No, because it was assembled and recognizable as a bed. If it came from IKEA, it would have been just a pile of parts next to a mammoth bone hex key wrench and a in-decipherable pictogram instruction set, written on mammoth skin. There would either be too many or too few mammoth bone screws. The pictogram would bear no resemblance to the pictogram in the mammoth skin IKEA catalog.
FTFA:
"The rock shelter would have been abandoned when food supplies became low, or when the site became unpleasant to live in because it smelled bad, had lots of decaying organic material, or was overrun with pests such as insects or rodents."
Those conditions never stopped me from moving out of my bachelor pad. Obviously, early human chicks possessed the capability to force early human men to change their filthy bachelor ways.
Now that, is an interesting cultural evolutionary find.
It shouldn't be too difficult for them to take apart. The construction was probably outsourced, so the Chinese technical agents built it in the first place.
Maybe Iranian TV will show us a peak at the "Made in....." label?
Those American flags don't convince me . . . I didn't see any pirate skulls on the American flags at the last Olympics . . .
China will use it to build and charge batteries that will be sold in Wal-Marts in the US, so this is a win-win, right . . . ? An the "traveling nuclear waves" stay in China . . . ? Isn't a traveling nuclear wave called a tsunami, and caused a disaster in Japan . . . ?
Actually the title sounds like fear mongering (Bill/China/Nukes) or a bad joke:
"So, Bill Gates walks into a bar in China with a traveling nuclear wave reactor, and the bartender says . . .
[Insert Your Ask Slashdot Punchline Here]
Can you surf nuclear waves . . . ? Maybe China wants to take over the surfing travel industry . . . ?!
This topic always attracts lots of emotion, with very little substance . . . oh, and I guess I'm an offender, too . . .
. . . our U.S. military, who can't seem to figure peace out on our OWN planet . ..
Peace is not the job of the military. Their job is to fight wars. Peace is the job of politicians and diplomats.
"War is a mere continuation of politics by other means," ("Der Krieg ist eine bloße Fortsetzung der Politik mit anderen Mitteln") -- Carl von Clasewitz
However, when we meet aliens, the politicians and diplomats will base their decisions on intelligence gathered by the military folks. Like, "What are the aliens' true intentions?" Are they secretly lizards who chow down on rats, or are they just passing through the space neighborhood and stopped for a pee-break at the Earth?
Do they have a bunch of "Space Marines" ready to jump out of the trunk of the Space Shuttle, like in Moonraker? Or are they working on "Space Warrior Robot Soldiers?" . . . definitely more geekier!
Will our first contact with Alien Life be with military space drones? That ought to work out nice: "Oh, the Alien Military Drones' way of saying they like you, is to bite your Military Space Drone in the ankle!"
Well, I guess I won't have to worry about such contacts happening in my lifetime. Unless we figure out how to surf those faster-than-light-neutrinos.
They sent it down to us via the SETI radio astronomy antennas. From there it spread using the SETI@home grid. The aliens became alarmed when Werner von Braun started playing with rockets, and started on a long term program to thwart what they saw as an effort from us to plaster them with rockets. The Voyager and Galileo probes were actually built to scout out potential targets of alien weapons of mass cosmic destruction. When briefed about our program, the alien Supreme Leader cursed at the German scientist, and his plans, and his meddling kids, and called him a "fucker." The label with the aliens stuck, so they named their worm "Con-Ficker", "ficker" being German for "fucker" and "con" meaning "against." "Con-ficker", "Against-fucker" . . . Aliens pissed off at German Earthlings rocketry tom-foolery . . . write a virus to control us . . . send it down to the SETI folks, who are foolish enough to be looking for aliens anyway . . . or maybe clever enough to spot alien targets.
It all falls into place if you really think about it.
Probably.
At least my wacky speculation is as plausible as that from anyone else. And mine is definitely wackier. Lasts longer. Tastes better.
Just before 2038, there will be tons of hype about "The End of the Epoch!", just like "Happy New Year 2000! Nothing works anymore!" Plenty of work for onery, old C programmers like me, with lawns to get off of.
After 2038, when everything is still working despite dire predictions, we will have to wait a bit for the next opportunity, when the 64 bit epoch runs out . . .
If we can convince a private company to produce coral versions of these we're all set. The company can profit from the sales as novelty items for kids with short attention spans. And scientists can just empty a packet into a fish bowl of water whenever needed.
Win-Win all around.
We might need to do a bit of work on the lifespan issue, though.
I'm betting he's gonna blow out all his own equipment the first time he turns it on.
FTFA:
Tesla coils have an uncanny ability to short out modern electronics—anything from erasing voice mails to blowing out computer screens. To guard against this, the LOD teams usually places “nearby electronics in shielded enclosures,” or they run the coils “far, far away,” Leyh said.
I know. I must be new here, I read TFA. After a while here, you don't read TFA. Later on still, you don't even read TFS.
On the absolute existential plain of eternal bliss, you don't even read the title, either. You just post.
However, I agree with your comment . . . which is why I want to be there when he fires that critter up, and all the ensuing pandemonium rages. Maybe it'll create a Black Hole, and the Higgs Boson will pop out of it. CERN really let us all down there, with the end of the universe, and an angry God appearing looking for His Particle.
. . . who endanger his department by being unemployed.
Prof.: "Now tomorrow is graduation . . . after that . . . you work . . . or you DIE!"
Tarantino could make an excellent flick based on that. The Prof. pushes former students into bizarre jobs, just to get them off the unemployed list . . . or he kills them . . . all to a modern 50's trash rock soundtrack . . .
Nokia announced a while back that they were considering building low-end, cheap Linux phones. Since Nokia seems to be sponsoring this, I wonder if this stuff is somehow related to their Linux phone plans . . . ?
In the United States, the Transport Security Administration (TSA) is not just relying on fancy gadgets and genetically enhanced nostrils to improve security: it's turning to good old-fashioned human instinct.
Behavioural Detection Officers (BDOs) have been trained to engage passengers in casual conversation in an effort to weed out suspicious behavior.
There is no word if the TSA plans to clone BDOs, like Korean Sniffer Dogs . . .
And what, pray tell, do you imagine the cloud stores data on? Turtles?
It's turtles . . . all the way down.
The trouble with storing stuff in the clouds, is that it falls back to the ground when it rains, and causes floods. But in the case of Thailand, it will get recycled back into new storage, so we will have renewable storage.
They're also a hoot and a half to ride. I also found it amusing that one was in the head office of an insurance company. I would have thought that it would have been an accident waiting to happen. But an employee told me that there were no accidents . . . because people always paid attention when getting on or off that critter.
"It had been arranged by the prison charlie, as part of my further education to read him the Bible. I didn't so much like the latter part of the book which is more like all preachy talking, than fighting and the old in-out. I liked the parts where these old yahoodies tolchock each other and then drink their Hebrew vino and, then getting on to the bed with their wives' handmaidens. That kept me going."
"I read all about the scourging and the crowning with thorns and all that, and I could viddy myself helping in and even taking charge of the tolchocking and the nailing in, being dressed in the height of Roman fashion."
Except, it is not open to the public, nobody knows where it is, visiting hours ???, and maybe the place doesn't exist at all. It could be all part of an elaborate counter-intelligence disinformation ruse.
So when you get back from your trip, don't tell us what you didn't see there . . .
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When they last tried this back in the late 70's in a movie ( http://en.wikipedia.org/wiki/Forbin_Project ) things didn't work out so well . . .
No, because it was assembled and recognizable as a bed. If it came from IKEA, it would have been just a pile of parts next to a mammoth bone hex key wrench and a in-decipherable pictogram instruction set, written on mammoth skin. There would either be too many or too few mammoth bone screws. The pictogram would bear no resemblance to the pictogram in the mammoth skin IKEA catalog.
FTFA:
"The rock shelter would have been abandoned when food supplies became low, or when the site became unpleasant to live in because it smelled bad, had lots of decaying organic material, or was overrun with pests such as insects or rodents."
Those conditions never stopped me from moving out of my bachelor pad. Obviously, early human chicks possessed the capability to force early human men to change their filthy bachelor ways.
Now that, is an interesting cultural evolutionary find.
So Vladimir Putin and Dmitry Medvedev are sitting in a bathtub . . .
Putin: "Dmitry, which one of us is President today?"
Medvedev: "Which day of the week is it today?"
Putin: "Friday."
Medvedev: "That means that you are President, Vladimir."
Putin: "Ok, that means that you must get out of the tub to fetch us another bottle of vodka from the kitchen."
It shouldn't be too difficult for them to take apart. The construction was probably outsourced, so the Chinese technical agents built it in the first place.
Maybe Iranian TV will show us a peak at the "Made in ....." label?
Those American flags don't convince me . . . I didn't see any pirate skulls on the American flags at the last Olympics . . .
China will use it to build and charge batteries that will be sold in Wal-Marts in the US, so this is a win-win, right . . . ? An the "traveling nuclear waves" stay in China . . . ? Isn't a traveling nuclear wave called a tsunami, and caused a disaster in Japan . . . ?
Actually the title sounds like fear mongering (Bill/China/Nukes) or a bad joke:
"So, Bill Gates walks into a bar in China with a traveling nuclear wave reactor, and the bartender says . . .
[Insert Your Ask Slashdot Punchline Here]
Can you surf nuclear waves . . . ? Maybe China wants to take over the surfing travel industry . . . ?!
This topic always attracts lots of emotion, with very little substance . . . oh, and I guess I'm an offender, too . . .
. . . our U.S. military, who can't seem to figure peace out on our OWN planet . . .
Peace is not the job of the military. Their job is to fight wars. Peace is the job of politicians and diplomats.
"War is a mere continuation of politics by other means," ("Der Krieg ist eine bloße Fortsetzung der Politik mit anderen Mitteln") -- Carl von Clasewitz
However, when we meet aliens, the politicians and diplomats will base their decisions on intelligence gathered by the military folks. Like, "What are the aliens' true intentions?" Are they secretly lizards who chow down on rats, or are they just passing through the space neighborhood and stopped for a pee-break at the Earth?
Do they have a bunch of "Space Marines" ready to jump out of the trunk of the Space Shuttle, like in Moonraker? Or are they working on "Space Warrior Robot Soldiers?" . . . definitely more geekier!
Will our first contact with Alien Life be with military space drones? That ought to work out nice: "Oh, the Alien Military Drones' way of saying they like you, is to bite your Military Space Drone in the ankle!"
Well, I guess I won't have to worry about such contacts happening in my lifetime. Unless we figure out how to surf those faster-than-light-neutrinos.
Or maybe . . . "they" know how to do it?
"Alien Charlie does surf!"
. . . that stores only one bit per wire . . .
Yes, but imagine a series of tubes built with these wires . . . and there ya' got an Internet, don't ya . . . ?
Oh, and the US military has funded the aviation industry and built your flying car.
It's called a cruise missile.
Seats four, and a bomb in the trunk.
DVD Player extra.
FTFS:
"I figure I'm probably boring them to death."'
What a give away! Add her to "The List"! That should fire all analysis triggers!
I'm not really sure what they are planning with this new "boring" weapon, but it appears to be deadly.
Maybe it is an acronym: B.O.R.I.N.G . . . ? We'd better investigate . . .
Maybe they were just trying to slip something in, to see if it could be done? Like, how good are their air defenses really?
A good mission for an "expendable" probe.
Who knows if this is the first one that has been sent in already . . . ?
Controller: ". . . Phobos . . . ? Hello, . . . Phobos . . . ? . . . "
Phobos: No response
Controller: " . . . Phobos . . . is it something I said . . . ? . . . "
Phobos: No response
Controller: "Listen, if you don't tell me what's wrong . . . I can't do anything about it . . .Phobos . . . ?"
Phobos: No response
Controller: "I tried to call you . . . really . . . many times . . . but you didn't answer . . . "
Phobos: No response
Controller: "Look, I know what you're thinking, but that Chinese Probe means nothing to me. I was just monitoring it . . . Phobos . . . ?"
They sent it down to us via the SETI radio astronomy antennas. From there it spread using the SETI@home grid. The aliens became alarmed when Werner von Braun started playing with rockets, and started on a long term program to thwart what they saw as an effort from us to plaster them with rockets. The Voyager and Galileo probes were actually built to scout out potential targets of alien weapons of mass cosmic destruction. When briefed about our program, the alien Supreme Leader cursed at the German scientist, and his plans, and his meddling kids, and called him a "fucker." The label with the aliens stuck, so they named their worm "Con-Ficker", "ficker" being German for "fucker" and "con" meaning "against." "Con-ficker", "Against-fucker" . . . Aliens pissed off at German Earthlings rocketry tom-foolery . . . write a virus to control us . . . send it down to the SETI folks, who are foolish enough to be looking for aliens anyway . . . or maybe clever enough to spot alien targets.
It all falls into place if you really think about it.
Probably.
At least my wacky speculation is as plausible as that from anyone else. And mine is definitely wackier. Lasts longer. Tastes better.
Just before 2038, there will be tons of hype about "The End of the Epoch!", just like "Happy New Year 2000! Nothing works anymore!" Plenty of work for onery, old C programmers like me, with lawns to get off of.
After 2038, when everything is still working despite dire predictions, we will have to wait a bit for the next opportunity, when the 64 bit epoch runs out . . .
. . . at your expense.
So guess who pays for the transmission of all those logged clicks . . . ?
. . . and you thought some other app was draining you battery and carrier account limit . . . ?
This is what we need: http://en.wikipedia.org/wiki/Sea_monkeys
In "Coral Reef" flavor.
If we can convince a private company to produce coral versions of these we're all set. The company can profit from the sales as novelty items for kids with short attention spans. And scientists can just empty a packet into a fish bowl of water whenever needed.
Win-Win all around.
We might need to do a bit of work on the lifespan issue, though.
I'm betting he's gonna blow out all his own equipment the first time he turns it on.
FTFA:
Tesla coils have an uncanny ability to short out modern electronics—anything from erasing voice mails to blowing out computer screens. To guard against this, the LOD teams usually places “nearby electronics in shielded enclosures,” or they run the coils “far, far away,” Leyh said.
I know. I must be new here, I read TFA. After a while here, you don't read TFA. Later on still, you don't even read TFS.
On the absolute existential plain of eternal bliss, you don't even read the title, either. You just post.
However, I agree with your comment . . . which is why I want to be there when he fires that critter up, and all the ensuing pandemonium rages. Maybe it'll create a Black Hole, and the Higgs Boson will pop out of it. CERN really let us all down there, with the end of the universe, and an angry God appearing looking for His Particle.
... sitting on the living room floor. The system is managed by an ugly bag of mostly water.
Surprising efficient and effective.
Low tech for high brows.
. . . who endanger his department by being unemployed.
Prof.: "Now tomorrow is graduation . . . after that . . . you work . . . or you DIE!"
Tarantino could make an excellent flick based on that. The Prof. pushes former students into bizarre jobs, just to get them off the unemployed list . . . or he kills them . . . all to a modern 50's trash rock soundtrack . . .
Nokia announced a while back that they were considering building low-end, cheap Linux phones. Since Nokia seems to be sponsoring this, I wonder if this stuff is somehow related to their Linux phone plans . . . ?
Oh, they have their own plans; FTFA:
In the United States, the Transport Security Administration (TSA) is not just relying on fancy gadgets and genetically enhanced nostrils to improve security: it's turning to good old-fashioned human instinct.
Behavioural Detection Officers (BDOs) have been trained to engage passengers in casual conversation in an effort to weed out suspicious behavior.
There is no word if the TSA plans to clone BDOs, like Korean Sniffer Dogs . . .
And what, pray tell, do you imagine the cloud stores data on? Turtles?
It's turtles . . . all the way down.
The trouble with storing stuff in the clouds, is that it falls back to the ground when it rains, and causes floods. But in the case of Thailand, it will get recycled back into new storage, so we will have renewable storage.
Probably.
Does that make it Green?
They're called Paternosters: http://en.wikipedia.org/wiki/Paternoster
They're also a hoot and a half to ride. I also found it amusing that one was in the head office of an insurance company. I would have thought that it would have been an accident waiting to happen. But an employee told me that there were no accidents . . . because people always paid attention when getting on or off that critter.
"It had been arranged by the prison charlie, as part of my further education to read him the Bible. I didn't so much like the latter part of the book which is more like all preachy talking, than fighting and the old in-out. I liked the parts where these old yahoodies tolchock each other and then drink their Hebrew vino and, then getting on to the bed with their wives' handmaidens. That kept me going."
"I read all about the scourging and the crowning with thorns and all that, and I could viddy myself helping in and even taking charge of the tolchocking and the nailing in, being dressed in the height of Roman fashion."
The CIA Museum in Langley supposedly has some very interesting, and very geeky, stuff: http://en.wikipedia.org/wiki/CIA_Museum.
Except, it is not open to the public, nobody knows where it is, visiting hours ???, and maybe the place doesn't exist at all. It could be all part of an elaborate counter-intelligence disinformation ruse.
So when you get back from your trip, don't tell us what you didn't see there . . .
Or try the NSA's National Cryptologic Museum http://www.nsa.gov/about/cryptologic_heritage/museum/
They hand out some nice guides to the exhibit, but they are a bitch to decrypt, so you can't even read about what you didn't see there.
Why don't they put two naked chicks fondling the expensive card monitor behind it . . .?
And Roseanne Barr behind the cheapo one . . . ?
Then I would know which one to buy!