Also, how could you turn away from <Mangled Corpse> v. <Surrogate Crayfish>?

I was proud of the <big baby> for missing the irritatingly accurate Winning line that Computer head kept posting incessantly like some kind of King Nerd modern day Medieval herald.

Did you know that 11111 is both a whole number and a prime of it's own integer?

It's also its own uncle, according to the <Kabballah>.

I suppose that is pretty fascinating.

A chess game like tonight would mesmerize a mongoose.

I actually tried to win with the first three moves of the winning computer line on the <Little Chess Partner on the Prairie> "analyse this game" feature and failed miserably.

You just can't play chess quickly and win.

I can't anyways.

<Dom> Not you, insightful comments all the way...

Bu8t it was clear as a bell that the freeing of the g-file was perfect, with the pawns on g4 and g5 superior to Black's, even in a pieceless endgame....

I DO NOT understand many of the computer induced comments, including of some of my 'friends' ...

Howard means that the farmer "has seen" the <actual religious conversion occur> in a baptism.

IE- it's not just a matter of faith, he didn't just "see" the ceremony- he saw the actual Holy Rebirth, as if he was witnessing the face of God or the real ressurection or something.

The real point is it's a pretty funny joke- and it doens't actually ridicule the farmer in the joke. His faith is strong and his humorous stubborness and "plain speaking" matter of factness show him well in the anecdote.

"I have nothing against the Baptists. I just believe they were not held under long enough"

Yes but they weren't allowed to play gambits. They could pack heat however. In fact the best shot in the world was a woman, called "Little Sure Shot" by Sitting Bull.

Mary Rudge won the first international women's tournament in London 1897 with the incredible score of +18 -0 =1!

http://www.johnrichards.pwp.blueyon...

<Boomie: <ODie: Brann the iconoclast>

"I have nothing against the Baptists. I just believe they were not held under long enough">

As a lapsed baptist, I can reveal to you they are not allowed to engage in sex standing up. It might lead to dancing. :-)

nice fact on Mary Rudge...

Thanks. She often assumes that "Nipper" (the dog in the RCA ads) pose with her head slightly cocked to one side, especially when I make goofy noises playing with her. If she could raise one eyebrow, she probably would. :-) With the small avatars we are allowed here, I had to chose between her (Talia) and her sister (Lyta). I thought she might show up better in a tiny picture, as she has more contrast in her fur. Her sister insists she can be seen in the "pets" section of:

http://www.photo.net/photos/crawf

<nice fact on Mary Rudge... >

Sadly, the fact that 271 is not a prime of the form 4n+1 prevents 11111 from being a sum of two squares.

D'you recall a hard-boiled literary line - I think it was Hemingway or Mailer reworked by Burroughs - which went something like "The hole made by the bullet was so big that you could have put your fist in it, if it was a small fist and you really wanted to" ...?

That's mangled. Perhaps some hardboiled literary type -- the kind who reads pulp novels while relaxing in a radox bath at 100 degrees centigrade, or sometimes 212 Fahrenheit just for a change of routine - will correct me.

Also, paper does *not* ignite at 451 degrees Fahrenheit.

But I digress. The topic is the number 11111 (aka repunit #5): each repunit is simply a string of ones, and they're numbered accordingly. If I recollect rightly there are no repunit primes between R2 = 11 and R19 = 1,111,111,111,111,111,111. Which I think is prime.

But - speaking as we were of things one might do, with only moderate difficulty, if one really wanted to. Imagine that you have a really long number with thousands of digits and you want to know whether 41 divides evenly into it, without remainder.

You could divide it by 41. That'd work. So would this ...

First, group the long number in clumps of FIVE digits (because 41 divides R5). Thus, if our long number ('L') ends with 4555666123456789066606660 ... we rewrite that as 45556,66123,45678,90666,06660.

Then we add and subtract chunks alternately:

45556 + 66123 - 45678 + 90666 - 06660

And we divide the result by 41. If it comes out even, so will L. If not, not.

A useful thing to know, no? If you *really* want to put your fist into 11111 ...

<As a lapsed baptist, I can reveal to you they are not allowed to engage in sex standing up. It might lead to dancing. :-)>

Heh. In the <Great Age of Euphemism> -- that's old-style euphemism, not political correctitude -- there was a sin/ error/ phenomenon known as "company keeping". Clerical and so-called laypersons were united in the belief that it was *a bad thing*.

It's possible that <company keeping> could lead to dancing. Just think of *The Company of Wolves* and *Dancing With Wolves*.

I can't comment on the non-lupine vertical expression of horizontal desires.

Quand on parle du loup, on en voit la queue.

Well, we <are> known by the company we keep. That's how we got Wolverine? :-)

I was raised by wolves. That may be why I got a shot of an open-mouthed timber wolf inches away from my hand with only the enclosure glass between us. Either that, or it was my animal magnetism. :-)

However, I'm not sure how distance is measured in the thought-sphere.

<at your peril> is a delightful phrase. Your peril or mine? Mein kampf or yours?

Names like yours, incidentally, are ripe material for Zeno-like (Zeno of Elea, not the other one) paradoxes: Russell's paradox, the Barber of Seville paradox, the Epimenides con, usw.

Epimenides the Cretan said "all Cretans are liars". The Barber of Seville shaves everyone in Seville who does not shave themselves ... who shaves the barber?

And who shaves <everyone else>?

It's an important question. I want to be shaved on the Day of Judgement.

A <papal bull>...is that what one rides at a Catholic rodeo?

I tried to go to one, but I was suffering from <inertial mass>.

I thought a *Papal Bull* was a Vatican delicacy, a sort of ring-shaped pastry, or *Torus*.