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When I was told about my I.Q. I immediately realized I had a responsibility, most do not have. I have solved one impossible problem, so called impossible one after another in my life. It keeps me happy.

Phil8659 wrote: ↑Wed Apr 30, 2025 1:32 pm

Maia wrote: ↑Wed Apr 30, 2025 1:30 pm

Phil8659 wrote: ↑Wed Apr 30, 2025 1:17 pm
No, people are not sorry. A long time ago, some guy said that if what happened to me, happened to him, he would have killed himself. They can take my money, they cannot take my soul.

Well, yes. That's the best sort of attitude to have.

AS i was saying above, Impossible problems are really a win win situation. People generally disagree with that. That is a miserable state.
I was happy I solved the problem for about 5 min. It meant that I had to find another.

If we had it too easy, we would vegetate, and that leads to depression.

Maia wrote: ↑Wed Apr 30, 2025 1:41 pm

Phil8659 wrote: ↑Wed Apr 30, 2025 1:32 pm

Maia wrote: ↑Wed Apr 30, 2025 1:30 pm

Well, yes. That's the best sort of attitude to have.

AS i was saying above, Impossible problems are really a win win situation. People generally disagree with that. That is a miserable state.
I was happy I solved the problem for about 5 min. It meant that I had to find another.

If we had it too easy, we would vegetate, and that leads to depression.

We are biologically made to work, to solve problems and move on to the next.
What Aristotle learnt from Plato: That which has a function, exists for that function. We are made to construct a sustainable biosphere. We cannot do that being stupid.
Christ added to that: proportional to our ability.

The greatest impossible problem; Linguist have been claiming for a long time that there is no common basis for grammar, and none can be found. They even claim this, while using the very computer which calls them a liar.

Maia wrote: ↑Sun Apr 06, 2025 11:25 am

promethean75 wrote: ↑Sun Apr 06, 2025 11:09 am It's like 1868 all over again. Are there any well dressed gentlemen in big black top hats riding through in carriages assessing the damage as peasant children with dirty feet swarm the carriage begging for a shilling or two?

Not sure, but we did have the rag and bone men in our road (well, just a tiny cul-de-sac, in fact) a couple of weeks ago. They don't use horses and carts any more, though, just a lorry with a loudspeaker on continuous loop saying "old iron" in a highly distorted voice. A sign of the times, I think.

In Wellingborough, up to 30 years ago, at least, they used 'orse 'n' cart. And the carter intoned a most spine tingling refrain, like a funereal tocsin, 'Any old age or rag and bones?'. Pink Floyd's Division Bell.

Martin Peter Clarke wrote: ↑Wed Apr 30, 2025 2:21 pm

Maia wrote: ↑Sun Apr 06, 2025 11:25 am

promethean75 wrote: ↑Sun Apr 06, 2025 11:09 am It's like 1868 all over again. Are there any well dressed gentlemen in big black top hats riding through in carriages assessing the damage as peasant children with dirty feet swarm the carriage begging for a shilling or two?

Not sure, but we did have the rag and bone men in our road (well, just a tiny cul-de-sac, in fact) a couple of weeks ago. They don't use horses and carts any more, though, just a lorry with a loudspeaker on continuous loop saying "old iron" in a highly distorted voice. A sign of the times, I think.

In Wellingborough, up to 30 years ago, at least, they used 'orse 'n' cart. And the carter intoned a most spine tingling refrain, like a funereal tocsin, 'Any old age or rag and bones?'. Pink Floyd's Division Bell.

Perhaps rag and bone men each have their own special and unique call, like a trade mark, that only they are supposed to use. Presumably each group, or family, have their own territories too, like ice cream men.

Steptoe & Son...to the rescue!

https://m.youtube.com/watch?v=aRGq7ranx ... FuZCBjYXJ0

attofishpi wrote: ↑Wed Apr 30, 2025 7:17 pm Steptoe & Son...to the rescue!

https://m.youtube.com/watch?v=aRGq7ranx ... FuZCBjYXJ0

I think they're a dying breed, sadly. That time they were here a few weeks ago is the first time I've heard them in my road since I moved here.

There's nothing quite like the smell of freshly mown grass, is there? I was pleasantly surprised to discover, on heading out to the shops earlier, that they've finally got round to cutting the grass in my local park, indeed, they were still doing it. They've also cleared all the stinking bags of rubbish away, as far as I can tell, so things are definitely on the up. Not that the strike is actually over, yet.