Posted: 17-Feb-2008 | Category: Jokes
An engineer dies and reports to the pearly gates. St. Peter checks his dossier and says, “Ah, you’re an engineer - you’re in the wrong place.”
So, the engineer reports to the gates of hell and is let in. Pretty soon, the engineer gets dissatisfied with the level of comfort in hell, and starts designing and building improvements. After awhile, they’ve got air conditioning and flush toilets and escalators, and the engineer is a pretty popular guy.
One day, God calls Satan up on the telephone and says with a sneer, “So, how’s it going down there in hell?”
Satan replies, “Hey, things are going great. We’ve got air conditioning and flush toilets and escalators, and there’s no telling what this engineer is going to come up with next.”
God replies, “What??? You’ve got an engineer? That’s a mistake - he should never have gotten down there; send him up here.”
Satan says, “No way. I like having an engineer on the staff, and I’m keeping him.”
God says, “Send him back up here or I’ll sue.”
Satan laughs uproariously and answers, “Yeah, right. And just where are YOU going to get a lawyer?”
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Posted: 17-Feb-2008 | Category: Pictures
A calculator is a device for performing mathematical calculations. Calculators can be hardware or software, and mechanical or electronic, and are often built into devices such as PDAs or mobile phones. Here you can see some photos of really old mechanical calculators.
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Posted: 17-Feb-2008 | Category: Video
Posted: 18-Feb-2008 | Category: Pictures
On February 1st, 2008 Microsoft offered $44.6 billion for Yahoo. A truly desperate attempt to catch Google.
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Posted: 18-Feb-2008 | Category: Jokes
The finals of the National Poetry Contest last year came down to two finalists. One was a San Francisco State University graduate from an upper-crust family, well-bred, well-connected and all that goes with it. The other finalist was a redneck from Texas A & M. Go figure. The rules of the contest required each finalist to compose a four-line poem in one minute or less, and the poem had to contain the word “Timbuktu.”
San Francisco State graduate went first. About thirty seconds after the clock started he jumped up and recited the following poem:
“’Slowly across the desert sand
Trekked the dusty caravan.
Men on camels, two by two
Destination — Timbuktu.”
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