An our-glass
Our Glass.
In other words, a consistent rule of thumb.
A square dance
He said, “Fine. Suit yourself.”
So they decided to call it a day.
I was shopping for clocks and rulers, but unfortunately they were sold out of both.
I have resorted to making my own.
Desperate times call for desperate measures.
At this rate, he’ll never be in class on time.
Three: the left ear, the right ear, and the final frontier.
It really makes my day.
He invited me to go explore a cave with him, but it seemed dangerous so I declined. Months later he planned another caving expedition and invited me again, but again I said no. Half a year later, he planned another trip, but he insisted that I join him. He spent a great deal of time explaining the safety equipment and measures used, and I reluctantly changed my mind and agreed to go with him. I finally caved
There were three clowns; one crane operator, one pole climber, one guide. The guide tied the crane to the end of a pole. The crane operator would then pick the pole up on end. The climber climbed to the top and dropped a tape measure which the guide promptly read and noted the measurement. The crane operator then lowered the pole to the ground and repositioned to pick up another pole.
This went on several times when the foreman came over and asked why they couldn’t measure the poles while they were laying on the ground?
The clowns replied, “we need to know how tall the poles are, not how long!"
source: http://bestcleanfunnyjokes.com/three-clowns-measuring-a-pole/
Back a few decades, I was working in a program with a local college in the Middle East.
The name of the program for ExPats has the clever acronym of "IDEA" (hey, I said it was clever); which stands for "Inter-Departmental Educational Adjunct". It's interdepartmental because my particular specialty not only covers field geology but also paleontology and a bit of archeology thrown in for good measure. Everyone hopes to have a good IDEA...
ahem...
Well, we saddle up and head for the Dune Sea out in the west of the country, where the Precambrian, Cambrian, Silurian, Cretaceous, Pliocene, Pleistocene, and Holocene crop out and access is relatively easy and non-injurious.
Well, we caravan out, some 30 Land Cruisers, Nissan patrol, and the odd Mitsubishi Galloper strong. We all get our maps, compasses and split up into 5 or 6 special interest groups ("SIG's"); where each IDEA has his own GPS and LIDAR laser ranging apparatus. Reason being, that there are very few benchmarks out in the desert, and even those are constantly at the mercy of the shifting and ever-blowing sands.
Since we're split into groups and at any one time, ranging up to and including some 50 km2, when a real find is located, a device called the "DIME" (Digital-Interface Monitor Encoder) is attached and programmed into the GPS for location later; it is a digital sort of low-frequency transponder, developed from technology used by offshore drillers and jacket setters where benchmarks are even more transitory.
The way it works is rather simple. When something is to be marked for later retrieval, a series of wooden posts are pounded in a triangular manner around the find and the DIME is set, programmed with the GPS and attached to one or more of the posts.
That's the theory, at least.
Everything works well, especially all the hardened electronics and computer gizmos, but attaching the DIME to the stakes is the real problem. It can't be nailed, screwed or fastened with any sort of metal contrivance as that farkles the magnetic field and causes all sorts of goofy spurious signals. Zip ties don't last long in the heat and duct tape is right out. Many sites have been lost to the shifting sands this way.
Velcro doesn't work too well, as the sand fills the hooks of the receiving piece of velcro and soon renders it useless. String or fishing line work, but that's temporary (they melt). Glue or mastic are out as these are supposed to be temporary. Even plastic sleeves don't work due to the heat out
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Because Jurassic times call for Jurassic measures.
(First post here, how'd I do)
I asked this question of my gf and she looked at me oddly and asked how.
Well your legs become a ruler after a long shift.
She looks at me, knowing something's coming. "And how's that?"
Well you always complain that they're a king after a long shift. A king is a ruler, so your legs can measure things.
Took her a minute. Got something thrown at me. Good times.
"Around a quarter past."
My grandfather gives that answer every single time you ask him what time something will be, no matter what the subject. It's hilarious and infuriating in equal measure.
"When do you plan on going on holiday this year?
"Around a quarter past."
After a great steak & eggs + side dishes breakfast...
Wife: Man. I'm so great. Cooking requires more creativity and skill than baking. You're just reading measurements with baking. With baking, all you need is time - a lot of time.
Me: What about basil or rosemary?
Wife: Huh?
Me: Basil or rosemary?
Wife: Huh?
A few seconds later, she gets it, sighs, then laughs. A few more seconds later...
Wife: I can't believe you're still laughing at your own joke.
So I work construction and it was me and 2 other guys working a few days ago. Working in an unfinished home when my coworker drops a tape measure in a small floor vent. Me being the smallest guy in the crew he asked me to see if I could reach it because he can't fit his arm in to grab it. So I was able to get it but it scrapped up my arm pretty good.
Coworker says "dang, that looks like it hurt, we could've gotten it another way. You didn't need to do that."
I reply with "It's okay, desperate times call for desperate measures."
Much grunting ensued.
I had my parents over. We were in my basement putting in new appliances. Inspired by this sub's all-time top post, I grabbed my dad's tape measure and started poking him with it.
"Did you actually need that for anything?"
"No, I'm just trying to measure your patience."
"My patience? I'm not even a doctor."
Learned my lesson.
So, I've been infuriating my wife with dadjokes for some time now. Phrases such as "I hate you" and "please don't ever speak again" are all-too-common.
Recently, my wife measured my size for a piece of a breathing machine that attaches to my nose (I have sleep apnea).
Me: Oh honey you were right about the breathing machine. I'm definitely a size medium!
Wife: I was right about the nose thing?
Me: Yes.
Wife: Would you say that my assessment was on the nose?
I stood back in awe. She had bested me. I will never, ever, be able to tell a dadjoke like that.
We divided into groups and the lab was to use the measured volume and diameter of various spheres to find our own approximation of pi. So we had to use marbles and some ball bearings. We get to our station to start measuring when a girl in my group says:
Her:"Hey, where'd the blue marble go?"
Me: "I don't know. It'll be fine though, so don't... lose your marbles"
Her:nearly slaps me
I said it a few times that class, and when some other group dropped a marble down the drain I said it loud enough to get a groan from the whole class.
Student: How long is the test?
Teacher: Holds up test pretending to measure its dimensions "I'd say about eleven inches."
Another student: "Is there a curve?"
Teacher: Holds up test again this time bending it "Now there is."
I'll never forget when I was riding shotgun while my dad drove, and we were taking my friend Joe home. We had driven these streets hundreds of times, but at this moment, my dad released all these heretofore unheard-of puns.
We took a right on Cambridge Ave.
Dad looks over and stoically says in a gravelly voice with an -- American Indian?? -- accent, "First came iron horse… then came bridge."
Groans.
As we approach Minot Ln., he asks "do I turn here?" and Joe says "yes," to which dad replies "I don't know, Joe, I might, but I minot!"
Groans.
Finally, we make our last turn onto Cheyenne. Dad says with a deliberate, measured cadence, "You know, growing up, all the girls I met were so forward. It was weird. But then I met Shy Anne."
He finished his sentence right as we pulled into Joe's driveway. He put his right hand on the back of my headrest and turned to face us with a wide smile and the glittering, eyes of a puppy that just fetched on command.
Joe said "Thanks, Mr. Smith," and he got out and ran into his house.
Keith: The weights and measures of Great Britain go right back to medieval times and all of these weights and measures were stored by command in the Palace of Westminster. Of course, in the 19th century the whole lot burned down, so Britain lost its weights and measures effectively.
Brady: Would that be an example of… mass destruction?
Sauce: https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=T26Cw77Bco0&t=2m59s
We were singing Handel's "Israel in Egypt." The last movement has the line "The horse and his rider" repeated several times. Towards the end of a measure, it slows down and often people miss it and sing it up tempo. Our choir director said "The last 'rider' isn't as fast as the others."
A guy from the back cracks "That'd be why he's in last place!"
Jurassic times called for Jurassic measures
