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Transatlantic Model Airplane Flight to Begin Shortly
dtmos writes "An update on this old story -- Maynard Hill's attempt to fly an 11-lb. model airplane across the Atlantic (from Newfoundland to Ireland) is due to begin tomorrow night, Newfoundland time. This would be the first transatlantic flight by a true model under FAI rules (this plane was too large to qualify). News and updates, background information, some technical info."
Trolling Stones' lyrics quiz! - The Doors classic rock radio station staples version
See if you can get them all without using a search engine
You must provide the artist and song title for full credit.
1) i am the lizard king
i can do anything
2) motel money murder madness
lets change the mood from glad to sadness
3) do you hope to make her
see you fool
do you hope to pluck
this dusky jewel
4) if you give this man a ride
sweet memory will die
killer on the road
5) im gonna love you
till the stars fall from the sky
for you and i
g to the oatse
c to the izzex
fo shizzle my nizzle for my money, the doors are the best rock band ever, never having written a bad song.
Smithers: It's a nice model Sir..
Mr. Burns: Model?
Je t'aime Stéphanie
A guy posts a link that was in the artical and gets modded up? /.???
What is wrong with
You are only a mediocre troll. You make it so obvious to everyone that you're a troll, you're just giving trolls a really bad name, without contributing anything original to the great art of trolling. You should spend more time reading the work of the real trolls, like CmdrTaco. If you're not going to really work at trolling, you should just give up.
Slashdot is jumping the shark. I'm just driving the boat.
Same reason this piece of bunk got modded "Insightful."
The moderators are either trolls, bots, or morons (actually, all 3 are basically the same).
The plane is called "Spirit of Butts Farm". Is it powered by farts?
1. Do not touch or attempt to touch a UFO that has landed. Passing through the Earth's atmosphere the skin of the craft will be hot.
There is also a possibility of radiation. There is also a chance of steam being produced from the heated hull at the landing site.
2. Do not stand under a hovering UFO at low altitude. There is a possibility of radiation danger.
3. DO NOT ATTEMPT TO CONTACT ALIENS if they appear, any movement on your part may constitute an act of aggression. If possible, back away VERY slowly. Make no gestures what so ever.
4. If possible note the time and take a photograph if possible. Note the shape and size of the craft, use nearby objects for a size comparison.
5. Do not touch any artifact from an alien spacecraft, the artifact may be dangerous, leave this to the authorites.
6. Get away from the area QUICKLY. Inform the local authorites or the military.
This is interesting. Somebody posts a post from last year that rated a +4.
A copy of a +4 post gets rated a Troll.
Anybody else think that's odd?
of in-flight peanuts.
good. Maybe it'll stop this ridiculous "drug war" once and for all and spend the money on something else. Oh, and stop giving up rights and liberty left and right. Oh wait, I'm being rational and honest and admitting we'll never "win" this war and so hoping for a quicker defeat. I'm UnAmerican (I'd say unUSian, but ,as noted, I don't give a shit).
DO NOT DISTURB THE SE
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To stand up and walk away from the computer.
Now, get in the shower.
Next, go outside.
Next, go somewhere to find a nice girl to meet.
Finally, never read slashdot again - it really sucks.
Thank You.
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I agree. I'm a libertarian and believe whatever you want to do with your body or with another consenting adult is up to you. I really don't give a shit as long as it doesn't bother me. Obviously this means don't murder people, don't fuck in a schoolyard, don't drive like a maniac, etc. That's all shit that effects other people. If you want to sit in your house and snort coke all day, be my guest. It's YOUR brain that gets fried. Also, keep that shit away from work. You shouldn't be doing drugs before work anymore than you should be drinking. You need to accept that these drugs take longer to get out of your system than a beer or two and act accordingly. Don't fucking snort up Sunday night and come into work Monday all bleary eyed and expect me to feel sorry for you. Fuck off and you're fired. People need to take responsibility for their actions.
Smaller planes is less polution!
:)
So did you meant sexual pollutions or environmental?
In any case, it was told so many time,
SIZE DOES NOT MATTER!!!