Monday, January 26, 2009

Hitler Driven Crazy by Ham Radio

This is like a location joke,e.g. you had to be there, or know the guy, to appreciate it. If you know anyone who is a ham (amateur radio operator) like my husband Alan, send this to them. They will love it. If you live with, are related to, or are good friends with a ham, you will love it. If you don't know any hams you will still be amused.
hihi = Morse code for I'm laughing;
cq =short for I want to talk with (insert other ham's i.d.) i.e., seek you;
SS = single sideband (a mode of transmit/receive operation e.g. short wave radio) can also mean signal strength;
QSL= do you understand? used at end of a transmission or = I understand/acknowledge receipt, used as answer or response to message received
5,9 = numbers on a 1-10 scale that indicates readability & signal strength ;
contests= 10 second meaningless communications on ham band where you report in & get points for how many stations can hear you/or you can hear, how far away those stations are from each other,etc
Dx = distant station;
net = a group/club/organization of hams that communicate"check-in" on a prearranged specific time & frequency, e.g. Alan is our stake communications specialist & he checks in every Wed. Night with the Bishop's Storehouse along with every stake in the area ;
73= Morse code for goodbye;
big guns = someone with very expensive antenna & station is a "ham radio lingo page" if you want to know more.
In any case, I think you'll enjoy the video below:

Thursday, January 22, 2009

Thanks Everyone

This is from some guy named Jim Bob:

I just want to thank all of you for your educational e-mails over the past year. I am totally screwed up now and have little chance of recovery. I no longer open a public bathroom door without using a paper towel. Or have them put lemon slices in my ice water without worrying about the bacteria on the lemon peel. Nor can I sit down on the hotel bedspread because I can only imagine what has happened on it since it was last washed.

I have trouble shaking hands with someone who has been driving because the number one pastime while driving alone is picking ones nose. Eating a little snack sends me on a guilt trip because I can only imagine how many gallons of trans fats I have consumed over the years. I can't touch any woman's purse for fear she has placed it on the floor of a public bathroom.

I must send my special thanks to whoever sent me the one about poop in the glue on envelopes because I now have to use a wet sponge with every envelope that needs sealing. Also, now I have to scrub the top of every can I open for the same reason.

I no longer have any savings because I gave it to a sick girl (Penny Brown) who is about to die in the hospital for the 1,387,258th time. I no longer have any money at all, but that will change once I receive the $15,000 that Bill Gates/Microsoft and AOL are sending me for participating in their special e-mail program.

I no longer eat KFC because their chickens are actually horrible mutant freaks with no eyes or feathers.
I won't touch margarine, as it is just one molecule away from being plastic.
I no longer use cancer-causing deodorants even though I smell like a water buffalo on a hot day.
Thanks to you, I have learned that my prayers only get answered if I forward an e-mail to seven of my friends and make a wish within five minutes.

Because of your concern I no longer drink Coca Cola because it can remove toilet stains, nor do I drink Pepsi or Dr.
Pepper since the people who make these products are atheists who refuse to put 'Under God' on their cans.
I can no longer buy gasoline without taking someone along to watch the car so a serial killer won't crawl in my back seat when I'm pumping gas.

I no longer use Saran wrap in the microwave because it causes cancer. And thanks for letting me know I can't boil a cup of water in the microwave anymore because it will blow up in my face, disfiguring me for life.

I no longer check the coin return on pay phones because I could be pricked with a needle infected with AIDS.
Neither will I go to shopping malls because someone will drug me with a men's cologne sample and rob me.
I no longer receive packages from UPS or Fed Ex since they are actually Al Qaeda in disguise.
I won't shop at Target since they are French and don't support our American troops or the Salvation Army.

I no longer answer the phone because someone will ask me to dial a number for which I will get a phone bill with calls to Jamaica, Uganda, Singapore, and Uzbekistan. I no longer buy expensive cookies from Neiman Marcus since I now have their recipe.

Thanks to you, I can't use anyone's toilet but my own because a big brown African spider is lurking under the seat to cause me instant death when it bites my butt. And thanks to your great advice, I can't ever pick up $5.00 dropped in the parking lot because it probably was placed there by a mugger waiting underneath my car to grab my leg.

I can't do any gardening because I'm afraid I'll get bitten by the brown recluse or imported funnel-web spider and my hand will fall off.

Lastly, if you don't send this post to at least 14,000 people in the next 14 minutes, a large dove with diarrhea will land on your head at 5:00 PM tomorrow afternoon and the fleas from 1,000 camels will jump off, infesting your back, causing you to grow a hairy hump. I know this will occur because it actually happened to a friend of my next door neighbor's ex-mother-in-law's second husband's cousin's beautician...

Have a wonderful day.... Oh, by the way.... A German scientist from Argentina, after a lengthy study, has discovered that people with insufficient brain activity read their e-mail or forum posts with their hand on the mouse. Don't bother taking it off now, it's too late.