Wait just a minute..... I smell an unauthorized appropriation here! Commissar Theocrituswould have us believe that the Empress destroyed all of those Hummels belonging to the Chairman. But suppose he is pulling the old fake a sinking routine? Suppose he knew the course One Ping Only was on, and figured that if he were to drop a lot of broken pottery etc pieces overboard, One Ping Only would see it and report back. He figured we would assume that they were the missing Hummels, and he could clean up alright, on the Hot Hummel market. or simply set up his own private collection in a hidden room in his dacha? Now I suppose it is remotely possible that I have misjudged Commissar Theocritus' larceny skills.... then again......

...or perhaps return them to the Chairman for favor and future political advantage, no? Commissar Pupovich, I am pleasantly surprised by your insight here.

Comrade one ping only, confirm distance to debris field. Can you get positive ID on Hummel fragments? The Med isn't that deep, perhaps a diver can gather evidence to confirm?

We must closely observe if Commissar Theocritus' status in the Party changes suddenly. He might receive either a promotion or a double-tap in the back of the head as a reward for his trouble!

Commissar Pupovich wrote: Suppose he knew the course One Ping Only was on, and figured that if he were to drop a lot of broken pottery etc pieces overboard, One Ping Only would see it and report back. He figured we would assume that they were the missing Hummels, and he could clean up alright, on the Hot Hummel market. or simply set up his own private collection in a hidden room in his dacha? Now I suppose it is remotely possible that I have misjudged Commissar Theocritus' larceny skills.... then again......

Comrade puppy, chicom kitty

you words rang so true. we reversed course and released divers to examine this strange field of debris. Wonders of wonders, most of the hummels are not broken, they are just too bouseouis for words!

however, the broken ones are filled with crystals. I believe they may be diamonds as one of the figures is a plastic woman (anit they all) and has a pull string that keeps repeating ......

I love this man .... i love this man....

finally, i might build my dashca! and so much aid for the many titted empress!

will tally the take and report to our comrades

confirm distance to retirement

one ping only

Esteemed Commissar Pupovich wrote:Now I suppose it is remotely possible that I have misjudged Commissar Theocritus' larceny skills.... then again......

Pup, I'd blush, if I hadn't forgotten how. Hell, I haven't blushed since I first informed on my parents at the ripe old age of six because they wouldn't let me wear nothing but brown shirts.

Ah, larceny. I love it. I love it in all its forms. Simple, fancy, plain, obvious, underhanded, honest, dishonest, blatant, by stealth. I'm in <i>love</i> with stealing, which makes me a good progressive.

And yes, our Many Titted Empress really did break those Hummels. Not only did she receive bad news that HopePeaceChangeYadaYadaYada was doing unexpectedly well, but Huma had a cold sore and dry mouth.

one ping only wrote: confirm distance to retirement

one ping only

I wish my ping was always 1. Stupid ping, always being 500 and stuff.

Commissar Theocritus, the initial reports from One Ping Only would seem to suggest that perhaps your scheme has been exposed, But we await the final report with great expectation... enthusiasm.... interest.

Pupovich, I don't know how I can be any plainer. I do not have schemes, as you sneer, because I have inherited the penumbra of immunity from Our Many Titted Empress. Once she was at Rancho de Rio Grande, and drunk <i>again</i> on fermented virgins' blood, she anointed me with a phial of the tears of Vince Foster's wife and children.

"Theocritus, baby," I thrilled to hear her hypocorism for me, "this is my most precious possesssion. You know how I loved Vince. Why all those shagging, er, brainstorming weekends that we took in the Ozarks. Such fond memories. He used to spit-shine my hooves with his tongue. Such a man. But he was getting weak and he had to go, you know. Theocritus, the crown of responsibility weighs so heavily on me. But I had to do it.

"His wife and children didn't want him to go but I persuaded them that there was no choice. Meow got involved with that and it wasn't pretty but Dear Meow isn't subtle. And Vince's wife and family were strong. Too strong for their own benefit, you know. If they'd just agreed sooner her parents might still be alive.

"But that said, they did give me this. My magic phial of their tears."

And that, Dear Pupovich, is why I am anointed with the penumbra of invincibility and Many-Papped Infallibility and therefore there ain't no such thing as a scheme when I'm concerned.

But does the Chairman recognize your infallibility? Frankly Commissar, the reason that sometimes it appears that I aim for higher titles is this: In the motherland, when Uncle Iosef did what he had to do to build the greatest socialist state the world has ever seen, Commissars were purged on a whim. There were instances where every commissar associated with a particular area were "reformed" so to speak. Heavy is the hat that a commissar wears. and our heads are on the block of the People's Justice at all times.

Dear Comrade Pupovich. Considering your meteoric rise in the Progressive Party Political machine, I'll let you in on a secret.

Yes, dear Uncle Joe did kill a great number of people, and quite capriciously too. But those were the ones that he perceived as being a threat to him. By definition we never heard of the ones that he did not murder for being perceived threats. He killed a lot of people but not everyone, and therefore some survivors managed to not be a threat to him. And survive. And some with lots of money and power. QED.

Meow, sterling fellow that he is, when he's not rifling my Lalique or da Vinci notebooks, is not a Hummel-whore, although he wants you to think that he is. It's that bit of sentimentality which throws people off from your determination. That's why Margaret Thatcher kept a small squirmy dog. People thought, "Aw...she's not that bad." She was that bad. She had huge clanking brass balls.

Now I keep Bruno. You'd think, on average, that Bruno would be nothing but a silly queen and that's the image that we want to enforce. Imagine our Many Titted Empress coming for yet another stay (sigh) at Rancho de Rio Grande and lounging on two chaises longues around the pool, drunk, yet <i>again</i> on fermented virgins' blood, and all of the sudden a 6' 4" man comes tripping out on platform sandals looking like this:


Now that pretty much defines silly queen, doesn't it? Actually Bruno has done post-doc work in formal languages and automata and in the evenings, instead of watching E! and clicking our tongues over the latest embarrassment of that pill-head Liza Minella, we are working on applying OOP (Object Oriented Programming) techniques, which are of course classes, to Attribute Grammars, which are context-free grammars with a semantic routine attached to each non-terminal. OOP has given us a mechanism, but the problem is that the computational complexity is combinatoric, and not even NP complete. Which, even given the fact that an iMac is 3GHz Core 2 Duo with a 1.066GHz frontside bus (!), that's still too computationally expensive.

Now. I ask you. Who will survive the purge? A man stupid enough to keep around a really bad and obnoxious Carmen Miranda impersonator or someone who is trying to parse attribute grammars with LK(k) techniques.

And once we get that down we'll be able to translate anything, even the speeches of HopePeaceChangeYadaYadaYada.

And that, dear Pupovich, is the key to survival.

..........Ah...Bruno! Bruno! Let's use a connectivity matrix and Warshall's algorithm...

Commissar Theocritus wrote:and all of the sudden a 6' 4" man comes tripping out on platform sandals looking like this:

Let's be honest Theo, Bruno actually looks more this. Does he not?

I do not know which one is more fodder for nightmares. But there is one thing that I'm grateful for. When Bruno is in Carmen Miranda drag, it is full drag. Imagine the picture that you have so kindly--yeah--supplied me with turning around.

There. Spoiled your night?

Nice try, however I have a strong stomach. Now when Betty logs on and takes a peek, I suspect his last meal will end up in his lap.

He'll repress it. Some months ago there was a rannygazoo in which a loyal comrade posted a picture of a lissome woman in front of a beach and lyrically described...the beach. The joke of course being that no one was looking at the beach. Some evil comrade whose name escapes me posted the same joke but of a man, and Betty screamed like, well, Betty. I tried to tell Betty what people of more mature years would think of his faux panic but couldn't quite get it through. I gently suggested that the best way not to be thought gay is to ignore it entirely. But the young have much to learn...

Those are wise words you spoke Commissar.... from now on when I hear the Chairman whine about Hummels, I can just "wink wink,"

Can I assume when you talk of object class modeling etc. you are referring to objects and classes such as used in VBA and just about everything involving Windows?

Comrades, I have uncovered using the latest KGoogleB technology, what appears to be a spy among us! A certain Comrade Cat seems to have a background story he has not let us in on....

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Confess Comrade Criminal Cat! Come clean if you wish clemency!

VBA is rather higher level. I had in mind something more rudimentary, like C++ or Objective C or even Object Pascal. (This is new since my time at college.) One defines a structure, a collection of data, in normal languages like C or Pascal or even (shudder) COBOL. An object language lets you define an object which has data but also has methods associated with it.

As I recall from my limited learning, every program is multiple instances of COBJECT. All other objects are descended from it, inherit its properties, and add their own, or modify the inherited ones.

For example, each button on a screen is an object, an instance of say COBJECT. The object which tracks the mouse tells decorator object where the cursor is. When the mouse-tracking object detects a click, it tells the decorator, which then sends a message to the objects on the screen that there was a click. The one that you clicked on responds.

That object then, on receiving its click, has a method which it executes, to dim, or run a procedure. It may send a message to another object to turn it off, and so forth. It's brilliant. And I can see making a program for working land title out of it--had I the time (1) to learn objects (2) make a reliable database of objects (yeah). But conceptually the idea is that everything on your computer is an object, and every time you do something, you send a message to an object which asks itself if it ought to handle it, and if not, it passes it up until it is handled. Stunningly intelligent.

The objects in VBA, as I understand it, are higher level. Some objects in other languages are also higher level, such as 4D, which I wrote Minerva, the program that runs my business, in.

The way that I, in my ignorance, see objects is as semi-autonomous things which are set up so that they send messages to each other when they need to. Think of people gossiping on cell phones.

Please note the limits of my knowledge. In 1980 I could say that I understood computers from the subatomic level of semiconductor theory (and vacuum tubes, giving away my age), to digital logic, compiler construction, formal languages and so forth. Now I look up acronyms. The only think that I'm au courrant with flattering Our Many Titted Empress.

I am no expert by any means, but you are right, For instance, every button on this page are objects, as is this text box, the pointer etc. They all have properties and actions associated with them. My limited understanding is that it all goes back to the first windows. The program for windows basically was one big program that took up just about all the memory available at the time. and every time you turned on the computer, you had to load the whole file up. So the code was broken down into many different classes, libraries. and objects. each with it's own codes and processes. That way the computer just grabs the code that it needs to run a particular problem.

Speaking of old days.... I can not wait to hear Comrade Cat's explanation of him being the pet of a certain George W Bush when he was in the Alleged Air Haliburton Guard.

The original windowing applications, the Mac, borrowed from Xerox PARC, didn't use objects, which weren't invented then. They used an event loop. A single piece of code would constantly monitor all events--key presses, mouse clicks, mouse movement, floppy action (no network then)--and then poll tosee what to do with it. Very long, very limited, very hard to expand, VERY hard to customize.

The genius of OOP is (and I'm extrapolating) that it lends itself to a modern machine. The old ones had memory from 0 to X and if you wanted something, you got it from say location 1000. What if you had two copies of the same structure? As you would in any sort of recursive language, which is all useful ones. Couldn't do it. With indexed (and indirect) addressing, you have a memory location which POINTS to other memory. So you can have X numbers of objects in memory, each with its own variables, each distinct, and add in methods and you have the ability to generate events, that is, send messages. In the late 70s, just out of Rice, I called for the 8086 and 68000 instruction manuals and saw that the 8086 basically sucked, being an 8080 with a turbocharger on it. And that's why I bought a Mac, which used the 68000, not because I was an Apple fan. The 68000 had good indexed addressing; the 8086 had a horrible kludge so as not to make obsolete the 8080 which ought to have been taken behind the barn and killed with an ax. Those who remember the horrible early Windows memory problems will have experienced something that I didn't based entirely on the early machines used. I knew that it would be very hard to write a compiler for a recursive language with large procedures, as methods were then called, on the 8086. And it proved to be so.

I welcome the intelligence of someone who labors in this field daily. This is an amalgam of a decades-old education in compiler design when structured programming was the hot new thing and a 2MB machine was $4M.

---Pupovich. Are you well these days?

Comrades, comrades... When will you ever learn? The only object oriented programming is described below:


And as I did my research I also found this diagram of how to write a presentation application:

Clearly the Glorious Cube has corrected us both on the true meaning of object oriented programming. Is the Comrade Yagoda with the Koba?

Commissar, thanks for asking about my well being. I have been doing poorly of late it seems. My leg has really been bothering me, and I really don't know the reason. Having more problems eating, but that comes and goes. Otherwise, guess I am doing OK. I know I will be ok once universal health care arrives!

Get thee to a leech, Pupovich, and not to one of the glorious people's leeches. You know, one of the good doctors that the nomenclatura use. Fly one in from Houston if need be, like Denton Cooley.

Pupovich - next to Koba is Marshal Voroshilov, the legendary people's protector glorified in songs and fairy tales of social realism.

Alas, what is wrong with my leg is unfixable, even with the best of leeches. Too much nerve damage.

Glorious Cube, my first thought was that it was Voroshilov, I have seen his picture so many times as I am even now reading one of my Uncle Iosef's er,,, scrapbooks, but the book is outside in my Zil limo, the sun is shining too bright for my delicate complexion, and my chief aide was just arrested. I turned the lout in just because my eggs was a bit too runny this morning and he had that look in his eye, you know the one I mean? But when I googled Voroshilov, the picture didn't quite seem to match. But now that I compare again, I see it. His moustache was darker in your picture. Your picture was also disturbing.... it almost appears that this Voroshilov is as tall as the Great Stalin! He should be shortened!

Commissar Pupovich wrote:Comrades, I have uncovered using the latest KGoogleB technology, what appears to be a spy among us! A certain Comrade Cat seems to have a background story he has not let us in on....

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Confess Comrade Criminal Cat! Come clean if you wish clemency!

Pupovich, it seems the tail wags the dog. I can easily explain this frightening incident in my kittenhood.

It is well known, my flea-bitten friend, that Bush is a kitty-killer. I know for a fact during his Air National Guard phase, he was devouring three or four kittens a week, as many as he could lure with his catnip trap. Unfortunately, my love for the fragrant weed was nearly my demise as well.

Snared I was, and packed up for a snack after a long training flight. In this photo, you can see he has me in a vice-like grip, and is almost drooling over the feast to come. He traditionally had a photo taken of his prey just before it was skewered prior to cooking. At the last moment, as he was lighting the afterburner to flambe me, I wriggled away.

I am sure this explanation will satisfy you and any futher inquiries of Party officials, including the three thugs my security forces arrested inside my compound tonight. Notthing but a loyal commucat here!

Nice try, Comrade Tongue. And I just posted another explanation on a different thread.

Red Square wrote:This picture looks like comrade Mousey Tongue sporting a very large hat in the form of war criminal Bush. Those Halloween costumes are getting increasingly out of hand.

While your explanation may seem more plausible than mine, I'm higher in the Party hierarchy and therefore my words automatically constitute the Current Truth. When you take my place you'll be mandating the Current Truth, but until then you're the one wearing the Big Bush Hat.

Now listen here, Pupovich! Did you cunningly bury these pictures on different threads as a way to cross-examine witnesses and force the the Party members to make contradictory statements? This is not the correct way, Pupovich. No matter what the current truth is, the appearance that our members are not aware of the most recent update on the state of the truth may give our enemies the impressions that we are as weak, uncommitted, and poorly organized as the Republicans are. This is sabotage.

This is as serious a sabotage as adding truth serum to the Party Kool-Aid!

I denounce Commissar Pupovich!

Pupovich is Truth Serum Drinker! I demand a congressional investigation into the possibility he might have injected other Party members with Truth Serum in the locker room at the bunker. Either Pupovich wanted to create disarray in our collective and use it to advance his career, or he is a covert dittohead and Operation Chaos operative.

His life - and the very Party membership itself - are now in the hands of the revolutionary tribunal.

Who volunteers to be part of the Troika?

I stole $200,000 dollars today. (GASP!) I'm telling the... the... the truth! I also shaved off a couple absentee ballots for Obama in Indiana (Quickly covers mouth).

Commissar Pupovich! What are you doing to us!? I hope Nancy wears that slinky outfit today (GASP!!!). She is such a fox! (GASP!!!!!!) I have to use the bathroom. Excuse me, Comrades. (Runs to the bathroom crying)

Comrade Cube, what can I say? Your explanation of the cat wearing the big Bush hat is the Truth!

Yes, I did post this damning picture of the cat in several places in an effort to step on one comrade to advance my own career. I love power, I have Chairman envy! I love the Party! I have kept a greater percentage of my expropriations than I have revealed. I even find myself excited by Commissarka Pinkie's reprimands!

Great Stalin's Ghost! Someone has slipped this truth serum in my vodka dish as well! I know it was not me, and I can only tell the truth at this moment. This must be investigated Comrade Cube! It was not I who pushed this serum in the Party Kool-Aid.

However, my brilliant, expensive counsel, the Chairman, assured me that all charges have been dropped. However, if it is for the advancement of GoodParty­™, and For the Common Good™, then I will of course lovingly submit to a record 5th trial.,,,provided I can have the Chairman as defense council again.

Red, I have uncovered further damning evidence against Pupovich. In direct violation of Party orders he has help legitimized Faux News by appearing on The No Spin Zone.



What say you Pup?

Commissar Maksim wrote:What say you Pup?

How many times have you been warned to not imitate what appears to be your real hero!

Asit happens....my investigation has turned up an interesting suspect whofor those comrades old enough to remember this, "spiked the party'spunch!"


BTW Comrade Cube, I have uncovered another fact I am not sure the Collective is aware of. Did you know that Comrade Putin's grandfather was a chef? A chef that had the singular honor of serving the Tsar Nicholas II as a lad, Lenin, and Stalin! This could proove useful. He has been given a lot of slack on this Tsarist connection.

Red Square wrote:Nice try, Comrade Tongue. And I just posted another explanation on a different thread.

Red Square wrote:This picture looks like comrade Mousey Tongue sporting a very large hat in the form of war criminal Bush. Those Halloween costumes are getting increasingly out of hand.

While your explanation may seem more plausible than mine, I'm higher in the Party hierarchy and therefore my words automatically constitute the Current Truth. When you take my place you'll be mandating the Current Truth, but until then you're the one wearing the Big Bush Hat.

Now listen here, Pupovich! Did you cunningly bury these pictures on different threads as a way to cross-examine witnesses and force the the Party members to make contradictory statements? This is not the correct way, Pupovich. No matter what the current truth is, the appearance that our members are not aware of the most recent update on the state of the truth may give our enemies the impressions that we are as weak, uncommitted, and poorly organized as the Republicans are. This is sabotage.

This is as serious a sabotage as adding truth serum to the Party Kool-Aid!

I denounce Commissar Pupovich!

Pupovich is Truth Serum Drinker! I demand a congressional investigation into the possibility he might have injected other Party members with Truth Serum in the locker room at the bunker. Either Pupovich wanted to create disarray in our collective and use it to advance his career, or he is a covert dittohead and Operation Chaos operative.

His life - and the very Party membership itself - are now in the hands of the revolutionary tribunal.

Who volunteers to be part of the Troika?

Put me first on the list, glorious leader!

While the pup was spiking the punch so to speak, he was serving it in Pupperware^TM!

Comrade Cat.... have you even been assigned a job yet? You seem to have too much time on your paws. Where were you earlier when I courageously offered myself up for the Party? Now you wish to judge me? I will let you in on a fact...I graduated top of my class in the Ministry of Love. It is simply impossible for me to commit ThoughtCrime™. Through the Party's wise conditioning, I get ill if even a hint of ThoghtCrime™ raises it's ugly head.... and I am feeling a bit queasy since you came in.... what is on your mind cat? Until then, all I can say about your false accusations is this....


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It's like 20 dozen people peeing really hard under water!

savvy

Premier Betty wrote:It's like 20 dozen people peeing really hard under water!

savvy

Please! i know what peeing under vasser looks like, and its not like that!

have gathered all the crystals and they weigh 2.156 kg. That is enough to fill a large hat ,,, but before u say it, not that large.

cannot wait to secure take for our many titted empress!

confirm distance to being a super delegate

one ping only

But is there evidence that any Hummels were deposited there?

Not unless you want to look for them yourself.

No but we found this:




NExt to this...... Im not sure what it means

I'll tell you what that means! Those are cheap Hummel knockoffs! It doesn't take a Chairman to see that! Which can only lead to one conclusion and one only! Commissar Theocritus planted cheap and broken Hummels to hide the Chairman's Collection which he claims were destroyed! Lenin only knows what has come of them! I hope the Chairman is up to a first class examination!

Let's cut the show trial bulls*it here. Commissar Pup has already confessed by denouncing himself. Obviously there's no need for a trial. Trials have the purpose of forcing a confession and since Pup has confessed there's no need for one.

It's off to the Gulag now! Seize him! Show no mercy! Ohhh he fell and hit the floor six times during one fall. Wonderful! Now remove him from my sight!

Criminal Kommissar Vodkov, clearly you fail to understand my noble purpose in going this route, and you have failed to read where all charges were dropped. Not to worry though.... I have not forgotten your trial's postponement.

Yes, the true purpose behind his denouncing of himself is to get all the female doggies out there to feel sorry for him and thus want to "share his pain" and bring him sympathy. We know what you are up to Pupovich....

Commissar Pupovich wrote:and you have failed to read where all charges were dropped.

Commissar, it seems you have forgotten that the ability to ignore facts is the foundation of socialism. Where would we be if we didn't ignore facts comrade? I try not to think about it - not thinking about certain issues is after all as important as ignoring facts.

It seems you are straying into realpolitik comrade. Say it isn't so!

I am shocked at these last two comments, especially the one from the Premier. Premier, I am married to the Party, no other distractions are needed or desired. I chose to denounce myself to try and revive Progressiveness at it's best, and if that should also serve to enhance my resume so that I can continue my rise within the Party so that I can do more For the Common Good™, then so be it.

As for the Criminal Kommissar's comments, never let it be said that I am not unwilling to throw myself at the mercy of the party yet one more time to break my previous record of 4 trials. if it will help advance the cause of the People's Progress.

Commissar Pupovich wrote: I am married to the Party, no other distractions are needed or desired. I chose to denounce myself to try and revive Progressiveness at it's best, and if that should also serve to enhance my resume so that I can continue my rise within the Party so that I can do more For the Common Good™, then so be it.

That's just a fancy, over complex, and confusing way of saying what I did.

Now I am confused! Hand me one of those medicated Hot Pockets!

Stupid spell check. I fix3d it. Have one of those Hot Pockets anyway, just for good measure. You can never be too medicated... at least that's what the schools seem to think....

Chairman M. S. Punchenko wrote:I can't be seen as a commoner, Pupovich! I can't be seen walking! I just can't! You have to give me your parking space! YOU HAVE TO GIVE ME YOUR PARKING SPACE!

Chairman Punchenko.....how we need your wisdom, compassion, and fair handed justice right now. I am ready to give you my parking space.....