CLOCKS Are You A Digital Or Analog Sort Of Person?

5:00 pm for Civilians, 2 bells for the Navy, 1700 for soldiers, and for you Mr Moderator...Mickey's little hand is on the 5, his big hand on the 12.

OK, OK, the original Joke called out the Sgt Major if I recall correctly.

Digital, 24 hour clocks for me. Although I still have an analog in the garage.

I'm gonna find out if one 75mv shunt can dirve an analog and a digital ammeter simultaneously.

Yep. Agreed. They had good batteries too.

I'm digital about 50%. And they have to be LED, no LCD
I have to brag on this Realistic digital, bought early in 1979. I still remember paying 40 bucks,....a lot of money then, thought it was the trickest (prettiest) thing a goin at that time.
Installed it in my brand new '79 Bayliner Sunbridge cruiser, where it burned constantly for 15 yrs.
Since then it has been burning constantly in 4 different motor homes, and still burns there today. Realistic, ?? Needless to say, They made some good stuff.

My clock in the MH is oak framed, ran off a battery, and has one sweep hand. The times are sectioned into Sun Mon Tues Wed Thurs Fri and Sat; with a hash mark at each day to identify Noon . Close enough.

Losing or gaining four minutes a day is not an exaggeration. Google the issue if you wish.

Being electrically oriented I can wear no metal so a watch is out of the question. I use sundial to ping this computer and as far as going somewhere

You can't get there from here...

MEXICOWANDERER wrote:
Not long ago I got somewhat of a shock to learn the all-mechanical Rolex oyster kept terrible time accuracy. Sorta like a Rolls Royce that burns oil.

Rolex is a bit rich for me and still I think 'terrible time accuracy' is a bit of exaggeration.

My Tissot is maybe off by 10 seconds per month or less. I reset the time when the date needs to be advanced. It has been more accurate than some quartz movements that I have seen.

I prefer analog, or none if that's an option.

I think we're one generation away from losing those, along with cursive writing.

So now I'm sounding like a grumpy old fart. Thanks for the opportunity. ;)

No clocks allowed in our TT, No watches either! We are both retired now, So that big bright thing in the sky is our clock!!

I learned enough about the use of a sextant to understand the precise millisecond of accurate time is necessary to even get a rough "precise" shot of location. Within a few miles.

Not long ago I got somewhat of a shock to learn the all-mechanical Rolex oyster kept terrible time accuracy. Sorta like a Rolls Royce that burns oil.

Avast ye lubbers! Three bells! Time to hit the siesta hammock.

Stretched between two palm trees. Swaying gently in the afternoon trade winds. The rattle of palm fronds, the chirping of birds, the distant braying of a burro (proper pronunciation - Boo-row). A horizon line of flat bottom cumulus clouds. Turquoise ocean, the "graack" of a pelican whose scoop bill just scored a small sierra. Life is gentle. An insulated five gallon bucket alongside holds scoops of ice with cerveza, refrescos (sodas) chilled coconuts ready to crack open for a liter or so of ice cold "agua". My NOOK is opened to a chapter of an absurd tale of post nuclear apocalypse. "Trump" means someone took a off suit trick. Grexit may or may not be a new brand of toilet paper. "The big Mexican problem" is the highway crew who ran out of paint before they reached the pueblo.

My rig reposes beneath a triple rainforest canopy and the three girls keep threatening that "today may be the day when we have to rush to Brenda and Jesus' restaurant because Brenda has cooked fifteen or twenty lobsters and my presence is demanded. "Only with cerveza Negro Leon" I yell. I do not like mariscos (seafood) with light beer.