Tuesday, July 25, 2006
Since so many of you have commented...
I've got sick of sending this privately, so here it is for all... this is an extract from the further partly serious-partly piss-taking discussion between Andy and I... this is for all of you who maintain it's not a split infinitive anyway, who maintain I should state what i do want instead of what I don't, and who quite clearly missed the point that i was winding Andy up...
I said to Andy...
To clarify...
On 7/20/06, Andrew Royle <Andrew.Royle@hiswork.com> wrote:
ok. understand. So they need not to ask it. got it.
From: Brandon Clarke
Sent: Thursday, July 20, 2006 2:33 PM
To: Andrew RoyleSubject: Re: A waste of time
Completely disagree.
If it said "not need to ask" that indicates that there is an absence of a need to ask.
What I meant here was, if I had said "not need to ask" or if they "need not have asked" that indicates, to me anyway, that they either could have asked, or, they could have not asked, but that there was no pressing need for them to have chosen to ask. "not need to ask" demonstrates that the asking was not needed, but despite that, you could still ask, because you can do things that are not needed...
That is not at all what I was trying to say. I was specifically trying to point out that this person had a need, and that need was to refrain from asking said question... hence, ""SURELY, if ANYONE in the world should need to NOT ask that question, it's my phone company" I wasn't trying to point out that they need not have asked, I was trying to point out that as a phone company they need to not ask it."
Not needing to ask, and needing to not-ask are two completely different things. As pointed out above, not needing to ask does not preclude asking anyway, however needing to not-ask does preclude asking entirely.
If someone I knew happened to be a complete anal grammarian, then perhaps they might propose that a suitable wording might have been
"SURELY, if ANYONE in the would needed to refrain from asking that question, it's my phone company?"
However, having said that without-prejudice, I still maintain that the verb "to not-ask" stands on it's own merits
I said to Andy...
To clarify...
On 7/20/06, Andrew Royle <Andrew.Royle@hiswork.com> wrote:
ok. understand. So they need not to ask it. got it.
From: Brandon Clarke
Sent: Thursday, July 20, 2006 2:33 PM
To: Andrew RoyleSubject: Re: A waste of time
Completely disagree.
If it said "not need to ask" that indicates that there is an absence of a need to ask.
What I meant here was, if I had said "not need to ask" or if they "need not have asked" that indicates, to me anyway, that they either could have asked, or, they could have not asked, but that there was no pressing need for them to have chosen to ask. "not need to ask" demonstrates that the asking was not needed, but despite that, you could still ask, because you can do things that are not needed...
That is not at all what I was trying to say. I was specifically trying to point out that this person had a need, and that need was to refrain from asking said question... hence, ""SURELY, if ANYONE in the world should need to NOT ask that question, it's my phone company" I wasn't trying to point out that they need not have asked, I was trying to point out that as a phone company they need to not ask it."
Not needing to ask, and needing to not-ask are two completely different things. As pointed out above, not needing to ask does not preclude asking anyway, however needing to not-ask does preclude asking entirely.
If someone I knew happened to be a complete anal grammarian, then perhaps they might propose that a suitable wording might have been
"SURELY, if ANYONE in the would needed to refrain from asking that question, it's my phone company?"
However, having said that without-prejudice, I still maintain that the verb "to not-ask" stands on it's own merits
Things that make you go hmmm... What the F@#%!?
What is it with the media? I _know_ that the average person is pretty damn thick. So one part of me says "yeah, okay, fair enough." but, but, but...
This morning I am watching Sky News and they covering the situation in southern Lebanon. It's not good. Not by any measure. It happened to be the time of day here in New Zealand when the Sky News feed is the 'Sky News - UK' one. There's wholesale destruction, and there's a lot of scared people. Pretty shocking stuff. Then they cross to northern Isreal where Hezbolah's rockets are landing intermittently. There's a village there where yesterday they evacuated all of the children by bus to places south of the rockets' range.
Apart from that fact that ALL of the reporters insist on pronouncing the city of Tyre in southern Lebanon the same way as those black round things on cars (due, presumably, to the same spelling) despite the fact that whenever any of the locals pronounce it in interviews they say "Tier" (and, well, wouldn't that tell you something?) ... apart from that, up to this point, the coverage had, I thought, been quite good.
But then they interviewed a father whose children were being evacuated that morning. The father they picked just happed to be the chemist who ran the only pharmacy in the village, so he could not leave with his children. That showed the heart rending separation of a family... fair enough. He also just happened to be orginally from Leeds in England.
*shaking my head* Why do the media do that!? SURELY this is a story about Israelis and Lebanese people dealing with a tragic massive upheaval in their admittedly already turbulent lives? Are we really that pathetic that we can only easily digest this if the media somehow delivers the view of it all to us through a person who "used to live in [insert the city in the country the target audience is from, e.g. Leeds]"? Surely in that village there were also 100% Israeli families being separated? Surely it's more apt to view the impact of the conflict on their lives?
I'm not trying to discount the impact of it all on the guy from Leeds' family at all. But why do the media always try to show us an event from it's impact on the New Zealanders in the city, or the Australians in the city when it's the Australian media etc.?
BC
This morning I am watching Sky News and they covering the situation in southern Lebanon. It's not good. Not by any measure. It happened to be the time of day here in New Zealand when the Sky News feed is the 'Sky News - UK' one. There's wholesale destruction, and there's a lot of scared people. Pretty shocking stuff. Then they cross to northern Isreal where Hezbolah's rockets are landing intermittently. There's a village there where yesterday they evacuated all of the children by bus to places south of the rockets' range.
Apart from that fact that ALL of the reporters insist on pronouncing the city of Tyre in southern Lebanon the same way as those black round things on cars (due, presumably, to the same spelling) despite the fact that whenever any of the locals pronounce it in interviews they say "Tier" (and, well, wouldn't that tell you something?) ... apart from that, up to this point, the coverage had, I thought, been quite good.
But then they interviewed a father whose children were being evacuated that morning. The father they picked just happed to be the chemist who ran the only pharmacy in the village, so he could not leave with his children. That showed the heart rending separation of a family... fair enough. He also just happened to be orginally from Leeds in England.
*shaking my head* Why do the media do that!? SURELY this is a story about Israelis and Lebanese people dealing with a tragic massive upheaval in their admittedly already turbulent lives? Are we really that pathetic that we can only easily digest this if the media somehow delivers the view of it all to us through a person who "used to live in [insert the city in the country the target audience is from, e.g. Leeds]"? Surely in that village there were also 100% Israeli families being separated? Surely it's more apt to view the impact of the conflict on their lives?
I'm not trying to discount the impact of it all on the guy from Leeds' family at all. But why do the media always try to show us an event from it's impact on the New Zealanders in the city, or the Australians in the city when it's the Australian media etc.?
BC
Thursday, July 20, 2006
Anal Grammarians and robust internal debates.
Andy has never met A-Couple-Of-Khans. I know they would get on famously though. Andy is, and this may come as somewhat of a shock to Brother Di in particular, indisputably the most anal grammarian I know. Those of you who know me well enough will appreciate that far from being a criticism of Andy, is, in fact, one of the things that endears him to me most of all. On one of my visits to London Andy loaned me Eats, Shoots and Leaves by Lynne Truss - truly a highlight of my reading history.
The Only Sarah of course will recall with equal measures of joy and dismay the wonderful neon sign that sadly no longer hangs on K' Road in Auckland that proudly proclaimed that this was the site of "Julie'ts".
Last week, whilst preparing for my jaunt to Wellington, emails were exchanged between myself and Andy as follows:
Andy wrote:
"hey
we are booked for dinner Saturday night, after all, so brunch Sunday and any-other-time-you-want-to-spend-hanging-out-with-us-at-home looks like the plan for the weekend."
(note we had previously discussed that one of the things Andy had scheduled for the weekend was to construct a garden shed, as they have a baby on the way. And, no, the baby is not going in the shed. The tools are going in the shed. They are currently in the spare room. Which is earmarked as the baby's room.)
So I replied:
"Sweet as.
Floriditas on Sunday morning looks like my definite preference. Saturday early afternoon might be a good plant to do-the-thing-with-lots-of-hyphens-in-it..."
And Andy retorted:
"cool. Sheds, surprisingly, will be hyphenated.
We have just had a robust internal email debate about infinitives, as to whether to-split-or-not-to-split."
And then I said:
"Sheds-will-be-hyphenated I take to mean that early Saturday afternoon will involve the Garden shed?
I am particualry partial to a plan that involves me wandering down the hill to buy scones (or-something-similar) and returning for quality cups-of-tea with appropriate accoutrement during a break-in-the-shed-activities.
Sound good?
BC
P.S. I take it the not-to-split faction prevailed in the aforementioned robust internal debate?"
...
No.
The verb which they need to do the doing of is the verb to "not ask".
Perhaps the linking faction would like this to be presented more accurately as to 'not-ask'?
BC
Hehehe.
Andy's most recent effort was:
"I''m not going to answer this now - I have some work to do. You will have to wait. But when you get it, you're going to feel it."
I am simply giddy with anticipation now...
Distressingly, as I have been constructing this post, I have noted that Andy is from the "Two-spaces-after-a-full-stop" faction. On Tuesday night Slimy Will and I were visiting A-Couple-Of-Khans at the attic for dinner, fine beverages and a couple of games of Mykerinos. During the evening's conversation Will and I were aghast to discover that Dan was an adherent to this mad convention as well! In fact, Dan revealled that he had once been a proponent of the 1 - 2 - 3 rule... one space after a comma, two after a full stop and THREE to start a paragraph!
*shaking my head in disbelief!*
The Only Sarah of course will recall with equal measures of joy and dismay the wonderful neon sign that sadly no longer hangs on K' Road in Auckland that proudly proclaimed that this was the site of "Julie'ts".
Last week, whilst preparing for my jaunt to Wellington, emails were exchanged between myself and Andy as follows:
Andy wrote:
"hey
we are booked for dinner Saturday night, after all, so brunch Sunday and any-other-time-you-want-to-spend-hanging-out-with-us-at-home looks like the plan for the weekend."
(note we had previously discussed that one of the things Andy had scheduled for the weekend was to construct a garden shed, as they have a baby on the way. And, no, the baby is not going in the shed. The tools are going in the shed. They are currently in the spare room. Which is earmarked as the baby's room.)
So I replied:
"Sweet as.
Floriditas on Sunday morning looks like my definite preference. Saturday early afternoon might be a good plant to do-the-thing-with-lots-of-hyphens-in-it..."
And Andy retorted:
"cool. Sheds, surprisingly, will be hyphenated.
We have just had a robust internal email debate about infinitives, as to whether to-split-or-not-to-split."
And then I said:
"Sheds-will-be-hyphenated I take to mean that early Saturday afternoon will involve the Garden shed?
I am particualry partial to a plan that involves me wandering down the hill to buy scones (or-something-similar) and returning for quality cups-of-tea with appropriate accoutrement during a break-in-the-shed-activities.
Sound good?
BC
P.S. I take it the not-to-split faction prevailed in the aforementioned robust internal debate?"
Andy, bless him, then replied:
"yes, ok, yes and it-was-a-dead-heat. But you can guess which side I was on."
Hehehehe. Joy. Pure Joy!
So, having read my recent post here about my dreaded encounter with Harry from Hong Kong, Andy passed the following comment:
"[A] small point <...> you split an infinitive (4th BC comment in conversation with Harry). And with no good reason IMHO. "
All of this, and in particular the ensuing discussion, is probably about as paletable as a plate of cold sick to most people, but it makes me exceptionally happy to have Andy as a friend...
Because I knew the reply would bring me exceptional pleasure, I simply replied with:
"Please explain?"
And Andy bit...
"bearing in mind that I am probably one of the more anal grammarians you know, perhaps read this first...
http://en.wikipedia.org/wiki/Split_infinitive
In particular, noting the following excellent comment "Most experts on language from the last 100 years, however, agree that this rule was misguided, and indeed that the split infinitive construction can sometimes help to convey one's intended meaning more accurately (as in the case of "to boldly go")."
Following this exciting research, perhaps consider whether you wish to amend "SURELY, if ANYONE in the world should need to NOT ask that question, it's my phone company" to "SURELY, if ANYONE in the world should NOT need to ask that question, it's my phone company"
AWR"
...
Completely disagree.
If it said "not need to ask" that indicates that there is an absence of a need to ask.
That is not at all what I was trying to say.
I was specifically trying to point out that this person had a need, and that need was to refrain from asking said question.
hence, ""SURELY, if ANYONE in the world should need to NOT ask that question, it's my phone company"
...
"ok. understand. So they need not to ask it. got it."...
No.
The verb which they need to do the doing of is the verb to "not ask".
Perhaps the linking faction would like this to be presented more accurately as to 'not-ask'?
BC
Hehehe.
Andy's most recent effort was:
"I''m not going to answer this now - I have some work to do. You will have to wait. But when you get it, you're going to feel it."
I am simply giddy with anticipation now...
Distressingly, as I have been constructing this post, I have noted that Andy is from the "Two-spaces-after-a-full-stop" faction. On Tuesday night Slimy Will and I were visiting A-Couple-Of-Khans at the attic for dinner, fine beverages and a couple of games of Mykerinos. During the evening's conversation Will and I were aghast to discover that Dan was an adherent to this mad convention as well! In fact, Dan revealled that he had once been a proponent of the 1 - 2 - 3 rule... one space after a comma, two after a full stop and THREE to start a paragraph!
*shaking my head in disbelief!*
Floriditas: Cafe Perfection!
I flew to Wellington for the weekend to catch up with some friends. During the winter it's not unusual to wake up in Kingsland at least partially submerged in a sea of fog. Seasoned Kingslanders tend not to panic though... by the time you get to the top of the hill you've emerged into a fine winter's day.
Well, usually. Friday morning involved getting to the top of the hill and still being firmly 'in amongst it all'. In fact, the New Market viaduct, and the entire motorway through to tip top corner was also deeply submerged in eerie grey goo.
"Gonna play havoc with flight times" I thought to myself...
and I was right... my flight was delayed nearly an hour on the back of late arriving flight crews still scrambling to resurrect the day's schedule after the chaos of the fog disrupted morning.
So I finally arrived at the corner of Dixon and Cuba sometime after 11pm. Mark met me there. It's one of the truly great things about having good friends that when you see them again after sometime there's no adjustment needed. Mark and slipped right into walking along next to each other in much the same way we would have if I was one of his co-workers and we'd only last seen each other a matter of hours before. The same thought filled my thoughts last night when I had dinner with Rik & Kim and Dave Cooper came over for a Laphroig with us... I hadn’t seen them for a couple of years but it was just good fun relaxing at catching up with them.
A few drinks at Mark's place and then bed rounded out the week. Saturday morning was a treat. Mmmmmm. Breakfast at Floriditas... my vote for the best breakfast cafe in New Zealand. Their cheese and rocket scones are a culinary delight, and they simply serve the best cup of tea of any cafe I have been to in New Zealand. Each teacup is a joy to behold... fine china with gold leaf handles and rims, matching saucers. How delightful.
Their cheese and rocket scones might be fantastic, and the cups of tea even better. However, surely the highlight of the Floridita's experience is their 5 grains bread. I like it with the vine ripened tomatoes and cracked pepper but you can get it with fruit preserves, avocado or just on it's own. You can buy loaves of it to take home and enjoy too and sweet Jesus, Mary-mother-of-god, and the twelve apostles lined up side by side it is magnificent!
Saturday afternoon I trundled up to Kelburn to visit Andy and Sam (and Millie too... she's such a babe) armed with said cheese and rocket scones. After a we trip to Placemakers with Andy for supplementary supplies wee set about beginning to build his kitset shed. .....despite the warning in the instructions which warned against erecting it in high winds. I did comment that one wondered therefore why they were permitted to sell them in the first place in Wellington... Andy and Sam are approaching full Wellingtonian status because that one actually got a nibble...
When the light faded (and Andy's hands were starting to freeze solid) we ceased work with the door 100% complete and the front wall very near to it.
That night was Blair's birthday dinner at the Lone Star. Tremendous evening with Dodgy Scottish Girl starting things off in the right direction by ordering a Chocolate Silk cocktail... which is best described as ice-cream and chocolate, blended, mixed with alcohol and served in a cocktail glass as a sort of liquid alco-desert. Quite yummo though.
Dinner was a hoot. Sophie our drinks waitress and Mike the food waiter were top class. Lots of hilarity and banter all round. The menu stated:
Holy Moley Quacamole! <...> with fresh corn chips (when in season) <...>
I never realised that corn chips had a season. Mike assured me they do. So there you go.
Sunday followed with another breakfast at Floriditas, and then second breakfast at Cafe L'Affare.
Good times. Good food. Good friends. All good.
BC
Well, usually. Friday morning involved getting to the top of the hill and still being firmly 'in amongst it all'. In fact, the New Market viaduct, and the entire motorway through to tip top corner was also deeply submerged in eerie grey goo.
"Gonna play havoc with flight times" I thought to myself...
and I was right... my flight was delayed nearly an hour on the back of late arriving flight crews still scrambling to resurrect the day's schedule after the chaos of the fog disrupted morning.
So I finally arrived at the corner of Dixon and Cuba sometime after 11pm. Mark met me there. It's one of the truly great things about having good friends that when you see them again after sometime there's no adjustment needed. Mark and slipped right into walking along next to each other in much the same way we would have if I was one of his co-workers and we'd only last seen each other a matter of hours before. The same thought filled my thoughts last night when I had dinner with Rik & Kim and Dave Cooper came over for a Laphroig with us... I hadn’t seen them for a couple of years but it was just good fun relaxing at catching up with them.
A few drinks at Mark's place and then bed rounded out the week. Saturday morning was a treat. Mmmmmm. Breakfast at Floriditas... my vote for the best breakfast cafe in New Zealand. Their cheese and rocket scones are a culinary delight, and they simply serve the best cup of tea of any cafe I have been to in New Zealand. Each teacup is a joy to behold... fine china with gold leaf handles and rims, matching saucers. How delightful.
Their cheese and rocket scones might be fantastic, and the cups of tea even better. However, surely the highlight of the Floridita's experience is their 5 grains bread. I like it with the vine ripened tomatoes and cracked pepper but you can get it with fruit preserves, avocado or just on it's own. You can buy loaves of it to take home and enjoy too and sweet Jesus, Mary-mother-of-god, and the twelve apostles lined up side by side it is magnificent!
Saturday afternoon I trundled up to Kelburn to visit Andy and Sam (and Millie too... she's such a babe) armed with said cheese and rocket scones. After a we trip to Placemakers with Andy for supplementary supplies wee set about beginning to build his kitset shed. .....despite the warning in the instructions which warned against erecting it in high winds. I did comment that one wondered therefore why they were permitted to sell them in the first place in Wellington... Andy and Sam are approaching full Wellingtonian status because that one actually got a nibble...
When the light faded (and Andy's hands were starting to freeze solid) we ceased work with the door 100% complete and the front wall very near to it.
That night was Blair's birthday dinner at the Lone Star. Tremendous evening with Dodgy Scottish Girl starting things off in the right direction by ordering a Chocolate Silk cocktail... which is best described as ice-cream and chocolate, blended, mixed with alcohol and served in a cocktail glass as a sort of liquid alco-desert. Quite yummo though.
Dinner was a hoot. Sophie our drinks waitress and Mike the food waiter were top class. Lots of hilarity and banter all round. The menu stated:
Holy Moley Quacamole! <...> with fresh corn chips (when in season) <...>
I never realised that corn chips had a season. Mike assured me they do. So there you go.
Sunday followed with another breakfast at Floriditas, and then second breakfast at Cafe L'Affare.
Good times. Good food. Good friends. All good.
BC
Pilot Fish to user... come in user...
I'm, apparently, gonna be published in next Monday's 'Shark Tank' column in Computerworld (scroll to the bottom of the front page on Monday to see the Shark Tank column). It's a weekly highlights reel of encounters with DFU's...
I've actually had a week of classic DFU encounters... firstly, last week, I was at work and I rang home to see if Jens was still home. The phone gave a disconnected signal. So I rang Ihug (my ISP). Their main number was also giving a disconnected signal... which was odd. So, briefly, I considered the possibility that Ihug had had a central core meltdown of some sort - so I checked their website... which was still up. I then rung one of their alternate numbers, which rung. That was reassuring...
After navigating my way through their automated "Press 1 to be screwed around by this department, press 2 to be screwed around by that department... etc" answer 'service' I got to speak to Harry from Hong Kong. The conversation went like this:
BC: My phone is not working.
HFHK: Ummmm... it must be. You just called me.
BC: <...pause...> Yes,... but I am ringing you from work, not from home.
HFHK: Then how do you know you home phone is not working?
BC: <...another, more pointed, pause...> Because Harry, I just rung my home phone from my work phone, and it gave a disconnected signal.
HFHK: Ok. What is your home phone number Brandon?
BC: <...another, significantly longer pointed pause, during which I actually moved the phone away from my ear and creased my brow looking at it in disbelief. SURELY, if ANYONE in the world should need to NOT ask that question, it's my phone company...> Why do you want to know my home phone number?
HFHK: Because you are an Ihug/Wired Country customer and your phone and Internet use the same dish-to-the-sky-tower link. I want to know whether just your phone is not working or is it your phone and your Internet that is down.
BC: So how does having my phone number help...?
HFHK: Well I thought I would ring your house and see if anyone was home, and get them to log on and see if the Internet connection is working.
BC: <...deep breath...> But you can't ring my home phone Harry. It's not working! <...pause...> That's why I am ringing you!
*shaking my head in disbelief at the memory of it*
And then I had the delightful encounter with Paul at our weighbridge at Drury on Tuesday this week.
BC: Brandon Clarke.
Paul: Hi Brandon, it's Paul-at-the-weighbridge. Our out-bridge printer is not printing lined up with the paper properly. It's all over the show.
BC: That's not very good. How long has it been doing that for?
Paul: About 5 minutes.
BC: What did you do to it?
Paul: Nothing.
BC: Did you touch it?
Paul: No.
BC: How did you rip the last docket off if you didn't touch it?
Paul: Well <...pause...> I did touch it to do that.
BC: Did you do anything else?
Paul: Not really... I just turned it off, pulled it apart, vacuumed out the inside and put it back together again and switched it back on.
BC: <...significant pause...> Was that approximately when it stopped printing in alignment Paul?
Paul: Yes, when I switched it back on it was all over the show.
BC: I see.
*Wondering how "Did you touch it?"... "No." covered switching it off, pulling it apart, vacuuming out the inside and putting it back together again.*
I've actually had a week of classic DFU encounters... firstly, last week, I was at work and I rang home to see if Jens was still home. The phone gave a disconnected signal. So I rang Ihug (my ISP). Their main number was also giving a disconnected signal... which was odd. So, briefly, I considered the possibility that Ihug had had a central core meltdown of some sort - so I checked their website... which was still up. I then rung one of their alternate numbers, which rung. That was reassuring...
After navigating my way through their automated "Press 1 to be screwed around by this department, press 2 to be screwed around by that department... etc" answer 'service' I got to speak to Harry from Hong Kong. The conversation went like this:
HFHK: Hello, what is your customer number?
(Now usually I get really annoyed when they ask you this because why on earth would I know my customer number? I know my name, and my phone number, but not my customer number. It's like when I ring Southern Cross Healthcare and they ask me for my policy number... wtf??? But this time I beat him at his own game! Haha!!! I was already logged onto their website and my my "My Account" page right there in front of me, and was able to tell him my account number, and then go through the joy of answering the "Are you really you?" questions... only to make it to...)
HFHK: So what can I do for you.BC: My phone is not working.
HFHK: Ummmm... it must be. You just called me.
BC: <...pause...> Yes,... but I am ringing you from work, not from home.
HFHK: Then how do you know you home phone is not working?
BC: <...another, more pointed, pause...> Because Harry, I just rung my home phone from my work phone, and it gave a disconnected signal.
HFHK: Ok. What is your home phone number Brandon?
BC: <...another, significantly longer pointed pause, during which I actually moved the phone away from my ear and creased my brow looking at it in disbelief. SURELY, if ANYONE in the world should need to NOT ask that question, it's my phone company...> Why do you want to know my home phone number?
HFHK: Because you are an Ihug/Wired Country customer and your phone and Internet use the same dish-to-the-sky-tower link. I want to know whether just your phone is not working or is it your phone and your Internet that is down.
BC: So how does having my phone number help...?
HFHK: Well I thought I would ring your house and see if anyone was home, and get them to log on and see if the Internet connection is working.
BC: <...deep breath...> But you can't ring my home phone Harry. It's not working! <...pause...> That's why I am ringing you!
*shaking my head in disbelief at the memory of it*
And then I had the delightful encounter with Paul at our weighbridge at Drury on Tuesday this week.
BC: Brandon Clarke.
Paul: Hi Brandon, it's Paul-at-the-weighbridge. Our out-bridge printer is not printing lined up with the paper properly. It's all over the show.
BC: That's not very good. How long has it been doing that for?
Paul: About 5 minutes.
BC: What did you do to it?
Paul: Nothing.
BC: Did you touch it?
Paul: No.
BC: How did you rip the last docket off if you didn't touch it?
Paul: Well <...pause...> I did touch it to do that.
BC: Did you do anything else?
Paul: Not really... I just turned it off, pulled it apart, vacuumed out the inside and put it back together again and switched it back on.
BC: <...significant pause...> Was that approximately when it stopped printing in alignment Paul?
Paul: Yes, when I switched it back on it was all over the show.
BC: I see.
*Wondering how "Did you touch it?"... "No." covered switching it off, pulling it apart, vacuuming out the inside and putting it back together again.*
