Saturday, 20 October 2018

The Long, Knotty, World-Spanning Story of String

quote [ A string can cut, choke, and trip; it can also link, bandage, and reel. String makes it possible to sew, to shoot an arrow, to strum a chord. It’s difficult to think of an aspect of human culture that is not laced through with some form of string or rope; it has helped us develop shelter, clothing, agriculture, weaponry, art, mathematics, and oral hygiene. ]

Strings, not arrays. Or something.
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[by Paracetamol@7:38pmGMT]

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hellboy said @ 10:23pm GMT on 20th Oct
I'm afraid not.
Paracetamol said @ 7:45pm GMT on 21st Oct
You're afraid knot?
hellboy said @ 9:57pm GMT on 21st Oct
A piece of string walks into a bar. "I'd like a beer," he says.

The bartender shakes his head. "Go away."

The string says, "but I really need a drink!"

"Get lost. We don't serve your kind in here."

So the string goes outside to an alley and twists and contorts himself until he's tied himself into a knot. Then he scuffs up his ends and walks back into the bar.

"I'd like a beer," he says.

"Hey wait a minute, aren't you that piece of string that was just in here?"

"No, I'm afraid not."

Classic dad joke. If you tell it too many times you'll get someone pregnant.
arrowhen said @ 11:52pm GMT on 21st Oct [Score:1 Funny]
The bartender says, "We don't serve your kind here."

A tachyon walks into a bar.
hellboy said @ 2:09am GMT on 22nd Oct
A neutrino walks through a bar.
tomecat13 said @ 12:37am GMT on 21st Oct
i love string theory.
arrowhen said @ 4:11am GMT on 21st Oct
Posting in an epic thread!
moriati said @ 5:53pm GMT on 21st Oct
Let's keep it cordial.
hellboy said @ 9:58pm GMT on 21st Oct
I can't believe I got roped into this.
moriati said @ 8:39am GMT on 22nd Oct
It'll make a great yarn one day.
moriati said @ 5:51pm GMT on 21st Oct
Tom gave up the brush with reluctance in his face, but alacrity in his heart. And while the late steamer Big Missouri worked and sweated in the sun, the retired artist sat on a barrel in the shade close by, dangled his legs, munched his apple, and planned the slaughter of more innocents. There was no lack of material; boys happened along every little while; they came to jeer, but remained to whitewash. By the time Ben was fagged out, Tom had traded the next chance to Billy Fisher for a kite, in good repair; and when he played out, Johnny Miller bought in for a dead rat and a string to swing it with -- and so on, and so on, hour after hour. And when the middle of the afternoon came, from being a poor poverty-stricken boy in the morning, Tom was literally rolling in wealth. He had besides the things before mentioned, twelve marbles, part of a jews-harp, a piece of blue bottle-glass to look through, a spool cannon, a key that wouldn't unlock anything, a fragment of chalk, a glass stopper of a decanter, a tin soldier, a couple of tadpoles, six fire-crackers, a kitten with only one eye, a brass doorknob, a dog-collar -- but no dog -- the handle of a knife, four pieces of orange-peel, and a dilapidated old window sash.
moriati said @ 5:56pm GMT on 21st Oct

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