Nothing Happens At Ten

How about these January temperatures?

DG thinks that spring has arrived, and is taking full advantage of it.

I’m not sure how to break it to him that he is about to be smitten by Old Man Winter.

One of my Christmas presents this year was this really cool stapler. It’s a genuine Swingline stapler.

DG took a liking to my stapler and ran off with it.

Quite honestly, I am a tad afraid to go and take it back.

Today is DG’s 50th birthday. Yay!

So we made a cake and put all 50 candles on it.

DG is not happy about being 50 years old. Actually, he is quite grumpy about it.

DG: I don’t want to be 50.

Me: Too bad.

DG: 50? Hrmph

Me: Ya, ya. Don’t be so picky. 50 is nuthin’. I remember 50……. 1850!

HAHAHAHA

Our Dear Reader steps into the conversation…..

Dear Reader: Wait a minute…… you said before that DG was 51, and that was a couple of years ago. Now he’s 50?

Me: Well maybe I was wrong back then.

Dear Reader: Ya think? You can’t just make this stuff up!

Me: Of course I can. It’s a cartoon. Duh.

DR: So why did you choose January 1 of 1970 for DG’s birthday?

Me: Think of how easy it will be in the future to calculate how old he is. Nice round numbers. No math. C’mon. Why make this harder than it has to be?

DR: Why did you decide just now to assign a birth date to DG?

Me: I wanted to draw that cool picture of all those out-of-control candles on a cake.

Me: Besides, I wanted to make that lousy pun too. Deal with it.

DG is ready to rock and roll with the new year.

I told him to be careful with that bubbly. He seems to be leaning a bit already.

Happy New Year to all.

I asked DG why he didn’t use the abacus to calculate our hit rate compared to The Google instead of the slide rule.

We have an abacus in our computer museum, you know. Here is a photo of it.

He said “You can’t do division on an abacus”.

I said, “Yes you can”.

DG: No, you can’t.

Me: Yes, you can.

DG: No

Me: Yes.

DG: No you can’t.

Me: Well, I can.

DG: Prove it.

So, to prove my point I did the calculation on the abacus. It is done by successive subtractions of the divisor from the dividend, counting how many times you can do that.

Just in case you are interested,  I made a little animation of how to do it. Take a look.

DG didn’t know what to say.

I knew what to say.

Gotcha!

We just hit another milestone with this blog. After 10 years of posting our entertaining and educational material on this platform, our hit counter just went over 250,000 hits. Wow! A quarter of a million hits! Check it out. Scroll down to the very bottom of the blog to find the hit counter. 

…. and we have an honest hit counter too. Don’t believe me? Check out the code yourself.

OK then. Moving right along….

DG thought that was pretty impressive, so he went off to calculate how that compares to some of the bigger fish on the interwebs, like The Google f’rinstance.

I left him to do that task and meanwhile I figured that The Google’s search engine has to deal with about 5.4 billion searches a day, which is an average of about 62500 per second. So when comparing our 250,000 thousand to The Google…

Dividing…..

Hmm. That is about 4 seconds worth of Google searches. Hmm.

Oh well. It’s been fun anyway.

Remember last summer, back in August, when the Groundhog ate our cheese squash?  DG was really mad.

Here’s a reminder.

Well, we grew another one in secret right next to it, and the Groundhog didn’t find that one. And now, here it is……

DG was very pleased, and he is ready to Rock ‘N Roll.

HAPPY THANKSGIVING

We had to have some more trees removed for safety. Two of them were behind the house, so they brought in a huge crane.

DG was impressed.

Oops. Sorry. I had to censor that a bit. DG gets carried away sometimes.

If you look closely at the photo above, you can see the teeny tiny tree climber hooking up the tree. Here he is circled in white.

It looks like the crane is about to topple over onto the house (OH NOOOOO!), but it is actually propped up on its stands.

The crane is level, and the ground is slanting.

After they took the trees out, it was apparent that there was some rot in the trunks.

You can see all the way through that hole on the left.

Glad we had them taken down before they fell.

Stay tuned for some more terrifying tales of tall, treacherous tree trunks…… and more really bad alliteration.

It’s not like I was complaining about raking the leaves or anything, but a friendly neighbor came by and informed me that there really can’t be an Infinite number of leaves on our lawn. After all, he posited, the set of all leaves is a “countable finite collection of objects with multiplicity but not order”……

There was a brief pause…… Then, DG offered him the rake.

The friendly neighbor demurred and departed the area.