DB makes a mental note to beware the magical time-shifting bAAR calendar, lest they ever again inadvertently make plans for January 1706…
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"It's El Pip's copy, bear it no mind," TBC said, picking the infernal thing up and rapping it through 1932, 2008, 1895, and then getting stuck in 1937.
"If I'm not working bar myself, I should make such a gathering."
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You look at the bottle on the table; it is already emptied by half. You will need smaller glasses, you think. Then you hear others talking on planning the date of meeting. Before the sounds that never be can emerge, you suppress them with lightning speed, and approach the crowd to address the situation.
"8th of January seems interesting, but I cannot give any guarantees, and I do not want to be spoilsport. You go ahead, I will try to catch up, but it depends on the agreed time."
Then you look at 'the time-shifting bAAR calendar' of the problem: "Though, I won't be able to join at all if we are counting on that calendar system to adjust our clocks too."
[the engineer]: Psst, I can help bro, I'm here for this after all.
You let [the engineer] take the reign. You approach TBC holding the calendar next to the wall: "May I have a look?" You pull out your mini-screwdriver set, your calculator, your oscilloscope. "Interesting. It does not even have a fail-safe. It seems TheButterflyComposer is right, but the problem with it may be deeper than it looks. Do we have a wind tunnel nearby? I'd like to make some tests. I may need some strain gauges too."
"8th of January seems interesting, but I cannot give any guarantees, and I do not want to be spoilsport. You go ahead, I will try to catch up, but it depends on the agreed time."
Then you look at 'the time-shifting bAAR calendar' of the problem: "Though, I won't be able to join at all if we are counting on that calendar system to adjust our clocks too."
[the engineer]: Psst, I can help bro, I'm here for this after all.
You let [the engineer] take the reign. You approach TBC holding the calendar next to the wall: "May I have a look?" You pull out your mini-screwdriver set, your calculator, your oscilloscope. "Interesting. It does not even have a fail-safe. It seems TheButterflyComposer is right, but the problem with it may be deeper than it looks. Do we have a wind tunnel nearby? I'd like to make some tests. I may need some strain gauges too."
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"Given this is a philosophical calender, I'm not sure engineering can help. Unless it uncovers a more interesting problem to answer, or makes rhe question irrelevant to begin with."
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[the engineer]: Well, I guess there is no need for a detailed investigation then. Shame, I was just about to define the control volume to form the equations for it.
"Oh."
You look at the calendar, after hearing the explanation. You hesitate, as you always rely on the question of how, as that is the ultimate one when you have wondered about the orbital mechanics of the inner solar solar system or aerodynamics of the inlet-compressor interaction, from there you have always succeeded to find another curious question, whereas you dismiss the question why, as that is the weaker one that often confuses and leads to nowhere, when applied on anything other than behaviour of organisms, non-cellular or cellular.
"Oohh. A philosophical calendar you say?"
Then you realise it. You look at the bottle on your table, and you check the drink of the fellow. You hang the calendar back, and you walk to the counter, looking for the bar tender.
"Ah, excuse me. I would like to also have what TheButterflyComposer is drinking."
"Oh."
You look at the calendar, after hearing the explanation. You hesitate, as you always rely on the question of how, as that is the ultimate one when you have wondered about the orbital mechanics of the inner solar solar system or aerodynamics of the inlet-compressor interaction, from there you have always succeeded to find another curious question, whereas you dismiss the question why, as that is the weaker one that often confuses and leads to nowhere, when applied on anything other than behaviour of organisms, non-cellular or cellular.
"Oohh. A philosophical calendar you say?"
Then you realise it. You look at the bottle on your table, and you check the drink of the fellow. You hang the calendar back, and you walk to the counter, looking for the bar tender.
"Ah, excuse me. I would like to also have what TheButterflyComposer is drinking."
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"I would never disrespect the bartender of this establishment by drinking prepackaged," TBC said lightly. "Just ask for recommendations. One thing the Amercians are actually good at is cocktail mixing. As for calender problems, this is begining to remind me of the delightful three hour war I had with a determined...person, about precisely why his donut shaped planet with a star orbiting through the hole was not actually physically possible. El Pip's update pace makes more sense."
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You look at the snow on the ground, and the sky seems quiet for now. It is cold, in this city, in this time of the year, on this hemisphere. You take a draw on the cigarette, and exhale it. Is it the smoke of the tobacco, or is it through the saturation by isobaric mixing of the unsaturated humid exhaled breath and the unsaturated cold air outside, so condensing and evaporating; it is indistinguishable, besides the faint colour. You look at the snow once again, while holding the cigarette.
It has been hectic, though you survived the previous year, once again. Another year begins, another adventure awaits. You smile, as it is still a bit incomprehensible why it was defined such a random day to start a new year, as opposed to the beginning of spring on march. For northern hemisphere at the least. The names of the months are still using the old ones in many languages of the old boring continent, yet the seventh moon is not the seventh month any more, but the ninth. Disregarding the irrelevant random stream of thoughts on the calendar systems, you are eager to see what life will throw at you on this new year.
You draw on the cigarette one last time; while exhaling, you throw the butt to the ashtray. You wait for a moment, look at the snow one more time, and return back inside the bAAR.
The hall is mostly empty, you notice before you clear the snow off your boots. You check the words floating in the air of infinity, and the last ones surprise you.
"Disrespecting by drinking prepackaged? That is unlikely, as I would not even dare to try it, intending to disrespect. Though I see where that comes from," as you confirm the delirium of the posts that you would call fun, friendly chat, by nodding at the words hanging around, posted by you. You make a mental note for yourself, once again, as you really need to write shorter.
"So I could not make it for the 8th of January, terribly sorry for that. However, apparently it did not happen at all, did it? Anyway, hopefully another time," you say as you walk towards the dark corner you have been occupying after your arrival.
You sit down, and stare at the empty hall. You check your books, newspapers, articles to read. Suddenly you realise; you look for a jukebox, if there is any.
[the critic]: No. Na-ah. Nope.
[the tired]: I agree... Please no...
[the colloquial]: Oi! Don't even think about it!
You surprise at the swift agreement of the sounds that never be, and you listen to them. You concur, as there has not been any rules about the music, you conclude it is not preferred in the establishment by default. The safe choice it is; you remain silent.
You pull up your backpack, and you bring out of it, some of the pouches.
"Anyone wants coffee?"
It has been hectic, though you survived the previous year, once again. Another year begins, another adventure awaits. You smile, as it is still a bit incomprehensible why it was defined such a random day to start a new year, as opposed to the beginning of spring on march. For northern hemisphere at the least. The names of the months are still using the old ones in many languages of the old boring continent, yet the seventh moon is not the seventh month any more, but the ninth. Disregarding the irrelevant random stream of thoughts on the calendar systems, you are eager to see what life will throw at you on this new year.
You draw on the cigarette one last time; while exhaling, you throw the butt to the ashtray. You wait for a moment, look at the snow one more time, and return back inside the bAAR.
The hall is mostly empty, you notice before you clear the snow off your boots. You check the words floating in the air of infinity, and the last ones surprise you.
"Disrespecting by drinking prepackaged? That is unlikely, as I would not even dare to try it, intending to disrespect. Though I see where that comes from," as you confirm the delirium of the posts that you would call fun, friendly chat, by nodding at the words hanging around, posted by you. You make a mental note for yourself, once again, as you really need to write shorter.
"So I could not make it for the 8th of January, terribly sorry for that. However, apparently it did not happen at all, did it? Anyway, hopefully another time," you say as you walk towards the dark corner you have been occupying after your arrival.
You sit down, and stare at the empty hall. You check your books, newspapers, articles to read. Suddenly you realise; you look for a jukebox, if there is any.
[the critic]: No. Na-ah. Nope.
[the tired]: I agree... Please no...
[the colloquial]: Oi! Don't even think about it!
You surprise at the swift agreement of the sounds that never be, and you listen to them. You concur, as there has not been any rules about the music, you conclude it is not preferred in the establishment by default. The safe choice it is; you remain silent.
You pull up your backpack, and you bring out of it, some of the pouches.
"Anyone wants coffee?"
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OOC: I don't think the 8th of January chat went down as planned. If there is still interest in a little video meet up, I will create a separate thread to discuss it.
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DB wakes up once more with a start in their customary fireside chair, the pile of books accumulating around them now twice the size it was at the last count.
—So… the 8th of January may have been a dud, but informally my sense is that there’s still some interest in another meet-up – particularly as the last one, amazingly, was now a year ago. Anyone fancy doing a Saturday afternoon/evening in the coming weeks?
—So… the 8th of January may have been a dud, but informally my sense is that there’s still some interest in another meet-up – particularly as the last one, amazingly, was now a year ago. Anyone fancy doing a Saturday afternoon/evening in the coming weeks?
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coz1 turns from the bAAR with his scotch and winks,
Much has changed since January, but I'm always up for a chat. Gods...was it a year ago?
Much has changed since January, but I'm always up for a chat. Gods...was it a year ago?
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—Nice! DB says, walking up to the bar and procuring for themself a coke. DB raises their glass to @coz1, and to @Wraith11B, @filcat and @Macavity116, in answer to their positive reactions to a meet-up.
—Would some time on Saturday 26th be likely to work?
—Would some time on Saturday 26th be likely to work?
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That sounds like a solid plan, coz1 suggests as he pulls the Dirty Rag (tm) from behind the counter to wipe down a spill of his own, I'm pretty sure I can get back to the bAAR by that point.
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TBC looks at the mounds of legal papers, case briefs and court dates of the next week.
"Umm...I'll get back to you."
"Umm...I'll get back to you."
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The soldier checked the duty roster, frowning. "If it's between maybe 1500 and 1900EDT, I might swing it. I can be the designated driver though. Gotta report at 2000."
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You are caught red-handed when your name is called by; in panic, you turn to face the discussion, while trying to hide the mechanisms behind you.
[the critic]: Wait - is that a - ?
[the tired]: I think so, yes... He has been building a jukebox...
[the colloquial]: Ah bloody hell no!
[the critic]: What should we do? Clearly he has to be stopped!
[the tired]: We warned him... He did not listen... So i do not know what to do any more...
<Away from the discussing trio, a deep, glacial, solemn voice is heard.>
: Leave this to me.
<[the colloquial] cries and jumps; [the critic] is puzzled at the one; he has never seen him before.>
[the tired]: Right, ok, as you wish. <turns to [the critic]> Do not stare foolishly at the eyes of this one. Beware.
<[the critic] is about to argue about foolishness; then he sees the one, and the eyes. [the critic] swallows his words with a gulp.>
<they move away, trembling by the voice, now including [the critic].>
[the serious]: I will handle this by myself.
<[the serious] seizes the mind, assumes complete control>
Your eyes close for a second; then open. Your panicking smile falls, and your face changes abruptly. You look at the electro-mechanical mess behind you; your brows are knit. With the brush of hand, they all vanish into the abyss of never-existing dreams. You turn around, you check the words floating in the air of the hall of infinity, calling for the date of a possible meeting.
"Affirmative. 26th ofJanuary March is suitable. I will join, if the time is decided accordingly."
Edit: Corrected temporal mistake.
[the critic]: Wait - is that a - ?
[the tired]: I think so, yes... He has been building a jukebox...
[the colloquial]: Ah bloody hell no!
[the critic]: What should we do? Clearly he has to be stopped!
[the tired]: We warned him... He did not listen... So i do not know what to do any more...
<Away from the discussing trio, a deep, glacial, solemn voice is heard.>
: Leave this to me.
<[the colloquial] cries and jumps; [the critic] is puzzled at the one; he has never seen him before.>
[the tired]: Right, ok, as you wish. <turns to [the critic]> Do not stare foolishly at the eyes of this one. Beware.
<[the critic] is about to argue about foolishness; then he sees the one, and the eyes. [the critic] swallows his words with a gulp.>
<they move away, trembling by the voice, now including [the critic].>
[the serious]: I will handle this by myself.
<[the serious] seizes the mind, assumes complete control>
Your eyes close for a second; then open. Your panicking smile falls, and your face changes abruptly. You look at the electro-mechanical mess behind you; your brows are knit. With the brush of hand, they all vanish into the abyss of never-existing dreams. You turn around, you check the words floating in the air of the hall of infinity, calling for the date of a possible meeting.
"Affirmative. 26th of
Edit: Corrected temporal mistake.
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—What time works? I suppose it’s a question of what time zones we’re all joining from… If our resident soldier @Wraith11B says 1500EDT then that’s, what… —DB squints to consult the magical bAAR clock— 1900GMT? How does that work for everyone?
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You check your own instantaneous digital clock, your piezoelectric analog clock, your ytterbium clock, and then the one on the wall. You acknowledge.
"Affirmative. 1900GMT is suitable. I will be there."
"Affirmative. 1900GMT is suitable. I will be there."
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coz1 has his ciphering pencil out trying to figure out time zones. He scratches to his head...
I dunno, fellows. All I know is I'm available around 4 or 5 pm tomorrow...and that is Eastern Standard time here in the US. I'd love to join in the conversation if that works for all else. Send me a link and I'll definitely try to meet up.
coz1 is forced to edit his thoughts... Denss, send me a PM if you're still up for hosting and I'll send you my email (if you don't have it already) if that time works for you.
I dunno, fellows. All I know is I'm available around 4 or 5 pm tomorrow...and that is Eastern Standard time here in the US. I'd love to join in the conversation if that works for all else. Send me a link and I'll definitely try to meet up.
coz1 is forced to edit his thoughts... Denss, send me a PM if you're still up for hosting and I'll send you my email (if you don't have it already) if that time works for you.
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The overworked soldier who brought a radio and paperwork to the bAAR with him looks up from the scattered mess of papers and pulls off his headphones just long enough to chime in:
I'm on the east side of the US, and I'll be available for most of the afternoon. I'm still quite happy to join in and say hello.
I'm on the east side of the US, and I'll be available for most of the afternoon. I'm still quite happy to join in and say hello.
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DB is pleased to hear enthusiasm continuing to grow for the meet-up.
—I'm pretty sure I have your email, @coz1. I'll drop you a note to confirm. Sounds like mid-to-late afternoon for you Eastern-US folk should coincide nicely with general plans, though. I'll drop a reminder here a little bit ahead of time tomorrow.
About to return to their books, DB remembers one more thing for the group.
—Oh, and once I've sorted a meeting link tomorrow I'll send it out privately to people who've expressed interest here. Keep an eye on your PMs!
—I'm pretty sure I have your email, @coz1. I'll drop you a note to confirm. Sounds like mid-to-late afternoon for you Eastern-US folk should coincide nicely with general plans, though. I'll drop a reminder here a little bit ahead of time tomorrow.
About to return to their books, DB remembers one more thing for the group.
—Oh, and once I've sorted a meeting link tomorrow I'll send it out privately to people who've expressed interest here. Keep an eye on your PMs!
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