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He posted a few weeks ago on one of my ideas. Don't
remember which one. I assume he's alive, if you can call not
coming to the Halfbakery every day a life. |
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You OK Ian? You're missed. |
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I'm sure His [Tindale]ness has posted relatively recently, but
"I'm sure" usually means "I'm not sure". |
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I have an (oldish) email address that I can try if he persists in
being absent. |
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Angonaminnit - I'm not finding any annotations or ideas by
[Ian]. |
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He seems to have deleted his account. That's a shame. |
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It is. There are times when I need two cups of coffee. |
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Oh bollox. Why would he do that? Two cups of
coffee was a giant. |
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I have emailed him, will report back if there is any good or
bad news. I suppose I should have sent him two emails. |
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I still miss [Rods Tiger] |
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//I have emailed him// Tell him his two cups of
coffee are waiting to be reclaimed. |
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//I still miss [Rods Tiger]// I still miss missing [Rods Tiger] |
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He just posted an email address a few days ago if anyone wanted to hear his latest music. I hadn't gotten around to it yet. Maybe none of us did. |
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Yes, the link to his music. I did listen and commented. I'm
very sorry to see he has left, in fact, if he has. |
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//He just posted an email address a few days ago// Was it a
link or an email address? If it was an address, what was it? |
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Wonder what happened. Maybe he just decided he'd rather be in the list
of things that aren't on any list? |
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// "I would suggest that of all things, now that I think about it, lists really
are the most difficult thing to understand, and yet everybody thinks they
understand them. What they're understanding is a surface appreciation
of them. Once you start thinking about lists further, you'll never come
back. Nested lists. Lists that relate to other lists. List items that
themselves are relationships. Lists with items that exist in more than
one list. Lists that vary across time. Lists that contain things. Lists that
leave things out. A list of things that aren't on any list." [Ian Tindale] |
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//Angonaminnit//
I noticed one of his annos had disappeared, looked
for his user page and found him gone. Assume that
means he’s deleted his account. |
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His last idea was “New name for marketing” I
think. He was clearly passionate about his music.
Sadly, I didn’t get to listen to it. |
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//Sadly, I didn’t get to listen to it// |
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Google is a wonderful thing, I'm sure you'll b able to find some
if
U try. |
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Google "Robot Christmas Ian Tindale". |
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I did, but my work IT blocks so much stuff, that
and the “Register or log in with
Google/Facebook...” just turns me away. |
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Quit your job...easy solution to that, Frankie Sir. hahaha, you
shouldn't be working anyway, None of the rest of us bums do.
hahaha |
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//Was it a link or an email address?// |
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It was either Ian dot Tindale @ gmail.com or hotmail.com but I think I remember him mentioning something negaitive about hotmail once so I'm leaning toward gmail. |
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I found an old email for him - the gmail one. I've emailed him
(yesterday) but with no result as yet. |
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//Quit your job//... Thank you, you’re right
[bliss], that’s what I should do. It’s like some part
of a horrible consumerist cycle. |
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//I found an old email for him - the gmail one. I've emailed him
(yesterday) but with no result as yet.// - I did the same, yesterday
morning I think |
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I think I had a phone number for him. It's a bit curious if his account has gone phoof! [blissy] |
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He's not the first to depart and leave the halfbakery like a block of cheese of course. Meanwhile, is there an "I've decided to come back and restore everything" option? ie "undo destroy account". I sometimes wonder what happens if you accidentally click on that "destroy" button. It's positioned so close to other options, and my keyboard (being a fairly recent mac) is flawed like them all, so the cursor jumps around randomly and sometimes opens items when not pressed. ie it's entirely possible that in my particular case, my account could be inadvertently 'destroyed'. |
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There used to be a row of quacking ducks type warning. Phone
number is no longer valid. |
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Maybe herself, the soup dragon, knows more...... |
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All those blatantly idiotic predictions... |
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He's still active on Twitter - search for Ian K Tindale |
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Well then, if anyone here actually knows how to operate
Twitter, can they not go there and bring him back? Given
that he is not, after all, dead I think that "reasonable force" is
entirely justified. |
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Good luck with Twitter. Wondering who upset him after all the years
he's been here given he deleted his account once before. |
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Did he? It's close to being a habit. |
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Yes - that was the [Rods Tiger] account |
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Ah. Well, then, I suppose there is a chance he will return. |
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It's at somewhat solemn times such as this, where we
come together to think about a colleague who has
left the Halfbakery, that I like to recall the words of
the great poet and philosopher [calum]: "...the
halfbakery is like the internet's secret, clumsily
partitioned, sex shop back room, except that through
the glory holes are thrust ideas to suck, rather than
cocks". |
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Oh my, I don't remember that famous quote. Ha. |
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Interestingly, on Ian K Tindale's twitter feed, he wrote on
the 7th of October: "A way to achieve true sense of relief. |
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Websites you’re member of for years. Members gathered
because they’ve met like minds, shared interests, especially
those of an engineer mindset. |
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You realise they’re now toxic, full of criticism,
unproductive – simply delete your account." |
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Well, there ya go. Mystery solved. I can't help wondering
what made him think we were previously productive. |
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//they’re now toxic, full of criticism,
unproductive// Well if your objective is to be a
productive, critical toxin, then that’s quite a
compliment. |
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// I can't help wondering what made him think we were previously productive.// |
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Ah the good old days. You hadn't arrived yet. We were going to convert the world to halfbakumbaya on a wave of zenlightenment... and then it just sort of fizzled. |
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Back when we had standards. We didn’t let just
anyone in back then, you know. They had to meet
a certain level of unqualified. |
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Yes I remember it fondly. My unqualifications were immaculate back then. Oh the fun we had. Hardly any rules and taglines for all. <heavy sigh> |
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Funny, the "unproductive" bit is the only bit I disagree with. |
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Toxic like Flint, Michigan toxic? Like rat poison toxic? Like
really toxic. Hmmm. I'm not feeling it. I don't like it when
everyone thinks the same or gives out kudos to people for
their endevours that they're not really qualified to
comment on. I comment on things that I'm knowledgable
about, or feel passionately about. (hence the reason I go
days without commenting. Sometimes weeks even.) |
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I'm sorry he didn't feel the love I felt for him, and the
admiration. Leaving here and deleting doesn't negate that,
it just makes it a thing in the past, instead of the present,
where I chose to exist. |
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The unproductive part...He had to have been sloshed to
think we would take that as an insult. That's in fact part of
our creed. |
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I can't say this place seems very different than it did
when I was first here. I have to confess that I
occasionally feel the urge to <like> annotations but
that goes away after I have a bit of a lie down. |
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as much as I like him, he's an over thinker. it may be useful but who
to? under thinking is underestimated. |
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Never thought about it that way. |
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Much the same as if a jobs worth doing ... it's often worth
doing badly. |
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Rather than faffing around getting it perfect &
never finishing, or finishing after it needed doing. |
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Underthinking, overthinking it's all the same caboodle. Something has to be moved out of the way to see something else. |
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Fair weather friend is more apt. We all have to to face criticism. The kids tend to throw out their toys and sometimes losing the best part of themselves. |
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Then again, if someone has to lose the the bakery to be a better, advanced world citizen, I wish them all the luck I can muster. The world turns, so the glow will eventually stimulate the bakery. |
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What a beautiful bit of writing there you stuck on the end,
[wjt]. I'm standing and applauding. Yay. Good job, now carry
on. |
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//Underthinking, overthinking it's all the
same caboodle.// |
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I was dissapointed, I though that was going to be a
poem, like: |
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"Underthinking, overthinking it's all the same
caboodle. No matter what the issue is, don't over-
tax your noodle..." or something like that. |
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Nice ending though. Can you go back and make it
rhymey? |
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I don't think the thinking we do here can be rated as under or
over. It's more sort of alongside, maybe at an 89° angle. |
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Also, while we're on the subject, whatever happened to
[NotationToby]? |
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I often wonder whatever happened to me. |
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Your efforts to become me failed and now you're
stuck being yourself. |
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Its very much different than from when I first started. Much more
active then, and fewer actors simply playing a role they typecast
themselves into. People felt safe enough to let their guard down
and form an actual yahoo group. Now it all feels quite stale. Not
toxic, but stale. When someone posted a parody a few years ago of
this place that quite well mirrored what went on to within a tolerable
chromatic aberration, the handwriting on the wall seemed pretty
legible. |
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I think this is actually the third time that Mr Tindale has peaced-out. He was Ian Tindale before he was Rods Tiger before he was Ian Tindale again, if memory serves. He is obviously still alive & well, judging by other comments, which is a good thing.
//fewer actors simply playing a role they typecast themselves into//
Aha! Time for some thematically appropriate Bill Shakespeare!
"All the world's a stage,
And all the men and women merely players;
They have their exits and their entrances..."
W Shakespeare, As You Like It. |
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Macbeth Act V Sc. 5 seems more apposite: |
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"Life's but a walking shadow, a poor player.
That struts and frets his hour upon the stage.
And then is heard no more: it is a tale.
Told by an idiot, full of sound and fury,
Signifying nothing." |
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That's the crappiest limerick I've seen in a while. |
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Some of the ones he wrote on the walls of the Globe Theatre's staff toilet were hilarious, but rather coarse even by Tudor standards ... like the one about the Young Lady from Stratford ... |
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//Exit pursued by a bear// I prefer "Exit, in pursuit of a beer" |
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Would you like to clarify what rhymes with "Stratford"? |
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Sorry, modesty forbids ... |
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// "Exit, in pursuit of a beer" // |
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So, would that be a case of "Ale and fairwell" ? |
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I think I prefer my choice of quotes, 8th. Yours is terribly depressing. Well, it's Hamlet, so what do you expect. Whilst mine, I feel, is much more upbeat & embracing of change.
If the truth be told It's probably indicative of our personalities. One of us is a positive, forward-looking, lover of life with many friends who gets out of the house at least once a year whilst the other is just a miserable old git, with no friends, who lives at home in the dark & cold, huddled over a two bar electric heater that smells annoyingly of cats*. I leave it to others to judge which of us is which. :D
Close 4and20...
There was a young lady from Stratford
Whose knowledge was terribly backward
She got into trouble
After waxing her stubble
And now she's a mother in Catford.
* You really should get MB to replace it. You've worked on his garden now for nearly 80 years. You'd think he could upgrade the facilities in the gardening shed occasionally. |
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we're getting closer and closer to 2020. What, no blatantly
idiotic predictions? |
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I believe 2020 is never going to happen. It is a version of the technological singularity, except it will be caused entirely by Brexit. The arguments and lack of agreement on anything sensible will happen over shorter and shorter time-frames. Laws will simultaneously be passed in the Westminster and Brussels parliaments, granting an extension to December 2019. The first extension will be like a leap-second, but there will be more and longer extensions which will eventually be formalised in an exponential calendrical system. Generations to come will wonder why their calendar shows the date as the 878,359th of December, 2019. |
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// 2020 is never going to happen. // |
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You are entirely correct. When Ian Tindale ceased to exist, time stopped. What you're experiencing (or think your're experiencing) now are just shadows, "echoes" of causality produced by dark energy leaking through from a congruent pseudoreality. It's our sophisticated spatio-temporal shielding, an essential component of our Warp drive, that allows us to observe all this from our engineered warp-field "bubble", independant of your perception. |
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Or then again you might just be imagining it. |
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One generation passes away, and another generation comes;
The sun also rises, and the sun goes down,
And hastens to the place where it arose.
The wind goes toward the south,
And turns around to the north;
The wind whirls about continually,
And comes again on its circuit. |
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That which has been is what will be,
That which is done is what will be done,
And there is nothing new under the sun.
Is there anything of which it may be said,
“See, this is new”?
It has already been in ancient times before us. |
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// the sun goes down, And hastens to the place where it arose.// |
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Yes, but sooner or later the giant scarab beetle that pushes it is going to want to knock off for a fag and a mug of char, and then you'll be up the creek ... |
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Is the HB permitted to salvage famous bits from deletions
gone by, like as a memorial? It seems a shame to not have
two cups of coffee when we show up here, for three is way
too many and one not nearly enough. |
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