One serious question... how do they know they've simulated it correctly? In order to effectively simulate something with overwhelming correctness, you have to have an exact match of results. In other words, you can roughly simulate most of any detonation, but you have to know that you cannot exactly simulate any detonation, even of a firecracker. Shy of explododing a real nuke, you cannot simulate it with any true confidence. I mean, I've simulated asking many women out on dates, but field data strongly contrasts with said simulations. That being said, here's my simulation of and exploding nuke, on the cheap: BOOM!
Now, all that's needed is a simulated giant mutated dinosaur threatening simulated Japanese villagers until the simulated Japanese government brings in the simulated boy-genius and his simulated sidekicks to combat it with a simulated giant ninja robot! Being part of the very future I imagined as a child is the most fun I have ever had.
I love listening to my brother play guitar and the rest of my siblings sing along, even if we stink and it's Christmas and Mom keeps requesting "that song that you did when we were at Bernice's... YOU REMEMBER!". Music is not just some cold, static commodity that you can keep repackaging and selling successfully, unless you articulate how people SHARE it. Why do you think that the language has gotten fouler, the talent has ebbed to invisibility, and voyeurism has replaced observed performance? The music industry (envision a sausage grinder if you care to) is going through the cycle that motion pictures are trapped in. In order to repeat ever-increasing ideas of sales points and rising budgets for everyone, they have to make appeal broader and more titillating. So, broader is kids (infinitely deep pockets, absolutely no taste, outnumbering the rest of the world by 4x), and titillating is sex and rebellious violence (insert pop diva and rap-core star here). Sad side-effect: In an effort to hide the neuroses that drove them to buy toupee's, tummy-tucks and PT Cruisers, some adults will even buy the watered down, well, water that passes for musical talent. The driving force in all musics is society. To clear the fog a bit, I suggest we follow the making of Britney's latest album from the four minutes of writing songs to the six weeks in costuming, six weeks in coreography, eight weeks in post-production fixing her voice-breaks, and the fact that you can't find her guitarist because the rascal changed his name to work on the project. Then we could try this experiment: Have a headlining rap star do an entire album without getting anywhere NEAR the outright theft of talent by sampling and looping, and watch that album shoot through the iron roof of sales like a moist piece of cheese toast. If I want to ENJOY music, I just have to wait until Christmas again. If I want to buy music, I'm fairly whipped. I know it's a business, but I'm tired of being on it's business end.
Paint the drives aluminum, move the access panel to the top section of the side wall, waterproof this obvious aluminum coffee table, run liquid nitrogen through it and carve a huge Pd in it (for Perdition, natch). Have it here by Friday week, and name your price.
Yeah, and I suppose everyone would be happier if they had to drive a stock car racer to work, too. 600 horses of pure, unadulterated power with a seat and harness system that requires contortionism to use, no radio, no air, no real back seat, stuck in traffic. Yes, the world would be a happier place indeed if everyone knew how to build their own log cabins from scratch using only a butter knife and a can of spam. Why, we could measure our own hot water into the washing machine with a soda straw, and hand-agitate it for maximum effectiveness! How 1337 would THAT be? Oh, my, if only we all could strut our technical prowess in everyday tasks! Why, I could replace my remote control with a unit that has two buttons only that broadcasts either a 0 or a 1 and change channels and volume with BINARY! YES! I can feel it now, mama! ONE HUGE HIGH-SCHOOL MODEL SUBMARINE CLUB RULING THE WORLD! We could make everything operate like a model submarine and serve punch mixed by lil' bitty submarines chained together in the punchbowl! We'll replace surgeons' scapels with lil' model submarines! Darn those surgeons and their need for a tool that just does what they want! USE the SUBMARINE, DR. GREEN! Bring back the hand-cranked phone. Bring back the seven-step starting procedure of the Model A (for you hackers, a model A is a really old car that was made by Ford, dudez). Bring back hand-tanning of your own leather to make moccasins! Oh, yes, add innumerable steps to our everyday lives, THAT'S WHAT COMPUTERS ARE FOR!
OR
We could make computer interfaces that require only those who WANT to dink with settings to ever have to. We could make OSes that actually get tasks done, and only tasks done. We could open computing to the (hopefully temporarily)illiterate and handicapped. We could, but they might be as 1337 as us then, might'nt they? Can't let that happen, can we, Stanley? I wish every techno-head who states that people should either: a) learn the CLI and the meaning of bin or b) be relegated to an overpriced, crashy, non-secured OS, would have to walk into a dentist office and be handed a drill and told to get to work on themselves. Expertise and aptitude carry as much responsibility as they do priviledge. If you hackers are so hot, make an OS that my cataract-dimmed mother can use to e-mail her grandkids even if she can't see anything smaller than 18-point fonts. Make it free, and make it reliable. If you can't, then go talk to each other in your high towers of computing prowess and leave the other 97% of us alone and in peace. You talk a great game, but the only ones you amuse are yourselves. You sit quivering at the prospect than one day the world might not need you as gatekeepers to the shrine of *nix. Well, quiver no longer. It's coming, and I for one will absolutely have a bald baby monkey when it does from sheer joy. Here, Elroy, have another bottle of Bawls and a light-up keychain that says SLACK. Relax in the knowledge that you don't seem to have a task or an accomplishment, because you traded it in for a lifestyle and a sub-culture.
Pick him up and take him out, I'm through with him.
Kudos to the people who care if people can actually use something, not just "operate" it. Lycoris may not have it all figured out, but at least they understand who made whom.
that rearranged Drake in the Wallies... I even intermingled it with XP so that people could make the connection. One day, I took my 'Drake loaded laptop into the mall food court and was typing away. A guy was sitting near me and saw that this wasn't Windows and asked me about it. When I told him the price at Wal-Mart, he just about gagged. Seems he had spent around 400 bucks "upgrading" to XP about a week before. Needless to say, he said he was going to "check it out".
but wasn't there some American tinkerer a few years back who developed a set of spring-powered "legs" you wore like a weird body-brace that let you run up to 30 m.p.h. and jump a six-foot standstill vertical? I forget where I saw it, but despite the ungainly pose, it looked like more fun than the Big Wheel. Now, gas-powered shoes you can keep, but if someone knows if any info on the spring-legs is (hopefully on the 'net), let me in on it.
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One serious question... how do they know they've simulated it correctly? In order to effectively simulate something with overwhelming correctness, you have to have an exact match of results. In other words, you can roughly simulate most of any detonation, but you have to know that you cannot exactly simulate any detonation, even of a firecracker. Shy of explododing a real nuke, you cannot simulate it with any true confidence. I mean, I've simulated asking many women out on dates, but field data strongly contrasts with said simulations. That being said, here's my simulation of and exploding nuke, on the cheap: BOOM!
Is everyone okay?
Now, all that's needed is a simulated giant mutated dinosaur threatening simulated Japanese villagers until the simulated Japanese government brings in the simulated boy-genius and his simulated sidekicks to combat it with a simulated giant ninja robot! Being part of the very future I imagined as a child is the most fun I have ever had.
I can see paying for this. Indeed.
it's choreography, isn't it? Sorry.
I love listening to my brother play guitar and the rest of my siblings sing along, even if we stink and it's Christmas and Mom keeps requesting "that song that you did when we were at Bernice's... YOU REMEMBER!". Music is not just some cold, static commodity that you can keep repackaging and selling successfully, unless you articulate how people SHARE it. Why do you think that the language has gotten fouler, the talent has ebbed to invisibility, and voyeurism has replaced observed performance? The music industry (envision a sausage grinder if you care to) is going through the cycle that motion pictures are trapped in. In order to repeat ever-increasing ideas of sales points and rising budgets for everyone, they have to make appeal broader and more titillating. So, broader is kids (infinitely deep pockets, absolutely no taste, outnumbering the rest of the world by 4x), and titillating is sex and rebellious violence (insert pop diva and rap-core star here). Sad side-effect: In an effort to hide the neuroses that drove them to buy toupee's, tummy-tucks and PT Cruisers, some adults will even buy the watered down, well, water that passes for musical talent. The driving force in all musics is society. To clear the fog a bit, I suggest we follow the making of Britney's latest album from the four minutes of writing songs to the six weeks in costuming, six weeks in coreography, eight weeks in post-production fixing her voice-breaks, and the fact that you can't find her guitarist because the rascal changed his name to work on the project. Then we could try this experiment: Have a headlining rap star do an entire album without getting anywhere NEAR the outright theft of talent by sampling and looping, and watch that album shoot through the iron roof of sales like a moist piece of cheese toast. If I want to ENJOY music, I just have to wait until Christmas again. If I want to buy music, I'm fairly whipped. I know it's a business, but I'm tired of being on it's business end.
Paint the drives aluminum, move the access panel to the top section of the side wall, waterproof this obvious aluminum coffee table, run liquid nitrogen through it and carve a huge Pd in it (for Perdition, natch). Have it here by Friday week, and name your price.
Yeah, and I suppose everyone would be happier if they had to drive a stock car racer to work, too. 600 horses of pure, unadulterated power with a seat and harness system that requires contortionism to use, no radio, no air, no real back seat, stuck in traffic. Yes, the world would be a happier place indeed if everyone knew how to build their own log cabins from scratch using only a butter knife and a can of spam. Why, we could measure our own hot water into the washing machine with a soda straw, and hand-agitate it for maximum effectiveness! How 1337 would THAT be? Oh, my, if only we all could strut our technical prowess in everyday tasks! Why, I could replace my remote control with a unit that has two buttons only that broadcasts either a 0 or a 1 and change channels and volume with BINARY! YES! I can feel it now, mama! ONE HUGE HIGH-SCHOOL MODEL SUBMARINE CLUB RULING THE WORLD! We could make everything operate like a model submarine and serve punch mixed by lil' bitty submarines chained together in the punchbowl! We'll replace surgeons' scapels with lil' model submarines! Darn those surgeons and their need for a tool that just does what they want! USE the SUBMARINE, DR. GREEN! Bring back the hand-cranked phone. Bring back the seven-step starting procedure of the Model A (for you hackers, a model A is a really old car that was made by Ford, dudez). Bring back hand-tanning of your own leather to make moccasins! Oh, yes, add innumerable steps to our everyday lives, THAT'S WHAT COMPUTERS ARE FOR!
OR
We could make computer interfaces that require only those who WANT to dink with settings to ever have to. We could make OSes that actually get tasks done, and only tasks done. We could open computing to the (hopefully temporarily)illiterate and handicapped. We could, but they might be as 1337 as us then, might'nt they? Can't let that happen, can we, Stanley? I wish every techno-head who states that people should either: a) learn the CLI and the meaning of bin or b) be relegated to an overpriced, crashy, non-secured OS, would have to walk into a dentist office and be handed a drill and told to get to work on themselves. Expertise and aptitude carry as much responsibility as they do priviledge. If you hackers are so hot, make an OS that my cataract-dimmed mother can use to e-mail her grandkids even if she can't see anything smaller than 18-point fonts. Make it free, and make it reliable. If you can't, then go talk to each other in your high towers of computing prowess and leave the other 97% of us alone and in peace. You talk a great game, but the only ones you amuse are yourselves. You sit quivering at the prospect than one day the world might not need you as gatekeepers to the shrine of *nix. Well, quiver no longer. It's coming, and I for one will absolutely have a bald baby monkey when it does from sheer joy. Here, Elroy, have another bottle of Bawls and a light-up keychain that says SLACK. Relax in the knowledge that you don't seem to have a task or an accomplishment, because you traded it in for a lifestyle and a sub-culture.
Pick him up and take him out, I'm through with him.
Kudos to the people who care if people can actually use something, not just "operate" it. Lycoris may not have it all figured out, but at least they understand who made whom.
I will catch, that's right, CATCH this laser-bolt with my teeth. You heard it right, patrons of the arts, my teeth.
that rearranged Drake in the Wallies... I even intermingled it with XP so that people could make the connection. One day, I took my 'Drake loaded laptop into the mall food court and was typing away. A guy was sitting near me and saw that this wasn't Windows and asked me about it. When I told him the price at Wal-Mart, he just about gagged. Seems he had spent around 400 bucks "upgrading" to XP about a week before. Needless to say, he said he was going to "check it out".
but wasn't there some American tinkerer a few years back who developed a set of spring-powered "legs" you wore like a weird body-brace that let you run up to 30 m.p.h. and jump a six-foot standstill vertical? I forget where I saw it, but despite the ungainly pose, it looked like more fun than the Big Wheel. Now, gas-powered shoes you can keep, but if someone knows if any info on the spring-legs is (hopefully on the 'net), let me in on it.