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sheik wrote:

DilyV wrote:Is it writing, morse code, or a tap dance lesson?

*Drops a J37 key in the pun jar just in case*

And just what were you doing with a J37 key young lady?

60+ wpm?

/flrrd/

--FreeFlier

FreeFlier wrote:

sheik wrote:And just what were you doing with a J37 key young lady?

60+ wpm?

/flrrd/

--FreeFlier

Well, we know DilyV has Extra Class!

(Honestly, I couldn't remember and didn't have time to look up what a reasonable rate would be.)

--FreeFlier

kingklash wrote:B-E-S-U-R-E-T-O-D-R-I-N-K-Y-O-U-R-O-V-A-L-T-I-N-E

Son of a bitch!

Always suspected that's a coding error. Beverage, 8-letter word? Surely they meant "Guinness."

Typeminer wrote:

kingklash wrote:B-E-S-U-R-E-T-O-D-R-I-N-K-Y-O-U-R-O-V-A-L-T-I-N-E

Son of a bitch!

Always suspected that's a coding error. Beverage, 8-letter word? Surely they meant "Guinness."

I'd rather drink the Ovaltine with a shot of creme de cacao. Guinness...ick. Then again, I'm not overly fond of liquid bread.

DilyV wrote:Is it writing, morse code, or a tap dance lesson?

*Drops a J37 key in the pun jar just in case*
And just what were you doing with a J37 key young lady?

Morse Code of course... I've actually seen J37 and J51 keys...the J37 is a regular desk model and the J51 is a striped down model that's used with the SE-11 Signal Equipment (all WWII stuff that my friend has)

Some of us still have 'em...and the transmitters to go with.

The Signal Corps keys like that were cheap and easy to get up till the 70s and beyond because they made so damn many of them. When I was active my key of coice was the J37, fastened to a serious block of steel to keep it from hopping around with a heavy key pressure set. Never liked bugs. Be lucky to do 15 WPM now.

And anyone who asks me what it was like before dirt will be answered...in detail.

Just Old Al wrote: The Signal Corps keys like that were cheap and easy to get up till the 70s and beyond because they made so damn many of them. When I was active my key of coice was the J37, fastened to a serious block of steel to keep it from hopping around with a heavy key pressure set. Never liked bugs. Be lucky to do 15 WPM now.

And anyone who asks me what it was like before dirt will be answered...in detail.

Just Old Al wrote:The Signal Corps keys like that were cheap and easy to get up till the 70s and beyond because they made so damn many of them. When I was active my key of coice was the J37, fastened to a serious block of steel to keep it from hopping around with a heavy key pressure set. Never liked bugs. Be lucky to do 15 WPM now.

And anyone who asks me what it was like before dirt will be answered...in detail.

Answered at 15 wpm?

Just Old Al wrote: . . . And anyone who asks me what it was like before dirt will be answered...in detail.

Some years ago one of my coworkers was doing his crusty old curmudgeon act . . . "You younguns don't know how good you got it! When I was your age I had to walk ten miles through six feet of snow to get to work - in July, too - and uphill both ways! . . . ." etc.

Us young-uns were getting even by apparently ignoring him (We were actually listening because it was fairly entertaining) until he wound down.

He was finally winding down, and suddenly I just knew what I had to do . . . I turned around "John, got a question for you . . ."

"Shoot."

"Exactly why did they invent dirt?" I actually managed to keep a straight face while he ran the question through several times trying to make sense of it . . . when he did, he sputtered and tried to pretend he was mad, but he couldn't stop laughing.

Several years later, the fliers announcing his retirement commented on him being "older than dirt" . . . I still wonder if there was a connection.

--FreeFlier

FreeFlier wrote:

Just Old Al wrote: . . . And anyone who asks me what it was like before dirt will be answered...in detail.

Some years ago one of my coworkers was doing his crusty old curmudgeon act . . . "You younguns don't know how good you got it! When I was your age I had to walk ten miles through six feet of snow to get to work - in July, too - and uphill both ways! . . . ." etc.

Us young-uns were getting even by apparently ignoring him (We were actually listening because it was fairly entertaining) until he wound down.

He was finally winding down, and suddenly I just knew what I had to do . . . I turned around "John, got a question for you . . ."

"Shoot."

"Exactly why did they invent dirt?" I actually managed to keep a straight face while he ran the question through several times trying to make sense of it . . . when he did, he sputtered and tried to pretend he was mad, but he couldn't stop laughing.

Several years later, the fliers announcing his retirement commented on him being "older than dirt" . . . I still wonder if there was a connection.

--FreeFlier

Inside joke for those in the know, sounds like.

FreeFlier wrote:"Exactly why did they invent dirt?"

My dad says they needed something to bury the smartass kids.