@rainman Get well soon!!

Awesome pics. And as Brenda said, lots of sewing!!

@axtremus said in Six feet separation.:

Make it a sealed container

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Further down in the thread Charles Barkley speaks out.

No worries, France is long way from Louisiana. So is the 49th parallel.

@catseye3 said in Progress in one picture:

Wrong. I never saw that guy before in my life.

Correct, but the picture of him is in your pocket...

Here, you have to have an ID to vote. Vote by mail is possible and quite popular (in the last elections, >50% of the votes were via mail).

The election system is no political issue whatsoever. It's a complete non-issue.

It’s in the fifth generation of our family at least. Every Easter without fail. Begins day before. Egg dying, then egg decoration and one fighting egg. I have results going back to the 1970’s of the winner for every year. Several winners are no longer with us and get the mention at the table. We don’t knock. We tap. Lots of subterfuge and it’s become an art form. Eggs are inspected for illegal PE’s, such as nail polish...

BTW, the Hellcat (about the same size as the Ruger, maybe smaller):

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Lol "Often it really pays to have a look at the assembler the compiler is producing to check whether your branchless code is giving any benefits".

He misspelled "this is a useless technique, of interest only out of curiosity because compilers are better than you are at this anyway. Also, if you find yourself interrogating your compiler's assembler output for efficiency, I hope you're programming for a nuclear reactor where milliseconds count, and then asking yourself why you're using some random implementation of a c++ compiler anyway".

That's quite a misspelling, but it can happen. The probability of it happening is the same as the probability of a branchless technique being a good idea in modern software programming.

I'm old enough to have used inline assembly in Borland Turbo c++, for a game I wrote that wrote directly to the VGA Mode-X graphics buffer. I bought a book by Michael Abrash that explained how.

@jolly said in Meanwhile, in Chicago...:

If a shooting is purely self-defense, should a person go to jail for not having the FOID card?

Hell no! Because they live in IL though, I can see a fine for not having the card.

@89th said in The Bach Cello Suite #1 Masterclass:

@george-k said in The Bach Cello Suite #1 Masterclass:

Because I fell into the YouTube rabbit hole of Master and Commander, it led me to some videos of the Bach Cello Suite #1.

Link to video

Fascinating to see Zander compare this prelude to the C-Major prelude from WTC #1.

"Everything is a chord."

That was great!

Yes it was!

My teacher was a lot like this in lesson. So full of enthusiasm for the music. He has the same type of attitude toward his teaching. I miss taking lessons from him.

Basketball at its finest. What a game. I really thought UCLA would do it, played with the spirit of an underdog. Absolutely stunning ending.

Black Irish, maybe...

@copper said in If at first you don't succeed....:

Then 2 years later Atlantis was delayed by a hydrogen leak and sustained hail damage, and more delay, while being rolled back for repair.

The pilot on that mission used to rent my plane at the flight school where I taught, small world. He later commanded the shuttle and the space station.

One of the other instructors at our school was a former commander of the Air Force Thunderbirds.

So we would have discussions about who was cooler. The Thunderbirds is about as cool as you can get, but the astronaut wins.

Hahaha awesome. And yes, small world!

I learned this poem many years ago, I have no idea why, but I remembered it.

The criticism was cruel, but it was true that McArthur had visited Bataan from Corregidor only once during the fighting, on January 10. The men now sensed that with him gone, they were expendable. Their feeling was summed up well by Frank Hewlett, the only US war correspondent left in the islands:

We’re the battling bastards of Bataan.

No mama, no papa, no Uncle Sam,

No aunts, no uncles, no cousins, no nieces,

No pills, no planes, no artillery pieces

And nobody gives a damn.