And Then There Was Spam

[The Dragon]

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Сооо сик.

[thunder]

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badger badger badger badger

[Morwen]

Стига бе! Дали е режисирана или е някакво невероятно стечение на обстоятелствата и язовците?

[thunder]

A защо това да не е снимката inspire-нала badger badger badger?

[Xellos]

Рисование по воде, очень красиво
http://fishki.net/comment.php?id=25410

[Crystal]

Ау, много е впечатляващо

ето ви една задачка и от мен, аз честно казано не можах да се справя, не ме свъртя на едно място толкова време за да си размърдам сивото вещество :

1. Има 5 къщи с различен цвят
2. Във всяка от къщите живее човек с различна националност
3. Всеки от тях предпочита определено питие, пуши определена марка цигари и гледа едно домашно животно
4. Никой от 5-те човека не пие същото питие, не пуши същите цигари и не гледа същото животно като останалите

ВЪПРОС: Кой гледа рибката?

Данни:
- Англичанинът живее в червената къща
- Шведът гледа куче
- Датчанинът пие чай
- Зелената къща е отляво на бялата
- Собственикът на зелената къща пие кафе
- Човекът, който пуши Pall Mall, гледа птичка
- Мъжът в средната къща пие мляко
- Собственикът на жълтата къща пуши Dunhill
- Норвежецът живее в първата къща
- Пушачът на Marlboro живее до този, който гледа котка
- Пушачът на Winfield пие с удоволствие бира
- Пушачът на Marlboro има съсед, който пие вода
- Норвежецът живее до синята къща
- Немецът пуши Rothmans
- Мъжът, който гледа кон, живее до този, който пуши Dunhill

Искам да напишете кой в коя къща живее, какво пуши, какво пие и какво животно гледа!

[Xellos]

truе monks
http://photofile.ru/photo/fishki_net/30 ... 284865.jpg

[shayhiri]

Ау, много е впечатляващо

ето ви една задачка и от мен, аз честно казано не можах да се справя, не ме свъртя на едно място толкова време за да си размърдам сивото вещество :

1. Има 5 къщи с различен цвят
2. Във всяка от къщите живее човек с различна националност
3. Всеки от тях предпочита определено питие, пуши определена марка цигари и гледа едно домашно животно
4. Никой от 5-те човека не пие същото питие, не пуши същите цигари и не гледа същото животно като останалите

ВЪПРОС: Кой гледа рибката?

Данни:
- Англичанинът живее в червената къща
- Шведът гледа куче
- Датчанинът пие чай
- Зелената къща е отляво на бялата
- Собственикът на зелената къща пие кафе
- Човекът, който пуши Pall Mall, гледа птичка
- Мъжът в средната къща пие мляко
- Собственикът на жълтата къща пуши Dunhill
- Норвежецът живее в първата къща
- Пушачът на Marlboro живее до този, който гледа котка
- Пушачът на Winfield пие с удоволствие бира
- Пушачът на Marlboro има съсед, който пие вода
- Норвежецът живее до синята къща
- Немецът пуши Rothmans
- Мъжът, който гледа кон, живее до този, който пуши Dunhill

Искам да напишете кой в коя къща живее, какво пуши, какво пие и какво животно гледа!

Немецът гледа рибката. Ако искате да ви напиша и разбивката, ма по-добре пробвайте и вие. За минута-две работа.

[Amelia]

Мда, немецът я гледа рибката и според мен. Принципно нещата ми излизат така:

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Първа къща (отляво надясно):
-жълта
-норвежец
-вода
-Дънхил
-котка

Втора къща:
-синя
-датчанин
-чай
-Марлборо
-кон

Трета къща:
-червена
-англичанин
-мляко
-Пал Мал
-птичка

Четвърта къща:
-зелена
-немец
-кафе
-Ротманс
-рибка

Пета къща:
-бяла
-швед
-бира
-Уинфийлд
-куче

Не съм много сигурна, но така май не противоречи на нищо от даденото по условие, следователно трябва да е правилно...

[shayhiri]

Така си е. Първо подкарваш цветовете, а после ключовата за разплитането улика е:

- Пушачът на Marlboro има съсед, който пие вода

[The Dragon]

По-скоро е ясно, че Немецът гледа 5тото домашно животно. Щото никъде в указанията не е спомената риба и единствената причина да приемем, че е риба е въпросът.

Правилния отговор е:

Немецът ако притежава риба, ако не - Посейдон

И да се похваля: След около 8 години престояване на харда ми под най-различни версии на Excel най-накрая му намерих някакво приложение

[thunder]

големият проблем на цялото това нещо е, че аз съм го решавал преди и просто помня, че немецът гледа рибката Не е същото като знаеш отговора...

помните ли старата тема в Драгънай със задачите?

[Roamer]

А вие имате ли си MP3 слушалки или MP4 слушалки, а? А?

[The Dragon]

http://newzimbabwe.com/pages/lenox19.1685.html

Funny thing happened at fuel queue the other day

By Lenox Mhlanga
Last updated: Thu, 30 Aug 2007 16:54:09 GMT
"WHAT’S news in Zimbabwe nowadays if one might pose a breathtakingly idiotic question?"

It surely must be the fuel shortage. Actually, to call it a shortage is an understatement. It should be termed a total disappearance of a petroleum by-product. Fuel has become so scarce that some of us have difficulties in imagining what it looked or smelt like.

Scattered all over, either hidden or in full view, are once fashionable and not so fashionable vehicles forging a very sedentary existence in splendid abandonment. Some of these have been turned into storage facilities or, for the more enterprising ones, chicken coops. I know of a gentleman who turned his once impressive SUV into a tuck shop. Unfortunately, ‘Operation Dzikisai’ (Lower the prices) has put paid to that SME (Small to Medium Enterprise).

Waiting in line for the rare commodity (fuel that is) has become such a national pastime that deserves to be declared a tourist attraction in time for the 2010 World Cup. So much time is been spent either waiting to getting your car the mandatory 20 litres or running around looking for a garage that happens to have a couple of litres available which translates to none.

The best option is to approach Ojeki in the lucrative black market. Though you have to pay through your nose, their sources never run dry. It’s never the time and place to start asking dodgy questions when you are around them. Just get your share and get the hell out.

Did I mention the petrol attendant? Now here is one occupation that has become extinct like a dodo. In actual fact, we seem to have forgotten why fuel stations were constructed in the first place. Those that are still open sell firewood (because there is no electricity most of the time) or some snacks in the form of ‘maputi’ (maize popcorn) and ‘freezits’ because there is no bread, cool drinks, milk…the whole lot!

There was a time when petrol attendants were catapulted up the food chain to the level of God if their garage happened to have a few litres of motion lotion. The best gift that your ancestors would have ever given you would be a petrol attendant rooted somewhere in the family tree. At the time, if you were to ask a group of bright pupils what they wanted to be when they grew up, becoming a petrol attendant would be the most likely answer.

These guys gave ‘corruption’ a very bad name. Fuel would appear and disappear at their bidding through the blatant solicitation for bribes. But hey, wasn’t it corruption that got us here in the first place? When you were told there was no fuel, you had to accept the attendant’s word even if he happened to open up the pumps for the lady with a killer smile seconds later.

“But, but, but...!” you would howl.

“Read my lips s’bali, ngithe akula juice, (no petrol)!”

It was then that you wished you had an instant a sex-change operation, if only to obtain five litres to get you from Point A to point B. Never mind the fact that your prized possession wouldn’t look out of place at the Museum of Classic Antiquities.

We used to watch how drivers of all classes, hue, colour and occupation in life, from chief executives to messengers, would grovel at the feet of the petrol attendant. Now things have shifted, with the only service station servicing Bulawayo and its environs owned by the National Oil Company of Zimbabwe (NOCZIM).

The queue here is on the verge of getting in the Guinness Book of Records in terms of its length and the amount of time people have stuck it out just to get the mandatory 20 litres. Ironically, this is the same amount of fuel that one uses to get from the end of the queue to the station. Logic tells me that those who choose to line up are doomed to a lifetime of queuing.

Down at the petrol queue chief executives are thrust into the fray with commuter omnibus drivers and - horror of horrors – their repugnant touts! While CEOs get that rare opportunity to learn how one can siphon a fuel tank in ten seconds flat, the commuter drivers find out that in this country, having lots of money doesn’t matter anymore. There is hardly anything to buy anyway. The touts use the whole spectacle to make an extra buck pushing cars along the queue.

Under normal circumstances, downstream industries such as mobile pubs and barbeques would have sprouted at these queues but then, you guessed it, there is a crippling beer and meat shortage as well. At least youths who are usually idle get to earn a few bob dozing in the Chefu’s car.

In China, they solved the transport problem ages ago. They graduated to the two-wheeled wonder, the bicycle. Not only were bicycles cheap, they are environmentally friendly and good for the pot-belly. The problem is that the cost of a bicycle is roughly a quarter of that of a very cheap ‘sikorokoro’ (ramshackle).

Then there is the major challenge of dealing with the egos of those who are forced to ditch that conspicuous symbol of status, the posh car. Some would rather push the car to work if only for the rest of us to see that they belong to the WaBenzi tribe! Makes one wish those scientists who are working on developing engines that run on water would get a move on. Unfortunately, we would still face problems with that potential alternative source of energy. Yes, you guessed it again; no water!

Let us forget about the fuel shortage for a while and dwell on the one where the pubs literally ran dry. It was most painful because drinkers had to make drastic adjustments in as far as choice and quantity were concerned. I would be the last to go on a fishing expedition for conspiracy theories regarding the reasons why but I can tell you this, it caught all of us with our proverbial pants down including the brewers. I say so because one of my retinue of friends who works for Natbrew (now called Delta) was there with the rest of us sharing the horror of having to make do with their Eagle brand, their cheapest. We call it ‘Jatropha’ after the famous plant that is supposed to save us from our fuel woes by producing bio-diesel.

In between winces (phela, drinking Jatropha is like taking ‘isihaqa’, a very bitter medicine made from the bark of a Marula tree), the chap described how they are failing to meet demand because beer had become just too cheap. Even commuter omnibus touts sebehamba begone ama-quarts! We all watched with incredulity as beer halls, bars and bottle stores quickly ran out of the popular brands until we were left with the inevitable option of taking ‘intsiri’ – the hot stuff.

Others went back to their roots opting for ‘sand and tonic’, opaque beer, amasese phela, mfowethu! Faced with the prospect of consuming ‘diesel’ (Castle Lager) only to wake up nursing the mother of all hangovers, I downgraded to drinking plain old ‘amanzi’ much to wild celebrations by religious denominations the world over. The problem was that water is in short supply too! Here is Bulawayo we get it twice a week - if you are one of the lucky ones. Granted, the dangers of some of us staying sober for more than twenty four hours, might present grave security concerns if you catch my drift.

[zhivik]

Така си е. Първо подкарваш цветовете, а после ключовата за разплитането улика е:

- Пушачът на Marlboro има съсед, който пие вода

И аз го получих същото, макар че не става толкова просто, колкот Шайха го изкарва, но си има напълно достатъчно на брой условия да подредиш всички.