Thanks to all who entered. I’ve spent the last two weeks sorting through 13 years of assorted junk that found its way into storage and ultimately into Seattle with me, and the “if it’s not getting used, get rid of it” bug finally got around to the music department. Anyway, here we go…
The Generation C - I had two entries that I really couldn’t decide which one I liked more. Fortunately, they were both from the same person - HDSarah will be receiving the Brass Generation C, straight from Donegal, Ireland. Her entries:
There are only 10 kinds of people in the world: those who understand binary, and those who don’t.
A mathematician, a physicist, and an engineer are given the task of finding the volume of a rubber ball. The mathematician ignores the ball completely, grabs a piece of paper, scribbles a triple integral using “R” as the radius, integrates it, and says “Here; I’m done.” The physicist takes a bucket of water, immerses the ball in it, and measures the displacement in order to determine the volume. The engineer reads the serial number stamped on the ball and looks it up in her Big Book of Rubber Ball Tables.
(sorry, most people probably won’t find that one funny…but I’ve been the engineer who had to look everything up in tables!)
Other entries included:
From Energy: Have you heard the joke about the cow with the hurt leg? It was really lame.
From Alan: A little girl comes home from school crying. Her mother asks what is wrong. The little girl replies, “The teacher yelled at me for something I DIDN’T DO!!” “What was that?” her mother asked. “My homework.”
From momerath:
Father O’Malley got up one fine spring day and walked to the window of his bedroom to get a deep breath of the beautiful day outside and noticed there was a donkey lying dead in the middle of his front lawn. He promptly called the local police station. The conversation went like this:
“Top o’ the day to ye. This is Sgt. Flaherty. How might I help ye?”
“And the rest of the day te yerself. This is Father O’Malley at St. Brigid’s. There’s a donkey lying dead in me front lawn. Would ye be after sending a couple o’ yer lads to take care of the matter?”
Sgt. Flaherty considered himself to be quite a wit and the rest of the conversation proceeded: “Well now father, it was always my impression that you people took care of last rites!”
There was dead silence on the line for a moment and then Father O’Malley replied: “Aye, that’s certainly true, but we are also obliged to notify the next of kin.”
And another of HDSarah’s (and the explanation I had to request) :
Q: Why can’t math geeks tell the difference between Halloween and Christmas?
A: Because OCT31 = DEC25
OCT is base 8, so OCT31 = 3x8 + 1 = 25. DEC is ordinary decimal (base 10), so DEC25 = 2x10 + 5 = 25. Thus, OCT31 = DEC25. (Some scientific calculators have keys – usually the shift of another key – for bases like BIN, OCT, and HEX. [“HEX” is short for hexadecimal, base 16, not base 6.] The powers-of-2 bases are used in some computer science things – I’m not enough of a computer theory geek to tell you what.)
The Clarke D goes to Alan of AlMount Flutes. The proverb he submitted was:
Má tú ag lorg cara gan locht, béidh tú gan cara go deo. … If you are looking for a friend without a fault, you will be without a friend forever.
However, the first time he submitted it there was a cut and paste error, and he sent me “béidh tú gan cara go deo” which is a curse - you will be without a friend for ever! 
The Susato A whistle will be traveling, all expenses paid, to the home of Cranberry, who submitted the best explanation of why the whistle was desired. Out of privacy I will not be posting the reason given without consent.
A lot of people gave a reason of their first or last names beginning with A, or having a friend who played smallpipes in A. I did like the reason of “it would double the number of whistles I have.” 
So, there you are, and congrats to Sarah, Alan, and Cranberry! Thanks all.
kwool. I don’t speak Gaelic, but it does look good, with plenty of accents looking quite authentique pour moi…
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