MHB What is the formula for the volume of a thick crust pizza?

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The discussion features a blend of mathematical humor and playful anecdotes involving mathematicians, physicists, and engineers. It begins with a pun about a mathematical tree lacking real roots, followed by a formula for the volume of a thick crust pizza. Various jokes illustrate the different perspectives of a mathematician, physicist, and engineer on common scenarios, such as interpreting observations or solving problems. Notable examples include their reactions to a situation involving people entering and leaving a house, and their approaches to determining prime numbers. The humor extends to absurd mathematical proofs and playful logic puzzles, showcasing the quirks of each discipline. The conversation also touches on the nature of jokes and puns related to mathematics, reinforcing the lighthearted tone throughout.
  • #201
Wilmer said:
James F. Grant's funeral service is being held in a church situated on top of the steep hill.
Wilmer said:
James answers
Hmm.

Wilmer said:
Examples of proper words by distinguished Reverends at funeral services are "he was a pillar of the community"
This reminds me of The Simpsons episode "The Italian Bob" (season 17, episode 8). Marge says, "It's obvious why (Sideshow) Bob is a vaunted pillar of your community", and Lisa, who had managed to have some wine and is a bit tipsy, says, "Yeah, but he's a wanted killer in our community!"
 
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  • #202
Is "Hmm" a question?
 
  • #203
I heard the variant of this joke where a haunted casket started chasing a woman in the street, who managed to reach her home, ran into the bathroom and through the first thing she could grab—a bottle of cough syrup, which caused the coffin to stop. But at least it was clear from the beginning that that joke was about things that aren't real. Here the joke develops as a real story until the very end.
 
  • #204
I first heard it as a quite short joke...
wrote the story "expanding" it!
 
  • #205
This one is similar:
YELLOW FINGERS
==============
Explanatory pause; you're wrong: this investigative document has nothing
to do with the sensuous golden yellow decorating the two fingers you hold
your smoke with. Heck no. The subject matter mainly consists of kings,
pages, a slick thief...also Ma Bell.

Cautionary pause: this is meant to be read by the strong-willed. If you
feel ready to proceed, I suggest you take a deep breath. You'll sure need
it to get through the first paragraph: some 130 words with no periods...
all one sentence. For your benefit, I broke a couple of grammatical rules
and used little minus signs to make it less wieldy...but then I never said
I had high marks in English Literature. Here we go...

I hate stories that start off with "once upon a time", so: at one point during
an era, many-many-many years ago,
-back then when Vincent Price and Bela Lugosi frenchteethed long white necks
while church bells played the funeral waltz and screaming bats swooped in
and out,
-back then when light sprites took delight creating fright in the night...
sneaking up behind you (if you were walking back home after midnight) and
shouting "BOO-BAH-BOO-BAH-BOOOOOO!",
-back then when thick yellowish smoke curled up from the graveyard grounds
while coffins surfaced, lids creaked open and corpses sprang up while
gravediggers shivered,
-yes, way back then lived a rich ugly mean-mean-mean king (with a face like
a wanted poster and wearing huge diamond rings worth enough to pay off
Canada's national debt) in some huge castle on top of some hill some quarter
mile off some foggy sea shore. Phew...

Hats off to you if you're still with me: you're sure tenacious. Time to take
a breather: do a Super Bowl half-time. I'll wait for you.

Welcome back. Well, just how mean was this king? Very, very mean. Meaner than
Jake the Snake and The Undertaker combined. Today's top meanologists, after
studying parchments at The Mean Hall of Fame in Transylvania, all agree that
if this king lived today, he would be a shoe-in as a Blue Line taxi driver.

This king employed a few pages: you know, them servants dressed in black tights,
leafy boots and candy-striped half-jackets with high fuzzy collars up to the ears.
He had them poor pages living in cheap huts, all along the edge of that foggy
sea shore.

In order to hide them cheap huts from the castle, this mean king arranged for
tall pine trees to be planted in a straight line, some hundred yards from them
cheap huts. Them pine trees made for a beautiful sight when viewed at sunset:
the fog off the sea would envelop them trees, then turn kinda yellowish due to
the sunset. This made them pine trees look like "yellow fingers" waving in the
sea breeze: like, WOW!

This king was a real meany. His rules were that the poor pages had to stay behind
them pine trees all day until midnight, at which time they had to cross over to
the castle, perform their duties, and return to their huts by 4 am, scared out
of their wits, midnight to 4 am being the busiest ghostly goings-on...easily as
scary as taking the Queensway off the Pinecrest ramp around 5 pm.

This story would end here (and you'd all wonder why I wrote it) were it not for
a slick thief (you know, one of them with shifty eyes, sneaking around furtively
on tip-toes, a bit like a car salesman) who all along had been casing the castle.
One evening, he made his move: armed with a double-barrel-sling-shot (his own
invention using his wife's bra), he surprised the king around 9 pm with a loud
"gimme all your gold".

The king (who probably was a western movie nut) answered "you'll never get away
with this", then began yelling to his pages for help. To no avail, as he had
forbidden them to cross before midnight...as our slick thief well knew. Well,
our slick thief got the gold, after sling-shooting the king with two size 42D
sling-shot stones. The king was killed instantly.

The next king was a nice, kind king. He had the pages' huts all fixed up: windows
with shutters, aluminum siding, individual mail boxes. Plus he got them all
Designer tights from Eatonius' department store. Also removed all restrictions,
allowing them to run around all over the grounds. He told them "you guys be
ready when called upon, hear", and for this purpose equipped them all with
Westpagius beepers and increased their salaries with special "on call" pay.

Well, in order to get to the punch line of this story, I have to bring in our
slick thief once more.

He had way too much dandelion wine last night, plus lost all his gold in a heavy
poker game of kings-and-little-ones. He woke up to his wife's mouth: she'd gone
through his pockets and was yelling at him for losing all their money. His head
felt as if Mike Tyson was using it as a punching bag, and his stomach as if an
olympic diving team was inside it doing two and a half forward somersaults with
a full twist.

His wife kept nagging him, with wifely specials like "you promised to take me
shopping today" and "I should have listened to my mother and never married you",
all the while banging pots and pans on the iron stove (OUTCH!). Well, what else
could our suffering slick thief do. Assuming all kings were alike, he did no
further casing of the castle and that night pulls the same stunt on our new king,
who was sitting outside in his swing-chair enjoying the "yellow fingers" scenery.

Well, our new king simply pressed the Westpagius alarm button: pages swarmed in
from behind pine trees. Our slick thief was quickly disarmed, our new king saved.
I hate stories that end up with "and lived happily forever after", so our new
king lived a contended life until he died of old age.

Stories-of-old usually end up with a lesson or a moral; and this one is no
different:
LET YOUR PAGES DO THE WALKING THROUGH THE YELLOW FINGERS !
 
  • #206
vBulleting has a feature where you can "like" someone's post. Is there an option to "dislike" a post?

C'mon Wilmer. If you are going to write a book at least give us a better punchline!

-Dan
 
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  • #209
Wilmer said:
Dan, you saying you're not familiar with this popular commercial by Bell Telephone:

LET YOUR FINGERS DO THE WALKING THROUGH THE YELLOW PAGES ?

The Yellow Pages ?Walking Fingers”: The Most Famous Symbol Never Trademarked | Yellow Pages United Blog
Of course I remember it. I didn't say you didn't have a punch line, I just wanted a better one for my efforts.

However if you are looking for obscure, let's see if you can get this one:

What would it mean if Darth Vader got a spaceship of his own? DV gets around! (Bigsmile)

-Dan
 
  • #210
Gerald Fitzpatrick and Patrick Fitzgerald

Ben Doon and Phil McCracken

...and what do those represent?
 
  • #211
Wilmer said:
Gerald Fitzpatrick and Patrick Fitzgerald

Ben Doon and Phil McCracken

...and what do those represent?
If you had mis-spelled "Doom" we could have the "doomed" wreck of the Edmund Fitzgerald being caused by the terrifying McDonalds monster: the McCracken.

(Sun)
 
  • #212
Yesterday I was tutoring a 6th grader when we discussed a question involving the perimeter of a circle. He forgot the formula, then I told him that it was π times d. He asked back, "Is d diagonal?". I corrected him that d stood for diameter, but then remembered that diagonal was the distance of two non-adjacent vertex in a figure, so technically that kid was right.
 
  • #213
I would say that the distance between opposite vertices in a rectangle is the diameter. This terminology is used in graph theory.

Professor: What is a root of $f(z)$ of multiplicity $k$?
Student: It is a number $a$ such that if you plug it into $f$, you get 0; if you plug it in again, you again get 0, and so $k$ times. But if you plug it into $f$ for the $k+1$-st time, you do not get 0.

Remark: That's why imperative programming is harmful and students must be taught functional programming, where functions don't have side effects.

The Pigeonhole Principle: If there are $n$ pigeons and $n+1$ holes, then at least one pigeon must have at least two holes in it.

Every square (and rectangular) number is divisible by 11. Indeed, consider a computer or calculator numpad. Type a four-digit number so that buttons form a rectangle, such as 1254, 3179, 2893, 8569, 2871. Such number is divisible by 11.
 
  • #214
Evgeny.Makarov said:
The Pigeonhole Principle: If there are $n$ pigeons and $n+1$ holes, then at least one pigeon must have at least two holes in it.

Excellent!
 
  • #215
Evgeny.Makarov said:
Every square (and rectangular) number is divisible by 11. Indeed, consider a computer or calculator numpad. Type a four-digit number so that buttons form a rectangle, such as 1254, 3179, 2893, 8569, 2871. Such number is divisible by 11.

Such a number is a cyclic permutation of $\overline{abcd}$ where
$$a\ =\ a \\ b\ =\ a+k \\ c=a+k+l \\ d=a+l$$
where $a$ is the bottom-left digit and $k,l\in\mathbb Z^+$. Since $a+c=2a+k=b+c$, the number is divisible by $11$.

BTW … why is this in the Jokes thread? (Wondering)
 
  • #216
Olinguito said:
Such a number is a cyclic permutation of $\overline{abcd}$ where
$$a\ =\ a \\ b\ =\ a+k \\ c=a+k+l \\ d=a+l$$
where $a$ is the bottom-left digit and $k,l\in\mathbb Z^+$. Since $a+c=2a+k=b+c$, the number is divisible by $11$.

BTW … why is this in the Jokes thread? (Wondering)

It's a rectangular number because you write it out by making a rectangle on the number pad...

-Dan
 
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