On 3/1/2024 8:50 PM, Physfitfreak wrote:
Physfit paid for the three fillets and a large side of coleslaw and
turned around and began driving home. While driving, he thought to
himself, "I better write that code myself for next time's Long John
Silver's excursion. This shit smells too good." (8th) "Plus how can I
know they're telling the truth about the ratio being fully reduced."
What was the code that he needed to write?
Physfit got home, glanced at the pendulum clock on the wall, he'd made
it just in time to get his fish fillets; it was late. Plugged the power
cord, which always, for some funky reason, turns the computer on automatically, telling him something is going on about electricity and
his computer that involves power getting to stuff it weren't supposed to.
Took the cats to another room where he'd built a loose wooden device to
block the clearing space underneath the door of that room, so cats
couldn't squeeze under and get out.
Sat at the computer desk and began eating the fillets and the coleslaw, almost exactly after 40 years, again!
Nothing much had changed. Especially with their special vinegar sauce included, it brought some of the good memories back, making him smile as
he ate.
Screen came up. He clicked on the curly fox icon, and COLA came up.
Devouring the last part of the last fillet, he thought to himself,
"Look at all those no-good cro-magnons... They're still arguing Tampons
and Biden... No wonder Pope The Penis X is their idol of morality as
well as thought! ... Fucking morons." And he clicked the software closed exactly like he'd throw a piece of dried booger away.
"Damn, no more coleslaw... as big as the size I ordered was, it's still
so good it finishes as the fillets disappear. Yep, there will be a next
time, so..." He turned the computer off and unplugged the power from the wall. Got the cats out to look for the source of that good smell all
over the place.
Sat back at his desk, and stretched his hand into his mountain climbing backpack down underneath his desk, and pulled out his Aspire One mini
laptop dedicated to DOS, with qBASIC on it, and placed it on the desk
right in front of him. Fired it up. Then he got up again to prepare hot
water for tea.
When tea was ready, he gave out a good voluminous and loud fart as he exclaimed, "To you COLA bitches of Pope The Penis X!", and sat down and
began thinking on how to code the conversion of repeated decimals back
to the most reduced fraction.
In about half hour he had the code, tested and working. He loved it,
just as he'd done with his first ever useful coding he'd created eons
back. Copied it to a USB jump drive to transfer it to his main computer
for sending to COLA, now that none of those little cro-magnons could do
that when he challenged them with it, while he was in the other layer of cyberspace.
When COLA came up this time, he saw that "-hh" had a response to
something he'd commented. Knowing in advance it'd just be another waste
of time, he unenthusiastically opened the message and read it:
-hh: "Since you, Physfit, are my groupie and usually beg for my
attention, I find it surprising that you now appear indifferent to my presence. In fact, I've come to realize that your efforts to engage with
me have ceased to exist, and I've been met with an unexpected coldness
in someone who always begs for my attention. Despite your attempts to
bridge the gap, my unresponsiveness must've left you feeling somewhat perplexed."
On reading that crap, Physfit took the second "h" from the hh's name,
made it upside down, then banged it hard against the first "h" in the
name; causing the entire name turn into the number "1".
A few moments passed... The entire COLA was as they all are, as good as
dead; but not that surprisingly one of them noticed:
Farley: "Woooowwww!.... FUCK!... What the fuck happened? What did you
do with him? ... Where's hh?..."
Physfit: "You're the math guy here. You tell me."
Farley: "hh was just standing here like fuck! What did you fucking do
with him?"
Physfit: "I turned him into a number, the number 1"
Farley: "What the fuck! Get that bitch back! ... FUCK! He's a Linux
guy! Get that Mofo back!..."
Physfit: "Easier said than done. You know how math is about this. But
you can seek comfort in the fact that it couldn't happen if he was like others in COLA, and that's, as good as zero. He must've been a nonzero
entity of some sort."
What property of Algebra did Physfit use to turn that insolent COLA frequenter into the number "1"?
On reading that crap, Physfit took the second "h" from the hh's name,
made it upside down, then banged it hard against the first "h" in the
name; causing the entire name turn into the number "1".
What property of Algebra did Physfit use to turn that insolent COLA
frequenter into the number "1"?
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