Puzzle: A boy, a girl, and a dog all start out at the same point on a straight road. The boy walks at a pace of 50 ft/min, the girl walks at 30 ft/min, and the dog runs between them at a rate of 80 feet/min. Assume that the dog can turn around instanteously. So, they start off all at the same point, and shortly thereafter, the boy is ahead of the girl, with the dog in between them. So, the question is, after 10 minutes, where is the dog, and what direction is he facing? Can you answer this for t minutes?
Give it a try.
Girl Dog Boy
Thoughts of a Flying Sheep
Friday, February 09, 2001
It's been a while since my last note, but here's what's going on, bullet style:
There's a good paradox about a dog running between a girl and a boy. I'll tell you it next time (if you're good).
- Jedi Princess was sick, so I spent some time taking care of her. She's better now, though.
- Classes are going well. I didn't spend as much time on them as I would have normally (see above bullet point), but I'm not behind or anything.
- I'm working on a new game (which should come as a surprise to no one), a free collectible card game. Cards are made available on FlyingSheep, and you can just print out whatever cards you wish. That's the idea, anyways, we'll see if it comes to anything. It's still in feasibility testing, so don't hold your breath.
- Didn't see the weather guy yesterday. I must say I'm rather disappointed.
- I've pretty much finished playing Rise of the Triad. I should look for another game for the weekend.
- The Jedi Princess and I watched LadyHawk(e?) last night. It was okay, not too bad, not that great, either. It was a classic fantasy story (cursed young lovers require the assistance of a humourous thief - why are all thiefs humourous? I mean, if you're making a movie with thieves (both in the classical fantasy sense, and also like bank thieves or something, because 'bank robbers' are usually the bad guys, but if you have a good guy who is also a thief, there seems to be this irresistable urge to give that character a sense of humour, and make him/her the comic relief side-kick of the gang. Anyways. . .) the lovers require his assistance (the thief is called "Mouse", too. Huh. Like that's original.) to lift the curse. He helps, the curse is broken, the movie is over.
It is a classic fantasy tale, as I mentioned before (this is for those of you with short attention spans or little to no memory capacity, which would include me (as you can tell, because I've already forgotten how this sentence began (and how many parenthesis I owe you) I think one more should do it ), but it is made in the 80's. As a big fan of the 80's, I liked the movie. But it's a long way to go just to get your 80's hit.
I think they should re-make this movie every 20 years of so. I mean, it's a good tale, with lots of places for new interpretation (the original story came, apparently, from the 13th century), and it would be an interesting anthropological study to look at how different generations interpreted the story.
There's a good paradox about a dog running between a girl and a boy. I'll tell you it next time (if you're good).
Sunday, February 04, 2001
I'd just like to let you all know that I've got my own meteorologist.
Each Thursday, as I'm heading back to my car from class, I walk past this old gentleman who tells me the weather forecast for the upcoming weekend. The first time I saw him, he just slowed down (didn't actually stop, mind you) and said, quite clearly, "It's going to snow tonight.". His prediction did not turn out to be true, but that's okay.
This past Thursday, I saw him again, and he stopped this time (briefly). "I just wanted to let you know that it's going to snow on Friday, into Saturday morning, and then it'll rain on Monday." I nodded and mubled something with gratitude for this information. He didn't wait for this acknowledgement, though, he just walked on.
The Jedi Princess seems to think that he may have been in a hurry to report the weather to others, but I prefer to think of myself as the sole recipient of this weekly forecast.
Each Thursday, as I'm heading back to my car from class, I walk past this old gentleman who tells me the weather forecast for the upcoming weekend. The first time I saw him, he just slowed down (didn't actually stop, mind you) and said, quite clearly, "It's going to snow tonight.". His prediction did not turn out to be true, but that's okay.
This past Thursday, I saw him again, and he stopped this time (briefly). "I just wanted to let you know that it's going to snow on Friday, into Saturday morning, and then it'll rain on Monday." I nodded and mubled something with gratitude for this information. He didn't wait for this acknowledgement, though, he just walked on.
The Jedi Princess seems to think that he may have been in a hurry to report the weather to others, but I prefer to think of myself as the sole recipient of this weekly forecast.