111111
A fully expressed anti-binary, mapped onto time. Just typing it gave me chills. Or maybe it didn’t. The point being, you don’t know, do you? –the significance, I mean? — and you may not be in a position to know what you know you don’t know.
Is all I’m saying.
Man. It’s days like this I wish Robert Anton Wilson weren’t dead.
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update: Or is he?
If you really want to emphasize “111111” you have to type it in uppercase.
Of course I know the significance of 11.11.11.
Skyrim comes out today.
11:11:11 11/11/11 Eastern has passed without Armageddon. YMMV.
Under the dark curse of the time, there’s a disruptive two in the mix. Cursed or no, thanks be there’s a dyad. Never have recognized whatever that other thing is.
11/11/2011 sorta ruins it for me. On 11/11/1111 I probably would have bought a lottery ticket or something.
Roll earf, roll. Your time is coming midwestern demons. Coming.
Hey, thanks to all the veterans!
I’ll buy a few of you beers tonight at the bar. All you have to do is find me. Hint, I’m tall and might be wearing a blue shirt.
It’d still be diluted by the fact 1111 was during the 12th century.
Happy Nigel Tufnel Day!
http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=3lnRpt7wydc&feature=youtube_gdata_player
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It adds up to “6”.
Just sayin’
It’s also 1B207 in hex, which g00gles up a nice pair of Converse slippers.
11/11/11 11:11:11 was AWESOME, man! Woo-hoo!! I’m still coming down from the rush! I’m not kidding, man! I mean, it’s no double rainbow… but I’m sure it means SOMETHING, man.
I could be a killjoy and note that our calendar is completely arbitrary, so any numerology attached to a given date is pure hokum, but I won’t do that, because I care.
An “all ones” condition is not really considered a “good” thing. Just sayin’…
fnord.
BTW
Thank all of you who have served, or are serving now.
There are only 10 types of people in the world: those who understand binary, and those who don’t.
111111 isn’t six; it’s 1,118,481.
111111111111 is 18,764,998,447,377.
To the 494th Trans Co & 530th Lt Maint Co Fort Knox ’75 – ’78: HOOAH. Good times, good times.
SGT BC
111111111111 is 18,764,998,447,377.
No, it is “FFF”.
111111 is 63. I don’t know why so many people are having trouble with this.
…or 177155, if you go with base 11.
AKA 0xfff.
I could be a killjoy and note that our calendar is completely arbitrary
As is the Fahrenheit scale – but zero degrees is still freaking cold. What that has to do with the date, I’m not sure….
111111 is 63. I don’t know why so many people are having trouble with this.
I typed the ones into the calculator in HEX mode. Then I clicked DEC.
It’s how I translate hex codes into RGB values.
What?
Not that there’s ever a reason to convert hex to decimal.
Amateurs.
My long-time go-to argument with the Intelligent Design crowd has been to ask why we don’t have eight fingers instead of ten. I mean, really? Ten? Who’d think that was a good idea?
God, apparently.
Unfortunately, Jeff, RAS is dead. the fnords told me so.
Should we wear cordoroy today?
BTW, Squid, we do have only eight fingers. And two thumbs. Which makes a human hand just like an abacus, and means that with both hands, you can count to 99.
It’s all about the chismbop, baby!
My thumbs ain’t toes.
It’s Cyan? I still don’t know what Cyan is. There was a king. He was bald. There was dancing. I was sooo ashamed…
For enabling us all to so amicably chat,
God bless you all, whichever Stripe.
The only number I ever really notice is 69. Sometimes.
68?
Last January, at about 5:00AM one morning I was sitting at the Atlanta Medical Center. I was in anguish because my lovely wife Rebecca L Wyatt, North Clayton class of 1978, whom I never new then, had been badly injured and required major surgery. I put a post on here because I was terrified and couldnt’ really call anybody at that moment. I never mentioned it outside of my circle of friends except here. None of my officiaing colleagues knew and none of my business acquantainces knew. But ya’ll did. I hope that fucking means something.
She passed last night. Nobody ever loved me, a complete asshole unconditionally except for Becky. She was religious where I was not, and she prayed. Hard. A lot. And it didn’t work. Nothing worked.
I don’t know what I’m going to do.
Shit. Damned sorry to hear that, donald. My condolences.
Get through one day at a time. It’s all you can do.
I’m sure I speak for all of us Donald in passing along our condolences. She sounds like the woman for you, and I’m sure she will be sorely missed.
If it’s at all helpful Donald tell us about her and the people she had an impact on.
Donald, I feel for you.
I married my wife nearly 20 years ago; seems like just a few years. We’re going through one of those cold spells right now, where she’s visiting some thinly-veiled stinkeye on me on a somewhat regular basis, but it will soon pass. I shudder to imagine that I might lose her during one of those times, but you take the bad with the good. All in all, a more than even trade. Much more.
I don’t have any words of wisdom for you, unfortunately. Just ears, and heart. Me, I’d try to lose myself in my kids or work or martial arts for a while, just as a reprieve from the pain, but I’m a weird guy, and that kind of thing isn’t for everyone.
My condolences, Donald.
Sorry for your loss, Donald.
Oh Donald. I’m so sorry. If there is anything I can do do NOT hesitate to let me know.
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I am so so sorry, donald.
Let me know if there’s anything I can do.
“She was religious where I was not, and she prayed. Hard. A lot.”
Donald,
I bet a lot of that praying was for you. And as for whether it worked… well, we’ll just have to pick up the ball for her now.
“But ya’ll did. I hope that fucking means something.”
Darn Skippy it did, Big D.
Darn Skippy!
Damn, donald.
Talk about a 2×4 to the back of the head. Over and over.
What do you need?
So sorry, donald. You’ve a world of friends. Right here.