need sorting and searching algorithm - help plz, urgent!
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I'm having a hard time deciding what troubles me most: that you know the scent of another man's wife, that you know the scent of some poor woman's husband, or that you know the scent of a dead rancid pole cat... ;)
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Yusuf May I help you?
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Mark the toes of the socks with a certain color of magic marker. Or buy everybody different brands. And buy yourself black/brown dress socks. Have your wife wear girly shirts, you wear button-up shirts, have your older son wear whatever t-shirts, and have your younger son wear nothing but Power Ranger themed clothing. Don't wear any underwear; if you can get the others to agree to that, then you're all set. :)
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Just can't figure it out. How am I supposed to know which socks are my wife's, my young son's, my daughter's, my older son's. Sheesh! Everytime I take them off the line and throw them in the basket, my bride of 32 years complains that I need to keep them in pairs, sort them by owner, and so on. Now that boys wear those low-cut socks, I don't have a clue what belongs to who. And don't get me started with folding T-shirts, putting in the correct piles, colors, sizes, AAARRRRRGGGGHHHHHHH!!!!!! And, whoever heard of folding underwear. I just throw mine in the drawer. Fold underwear! Give me a break. I've got to move to a new place - something on the fifth floor or higher. Jumping out of a ground floor window just isn't effective.
You think that is bad, Ms wife is away on long vacation to her parents house. Right now I have the liberty of doing it *my way*. Once she is back, I will get a pair of those tin foil hats.... :doh:
Yusuf May I help you?
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You think that is bad, Ms wife is away on long vacation to her parents house. Right now I have the liberty of doing it *my way*. Once she is back, I will get a pair of those tin foil hats.... :doh:
Yusuf May I help you?
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Rajesh R Subramanian wrote:
Nish and his badly made omelet
You mean "his perfectly made omelet" :)
In the terms of a man, yes. :)
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I'm having a hard time deciding what troubles me most: that you know the scent of another man's wife, that you know the scent of some poor woman's husband, or that you know the scent of a dead rancid pole cat... ;)
tolw wrote:
dead rancid pole cat
Anyone who lived in the country knows that one... I'd rule that one out by default.... I'm just an old small-town country hick kid who happened to earn the money for a 'puter in high-school.... I earned it: seeding fields, shoveling ... natural fertilizer, bailing hay, sacking groceries, redrawing architectural drawings of schools, forging senior Id's, selling artwork, and science fair earnings (about $1500 worth over 5 years). :) okay, I'm a little more than a country hick kid. ;P
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Ah, so you did it properly then. You made an attempt and messed it up so as to avoid future requests to do it because you would just make it worse. Nicely done :-D
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Doctor Nick wrote:
Ah, so you did it properly then. You made an attempt and messed it up so as to avoid future requests to do it because you would just make it worse. Nicely done
I must be doing something wrong, though rarely asked, when I am asked (using the L word), I help, mess it up, and get questioned why I haven't learned it yet.... Help Need Codez Plz!!!
_________________________ John Andrew Holmes "It is well to remember that the entire universe, with one trifling exception, is composed of others." Shhhhh.... I am not really here. I am a figment of your imagination.... I am still in my cave so this must be an illusion....
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Abu Mami wrote:
Must be from the new stealth alloys.
nanotubes with active camouflage, the image adapts automatically to the environment from the other side... not really the metal shirts you might think of... but it is powered by heavy metals.... ;P
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Your design has failed to consider a design 'Evolution point' - the younger son will grow out of Power ranger themed clothing some day. :)
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Abhinav S wrote:
the younger son will grow out of Power ranger themed clothing some day
After which older son will move out and younger son will take on wardrobe previously adopted by older son. :)
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Folding? There's an app for that. Ask Elaine, she is bound to know all about it. :)
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I've heard that people fold at home.
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I've heard that people fold at home.
Panic, Chaos, Destruction. My work here is done. or "Drink. Get drunk. Fall over." - P O'H
yep, it is a handicraft everyone could do in his spare time. :)
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Abhinav S wrote:
the younger son will grow out of Power ranger themed clothing some day
After which older son will move out and younger son will take on wardrobe previously adopted by older son. :)
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Just can't figure it out. How am I supposed to know which socks are my wife's, my young son's, my daughter's, my older son's. Sheesh! Everytime I take them off the line and throw them in the basket, my bride of 32 years complains that I need to keep them in pairs, sort them by owner, and so on. Now that boys wear those low-cut socks, I don't have a clue what belongs to who. And don't get me started with folding T-shirts, putting in the correct piles, colors, sizes, AAARRRRRGGGGHHHHHHH!!!!!! And, whoever heard of folding underwear. I just throw mine in the drawer. Fold underwear! Give me a break. I've got to move to a new place - something on the fifth floor or higher. Jumping out of a ground floor window just isn't effective.
I feel your pain. As a programmer, however, I can't answer your question. Instead, I am obliged to point out that you're trying to solve the wrong problem. Suggestions: 1) Buy lots of pairs of generic black socks that will suit everyone. 2) Buy yourself distinctive socks, and let everyone else fight it out between themselves. 3) Get everyone to stop wearing socks. Bin all existing socks. 4) Clip socks together when you take them off, and leave them clipped in the wash. That's how many blind sock-sorters achieve good results. 5) Buy everyone distinctive socks. Eg. you = purple, younger son = pink etc. 6) Ask wife to demonstrate how to sort socks - either learn from her, or (better still) keep asking for repeat demos. 7) Do each person's laundary separately. 8) Learn to make pie - sounds like much less difficult. 9) Send me pie. It won't solve the sock problem, but I do like cherry pie. Mmm... pie.
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You help with the laundry? :~
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I help quite regularly now casue the soon-to-be wife goes on strike every now and then. In fairness, she was made redundant last year and is taking any work on offer at the minute. This means that sometimes she's working 3 jobs at once and ends up working late into the evening.
Pete
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I've heard that people fold at home.
Panic, Chaos, Destruction. My work here is done. or "Drink. Get drunk. Fall over." - P O'H
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Just can't figure it out. How am I supposed to know which socks are my wife's, my young son's, my daughter's, my older son's. Sheesh! Everytime I take them off the line and throw them in the basket, my bride of 32 years complains that I need to keep them in pairs, sort them by owner, and so on. Now that boys wear those low-cut socks, I don't have a clue what belongs to who. And don't get me started with folding T-shirts, putting in the correct piles, colors, sizes, AAARRRRRGGGGHHHHHHH!!!!!! And, whoever heard of folding underwear. I just throw mine in the drawer. Fold underwear! Give me a break. I've got to move to a new place - something on the fifth floor or higher. Jumping out of a ground floor window just isn't effective.
I think that the typical answer in that case (programming question in the lounge) would apply... Put the flamesuit and let the fire take care of all the clothes... No clothes = no problem... :rolleyes:
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Just can't figure it out. How am I supposed to know which socks are my wife's, my young son's, my daughter's, my older son's. Sheesh! Everytime I take them off the line and throw them in the basket, my bride of 32 years complains that I need to keep them in pairs, sort them by owner, and so on. Now that boys wear those low-cut socks, I don't have a clue what belongs to who. And don't get me started with folding T-shirts, putting in the correct piles, colors, sizes, AAARRRRRGGGGHHHHHHH!!!!!! And, whoever heard of folding underwear. I just throw mine in the drawer. Fold underwear! Give me a break. I've got to move to a new place - something on the fifth floor or higher. Jumping out of a ground floor window just isn't effective.
Choose the reply that best fits you. The first one probably does not apply since you have already admitted you help with the laundry :) Sexist Reply: Laundry is Women's work. Why are you sorting or folding anything? Separatist Reply: Everyone Does their own laundry. Even the baby! Post IPO/Bonus Reply: You wear cloths more than once? Throw the dirty laundry out and buy new cloths. The Slacker Reply: Is it really necessary to wash cloths? The Whiped Reply: Do whatever she wants and ask her if she would like her feet rubbed. Dissident Reply: Do shirts really need to be straight and do socks really need to match?
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Just can't figure it out. How am I supposed to know which socks are my wife's, my young son's, my daughter's, my older son's. Sheesh! Everytime I take them off the line and throw them in the basket, my bride of 32 years complains that I need to keep them in pairs, sort them by owner, and so on. Now that boys wear those low-cut socks, I don't have a clue what belongs to who. And don't get me started with folding T-shirts, putting in the correct piles, colors, sizes, AAARRRRRGGGGHHHHHHH!!!!!! And, whoever heard of folding underwear. I just throw mine in the drawer. Fold underwear! Give me a break. I've got to move to a new place - something on the fifth floor or higher. Jumping out of a ground floor window just isn't effective.
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Just can't figure it out. How am I supposed to know which socks are my wife's, my young son's, my daughter's, my older son's. Sheesh! Everytime I take them off the line and throw them in the basket, my bride of 32 years complains that I need to keep them in pairs, sort them by owner, and so on. Now that boys wear those low-cut socks, I don't have a clue what belongs to who. And don't get me started with folding T-shirts, putting in the correct piles, colors, sizes, AAARRRRRGGGGHHHHHHH!!!!!! And, whoever heard of folding underwear. I just throw mine in the drawer. Fold underwear! Give me a break. I've got to move to a new place - something on the fifth floor or higher. Jumping out of a ground floor window just isn't effective.
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Just can't figure it out. How am I supposed to know which socks are my wife's, my young son's, my daughter's, my older son's. Sheesh! Everytime I take them off the line and throw them in the basket, my bride of 32 years complains that I need to keep them in pairs, sort them by owner, and so on. Now that boys wear those low-cut socks, I don't have a clue what belongs to who. And don't get me started with folding T-shirts, putting in the correct piles, colors, sizes, AAARRRRRGGGGHHHHHHH!!!!!! And, whoever heard of folding underwear. I just throw mine in the drawer. Fold underwear! Give me a break. I've got to move to a new place - something on the fifth floor or higher. Jumping out of a ground floor window just isn't effective.
You are missing the obvious! You must REALLY demonstrate total incompentence. You have to say "I did sort them by owner!". She will fire you and you can get on with screwing up the next job that you don't want to do! Simple! :)