I quit smoking ten years ago, but yes, I agree. In fact, I wondered why the various bars that anticipated the ban weren't fabulously successful--surely if there was this enormous public pressure, then smoke-free bars would be doing land-office business, right?
Actually I noticed that when one county went smoke-free, the establishments in that county began agitating for a state-wide ban, which strongly suggested to me that they felt at a competitive disadvantage, and wanted to share the misery.
OK, enlighten me. Are you bombarded by TV in public libraries and during funerals, or are you simply irked when a bar-owner decides to show a football game on his TV in his bar?
Me, I carry my Customer-B-Gone, a pair of legs that allow me to absent myself from bars and other public places for a variety of reasons, without imposing my will upon others. Oh sure, it's not nearly as obnoxious as deciding for everybody, but we can't all be petty dictators.
Hmmm. I'm thinking that the possessive is perfectly corrrect in this case. The new year doesn't own anything either, but New Year's Eve is on your calendar and mine. The possessive works for things that pertain to, as well as things that are owned by, the subject.
While we're picking at nits, though, "Editors", or even "real Editors," doesn't require capitalization--only to their staff are they God-like, and perhaps even then only if the editor is Harold Ross. The Post, on the other hand, probably deserves it, even when they don't know things.
Yeah, I had a vague recollection that it's written on the card, and there it is: "Driving in Maryland implies consent to chemical testing for intoxication as required by law. Longer license suspension may result from refusal to be tested."
Of course, the way that's written suggests that "driving in Maryland," rather than "being a Maryland driver," implies that consent. It's a little slippery if J. Random Tourist drives here with a license from, say, Montana.
Can I assume, then, that you have no driver's license, don't pay taxes, and don't use currency?
IANAL, but I suspect that you'd be in the same boat as a conscientious objector--you can't object to just this war, you need to show that you object to all wars.
BTW, I believe that in most states you can indeed refuse a Breathalyzer, but your refusal to do so is grounds for suspension of your driver's license. It's kind of a click-through thing for drivers.
I once had a '69 Beetle, with the battery squirreled away underneath the back seat. Of course, with a rear-engine car that wasn't all that far away from the motor.
As for collision safety, well, that wasn't too much of a concern with the VW either.:)
CHIRP! Nothing, man, just riding on the train. Wassup wit you?
CHIRP! Nothing . . . watching TV.
CHIRP! What's on?
CHIRP! Nothing . . . MTV.
I long for the old days, when at least you only had to listen to half of a witless exchange. Sometimes it gets even better, with discussions of burning sensations, and puss . . .
I think you need to look up the words "risk" and "if."
Sure, plenty of folks would volunteer for a risky mission, or even a very risky, one-in-a-million shot, but outright suicide isn't the same thing at all. There's a reason most of us find people who strap bombs to themselves extraordinary and more frightening than, say, a sniper or artillery officer.
Would you trust millions of dollars worth of equipment (including tons of high-explosives) to an openly suicidal individual?
...and if we were discussing mandarins being allowed to use Blackberries simply because they are mandarins, then their personal rights would be the issue. If, however, we are discussing governement workers using Blackberries in their work, then the analogy may be quite accurate.
Again, I don't know who in government has the little things. I'd agree that most of the users probably are just cranking out the data on the Xerox line and view the thing as a status toy. At least a few, however, almost have to be people for whom it would be a very valuable tool for necessary work. I'd much rather that emergency workers got instructions in text than try to remember what somebody said over the radio ten minutes ago -- I end up calling my wife from the grocery store rather than remembering the five things she called me about earlier, and the grocery store isn't on fire.
Although I have no idea which portions of government might use the service, yes, some parts are special.
When you see those flashing red lights and hear the siren, for instance, you're required to pull over and let the firetruck get by, because it's special. I can certainly imagine portions of emergency services that would greatly benefit from a good text service.
See, what with the "Start Me Up" commercial, I kept waiting for IBM to hire Sammy Hagar to sing "I Can't Drive 95" for them, but alas, they never did. Maybe he could have saved OS/2...:)
The export controls were essentially dropped in 2000, except for exports to nations classed as "terrorist sponsors" -- Cuba, Iran, Iraq, Libya, North Korea, Sudan or Syria. It was a rule change, rather than a change in enforcement.
Sure, I agree that writing good characters instead of after-school specials would probably improve TV, but since the whole damned article is about making characters poster-children for how we think kids ought to grow up, I'm a little confuzzled as to why you picked on my comment. Shouldn't you be grumping at the top of the whole thread, up there where it shows the "Reply" button?
Damn it, I knew I should have included the Seinfeld "Not that there's anything wrong with that..." disclaimer!
Look, I don't care if Willow's gay, but showing unconventional people in unconventional roles doesn't do much to make them conventional. If I want to show little boys (and their parents) that the arts can be just masculine as all hell, Elton John may not be the best spokesman.
If women are, in fact, being steered away from tech work on the grounds that it's not feminine, then a lesbian character isn't too persuasive. Jane Six-pack already knows that dykes drive trucks and fix motorcycles and stuff. I think the idea here is to encourage the thought that straight women might enjoy working with machines as well.
Willow had enough to carry as a poster-child for "dykes aren't all strapping blondes in overalls and combat boots."
Do we get the "You're a loose cannon, Stimson, and I can't cover for you anymore...!" scene, and the one where he throws his calculator on the desk and resigns? Maybe they could assign him a cocky young partner: "Floppy disk, huh? Yeah, a lot of old timers like those..."
Yeah, but didn't Willow end up as the gay computer geek? I'm not sure she's the best way to tell women that it's OK to enter male-dominated fields.
Bones is kind of fun, but then the main character is also a sort of freak who has to ask about every pop culture comment ("I don't know who that is.") Apparently she rarely leaves the lab or speaks to living people.
Jordan is only mildly weird, and the various CSI* women generally seem to have lives and families (although I'm not sure that any of them, or any of the men, are married.)
The War Powers Act was created precisely to limit what the Executive could do in the absence of a war. FDR, for instance, had a real war, with a declaration of war and everything, and no weird "War Powers" thing.
Nixon, on the other hand, had a police action, or an incursion, or whatever the hell they called it from week to week, and Congress finally up and said, "Look, without a war you can only shoot people for a little while, and then you have to come back to us get permission again." No such requirement exists with an honest-to-God war.
In other words, the War Powers Act is exactly the indication that a state of war does not exist, and really, that shouldn't be a surprise -- neither Osama bin Laden nor "Terror" are nations, and wars are fought between nations.
I think their forefathers avoided morbid obesity more through working really, really hard all the livelong day, mining coal and farming rock and like that. Kickball was probably how they caught up on their sleep.
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Actually I noticed that when one county went smoke-free, the establishments in that county began agitating for a state-wide ban, which strongly suggested to me that they felt at a competitive disadvantage, and wanted to share the misery.
Me, I carry my Customer-B-Gone, a pair of legs that allow me to absent myself from bars and other public places for a variety of reasons, without imposing my will upon others. Oh sure, it's not nearly as obnoxious as deciding for everybody, but we can't all be petty dictators.
While we're picking at nits, though, "Editors", or even "real Editors," doesn't require capitalization--only to their staff are they God-like, and perhaps even then only if the editor is Harold Ross. The Post, on the other hand, probably deserves it, even when they don't know things.
Of course, the way that's written suggests that "driving in Maryland," rather than "being a Maryland driver," implies that consent. It's a little slippery if J. Random Tourist drives here with a license from, say, Montana.
IANAL, but I suspect that you'd be in the same boat as a conscientious objector--you can't object to just this war, you need to show that you object to all wars.
BTW, I believe that in most states you can indeed refuse a Breathalyzer, but your refusal to do so is grounds for suspension of your driver's license. It's kind of a click-through thing for drivers.
As for collision safety, well, that wasn't too much of a concern with the VW either. :)
Longer than Genesis? Sure about that?
CHIRP! Hey, wassup, bro!
CHIRP! Nothing, man, just riding on the train. Wassup wit you?
CHIRP! Nothing . . . watching TV.
CHIRP! What's on?
CHIRP! Nothing . . . MTV.
I long for the old days, when at least you only had to listen to half of a witless exchange. Sometimes it gets even better, with discussions of burning sensations, and puss . . .
I think you need to look up the words "risk" and "if."
Sure, plenty of folks would volunteer for a risky mission, or even a very risky, one-in-a-million shot, but outright suicide isn't the same thing at all. There's a reason most of us find people who strap bombs to themselves extraordinary and more frightening than, say, a sniper or artillery officer.
Would you trust millions of dollars worth of equipment (including tons of high-explosives) to an openly suicidal individual?
No, Marsicans, but these aliens are really undocumented.
Again, I don't know who in government has the little things. I'd agree that most of the users probably are just cranking out the data on the Xerox line and view the thing as a status toy. At least a few, however, almost have to be people for whom it would be a very valuable tool for necessary work. I'd much rather that emergency workers got instructions in text than try to remember what somebody said over the radio ten minutes ago -- I end up calling my wife from the grocery store rather than remembering the five things she called me about earlier, and the grocery store isn't on fire.
Actually that's exactly my point -- that firetruck has the RIGHT to get by you, no matter how late you are for work.
When you see those flashing red lights and hear the siren, for instance, you're required to pull over and let the firetruck get by, because it's special. I can certainly imagine portions of emergency services that would greatly benefit from a good text service.
...I'm a pervert!? Jeez, Doc, you're the one with all the dirty pictures!
See, what with the "Start Me Up" commercial, I kept waiting for IBM to hire Sammy Hagar to sing "I Can't Drive 95" for them, but alas, they never did. Maybe he could have saved OS/2...:)
The export controls were essentially dropped in 2000, except for exports to nations classed as "terrorist sponsors" -- Cuba, Iran, Iraq, Libya, North Korea, Sudan or Syria. It was a rule change, rather than a change in enforcement.
It's "verbing," as in, "Hey look, I verbed the hell out of that poor noun!"
Sure, I agree that writing good characters instead of after-school specials would probably improve TV, but since the whole damned article is about making characters poster-children for how we think kids ought to grow up, I'm a little confuzzled as to why you picked on my comment. Shouldn't you be grumping at the top of the whole thread, up there where it shows the "Reply" button?
Look, I don't care if Willow's gay, but showing unconventional people in unconventional roles doesn't do much to make them conventional. If I want to show little boys (and their parents) that the arts can be just masculine as all hell, Elton John may not be the best spokesman.
If women are, in fact, being steered away from tech work on the grounds that it's not feminine, then a lesbian character isn't too persuasive. Jane Six-pack already knows that dykes drive trucks and fix motorcycles and stuff. I think the idea here is to encourage the thought that straight women might enjoy working with machines as well.
Willow had enough to carry as a poster-child for "dykes aren't all strapping blondes in overalls and combat boots."
Do we get the "You're a loose cannon, Stimson, and I can't cover for you anymore...!" scene, and the one where he throws his calculator on the desk and resigns? Maybe they could assign him a cocky young partner: "Floppy disk, huh? Yeah, a lot of old timers like those..."
Maybe a comic book, with Grace Hopper as a Nazi-battling superhero...
Bones is kind of fun, but then the main character is also a sort of freak who has to ask about every pop culture comment ("I don't know who that is.") Apparently she rarely leaves the lab or speaks to living people.
Jordan is only mildly weird, and the various CSI* women generally seem to have lives and families (although I'm not sure that any of them, or any of the men, are married.)
The War Powers Act was created precisely to limit what the Executive could do in the absence of a war. FDR, for instance, had a real war, with a declaration of war and everything, and no weird "War Powers" thing.
Nixon, on the other hand, had a police action, or an incursion, or whatever the hell they called it from week to week, and Congress finally up and said, "Look, without a war you can only shoot people for a little while, and then you have to come back to us get permission again." No such requirement exists with an honest-to-God war.
In other words, the War Powers Act is exactly the indication that a state of war does not exist, and really, that shouldn't be a surprise -- neither Osama bin Laden nor "Terror" are nations, and wars are fought between nations.
I think their forefathers avoided morbid obesity more through working really, really hard all the livelong day, mining coal and farming rock and like that. Kickball was probably how they caught up on their sleep.