Analog Wall Clock that plugs in the wall (110 volts)
Digital Wall Clock that plugs in the wall (110 volts)
Analog Wall Clock, battery operated
Digital Wall Clock, battery operated

The problem is the term "digital" or "analog" can mean the display type (digits or hands) or to the circuits or mechanics used to drive the displays. I’ll assume you mean the display.

1. An old analog wall clock has a AC synchronous motor that rotates at a sub multiple of the line frequency, 60 Hz. The various gears convert that to the proper rotation speed of the hands.

2. A newer analog clock that plugs into the wall can convert the AC to low voltage DC and can use the 60 Hz line as a reference, converting it to a series of pulses at 60 Hz, which are divided down to 1 Hz. The 1 Hz can drive a stepping motor that advances the second hand. Gears convert that to the slower speed needed for the other hands.

3. Another type analog clock that plugs into the wall can use a crystal oscillator as a reference, usually running at about 3 MHz. A set of counters converts it to a series of pulses at 1 Hz. The 1 Hz can drive a stepping motor that advances the second hand. Gears convert that to the slower speed needed for the other hands. The AC line is converted to low voltage DC to power the stepping motor and the counters.

4. Digital wall clock can use the 60 Hz line as a reference, converting it to a series of pulses at 60 Hz, which are divided down to 1 Hz, which then drive a bunch of counters that index the seconds, minutes or hours. The counters drive displays to show the hours minutes seconds as digits.

5. Digital wall clock (alternate) can use a crystal oscillator as a reference, usually running at about 3 MHz. A set of counters converts it to a series of pulses at 1 Hz, which then drive a bunch of counters that index the seconds, minutes or hours. The counters drive displays to show the hours minutes seconds as digits.

Battery operated versions of #3 and #5 operate the same, they get their DC from batteries.

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I’m going to try and put in as much as I can remember about my dream last night. The following is total fiction.

My boyfriend and I had a baby girl. It was not a traditional relationship – we had a rent an apartment and I had a restaurant job I had to walk to daily. My mother had to watch the baby often. I remember holding the baby girl and her high-fiving her dad and laughing hysterically.

Then, one night I couldn’t make it home in time. I ran the whole way home. My mother was supposed to pick up the baby to watch her but wasn’t able to. I came home to the baby lying on our bed, staring into the corner of the room. I kept trying to get her attention, with intermittent success. Mostly, though, she would return to staring away from me. It was a creepy sensation. I remember I tried to talk in my sleep – "Its a demon."

Still trying to do the best I could, I invited some friends from work over to our apartment. It was kind of a secondhand gesture to try and gain some friends since I had lost the ones I had. When I was walking home, I received a call and was told the baby was all by herself. I remember running, not caring about the friends following me home. I follwed a similar path that was familiar to me in other dreams home. I remember the gravel under my feet and how I didn’t stop even though my thighs were burning. I raced home and opened the door. I rushed through the house only to find my boyfriend watching TV. He told me mother had already come and to calm down.

I couldn’t get the sense of panic out of my system. I had an eree feeling. The friend I had invited walked in – they had found my house. I told them, "I’ve felt the need to get rid of the presence in the apartment for some time," and I went to get some incense. I flicked the incense throughout the apartment even though I had none. Then, I sat down, and asked anybody if they had any ideas about how to get rid of the creepiness I knew had taken a stay in my apartment. They said no.

I then began to stare at my digital clock on the wall, sitting in my chair. I don’t remember the time. I remember looking deeply into that clock and noticing that there was a reflection in the clock of the living room on the other side.

I looked deeply into it. There was a little girl, a toddler, dancing around the exercise equipment in the living room. She was dressed in a black dress. Looking over, there was nobody there.

In that moment I remember being half awake and trying to scream. There were three guttural screams before I managed to get out, "Its a little girl." I then woke up.

What does it mean?

Ok of this is all one dream this is crazy!!! the color black usually follows a premonition of death. dont mean to scare you but it doesnt always mean someone close to you.. could be a friend of a friend or family member or vise versa, then clock – an alert for time (something important is coming up! keep track dont forget!!) – you always running – depends on what exactly for means yr tryna keep up w others forgetting yu.. or unexpected fortune at others expense.. the baby depends on if yu have a bby or not and if the bby in yur dreams was yours.. too much to go bit by bit but what im getting is that something bad is coming but w something good attached. seems like yur gnna hve to make an important decision very soon.. hope i helped.

You can answer the question or read my bizarre experience if you want.

I am currently Atheist, due to too many complications with religious psychosis and OCD during my younger days. Actually my story takes place on June 6th 2006. 06/06/06 666. Anyways, I finished watching the movie that came out that day about the exorcism of Emily Rose. I was scared poopless when I went to sleep at night, but felt alright because I had a huge Jesus on the cross canvas and the Virgin Mary statue and lots of rosaries and holy water of course. K so here it goes. I wake up exactly 2:55 am, I have a digital clock next to me, I feel uneasiness. I swear to you people, right when that clock hit 3am, the Jesus canvas falls from its place on the wall falling onto all the statue, holy water bowl, rosaries and literally knocks them over breaking EVERYTHING as well as ripping the canvas. I screamed and woke my parents up, they were like im crazy. I said YOUR crazy, that canvas had been on the wall for 3 years now, why today, why 3am when the movie signifies the Devil’s approaching time. Maybe if enough minds focus on a subject, wierd things can happen? Very paranormal……….
Hmm….murders in the sense that we are sending 18 year olds to Afghanistan for the past few years so they can "kill" off the so-called "bad" people. Wow. God seems very lenient.

There is always an opposition to a force. A good force, will always have a negative force pushing against it. We can explain this by physics and it also works with the spiritual world.

I also watched the movie "The Exorcism of Emily Rose" and other shows about the paranormal. Nothing has happened except that I get easily freaked out for a couple of days after I see the shows because I’m "looking for" the stuff that I’ve seen on the shows and I catch glimpses that spook me, but they’re not really what I had thought of them to be in the first place after I take a deep breath and investigate.

Its coincidence that what you experienced happened and it was obvious it was the plan of the theater or network to air the movie before the day of 06/06/2006. These things were literally done to influence you by very creative marketing managers in the media industry.

It’s like the one I have. It’s an alarm clock in which the default is set to 12:00 AM or midnight when first plugging it up. The minute changing to me was thought to be constant, when I had no other clock or watch to compare it too. I believe I had a Mickey Mouse clock on the wall but it was too far for my eyes to compare it too, but the minute changes aren’t constant on the digital clock. It contains a Snooze button, a radio, has a button to adjust the hour, minute, which can also reset the second as well because just simply setting the hour won’t affect the second, but the minute will, a wake button which can be used for setting the alarm, and a sleep button which tells you how many minutes it’ll go to sleep. I used to think it was some sort of spell to put you to sleep but I was wrong. My digital clock is at least 12 years old or 4,529 days old or 4,541 sidereal days. Since all the clocks use solar days or solar time, at least 108,696 hours, 6,521,760 minutes, or 391,305,600 seconds have elapsed on it if we ignore the power outages or Daylight Savings changes. Otherwise 108,984 hours, 6,539,040 minutes, or 392,342,400 seconds would’ve elapsed on it if it was a sidereal clock. I received this for my 7th birthday as a birthday present from my dad but what was the earliest I could’ve received it? I’m going to make a calculation soon on how long it takes for the second to get off but I need to know two things at once in order for me to easily do this.

Very interesting question !

I don’t plan on waking up to the obnoxious sound Kevin playing guitar and singing the Duck Tales theme song. Honest to God, it isn’t even on my to-do list. Here I am, laying on my stomach, on an air mattress that we had to share last night, in the middle of the choir room, too out of it to focus on anything. I blink multiple times and put on my glasses as I look at the digital clock on the wall. Dammit, it’s just past two forty-five in the morning, no one should even be conscious at this hour. I sigh and sit up, knowing that the more he sings, the more likely I am to shove that guitar up his a**.

"Wakey wakey, boys. It’s a wonderful day for a band competition!"

The other guys whine and groan, shoving their heads underneath their pillows in order to make the hell that is Kevin’s cracking voice go away. This is why he took band instead of choir.

"Why so glum, chums? Let’s get this show on the road, we have to leave in less than thirty minutes."

"What time is it anyway?" A kid asks.

"Two something."

"Jesus, Mr. Reilly. I’m goin’ back to sleep," the same kid says as he falls back on to his sleeping bag.

I watch my brother pick up his bottle of water and carefully sneak up to the kid on the floor. He presses his index finger to his lips, whispers something I can’t understand, and then dumps little streams of water on him. The kid immediately jumps up and screams "S***!" He’s huge, bigger and taller than me, which makes him look like he can knock me out with one punch.

"That’s what you get for not listening, Hugh. Hurry up." Now, Kevin’s serious, his eyes narrow behind his glasses and the smile disappears.

I’m still sitting up, trying to prepare myself for the day ahead. I feel a hand on my shoulder and glance up to see Kevin hovering over me. He’s already dressed, wearing a plain button-down shirt, khaki’s that look a bit too big for him, and his infamous navy green jacket. His hair, even though it’s short, is standing up in every direction and he has dark circles around his eyes. "Why are you so tired?" He asks me.

I yawn. "Maybe it’s because it’s not even three in the morning and you were on top of me all night."

He ignores me. "You better get ready. I don’t want my drum major to miss the bus." Kevin pats my back and then walks out of the room to wake the girls up.

The choir room is a disaster. There are plastic cups, blankets, pillows, food crumbs, backpacks scattered across the floor. It smells like body odor and a** mixed together, which tells me that these teenage boys have not yet discovered the power of a shower and some cologne. I pick up my clothes and strip down to my boxers. I would normally care if other guys were watching me change, but by the time I realize what I’m doing, it’s too late. I throw on a pair of jeans, the band’s show shirt, and my black jacket, and that’s all that’s to it. Kate would have taken over an hour to get this done, but since I showered last night, I’m good to go in seconds.

After I put my contacts in, I help the kids load the bus, and then help the drumline check their equipment on the trailer. Kevin, without the help of his newly arrived boss Michael, makes sure that we’re on schedule and we leave right on time. He might be crazy, but he is structured.

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"He’s huge, bigger and taller than me, which makes him look like he can knock me out with one punch."
I would make this sentence much more concise.

"khaki’s"
khakis.

I sort of slowed down when I saw that Kevin had access to the girl’s room. Is Kevin the main character’s brother? I had trouble figuring that out. There is a teacher somewhere, but I’m not 100%sure who it is.

Oh, and you used "a**" twice in the excerpt. Swears are like chile peppers, it’s easy to overdo it.

I think you did pretty well. I feel like the males were believable. The description of Kevin was apt. I don’t know much about the main character yet, but since I don’t think I am in the target demographic of the book, I would still care about my connection to him keeping me engaged in the book.