I remember when I was the only mathematician and there were no questions that I could not answer.
Yes, that's true, you could answer them all. The most common question was 2+2 and the most complex question was 9*9. So it was sort of like coming in first in a one person race. LOL
I remember those days too. I was a troll on here even then. There were no scores then just page view counts—my troll posts were quite high. Still, it was barely worth trolling until Melody cracked her whip and had a few rivers and canals dredged. They all need bridges and that was a great expansion of the old homestead. This troll started feeling right at home.
Here a reference to Melody’s bridge-building skills.
http://web2.0calc.com/questions/how-many-different-ways-can-55-cents-change-be-given-using-nickels-and-or-dimes#r5
I’m compelled to write a song
Home on the Camel Lot
Oh she give me a home where double humpers roam and the troll and the gnome like to play. . . .
Where seldom is heard an intelligent word and trolling is done all cloudy day.
Home, Home on the Camel lot, where chimps climb their trees and throw peels in the breeze while the troll collects his tolls. How often at night, when the numbers are bright and the troll ponders amaze: should he post to troll the foggy eve or save it for cloudy daze.
Home, Home on the Camel lot, where the esquires climb mounts and begin their counts while a knight pushes a bolder uphill. When the city has blight there is a doctor in sight and his bone-saws are fast in hand -- With Tud there’s a thud as the limbs drop to the great Camel lot land.
Home, Home on the Camel lot, where double humpers roam and dinos and ding-bats still play. Where seldom is heard an intelligent word and trolling is done all foggy day.
Hummm . . . I may just take up song writing.