Re: A Problem To Solve :-)

On 3/17/2024 1:04 AM, Physfitfreak wrote:

On 3/16/2024 6:48 PM, Physfitfreak wrote:

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On the menu board, how was the price of the three fillets expressed in continued fractions?
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  But the stupid clerk had made a mistake in explaining the pricing. When Physfit called Long John Silvers and asked for the pricing again, since what the clerk had told him was impossible, they explained that it was the numerator of the reduced fraction that the continued fraction would reduce into, which gave the price of the meal, not the whole fraction.
 Then Physfit regenerated the continued fraction, at home, that represented the price of the three fillets on the menu board.
 If Physfit could do this, anyone could do that too, right? Hehe :)
    

It was a pretty simple task, but still fun to do :) He turned off his Aspire One mini laptop dedicated to DOS with qBASIC on it, and placed it inside his backpack. Then on a hunch, he got it out and placed it on the desk again!... He decided to upgrade to QB64, baby. And that was that. It was time.
So Physfit began the process of installing Windows 10 on it, making sure it was a pirated copy, not a paid for one. When the never ending process began, he sat back and started to calculate the bill that he intended to charge Microsoft for using up that much of his time.
He charged Microsoft for each millisecond of his time exactly $100. And since the unbelievingly rude process took no less than 8 hours to get finished with all the updates, etc, the bill charged to Microsoft came to: $2,880,000,000.00 i.e. $2.88 billion.
He then used the KMS thingy and validated it and the Office that came with it both.
Then someone knocked on his door. It was about 6 pm and none of those power company salesmen would come this late to beg. So Physfit stood up and went opened the door. It was Bill Gates, in his swimming suit, who've gotten there the moment the news of installing a pirated Windows had reached him.
Physfit: "Hmm... No wonder. You've got a camera up my cat's ass too?"
Gates:   "Did you just fucking use one of my company's Windows 10 operating system without paying for it?"
Physfit: "Did I? Oh, I think I did. Here, this is the bill for my time spent on doing that. Why don't you first suck it, then be a good American citizen and pay it promptly." And he handed the piece of paper to him.
Gates looked down on the bill then looked up and said,
Gates:   "Make me!" He then turned toward his limousine and signaled to someone inside, something.
Physfit reached behind the door and took the Mossberg leaning against the wall and held it up straight towards Gate's face and racked it, ready to deliver Texas logic. Then,
Physfit:  "You Yankee Seattlite Mofo stand on my portico, in Texas, IN DALLAS to be exact, and ask me for money for the piece of crap job that took 8 hours of my life to even begin responding? Didn't your wife teach a thing or two about Dallas?... Do 4 things for me, you spoiled mofo:
    1. Kneel on the ground in front of me.
    2. Place one of your eyes on the tip of this barrel and look inside.
    3. Apologize for taking up 8 hours of my life's time, then knocking on my door at 6 pm in swimming suit.
    4. Pay the fucking bill you have in your hands. It is due NOW, and it has your fucking first name on it; or, I'll blow your misapprehending Yankee head off and Greg Abbott will only smile when he's told of it."
Gates understood the situation (he was good at that) and knelt down and removed his ugly eyeglasses and began looking inside the barrel, holding the bill in one hand and using his other hand trying to reach his asshole, of all the things in the world for a man to do.
Physfit:   "What are you doing behind you??..."
Gates:     "I'm trying to get $3 Billion out of my ass; do you mind?"
Physfit:   "I don't want to see such a Seattle act done in front of me. Pay the bill later. You know fucking well what my bank account is, don't you."
Bill Gates immediately jumped up and began running toward his limousine while still covering his asshole tight with one hand, as if preventing to get ass-fucked as well, on top of the whole thing.
So that was it.
Gates jumped inside the Limousine and darted away, and Physfit took a look to the right and glanced at the magic mountain, then came in and shut the door.
Without even looking, he pressed the little lever and racked again to get the double-aught buckshot out and inserted it back in the magazine tube below, held the gun downward, dry fired, then put the mighty Mossberg back down where it always was, against the wall, and walked back to his desk.
He installed QB64 phoenix edition, complete with Terry Ritchie's awesome tutorial. And began studying the tutorial and doing the exercises on the IDE.
"So much one-way love has gone into this..." Physfit thought to himself as he read and did the tutorial. "The original 'Christianity' that these cro-magnons call that version of Mithraism, can still be found if you look hard. It isn't all gone... Hmm... I think it's probably impossible for Mithraism to be all gone... What do you know."
He then continued, "And with all these features, it still enjoys backward compatibility with all versions of BASIC of the past - could be so even with the present ones." He wouldn't have to modify any of the several little codes he'd recently written to test the usenet Bozos with, and at the same time, forming a little library of useful little codes of his own.
It got night, and with no prospect of Long John Silvers fish fillets and coleslaw in sight for 48 hours, he went to bed with an empty stomach and a head full of appreciation for QB64's mighty additional features, and for that jewel of a tutorial.
Bed was still inside the livingroom, so as he watched the two skylights on the ceiling, he reviewed what went on with Gate's visit, and he thought to himself, "How long has it been that Americans have become so immune to the abuses they get from their cutthroat businessmen? ..."
"Did it start with Reagan..., certainly not. They were already immune to it for at least a couple of decades before Reagan's level of outrageousness ensued."
He then continued, "Wasn't it in fact JFK that even worded it for them? Hmm.. And the stupid morons loved that too! Yep, he was the one who worded it first,
    'Aks not why your country fucks you in the ass - Aks why your country doesn't fuck you in the throat also.'
... right? Right! It was him. So Americans were already "American" by 1961."
He then fell asleep.
"What the...", he was at the drive-thru of Long John Silvers again!... And better than that, he didn't even remember when was the last time he'd had a meal. So why not! :-)
He looked up and scanned the menu board slowly, left and right, up and down. "What the fuck is with it this time?.." He told to himself. It took him a few seconds to understand the deal.
The prices were all double-or-none. You either paid double the prices mentioned on the board, or paid nothing. But you had to give the sales clerk the correct explanation of the relational logic that was written beside each price, to get your order free. If you made a mistake in that, you'd pay twice the price!
And the relational logic expressed for the three fish fillets deal was this:
A.....B
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1 IMP 0   = 0
Having already discussed, in another layer of cyberspace, such logical relations in COLA as a result of something Farley had mentioned, he confidently ordered his beloved three fish fillets and a huge side of coleslaw and drove to the window. The clerk held her gadget out for Physfit to speak into, and he spoke a succinct and yet correct meaning of that relation in the English language to the gadget. She then took it back inside, pressed a button, then placed the gadget down and gave the order to him without asking for any money. Physfit smiled and drove back home to enjoy it.
What did Physfit say to the gadget?
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