I don't think I've printed a full program listing in years- last
fair-sized assembly project I wrote would have been close to 300 pages
single-spaced. Sometimes a few pages (one function, perhaps) in 9 pt
on the laser printer so I can pour over it at lunch. Pore over it,
too.
Well, if you're pouring very expensive cognac, it might be a good idea to
have a high-value doily like a listing. ;-)
Remember the launch pad gag?
When I was about 12, the family would have neighbor families over from
time to time, so the adults could drink and the kids could watch TV or
whatever. Well, I was very fortunate, in that my folks used to let the
kids watch the adults drink.
One time, during the "tell a better joke than the other guy" phase of the
drunk-fest, my Dad (bless his soul) came up with:
"Well, there's been some space shots, and they're very expensive. And one
of the most expensive parts is the launch pad [while giving this patter,
he's taking a cocktail napkin and rolling it into a cylinder] - so, does
anybody have, say, a $20 bill we can lay here, to represent the launch
pad? Great! [he says as someone proffers a 20]. So, this is the missile
[he puts the loosely rolled-up cocktail napkin, maybe 1" cylinder, upright
on the 20]. And they have this countdown, before they fire off the
engines. We're going to represent this by lighting it [ he lights the top
of the cylindrical napkin, as one would light a candle, but it's paper
napkin burning] Ten! Nine! Eight! [and so on - the napkin continues to
burn, from top down, producing well-defined, but very fine, ash] Two! One!"
And the ash and remnant of smouldering paper gets entrained in the
convection, and rises from the "launch pad", as if by magic. EVERYONE
watches the rising napkin ash, and when it finally becomes soot, everyone
looks back at Dad and the $20.00 launch pad, and the $20.00 is gone.
"I don't know what happened to it! Maybe it got burned up!"
Of course, the gag is simple misdirection.
I'm gonna have to try this sometime. %-)
Cheers!
Rich
Cheers! Rich