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#1 Navy

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Posted 03 April 2006 - 07:46 PM

Next Wednesday, April 5, 2006 - at two minutes and three seconds after 1:00 in the morning, the time and date will be 01:02:03 04/05/06. That won't happen again until 3006. Pretty cool! OK - so I'm a geek . . . :ph34r:
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Posted 03 April 2006 - 08:51 PM

Next Wednesday, April 5, 2006 - at two minutes and three seconds after 1:00 in the morning, the time and date will be 01:02:03 04/05/06. That won't happen again until 3006.

Pretty cool!








OK - so I'm a geek . . . :ph34r:

That's only if you use MM/DD/YY format, Exxusnavy!

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Posted 03 April 2006 - 08:59 PM

Next Wednesday, April 5, 2006 - at two minutes and three seconds after 1:00 in the morning, the time and date will be 01:02:03 04/05/06.  That won't happen again until 3006.

Pretty cool! 








OK - so I'm a geek . . .  :ph34r:

Errr... ummm... exactly what will happen then?

Should I be excited - is it my projected sex life activity?

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Posted 03 April 2006 - 09:49 PM

It'll sort of happen next year at 3 minutes and 4 seconds after 2 in the Month of May on the 6th day of 2007 :D 02:03:04 05/06/07
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My body is a shell; I will modify it.
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#5 grannymede

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Posted 04 April 2006 - 02:18 PM

Possibilities of consecutive numbers in time/dates for this century. This cycle repeats come the year 3006. 01:02:03 04/05/06 02:03:04 05/06/07 03:04:05 06/07/08 04:05:06 07/08/09 05:06:07 08/09/10 06:07:08 09/10/11 07:08:09 10/11/12 08:09:10 11/12/13 Last for ddmmyy format 09:10:11 12/13/14 Last for mmddyy format Correct me if I'm wrong. Granny :grannymede: mede

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Posted 06 April 2006 - 05:45 PM

june 6th 2006 think about it :devilish:
NEVER ADMIT YOU'RE WRONG.
JUST STOP SAYING YOU'RE RIGHT.

#7 Roamer1

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Posted 06 April 2006 - 07:09 PM

You little devil, you........ :D .
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Posted 28 January 2007 - 06:09 PM

I wasn't sure where to put this so I liked this thread title. Worst Analogies Ever Written in a High School Essay These are the winners of the "worst analogies ever written in a high school essay" contest. He spoke with the wisdom that can only come from experience, like a guy who went blind because he looked at a solar eclipse without one of those boxes with a pinhole in it and now goes around the country speaking at high schools about the dangers of looking at a solar eclipse without one of those boxes with a pinhole in it. -- Joseph Romm, Washington She caught your eye like one of those pointy hook latches that used to dangle from screen doors and would fly up whenever you banged the door open again. -- Rich Murphy, Fairfax Station The little boat gently drifted across the pond exactly the way a bowling ball wouldn't. -- Russell Beland, Springfield McBride fell 12 stories, hitting the pavement like a Hefty Bag filled with vegetable soup. -- Paul Sabourin, Silver Spring From the attic came an unearthly howl. The whole scene had an eerie, surreal quality, like when you're on vacation in another city and "Jeopardy" comes on at 7 p.m. instead of 7:30. -- Roy Ashley, Washington Her hair glistened in the rain like nose hair after a sneeze. -- Chuck Smith, Woodbridge Her eyes were like two brown circles with big black dots in the center. -- Russell Beland, Springfield Bob was as perplexed as a hacker who means to access T:flw.quid55328.com\aaakk/ch@ung but gets T:\flw.quidaaakk/ch@ung by mistake -- Ken Krattenmaker, Landover Hills Her vocabulary was as bad as, like, whatever. -- Unknown He was as tall as a six-foot-three-inch tree. -- Jack Bross, Chevy Chase The hailstones leaped from the pavement, just like maggots when you fry them in hot grease. -- Gary F. Hevel, Silver Spring Her date was pleasant enough, but she knew that if her life was a movie this guy would be buried in the credits as something like"Second Tall Man." -- Russell Beland, Springfield Long separated by cruel fate, the star-crossed lovers raced across the grassy field toward each other like two freight trains, one having left Cleveland at 6:36 p.m. traveling at 55 mph, the other from Topeka at 4:19 p.m. at a speed of 35 mph. -- Jennifer Hart, Arlington The politician was gone but unnoticed, like the period after the Dr. on a Dr Pepper can. -- Wayne Goode, Madison, Ala. They lived in a typical suburban neighborhood with picket fences that resembled Nancy Kerrigan's teeth. -- Paul Kocak, Syracuse, N.Y. John and Mary had never met. They were like two hummingbirds who had also never met. -- Russell Beland, Springfield The thunder was ominous-sounding, much like the sound of a thin sheet of metal being shaken backstage during the storm scene in a play. -- Barbara Fetherolf, Alexandria His thoughts tumbled in his head, making and breaking alliances like underpants in a dryer without Cling Free. -- Chuck Smith, Woodbridge The red brick wall was the color of a brick-red Crayola crayon.
I have learned to never say never. There are fun new things to experience.

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Posted 05 February 2007 - 12:12 PM

:typing: You probably read this before, but no harm will be done by reading it again... tony ---------- I guarantee you will remember the tale of the Wooden Bowl tomorrow, a week from now, a month from now, a year from now. A frail old man went to live with his son, daughter-in- law, and four-year old grandson. The old man's hands trembled, his eyesight was blurred, and his step faltered. The family ate together at the table. But the elderly grandfather' s shaky hands and failing sight made eating difficult. Peas rolled off his spoon onto the floor. When he grasped the glass, milk spilled on the tablecloth. The son and daughter-in- law became irritated with the mess. "We must do something about Grandfather, " said the son. I've had enough of his spilled milk, noisy eating, and food on the floor. So the husband and wife set a small table in the corner. There, Grandfather ate alone while the rest of the family enjoyed dinner. Since Grandfather had broken a dish or two, his food was served in a wooden bowl. When the family glanced in Grandfather' s direction, sometimes he had a tear in his eye as he sat alone. Still, the only words the couple had for him were sharp admonitions when he dropped a fork or spilled food. The little four-year-old watched it all in silence. One evening before supper, the father noticed his son playing with wood scraps on the floor. He asked the child sweetly, "What are you making?" Just as sweetly, the boy responded, "Oh, I am making a little bowl for you and Mommy to eat your food in when I grow up." The four-year-old smiled and went back to work. The words so struck the parents that they were speechless. Then tears started to stream down their cheeks. Though no word was spoken, both knew what must be done. That evening the husband took Grandfather' s hand and gently led him back to the family table. For the remainder of his days he ate every meal with the family. And for some reason, neither husband nor wife seemed to care any longer when a fork was dropped, milk spilled, or the tablecloth soiled. On a positive note.... I've learned that, no matter what happens, nor how bad it seems today, life does go on, and it will be better tomorrow. I've learned that you can tell a lot about a person by the way he/she handles three things: a rainy day, lost luggage, and tangled Christmas tree lights. I've learned that, regardless of your relationship with your parents, you'll miss them when they're gone from your life. I've learned that making a "living" is not the same thing as making a "life." I've learned that life sometimes gives you a second chance. I've learned that you shouldn't go through life with a catcher's mitt on both hands. You need to be able to throw something back. I've learned that if you pursue happiness, it will elude you. But, if you focus on your family, your friends, the needs of others, your work and doing the very best you can, happiness will find you. I've learned that whenever I decide something with an open heart, I usually make the right decision. I've learned that even when I have pains, I don't have to be one. I've learned that every day, you should reach out and touch someone. People love that human touch -- holding hands, a warm hug, or just a friendly pat on the back. I've learned that I still have a lot to learn. I've learned
be kinder then necessary,
for everyone you meet is fighting some kind of battle
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Posted 05 February 2007 - 05:11 PM

Good points, Tony. :hugs:
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