"someone else who knows of gilbreth!  so i can say "null therblig" and you'll
know :)"

Well.... knows and intensely dislikes....
But I first read "Cheaper By the Dozen" when I was full grown, so I wasn't
inclined to see the humor in luring a friend into looking at your new car's
motor, then blowing the horn when their head is under the hood... or taking a
bath with one uninterrupted swipe of the soap, which probably reads better than
it lives... or going along on your daughters' dates sitting in the back seat of
the car to prevent hanky-panky or conversation or ever coming out of the house
again, which I know is every father's fantasy but I've gotta say my sympathy is
with the daughter on this one...

I figure that his wife, every galoot's nightmare ("throw away anything you
haven't used in the last two years"), was driven to harpydom by having to deal
with the old bastard.

Nowadays it is easier to see him as the poster boy for repetitive stress
injuries; but I've never liked him. I don't even like the movie.
TomGrouchy---the plumbing has been off all afternoon, and my computer is
misbehaving.