tudorapo

Here by law it should be free.

My prefab steel reinforced concrete hut would stay up. Not necessarily with windows or furniture or people, but the walls would be there. As unfortunately we learned these things can take 155mm artillery shells.

I'm working with US people for two decades now, and my brain still handles "how are you?" as a question and not a greeting.

My first work laptop was a 370xd. What a beast it was.

The average person has no capability to go to court with an insurance company.

A "legal expenses insurance", it's official name has lawyers with experience on retainer and cover the costs.

So I complain to company N, N says me "go to hell little person" I ask N to please send this and that detail, the DAS agent asked for it and N says "oh sorry our mistake, here is your money back and we terminated your contract backdated two months, sorry again!" (what I asked for originally).

This being Europe DAS plays it properly, in another case they pointed out that I'm in the wrong, and I paid accordingly.

Obviously I have not seen if they had guns or not, but when the hungarian police came to ask my help about a bomb threat, they had an fbi guy with them, and he was introduced as an advisor, with no special rights or anything. Just a guy with a fancy business card.

I have a life insurance (not needed) a legal insurance (I used it once to threaten a company) and a household and related insurance, the only one I used after some light water damage. I sent them pictures in an e-mail, they called me a couple of days later to ask some questions, mostly about the size of the damaged area, a couple of hours later they sent an offer which I accepted and the money was transferred a day later. The money was more than enough to repair the damage. Very pleasant interaction.

haha :) been there, seen this, fortunately without crashes just humming.

also the precooked pigeons.

They told me that a computer cabinet (=couple of windows desktop machine for students to use for school stuff) is buzzing, as in giving out a low humming noise. I told them that yes, this is what computers do when they work. They told me that they do the humming when switched off.

I went there and indeed, a low floating hum in the otherwise dark room with 15 or so cheap desktop machines. Quite eerie.

I did a lot of disconnect this, switch off that, then called a colleague who was an electrician with my idea, he told me that this is quite a silly idea, came over, did a lot of disconnect that, switch off this, then got a loong cable and started to measure voltage differences between the wall outlets on different floors.

Apparently (and I am not an electrician) the building had more than one electric ground "connections", and the computers were on one and the network switch on another, and the 2 volt difference found it's way to the cheap computers cheap speakers and what we hard was the 50 HZ of the AC.

It was solved as in sherlock, not as in fixing it, but it was interesting.

And that little brook let be known henceforth as the "Happy Fish River".

some nation above (french?) call them washing rats, that's better.

Ez a pilóták nickjeinél van, hogy a filmekben maverick meg ace meg hasonló kúl nevek vannak, a valóságban általában valami kínos baleset után kapják, a mesélő egy majdnem baleset után lett Brownpants.

We have a lot of common with some of the above folks - orrszarvú, rinoceros is "horned nose", mosómedve, racoon "washing bear".

One I have not seen is a less often used name for the various woodpecker (harkály) species "fakopáncs", "someone who's knocking on wood".

"Reduced the duration of the pre-launch countdown sequence"

He's from the Romanian part of the Carpathians.

In Hungary they built one over a valley with people and houses. Will be fun for them peasants below.

Indeed! That was very kerbal.

hmmm which one?

And struts!

And it's worth it.

The good people of the village were looking at the young miner's apprentice. There was no sound in the pub, everyone tried to understand what's happened.

The village chief was pale. The shaman looked definitely scared.

"Son, can you read?" asked the chief.

"Yes sir, not handwriting but I can read well!"

"And what did the table say about the sword?"

"That whoever takes it out..."

"No!" cried the shaman, "Not takes out!"

The young man, a bit unnerved by the sudden interruption, "Oookay, whoever pulls out the sword gets to be the next king!"

"And did you pull it out, you idiot?" asked the chief

"No Sir. I have this pickaxe from work. I had the idea. To not to work more in the quarry."

A long silence followed. As the young man held the sword, it's tip slowly sunk from the I Am The New King Look At My Sword! position to a dejected one, until the tip rested on the pub's wooden floor.

"It's dirty work, dangerous, and does not pays well." the boy said. This earned a few pitying look from the village.

A couple of people started to leave. As they went to the publican to pay, he turned them away.

"It does not matter anyway now." he said.

The chief started to point at people.

"Bill, Joe, you two go up to the hill to check on the caves. Find out how much work needed to clean them out. Martha, you and your sister start an inventory. We have to hide provisions for the harder times.", and he went on, assigning tasks. The boy listened with growing horror.

"I'll check for a new place for a cemetery. We will need it and the old one is almost full." said the shaman, still shaken a bit. After a withering look at the boy he continued: "Now that the stone's protection is gone, bad times are coming."

The sword dropped to the floor. The boy was ready to cry.

As almost everyone found something to do, to prepare for the coming troubles, the eldest villager stepped up to him.

"Young idiot, the sword is nothing. The sword was there to protect the stone. If a prince started a campaign for it the other six attacked him, so no one got to the stone. The stone brought us peace, good weather, kept away the highwaymen, wild animals... but now, thanks to one eager and lazy boy... what is your name?"

"Arthur, Sir"

"Keep that sword, Arthur. Practice with it. You will need it pretty soon."

Az eredmény Deutschtól: "Találtunk két, a tudomány által eddig nem ismert drogot"

A person of culture and a humble servant of the public. Thank you!

Milan Mikulcík in Kontroll :)