"Hey Dr. Pless, I have six words that will make you scream in terror."
"Nothing makes me scream in terror."
"I've enrolled in Computational Geometry." (Please disregard the fact that this is five words.)
"That's your problem, not mine."
(Yes, Dr. Pless is the one teaching Computational Geometry. And yes, there was laughing all around in the discussion.)
Okay, this has nothing to do with the original entry, but I don't like spamming other peoples' fiends pages. So hence it goes here.
Set the scene, then, in Mallinckrodt Center, at about 11:45 PM, heading down for lunch. To be specific, the scene is in the men's restroom, of questionable upkeep, just at the bottom of the stairs.
Something this restroom features- as do many restrooms on campus- is the automated paper towel dispenser. Far from worthless, this actually strikes me as one of the better advances in personal hygene as of late. Instead of having to pull a handle to dispense the paper towel- a handle for which one frequently wants a paper towel to touch- one just waves one's hands in front of a motion sensor and it spits out a paper towel. Simple, clean, and convenient. The sensor even has a little red light to let you know when it's not active- it's got about a two second delay to keep it from erroneously dispensing more paper towels than needed.
So there I was, hands still dripping, having finished washing them. The person before me got his paper towel, I waited for the little red light to go out, and I waved my hands in front of the sensor.
Alas, 'twas to no avail. No paper towel was forthcoming.
In case the motion sensor really hadn't reset, I moved back out of its range, then back forward. No effect.
I again waved my hands in front of it. No effect.
Yay for violent ways of getting the attention of gadgetry!