Actually, it probably wouldn't be that much worse getting one to the head than the rest of your body. I got a nail right into the back of my head once, and it did basically nothing. Admittedly, I was a springy-brained kid at the time, but a needle of a line through most any part of your brain is no real problem to work around.
Anybody remember that thing a few years ago about how MRI's don't show brain activity until after you do something? That wasn't really saying that your life is random and you're just rationalizing it, it just pointed out that your higher brain really isn't doing that much most of the time. 90% of the time you're coasting on the middle and lower brain. Conversations with coworkers are predictable and formulaic, so your big fancy brain hands it off to your brain stem and saves some glucose in case a puma tries to eat you.
For this post, the most my higher brain probably put in was the subject. Then some subroutines just stuck together memories and turned them into text. I didn't even have to consider typing it, that got handed off when I first sat down.
This means a lot for brain damage. Like in Hannibal. If somebody scoops out the right brain-bit, you could actually loose your subroutine for manners. There are actually people who've had strokes and lost certain, highly specific abilities. Like the ability to name fruit, in one textbook case. Just fruit, vegetables are fine, and just names. Show them an apple, they'll know it gets made into pies, they'll know if they like it or not, but the name they'll be clueless about. You could tell them it, and they'll remember as long as it's in their short term memory, but a few seconds later, it'll be gone, because the fruit naming call-up function got crushed by a blood clot.
From what I understand, that kind of thing will get adapted to in most cases, like your brain will start putting fruit under vegetables, and making a meta-function to deal with that irregularity.
Not like that stuff happens every time you get knocked in the head, it's just cool. My point is, a cell-sized hole through your head would have to be lined up incredibly well to kill you. You probably wouldn't even notice. And I'm not a neurosurgeon, I just play one on TV.
Come on now, "Commander Tacowalker" can always just set up a/. server inside the game, so your character can post on Slashdot through the Holonet. This just opens up the door for/.ers to ascend to the level of meta-loser. Think of it... nerds sitting in their dank hovels playing Star Wars Galaxies, where their wrinkled, green Jedi avatars sit in their own dank hovels posting on/.
That'd just make it even worse. You should be able to park your ass under a Midiclorian tree and meditate yourself up some Force though. That would be good. Maybe something like finding a place where a Jedi got killed previously, like the cave by Yoda's house.
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*FWHOOOOOOMMM* "SON OF A BITCH!!!" "Uh oh. I think they hit Azrael..." ... "Why the fuck is the can always a launch window for these people?! I swear, if I hadn't gotten up just then, those little bastards would've been in such a world of shit..." "Heheh. I bet they're trying to get you back for Soddom! Get it? Soddom? Heh." "Do you have to use that one every chance you get, Michael?" "Yes. Wait... World of shit! Ha! I missed that one!! You're hilarious, man... angel... whatever." "RrrrrAHHH! WHERE'S MY FLAMING SWORD? I will bust some DIVINE JUSTICE on ALL YOUR ASSES!" ... "Come on, Enoch, that was pretty funny. Asses. Ha." "Michael, you are such a dork. Why didn't he read the note He put on the door?" "You're the only one who can ever read His handwriting." "Oh, right. I wish He's use that label maker we got him..." "Who writes 7-dimensional "E"s anyway?"
They don't call it Black Friday in ads, just when they're talking to themselves. It's probably just executives feeling uncomfortable getting excitied about "the day after Thanksgiving sale" so they come up with a cool-sounding name.
It's not just putting on suspenders and faking a southern accent so the jury likes you. There's paperwork. The richer side can hire more secretaries, who can produce enough paperwork to drown your side. That means you'll have to ask the judge for delays, which will piss them off. Also, it gives the opposition plenty of chances to cry unfair about how your side's "stalling" on all their crap. It's like all those movies where the guy gets screwed because he didn't deliver whatever paper to the court on time. If it's random 133t d00d vs. Wal-Mart, it's not hard to make sure d00d ends up in a situation like that a few times.
* 90% based on Law & Order, 10% based on a friend who got sued
Agreed. Clearly, we must make every effort to force meteor astronomers into agriculture, medicine and aerospace engineering. All those teachers and lawyers and whatever need to get with the program too. These space ark's ain't gonna build themselves. Slashdot can keep running though. Clearly, if such clever, worldly people as ourselves can take time out from curing the several, highly select ills of the world we have chosen as important to post here, it must worthwhile.
Really? Wow. I bet all the people opposing invading Iraq will be embarassed when they hear that. Well, I suppose they'll be happy to hear that the USA will probably be protecting Iraq if they ever have a problem with terrorists.
I can understand not believing in God, the moon landings, CowboyNeal, etc. That's healthy skepticism, but not believing in Voltron... That just seems wrong. We need an Office of Giant Robot Lion Based Initiatives or something fast, before we turn into a nation of Voltronless commie bastards.
No, he started at 0. Bad karma and all. Like the +1 Bonus.
Incidentally, I lost all my respect for Corvettes after I saw one with a type-R sticker. I'm sticking to lusting after classic Mustangs. At least you can trust them not to cruise around with an automatic transmission trying to spin their tires.
Yeah, that was the first problem I thought of too. I figured that the rider would deal with that on their own. It really is basically like walking. If you try and run down a hill, you'll have to be able to go fast enough to keep up with your upper body. If you notice you're going too fast, you lean back and start slowing down. The machine wouldn't have to do anything special to handle that, but it would rely on people being able to recognize what's happening. It's more or less instinctive, though. You'd have the point where the whole thing starts tipping forward, and you should have a reflex to pull yourself back, which would fix it.
I can see somebody suing over that, though. Like stupid suburban kids thinking it's a bike and doing downhill races.
Why does everybody pick on Bob when you have Strom Thurmond? Dole at least still looks human. I mean, Strom looked older than Dole when Eisenhower was president.
If it's WAAAAAAY over you're head, you wouldn't get a WHOOOSH! really, would you? You'd only get the WHOOOOSH! if it was just barely over your head or by one of your ears.
Maybe you mean to suggest that strained analogies equating Windows with metaphorical artistic poverty in an attempt to make/. editors seem like slightly less boorish hacks have those little whistly things like on Vortex footballs.
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I'm a fucker for pointing this out, but somebody would've figured it out anyway. look.
Be careful, kids. Get Phoenix and block images on a per-domain basis today!
Phoenix, probably Mozilla too. Right click on an image and you get "Save Image As..." yadda yadda "Block Images from this Server".
"Servicemen" is the word you're looking for. I don't think that one works all the time either, but it's closer.
Actually, it probably wouldn't be that much worse getting one to the head than the rest of your body. I got a nail right into the back of my head once, and it did basically nothing. Admittedly, I was a springy-brained kid at the time, but a needle of a line through most any part of your brain is no real problem to work around.
Anybody remember that thing a few years ago about how MRI's don't show brain activity until after you do something? That wasn't really saying that your life is random and you're just rationalizing it, it just pointed out that your higher brain really isn't doing that much most of the time. 90% of the time you're coasting on the middle and lower brain. Conversations with coworkers are predictable and formulaic, so your big fancy brain hands it off to your brain stem and saves some glucose in case a puma tries to eat you.
For this post, the most my higher brain probably put in was the subject. Then some subroutines just stuck together memories and turned them into text. I didn't even have to consider typing it, that got handed off when I first sat down.
This means a lot for brain damage. Like in Hannibal. If somebody scoops out the right brain-bit, you could actually loose your subroutine for manners. There are actually people who've had strokes and lost certain, highly specific abilities. Like the ability to name fruit, in one textbook case. Just fruit, vegetables are fine, and just names. Show them an apple, they'll know it gets made into pies, they'll know if they like it or not, but the name they'll be clueless about. You could tell them it, and they'll remember as long as it's in their short term memory, but a few seconds later, it'll be gone, because the fruit naming call-up function got crushed by a blood clot.
From what I understand, that kind of thing will get adapted to in most cases, like your brain will start putting fruit under vegetables, and making a meta-function to deal with that irregularity.
Not like that stuff happens every time you get knocked in the head, it's just cool. My point is, a cell-sized hole through your head would have to be lined up incredibly well to kill you. You probably wouldn't even notice. And I'm not a neurosurgeon, I just play one on TV.
"With all the money we're making from this movie, we could buy a lot of plane tickets..."
How many people wanna kick some ass...
Of course, we'd try for that but end up with "Tellem Steve-Dave!"
Yes. Yes I do. He calls himself Ted, but really, how many incomprehensible, immense blobs of fat can there be?
Come on now, "Commander Tacowalker" can always just set up a /. server inside the game, so your character can post on Slashdot through the Holonet. This just opens up the door for /.ers to ascend to the level of meta-loser. Think of it... nerds sitting in their dank hovels playing Star Wars Galaxies, where their wrinkled, green Jedi avatars sit in their own dank hovels posting on /.
...from the stink, I mean.
It almost brings a tears to your eyes...
That'd just make it even worse. You should be able to park your ass under a Midiclorian tree and meditate yourself up some Force though. That would be good. Maybe something like finding a place where a Jedi got killed previously, like the cave by Yoda's house.
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Fabulous!
*FWHOOOOOOMMM*
"SON OF A BITCH!!!"
"Uh oh. I think they hit Azrael..."
...
"Why the fuck is the can always a launch window for these people?! I swear, if I hadn't gotten up just then, those little bastards would've been in such a world of shit..."
"Heheh. I bet they're trying to get you back for Soddom! Get it? Soddom? Heh."
"Do you have to use that one every chance you get, Michael?"
"Yes. Wait... World of shit! Ha! I missed that one!! You're hilarious, man... angel... whatever."
"RrrrrAHHH! WHERE'S MY FLAMING SWORD? I will bust some DIVINE JUSTICE on ALL YOUR ASSES!"
...
"Come on, Enoch, that was pretty funny. Asses. Ha."
"Michael, you are such a dork. Why didn't he read the note He put on the door?"
"You're the only one who can ever read His handwriting."
"Oh, right. I wish He's use that label maker we got him..."
"Who writes 7-dimensional "E"s anyway?"
SHIT! I fell out of my goddamn chair. That's thing's fucking hilarious. We need a +5 funny here right now.
This is a tricky one, doubly obfuscated.
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Fabulous.
They don't call it Black Friday in ads, just when they're talking to themselves. It's probably just executives feeling uncomfortable getting excitied about "the day after Thanksgiving sale" so they come up with a cool-sounding name.
It's not just putting on suspenders and faking a southern accent so the jury likes you. There's paperwork. The richer side can hire more secretaries, who can produce enough paperwork to drown your side. That means you'll have to ask the judge for delays, which will piss them off. Also, it gives the opposition plenty of chances to cry unfair about how your side's "stalling" on all their crap. It's like all those movies where the guy gets screwed because he didn't deliver whatever paper to the court on time. If it's random 133t d00d vs. Wal-Mart, it's not hard to make sure d00d ends up in a situation like that a few times.
* 90% based on Law & Order, 10% based on a friend who got sued
Agreed. Clearly, we must make every effort to force meteor astronomers into agriculture, medicine and aerospace engineering. All those teachers and lawyers and whatever need to get with the program too. These space ark's ain't gonna build themselves. Slashdot can keep running though. Clearly, if such clever, worldly people as ourselves can take time out from curing the several, highly select ills of the world we have chosen as important to post here, it must worthwhile.
Really? Wow. I bet all the people opposing invading Iraq will be embarassed when they hear that. Well, I suppose they'll be happy to hear that the USA will probably be protecting Iraq if they ever have a problem with terrorists.
Well, volcanoes are the optimal location for doomsday devices, so why not put the anti-doomsday devices in the same place?
I can understand not believing in God, the moon landings, CowboyNeal, etc. That's healthy skepticism, but not believing in Voltron... That just seems wrong. We need an Office of Giant Robot Lion Based Initiatives or something fast, before we turn into a nation of Voltronless commie bastards.
The guy did make wheelchairs before this thing. That kind of thing might have been what he was thinking about when he first came up with it.
No, he started at 0. Bad karma and all. Like the +1 Bonus.
Incidentally, I lost all my respect for Corvettes after I saw one with a type-R sticker. I'm sticking to lusting after classic Mustangs. At least you can trust them not to cruise around with an automatic transmission trying to spin their tires.
Yeah, that was the first problem I thought of too. I figured that the rider would deal with that on their own. It really is basically like walking. If you try and run down a hill, you'll have to be able to go fast enough to keep up with your upper body. If you notice you're going too fast, you lean back and start slowing down. The machine wouldn't have to do anything special to handle that, but it would rely on people being able to recognize what's happening. It's more or less instinctive, though. You'd have the point where the whole thing starts tipping forward, and you should have a reflex to pull yourself back, which would fix it.
I can see somebody suing over that, though. Like stupid suburban kids thinking it's a bike and doing downhill races.
Why does everybody pick on Bob when you have Strom Thurmond? Dole at least still looks human. I mean, Strom looked older than Dole when Eisenhower was president.
Oh, and YEARRRGHH!
I'll be sad when the guy finally dies and it's politically incorrect to comment on how how much better he looks enbalmed.
If it's WAAAAAAY over you're head, you wouldn't get a WHOOOSH! really, would you? You'd only get the WHOOOOSH! if it was just barely over your head or by one of your ears.
/. editors seem like slightly less boorish hacks have those little whistly things like on Vortex footballs.
Maybe you mean to suggest that strained analogies equating Windows with metaphorical artistic poverty in an attempt to make
Those things are cool.
Holy Crap. Are there any apartments available in this magical fairy kingdom of yours?
You gotta be pretty damn straight to say that anyone looks better topless than Archer.
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Now, if you'll excuse me...
Oh, Dr. Beckett, you're so dreamy...