I would yell for somebody in the room to cut me out of the box, thereby conserving as much brainpower and energy as is humanly possible.

sorry...your mouth is bound

hey Cegerer how do you like the SMG. I test drove one the other day and the sales man would not let me get on it but I could not drive it anything close to smoothly in auto mode???? I was really excited to drive it but my very brief test left me disapointed.

P.S. are you hiring CE, PEs not sure I could live in MI though:-)) Boy would we have fun talking P cars all day - never get any work done!!


Sorry to hijack the thread

"get out" of what?

I think that you need to work on writing better specifications. ;)

island island island, Get out of the box - the thing you were put into, what would you be getting out of? Lets not over think this.

Can I undo the seam of the cardboard from the inside? How is the box closed?

how would you do it? Your hands, feet and mouth are bound. The box is closed and sealed.

How are my hands and feet bounded? How are the flaps of the box sealed? Without tearing the box, the weakest points are the seam at the corner and the flaps...right?

Your feet and hands and mouth are bound - duct tape, rope, or a chain. They can not be freed - you can't even bite them free cuz your mouth is also bound. The box is sealed at all seams - tape, staples, you don't know but it is sealed and to box is of sturdy cardboard - not the inch thick stuff, but corregated none the less.

ah oh, it's getting tough to breath! the air is getting hot, your getting anxious, memories of family, friends and food are filling your mind. You all of a sudden relize, you may never see any of it ever again!

Quick - what do you do!

ps - I sent someone a PM with the answear. The may or may not respond.

So . . . you would have no interest in getting out of what binds you? :confused:

I know, you would flex your wrist in such a way to announce "I am GAY" . . .then you would be "out". :rolleyes:


Wait a sec . . . I'm outside "the box" already. hmm!

I rock the box until I can get it rolling and the box looses its shape...hell it's corrogated cardboard right? Or have I thought about this too much like an engineer? one other method..piss on myself to soak the cardboard and weaken it. :)

No, Souk . . . the cardboard has been wax-coated. . .:rolleyes:

island911: now that is getting "out" - very good, but no cigar.

Souk: I PM Mark Wilson the answear - he is most likely wondering what the hell I am talking about. BUT YOU ARE CORRECT!
You would piss your self and weakin the box - cardboard when it gets wet basically falls apart. GREAT THINKING OUT OF THE BOX! Next time I am in Chi-town I'm going to buy you dinner!

You're on Mike! :D ..today I have made myself proud by pissing on myself :D

ya, happens when you get old, I dribble down my leg now...

oh, n'no .. . once "out" those guys get all the cigars that they can smoke. (not that there's anything wrong with that)

Seriously though; these hypotheticals (w/ poor specifications) are rediculous. I seriously doubt the pissing your pants would do anything to get on out of such a bind. Your pants would soak-up the vast majority. The rest, being at ~100°F would evaporate quickly . . . likely evap'ng more quickly than the saturation rate of said cardboard. AND, one would have to saturate ENOUGH cardboard to provde sufficient egress . . . whilst bound as a human ball. :rolleyes:

I demand emperical data to support your hypothesis!
. . .have your wife help you in to the box. . . and don't forget to have her take pictures. :D

Go into architecture. If you're an engineer you'll just end up working for one anyway. :)

(ducks)

Seems to me that if you simply straightened out your body, assuming your in a sitting position, you could just bust right through. That is unless you're standing, then you would sit to force the sides of the box. This is all assuming that your hands are not actually bound to your feet, which in this description is not specified. Pee in your pants if you want though.

Whaa Whaaa...

I do have to share an amusing materails engineering story. Years ago, I was working on a project for a company that made prosthetics. I came up with an idea that would make them some money. truely out of the box thinking. Basically it was a fake breast that was filled with silicone gel. Inside the fake breast was an irregular shaped mass. The idea was that the fake breast with a mass in it could be used as a teaching aid to help woman identify irregular masses as an early warning sign of cancer. I came up with the idea when my wife had a mass (benign thank God).

I had to make some prototypes prior to pitching the idea to the company. First things first I had to make a mold. I needed a breast to make a mold from to which I could then make a prototype from. I asked my wife and she was game. I made a top open box and duct taped it to her naked breast. I then poured Plaster of Paris into the top of the mold. As the mold hardened we watched Jeopardy. When it got to Double Jeopardy she started complaining that the plaster was getting real hot. We didn't make it to the next commerical and she was howlering at me to get the ******** thing off her.

Imagine this if you will, a 5' little red head, wearing shorts and half a breast with a box duct taped to her. The other breast bare to the wind, her screaming at me as I'm guessing the answers of double jeopardy faster than lighting! (I was on a roll - couldn't stop!), I start trying to rip the tape then I just sart pulling it off. Some of the tape has skin on it, she can't feel it compared to the cooking of her t!tty. I finally get the mold off her - her breast looks like well boiled lobster but a perfect mold if I say so myself. needless to say, I didn't enjoy those fun bags for a few weeks!

I made the prototypes - interesting when the GM had some VPs toured the lab - 6 samples of a perfect C cup of a 34 breast lay in wait. The project was a success thanks to my wifes openmindedness and ample "before kids" breasts. But the lesson here is Plaster of Paris curing is an exo-thermic reaction!

Hey Mike, how long ago did you make your creation?

If it was in the 80s then I got to sort of feel your wife up in my high school health class. ;)

:D great story, Mike.

I did some design work for the guy who invented "Resuscitation Annie" (the CPR dummy). Though the project I was on was for teaching doc's how to fly an endoscope, lower GI.

So we needed a "model" (wink-wink) for butt-dummy. So, a trip to the local strip-club was needed to find the right butt-model.

Got her back to the shop, she stripped (quicker than I expected --stripper, eh) up on the table she goes. . .positioned on her side, butt slightly prone . . . .start applying the plaster-strips. And it dawns on me . . I go and get a chunk of Delrin Rod . . . bring it back, and start explaining. . "uh, yeah. . .uhm . .. we're going to have to have a certain point on your anatomy . . uhm .. "located" . . .
she snaps "so you want to shove that thing up my. . :eek:" . .. softly sez; "okay"

Who says good help is hard to find? :D

Oh, plaster goes on in thin strips. . . .to keep the exotherms at a minimum. . . .next time;)

So what the kids should take away from all this is?...become an engineer and you date hot chicks who later become SI models, marry a hot chick with nice yum yums, invent stuff using yum yums, play with stripers who have nice poopers, pee yourself while thinking outside the box...get free dinner...:D And people thought we only like naked women who offer us their bikes :D

that about somes it up - and just think, I bet you all never thaught it would be that good during Org Chem, diffy Q's or thermo? And they teased us for being geeks...