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I used to own a couple of RPN hp calculators in the previous millennium (mostly for the "cool" factor)
I don't see the point of HP continuing manufacturing them; phones and tables are a lot more efficient at doing that kind of job.
HP should create "apps" for those devices.
I'd rather be phishing!
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I cut my HP "teeth" on a 41CX way back when you had a mag stripe card reader and a very rudimentary thermal printer. Programming it meant you had to concern yourself with every register. We turned out crazy stuff on them such as the yields from ore processing. Since then I started a collection of HP calculators. A former boss of mine bought a 41CX on fleabay. A research lab was clearing out some old cupboards and they discovered a stash of them, still boxed and shrink-wrapped. He bought one and when he opened it he said he could still detect that brand new HP calculator scent. I knew exactly what he meant.
If there is one thing more dangerous than getting between a bear and her cubs it's getting between my wife and her chocolate.
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My first calculator was a HP 67, with the card reader/writer, and it kept me alive in engineering school. There is no justification for continuing to manufacture any form of calculator without RPN, as it is orders of magnitude faster and more efficient than algebraic calculators. I still use nothing else, as it is the only logical method of calculation in the Universe.
Will Rogers never met me.
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I had forgotten about the card reader model. Love and still use my HP-11C.
First calculator (for college) cost $60 on half price sale. Battery would last about 15 minutes before needing a recharge. It had one memory and did square roots! Guy at college came to class with a $300 one that did tan/cos/sin.
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I think I paid $380 for the 67, and I had to drive to Los Angeles to buy it. A friend and I spent a sleepless weekend writing a program for that thing that would solve for the roots of any expression up to 20th order, real or complex. It saved us both the next week in the Control Systems class final exam!
Will Rogers never met me.
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The HP-11C was not my first as it was bought for me by the company I worked for (programmable but no hard I/O). That is where someone had a one with a reader, do not remember the number, and would program fatigue analysis.
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I feel the same way about RPN. It just seems so natural and, almost so obviously better. I like the retro look of the HP67's display.
If there is one thing more dangerous than getting between a bear and her cubs it's getting between my wife and her chocolate.
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The thought process required to use RPN matches exactly the process used by a real brain in soling a problem. Those who use algebraic entry must have really peculiar minds, and slow ones to boot.
Will Rogers never met me.
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Maximilien wrote: I don't see the point of HP continuing manufacturing them; phones and tables are a lot more efficient at doing that kind of job.
HP should create "apps" for those devices.
They have. They've written a Saturn emulator for IOS, and produced (IIRC) HP-12C and -15C calculators for iPhone. These calcs use the Saturn code from the actual HP calculators.
My personal favorite is a HP-42S emulator developed by a third party.
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Top 10 lost words[^]
Now I have some new...er...old...words for those Snollygosters in Congress. I hope those Ultracrepidarians become wamblecropt and get feagued.
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I shall do everything I can to re-introduce the usage of "Snudge".
Or should that be "everything I can't"?
"Nothing I can"?
"Shan't do something"
"Won't do anything I could?"
Hell, I'll just carry on trying to figure it out for an hour, then go home.
I wanna be a eunuchs developer! Pass me a bread knife!
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Mark Forsyth wrote: Snollygoster is a 19th century American word for "a dishonest or corrupt politician".
Or, as they're known today, "a politician".
"These people looked deep within my soul and assigned me a number based on the order in which I joined."
- Homer
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That was my thought when reading that part too
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Apparently there was a guy in the UK Parliament with the nickname of "the honest politician" and became so depressed most people thought he was insane.
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Why don't we have sprunt-ing nowadays? Terribly disappointed.
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Come to our neck of the woods. It's called rape.
If there is one thing more dangerous than getting between a bear and her cubs it's getting between my wife and her chocolate.
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I had a different interpretation in mind.
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Did you follow the link from "Feague"?
I love the caption: "An eel like this had an adventure"
The only instant messaging I do involves my middle finger.
English doesn't borrow from other languages.
English follows other languages down dark alleys, knocks them over and goes through their pockets for loose grammar.
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Utter crap.
Groak[^]
How can we trust what he says when he cannot even spell the words.
And feague means nothing of the sort, it means to beat.
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Obscurum per obscurius.
Ad astra per alas porci.
Quidquid latine dictum sit, altum videtur .
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feague (third-person singular simple present feagues, present participle feaguing, simple past and past participle feagued)
- To decorate or improve in appearance through artificial means.
- To increase the liveliness of a horse by inserting an irritant, such as a piece of peeled raw ginger or a live eel, in its fundament.
- (obsolete) To beat or whip; to drive.
"These people looked deep within my soul and assigned me a number based on the order in which I joined."
- Homer
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According to google, which is ALWAYS right, he is correct about feague[^]. Although it also says that as well as an eel, they sometimes used a ginger. So even back in the olden days people bullied redheads.
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I was quite discombobulated on reading this and must now depart for my pendigestatory interludicule.
“That which can be asserted without evidence, can be dismissed without evidence.”
― Christopher Hitchens
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All we have in Congress is a bunch of ultracrepidarian snollygosters, yet we can only hope they realize we, their constituents, are tired of being wamblecropt nearly to death from all the snudging these feaguing sprunters do.
Then, again, when a vast majority of their constituents gongoozle and groke all day long at the haves vs. have-nots and expect the snollygosters to do something about it when, in fact, they can't nor shouldn't, that only leaves the alert remnant constituency to daily uhtceare, which only drives them to sign-off at the end of the day far beyond that of when Sir Richard has taken off his considering cap.
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I can't even enunciate them...
I'm not questioning your powers of observation; I'm merely remarking upon the paradox of asking a masked man who he is (V).
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Sound like words Mr. M. Burns would say.
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