This is not only because the military supports the people
Egypt has universal conscription for its military. So, the military are the people. Some kid doing his stint is very reluctant to shoot at his parents, aunts, uncles, nieces, nephews, etc.
Actually the reports that I saw on CNN said that the military was distributing, not selling, water and food. And that they built places for the protesters to wash. People who really lost out are the ones in the tourist industry. Planes were flying from where I live empty, and returning with tourists anxious to get out. So the tourist industry folks were out of a job. One interview I saw was a guy who gave camel rides. He complained, "I have to feed my wife and children, and my camels!"
We'll see a parade of pundits on the news in the coming days, all commenting on the question: "Would the military actually have shot at the protesters?" Revolutions are good business for the news channels . . . and pundits.
"Two's company, three's a crowd." Supporting three platforms requires a lot of resource. So one of the old ones will be facing cutbacks, if not being kicked entirely. Now, let's see "MeGoo" -> "Me Go". Oh, what a giveaway.
It's really too bad. I have a Nokia N800, which I love, and was really looking forward to buying a N900. I decided to wait and see how the reviews were. Then came the Maemo -> MeGoo announcement and the departure of Ari Jaaksi, and that really unsettled me. I really liked Maemo. Getting Intel on board was bound to lead to conflicts in direction, which would slow down development.
So now, I will wait still longer to see how things with MeGoo move along. And I am not buying a Nokia with Windows 7. So it's probably time to start looking at Andriod. Way to blow it, Nokia.
It's a Sicilian Message: your hard drive sleeps with the fishes. Toss the hard drives into the Atlantic from your yacht. Let the salt water take care of the rest. Or encase them into cement at a construction site. The old, time-tested methods are the best.
I was confessing with my iPhone app, and suddenly, I felt God's "Grip of Death". My connection was dropped, and I dropped my iPhone, as well. I guess I'll have to convert to another religion. Are Protestantism, Judaism, Islam, Hinduism, or Buddhism locked, or unlocked? How long are the minimum contracts with the carrier?
That piss-poor joke aside, I'm not religious myself. But I could imagine that religious folks wouldn't mind religious learning apps on their iPhones. Like quotes of the day from the Holy books?
Captain Kirk phasered a creature that looked like a giant cheese burger patty, called a Horta. But after Spock did a Vulcan Mind Meld with it, Kirk felt guilty. So McCoy beamed down to bandage it with construction cement: http://en.wikipedia.org/wiki/Horta_(Star_Trek).
We used to watch this every day after school back in the 60's. So did we run around gouging eyes, ripping out hair or the old favorite, whacking with a plank on the head? No. I remember my mom teaching us, "This just a comedy film, don't really do this to each other, or someone is going to get hurt."
I think violent crime is a sign of more deeper social problems, that are more difficult to address. It's just easier to blame it on video games as a scapegoat.
Do you think that I can get this recognized as a charity with a goal of: "Buying a giant diamond laser satellite that will be used to hold the world for ransom" ?
The Bill Gates Foundation would certainly get on board.
I remember back in the 70's there was a scandal about the CIA storing deadly Hawaiian shellfish toxin: http://en.wikipedia.org/wiki/Project_MKNAOMI . A drop of that stuff can kill a human, really fast. Now, imagine this dragonfly armed with some of that. Even "Q" from James Bond would stand up and applaud.
If you were driving around looking for a house to rob, would you stop at a house with broken toys, an old Chevy up on cinder-blocks and assorted other junk on the front lawn? No, you would just keep on driving, looking for a clean, well-kept lawn: "Hey, this house must have something inside worth stealing!"
The same effect would work on evil aliens, cruising around space, look for a planet to maraud on. When they see all the space junk, they will just keep flying by: "What a bunch of crap that is orbiting that planet! It's worth landing there, Korg!"
It's time to learn old fashioned orientation again! When driving on car trips as a child, when we got lost, my father would always ask, "Where's the sun?" This to figure out in what direction we were traveling. He grew up on a large, remote ranch, so he learned this skill from my grandpa. Now if some other broadcaster starts sending something that interferes with the Earth's magnetic field . . . the rest of us will be in big trouble.
or did she willingly head back to the safety and the comfort of the city?
Read the last sentence of my post:-) My father could do a shrill whistle with just his tongue. I need to use two fingers in my mouth. When I asked him about it he answered, "If you spend your whole day shoveling shit, you don't want to put your fingers in your mouth." Neither my father nor my mother enjoyed shoveling shit.
She WANTED to go home, play house, care for her war hero, raise kids, and all that other feminine stuff.
Same with my mom. She worked as a secretary until she got married and pregnant, quit her job, and lived happily thereafter. Now my with my sister, a chemical engineer, it was a whole different ballgame. She couldn't wait to be able to go back full time to work.
We just forget, or gloss over, what real life was like back then.
+5 Insightful. Back then, my sister would not have been studying to be a chemical engineer.
Saying bad stuff about your manager in a public forum is bad for the company. What's bad for the company, is bad for you. Whenever I need to criticize my manager, I do it in private; just the two of us behind a closed door. I was once in a department, where one guy always tried to pick a fight with the manager in department meetings, and get others to join in an insurrection. Of course, the manager had no choice, but to assert his authority. So the guy never got any of his suggestions approved, even though they were valid. I, on the other hand, would talk to the manager in private, and he was always willing to listen.
Now, I once had a manager didn't want to take a few minutes to listen. So I voted with my feet, and moved to a different department.
My mother and father were teenagers in Canada during the war. My father grew up on a farm and ranch. Before the war they always could find "hired hands" during periods where there was a lot to do. After the war started, all able bodied men were off fighting the war, and there were no "hired hands" to be found. My mother was a "city girl," But every day, after school, a bunch of school kids were trucked out to farms to help with the field work. She said that the absence of men opened up a lot of opportunities for women to enter into jobs, that used to be a "men only" club. So this story doesn't surprise me. However, when the war ended, and the men returned, the women were kicked out. Though, my mom was happy that she didn't have to work in the fields anymore.
Kimchi is food of the gods. It's fermented cabbage spiced with garlic and chilies. When you order Bul Go Gi (marinated barbecued beef) in a Korean restaurant, they bring you 10,000 little cups with all sorts of cold, pickled roots and vegetables. Kimchi is our favorite, and when the waiter tells us, "be careful, it is very hot spicy!" we have already started devouring the stuff. After the meal, they give you something called soju, which is a kind of rice vodka. The result is that after the meal, with the hot spicy vegetables, and alcohol, you have the feeling that your breath can melt car paint.
Now back to the fuel topic . . . the day after, I always feel like I am farting fire. I always expect Greenpeace to show up in rubber rafts at the door, and complain about me polluting the environment. Kimchi seems to me to be an excellent source for an alternative flatulence energy source. Forget about lighting your farts; after an evening of Kimchi, they self-ignite.
If my manager ever asks, "We need someone to fly to Korea for a week," I will do cartwheels and scream, "Me, me, ME!" And then I would eat Kimchi for breakfast lunch and dinner. Um, I'm not sure, did I get the point across that I love Korean food?
Now, if this Kimchi generated fuel would scale up to practical, economic level . . . ?
Call me a pessimist, but how come my visions of e-democracy involve getting an RFID chip implanted in my butt, getting finger-printed and having my picture taken every time I travel more than a few kilometers from home, and surveillance of every financial transaction that I have ever made in my life. Cash will be banned; only electronic cards issued by the government will be valid for payments. And: "Sorry, our e-Scans of your brain show that you do not 'conform to the norm' and must be executed. But don't worry! Scans of your body indicate that your organs are compatible with a number of folks waiting for a donor on our lists! In dying, you will be helping others!"
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This is not only because the military supports the people
Egypt has universal conscription for its military. So, the military are the people. Some kid doing his stint is very reluctant to shoot at his parents, aunts, uncles, nieces, nephews, etc.
Actually the reports that I saw on CNN said that the military was distributing, not selling, water and food. And that they built places for the protesters to wash. People who really lost out are the ones in the tourist industry. Planes were flying from where I live empty, and returning with tourists anxious to get out. So the tourist industry folks were out of a job. One interview I saw was a guy who gave camel rides. He complained, "I have to feed my wife and children, and my camels!"
We'll see a parade of pundits on the news in the coming days, all commenting on the question: "Would the military actually have shot at the protesters?" Revolutions are good business for the news channels . . . and pundits.
"Nokia and Sony: Companies that fucked themselves and pissed off their customers."
"Two's company, three's a crowd." Supporting three platforms requires a lot of resource. So one of the old ones will be facing cutbacks, if not being kicked entirely. Now, let's see "MeGoo" -> "Me Go". Oh, what a giveaway.
It's really too bad. I have a Nokia N800, which I love, and was really looking forward to buying a N900. I decided to wait and see how the reviews were. Then came the Maemo -> MeGoo announcement and the departure of Ari Jaaksi, and that really unsettled me. I really liked Maemo. Getting Intel on board was bound to lead to conflicts in direction, which would slow down development.
So now, I will wait still longer to see how things with MeGoo move along. And I am not buying a Nokia with Windows 7. So it's probably time to start looking at Andriod. Way to blow it, Nokia.
I couldn't resist, and looked it up on the US Postal Service site. The answer:
"The ZIP Code you entered could not be found in our database. Please confirm the ZIP Code and try again."
I guess that they have a way of recognizing that the card is from a foreign country, and handle it differently. Or totally refuse to accept it at all.
Well, with Triskelion Quatloos, you can buy a chick in a tinfoil bikini armed with a giant can opener: http://en.wikipedia.org/wiki/Gamesters_of_Triskelion. Maybe you should consider using that currency?
So they should continue to receive the lighter sentences. Right?
Lindsay Lohan seems to get off with no jail time at all.
It's a Sicilian Message: your hard drive sleeps with the fishes. Toss the hard drives into the Atlantic from your yacht. Let the salt water take care of the rest. Or encase them into cement at a construction site. The old, time-tested methods are the best.
I was confessing with my iPhone app, and suddenly, I felt God's "Grip of Death". My connection was dropped, and I dropped my iPhone, as well. I guess I'll have to convert to another religion. Are Protestantism, Judaism, Islam, Hinduism, or Buddhism locked, or unlocked? How long are the minimum contracts with the carrier?
That piss-poor joke aside, I'm not religious myself. But I could imagine that religious folks wouldn't mind religious learning apps on their iPhones. Like quotes of the day from the Holy books?
The next question is, "How does it taste?" I'm thinking of Popplers: http://en.wikipedia.org/wiki/The_Problem_with_Popplers. NASA's contraption obviously overcooks it.
Captain Kirk phasered a creature that looked like a giant cheese burger patty, called a Horta. But after Spock did a Vulcan Mind Meld with it, Kirk felt guilty. So McCoy beamed down to bandage it with construction cement: http://en.wikipedia.org/wiki/Horta_(Star_Trek).
We used to watch this every day after school back in the 60's. So did we run around gouging eyes, ripping out hair or the old favorite, whacking with a plank on the head? No. I remember my mom teaching us, "This just a comedy film, don't really do this to each other, or someone is going to get hurt."
I think violent crime is a sign of more deeper social problems, that are more difficult to address. It's just easier to blame it on video games as a scapegoat.
This is a great idea, but how is he going to pay for it?
He is not going to pay for it . . . the taxpayers are going to pay for it.
I'd rather buy the used Diamond Laser Satellite from James Bond Diamonds Are Forever: http://www.jamesbondmm.co.uk/gadgets/daf-gadgets?id=006
Do you think that I can get this recognized as a charity with a goal of: "Buying a giant diamond laser satellite that will be used to hold the world for ransom" ? The Bill Gates Foundation would certainly get on board.
I remember back in the 70's there was a scandal about the CIA storing deadly Hawaiian shellfish toxin: http://en.wikipedia.org/wiki/Project_MKNAOMI . A drop of that stuff can kill a human, really fast. Now, imagine this dragonfly armed with some of that. Even "Q" from James Bond would stand up and applaud.
If you were driving around looking for a house to rob, would you stop at a house with broken toys, an old Chevy up on cinder-blocks and assorted other junk on the front lawn? No, you would just keep on driving, looking for a clean, well-kept lawn: "Hey, this house must have something inside worth stealing!"
The same effect would work on evil aliens, cruising around space, look for a planet to maraud on. When they see all the space junk, they will just keep flying by: "What a bunch of crap that is orbiting that planet! It's worth landing there, Korg!"
She: "Did you do something to the Internet? It's not working."
Me: "Yes, that's one of my superpowers from the radioactive spider bite and gamma ray treatment. I can turn off the Internet at will."
Now I can say:
"Oh, that's just the Obama daughters, playing with the Internet Kill Switch in the White House."
It's time to learn old fashioned orientation again! When driving on car trips as a child, when we got lost, my father would always ask, "Where's the sun?" This to figure out in what direction we were traveling. He grew up on a large, remote ranch, so he learned this skill from my grandpa. Now if some other broadcaster starts sending something that interferes with the Earth's magnetic field . . . the rest of us will be in big trouble.
That’s still long enough to cause its subjects to vaporize , but that doesn’t happen until after their pictures have been snapped.
So that means that the TSA will not be using hard X-rays . . . um, doesn't it?
. . . is that there are so many of them to choose from. "
or did she willingly head back to the safety and the comfort of the city?
Read the last sentence of my post :-) My father could do a shrill whistle with just his tongue. I need to use two fingers in my mouth. When I asked him about it he answered, "If you spend your whole day shoveling shit, you don't want to put your fingers in your mouth." Neither my father nor my mother enjoyed shoveling shit.
She WANTED to go home, play house, care for her war hero, raise kids, and all that other feminine stuff.
Same with my mom. She worked as a secretary until she got married and pregnant, quit her job, and lived happily thereafter. Now my with my sister, a chemical engineer, it was a whole different ballgame. She couldn't wait to be able to go back full time to work.
We just forget, or gloss over, what real life was like back then.
+5 Insightful. Back then, my sister would not have been studying to be a chemical engineer.
Saying bad stuff about your manager in a public forum is bad for the company. What's bad for the company, is bad for you. Whenever I need to criticize my manager, I do it in private; just the two of us behind a closed door. I was once in a department, where one guy always tried to pick a fight with the manager in department meetings, and get others to join in an insurrection. Of course, the manager had no choice, but to assert his authority. So the guy never got any of his suggestions approved, even though they were valid. I, on the other hand, would talk to the manager in private, and he was always willing to listen.
Now, I once had a manager didn't want to take a few minutes to listen. So I voted with my feet, and moved to a different department.
My mother and father were teenagers in Canada during the war. My father grew up on a farm and ranch. Before the war they always could find "hired hands" during periods where there was a lot to do. After the war started, all able bodied men were off fighting the war, and there were no "hired hands" to be found. My mother was a "city girl," But every day, after school, a bunch of school kids were trucked out to farms to help with the field work. She said that the absence of men opened up a lot of opportunities for women to enter into jobs, that used to be a "men only" club. So this story doesn't surprise me. However, when the war ended, and the men returned, the women were kicked out. Though, my mom was happy that she didn't have to work in the fields anymore.
Kimchi is food of the gods. It's fermented cabbage spiced with garlic and chilies. When you order Bul Go Gi (marinated barbecued beef) in a Korean restaurant, they bring you 10,000 little cups with all sorts of cold, pickled roots and vegetables. Kimchi is our favorite, and when the waiter tells us, "be careful, it is very hot spicy!" we have already started devouring the stuff. After the meal, they give you something called soju, which is a kind of rice vodka. The result is that after the meal, with the hot spicy vegetables, and alcohol, you have the feeling that your breath can melt car paint.
Now back to the fuel topic . . . the day after, I always feel like I am farting fire. I always expect Greenpeace to show up in rubber rafts at the door, and complain about me polluting the environment. Kimchi seems to me to be an excellent source for an alternative flatulence energy source. Forget about lighting your farts; after an evening of Kimchi, they self-ignite.
If my manager ever asks, "We need someone to fly to Korea for a week," I will do cartwheels and scream, "Me, me, ME!" And then I would eat Kimchi for breakfast lunch and dinner. Um, I'm not sure, did I get the point across that I love Korean food?
Now, if this Kimchi generated fuel would scale up to practical, economic level . . . ?
Call me a pessimist, but how come my visions of e-democracy involve getting an RFID chip implanted in my butt, getting finger-printed and having my picture taken every time I travel more than a few kilometers from home, and surveillance of every financial transaction that I have ever made in my life. Cash will be banned; only electronic cards issued by the government will be valid for payments. And: "Sorry, our e-Scans of your brain show that you do not 'conform to the norm' and must be executed. But don't worry! Scans of your body indicate that your organs are compatible with a number of folks waiting for a donor on our lists! In dying, you will be helping others!"
The faster we launch people into space for no particular reason, the quicker we can get rid of those annoying fossil fuels under the ground!
I thought is was: the quicker we can get rid of those annoying humans above the ground!
"I'm sorry Ms. Lindsay Lohan, but this ticket that you are holding is only one way, to Mars."