YSaC, Vol. 1315: D.
Deed (Ddd)
Dddd
Well, let’s see here. This is posted in Antiques, so clearly we’re supposed to think about this in an ancient way. Apparently in Semitic alphabets, what eventually became the letter D was a symbol called Dalet that represented either a fish or a door.1 So this person is apparently selling four fish-doors.
Except, the Dalet eventually evolved into the Greek Delta. The capitalized delta, Δ, may be used to indicate uncertainty, whereas the lowercase delta, δ, is used in proofreading to indicate that text needs to be deleted.2 So this person is indicating that all uncertainty in the world needs to be deleted. That’s an uplifting thought, isn’t it?
Or maybe he’s just trying to extol the virtues of the letter D. But I think this did it better:
Thanks, Rob!
1 http://en.wikipedia.org/wiki/D
2 http://en.wikipedia.org/wiki/Delta_(letter)
He’s missing a ‘c’.
DDDDC is that classic(is it old enough to be an antique yet) Dirty Deeds Done Dirt Cheap…
I thought it was a Dunder Jeep.
Or a Thunder Sheep.
“Nerdy fleas drum their feet!”
I prefer the next single on Deed’s (Ddd) album, Eeef
The upper-case delta, Δ, is used in engineering to represent a differential quanta. The “Space Race” made “delta-Vee” (ΔV) somewhat common-place.
Which was somewhat confused by being used to represent the change required to change from Newton’s First, to Newton’s Second status–or vice versa. While also referring to the amount of fuel on board space vehicles available to make such changes.
Delta is also encountered in HVAC circles–as ΔT, “delta-Tee” to refer to measurable temperatures on either side of air handling units. Air cooling units typically yield 20º ΔV, if air enters at 70ºF it exits at50ºF (and a serious ΔRH). In heating systems, the ΔT is much higher.
The civil engineers use delta, Δ to annotate curved lines in their “easting/westing” directional notation.
Delta is also a name of an airline capable of generating huge quanta of misery for anyone changing planes in the Atlanta Hartsfield airport hub.
Yes. All of those meanings of Delta are listed on the wikipedia page I referenced. But none of those meanings of Delta allowed me to make the jokes I wanted to make.
Oh, I dunno, llamanun I think the Cap’n did a pretty good job…I’m laughing so hard my sides ache.
I’m also feverish, so maybe I have an advantage here.
Delta is also the name of a lady in a song*, prettiest woman you ever laid eyes on.
*If you’re under forty, this is probably lost on you, sorry.
:presses buzzer:
What is Delta Dawn, Alex?
I call bullpucky, Ghostie, you ain’t old enough to know that song!
You mean;
Delta Dawn, what that flower you have on?
Could it be a faded rose from days gone by?
And did I hear you say he was a meetin’ you here today,
To take you to his mansion in the sky?
*cough* K-Tel record *cough*
I think we actually had the original 45 of that one that we played on the hall stereo. (It was one of those monsters that looked like a bench; the 8-track player was broken and it didn’t pick up radio stations very well, but the record player worked fine.)
Sure funky, Make light of all the short people. And ghosty, the response should be, “What is the weather?” Although I don’t know what this has to do with today’s post.
I’ll take “What Is That Smell” for $300, Alex.
Isn’t there a Δ near the mouth of the Mississippi?
That would be the delta of Venus.
*bow-chicka-bow-bow*
Sparky needs to keep up. It’s the year MMXII, or, if he insists, DDDDXII.
“D” is for dumbass, and that’s good enough for me
“D” is for dumbass, and that’s good enough for me
“D” is for dumbass, and that’s good enough for me
Dumbass dumbass dumbass starts with “D”!
Wait, I think that was another Sesame Street song. Oh well.
The earworm: You’re welcome! Happy Friday!
Sesame Street was brought to you today by the letter D.
And the letter D.
And the number D.
(I can just hear Bert sighing disgustedly now.)
Sesame Streetwalkers are brought to you by the letters DD and by the number 2.
As Mr. Dddd Deed’s (his parents had suffered from a rare condition known as terrifiedofallvowelsexceptEandlovingtheletterDphobia) finally understood the reason behind the butler’s intense interest in his socks; he worried that the silent creeper might suddenly turn homicidal if denied the pleasure of changing his socks.
He devised a clever plan, by insisting the socks be changed early in the morning before he’d gotten out of bed.
What the butler didn’t know was the ‘legs’ attached to the socks were really mannequin parts leftover when the Woolworth store finally closed its doors forever and Deeds was able to pick up a few items for cheap.
Whatever, the butler was happy and Deeds was free from the squick factor this whole ritual brought on.
Until the one morning, when awakening from a dream with a kick-ass idea for a Hallmark card forced him to jump out of bed and run to the writing table just as the butler came in the room with fresh socks.
As Deeds hunched over his writing table……
I heard your mother died, that’s sad.
I also heard she left you penniless, and that’s too bad.
I’m rich.
….writing out his latest masterpiece (certain this one would land him that contract he wanted so badly), he never heard the butler approach from behind, nor did he feel the tightening of the sock around his throat as the butler – enraged at the deception – exacted his ironic revenge………….
I read that disease name as “terrified owl sex”.
I saw “terrific owl sex.”
To many naughty bits. I just covered my eyes during the owl sex.
I’m sure you see all kinds of stuff when you hang out in the bushes dressed as a squirrel.
Which makes me wonder if he’s afraid of owls having sex, or likes having sex with terrified owls. Not sure where the sock fetish would fit into those, though.
‘Cause the socks have interesting incense, duh, it’s right up there in black and white.
What I don’t understand is why the butler would take his revenge out on an iron and what did it have to do with Mr. Deed’s behind? Gawd, probably have to wait til the sequel comes out.
I guess you gotta be smart to read CJ’s works, she’s pretty deep.
I knew funky would have the answer, because, you know, sock monkeys.
That’s easy, monkey, it’s purple, because aliens don’t eat pancakes. Ever.
Sincerely,
C”deep as a puddle”J
Would
“Raptor Intercourse”
be IF’s retro-punk Flock of Seagulls cover band?
“Raptor Intercourse”
Raptor?! Damned near killed her!!!
Hey – What band would the “Safe Socks Monkeys” cover? Help me out here, Cap’n my Cap’n.
“The capitalized delta, Δ, may be used to indicate uncertainty”
We of the Amalgamated Union of Philosophers, Sages, Luminaries and Other Thinking Persons Demand rigidly defined areas of doubt and uncertainty!
Δ is ready when you are.
DELTA= Don’t Even Leave The Airport.
“Dddd”
It’s Beethoven’s fifth.
Dddd, Dddd,
Weeweewahweeweeweeweeweewah.
Weeweewahweeweeweeweeweezaw.
Dddd, dddd, ddddd, daw.
Maybe I should just stick with Fox’s fifth.
Glugglugglugglug.
I prefer Jack Daniel’s fifth, thanks.
I don’t know Jack.
That sounded suspiciously like dubstep to me.
Beethoven was just ahead of his time.
Dubstep would have been:
Wbbb, Wbbb,
Weeweewahweeweeweeweeweewah.
Weeweewahweeweeweeweeweezaw.
Wbbb, bbbb, bbbbb, baw.
The difference is slight, and to the untrained ear, indistinguishable.
Like me? I just washed my ears and I can’t do a thing with them.
The YSaC Zone.
Imagine yourself in a place, a place where people, some of whom are furry, snark at everything you post. Consider Sparky, happily typing away with literary genius. Then Sparky submits his work and everyone laughs at him. Sparky has just entered the YSaC zone.
Dddd, Dddd
Deed(Demon duck of doom)
Demon duck of doom, duh.
FIFY
Shhhhh…….
Da deed: dat’s done.
Now everybody go back to what you were doing. Nothing to see here.
If I had to venture a guess, I would say Sparky is trying to get the beat right on The White Stripes’ Seven Nation Army
Dee dee deedee dee dee DUM!
*looks, smiles*
I’ve been Deed
*eyes widen*
Oooh, I’ve been double Deed, Yay! Double Deed!
*eyes pop,muffled voice*
Ohmagaw! Ahvmen kanduphfl Dnee! Mmummph mmummph mmumph, hmmmm.
*unseen grin*
Some people can turn anything into innuendo.
Fish Doors is my ultimate jam band.
(OT — the button in YSaC mobile is labeled “Publish” and everytime I click it I think to myself ” . . . Or perish.” Academia. I don’t miss you ever. )
Tell me about it. I’m still in it.
Poor Llamanun, BBUH.
I’ve been loose in general society for a number of years now, but I still wonder if there are legions of Evil RhetComp Elves tracking my movements and plotting the best time to harvest my organs for the Trustees’ Dinner.
d.d.d.d.d.d.d.d. That’s the sound of a drunk bee flying backward.
I love the way your brain works!
Ooooh, lemon water nose rinse today! And it shines up the keyboard! Woohoo!
Thanks, LL.
I say, isn’t that a bit excessively lipogrammatic?
http://en.wikipedia.org/wiki/Lipogram
No, no, no! Why in googly gravy would you not jot anything down without using that vowl?
(Lipogram my Butt)
I must admit, it’s as hard as it sounds. Words just don’t mix as comfortably as you’d want.
I’d like to buy a vowel.
“Dad deed did dood dud.”
Surprisingly, if you say it fast, it almost makes sense.
This is a bit off topic, but I would like to pass this on. As someone who has never earned a degree in anything and meeting people who believe they are always right, based on the fact that they have more degrees than I do. They measure their intelligence by the number of degrees they have. So, they must admit to being dumber than a Δ (triangle).
I am proud to say that I have 98.6 degrees, which makes me very intelligent indeed! I become marginally smarter when I have a fever.
I have to admit, however, that I didn’t actually earn any of them (unless you count a tech certificate), and not for lack of time spent in institutions of higher learning. I was always under the impression that the point of education was to acquire knowledge of things that interest you, or that you can use in life, rather than to meet a set of arbitrary curriculum requirements. Most university administrations seem to feel otherwise. Go figure.
It’s amazing how much snark can be generated by just two letters and a couple of parentheses.
Eat your heart out McGyver.
I never saw that one…
Rebecca, Dave, Ferret Tribe, I would not get up this early for just anyone, you know. Punchity Punch Punch. On a Saturday, yet. zzzzzzzzzzzzzzz Eh whaa. . . oh.
Good Morning, Academia!
This site is hilarious. Just came across it for the 1st time tonight. There are soo many dumb ads on Craigslist and you find some of the worst ads and publish them. Love it. People think that if they post an ad on CL, then someone will see it and buy it. dddd ddd dd dddd is not a good way to find buyers.