Really? In the Star Trek episode, "The Enemy Within", the writers wanted Spock to sneak up behind the evil Kirk and knock him out with a punch. Nimoy, the actor who played Spock, thought this was too violent for such a thoughtful character, and he and Shatner worked out an alternate idea that they then demonstrated to Gene Roddenberry. This was the creation of the famous "Vulcan Neck Pinch." In a later episode, there was a need for a Vulcan greeting. Once again, Nimoy came up with the solution, calling upon his own experiences in a synagogue when he was a kid. The actors bring a lot more to their characters than just playing their parts.
This is the Internet. The net is so wide here that you are literally quite likely to find a man that has bitten a dog.
Off-topic, but since you brought it up...
I was four years old. My parents had an overly exuberant keeshond that delighted in nipping at me. It is possible the malevolent hound was only being playful and socializing, but to me it was behaving more like a competitive, overbearing sibling. For example, it never nipped at me when an adult was around. One winter day, after we were all outside in the snow, my mom went upstairs and this treacherous canine knocked me down from behind and nipped at my ears "playfully". Still in my one-piece snowsuit and wearing mittens, I'd had enough of this cantankerous pupstart's behavior, and I demonstrated the evolutionary advantages of an opposable thumb by grabbing his snout with both mittened hands, and finishing with a powerful argument delivered by human incisors directly upon his loathsome, black, wet nose!
Naturally, the little bitch shrieked and whined theatrically over the comeuppance, but I stood over him triumphant. "How do you like it?!"
1826 to 1832 was one year? Then there's this from the article: "By the 1900s malaria had died out in Eastern Ontario, after we learned to eliminate mosquito breeding grounds. Today all that reminds us are the locks and dams, and graveyards, of the Rideau Canal." So they had breeding grounds in Ontario that survived every winter and it was draining wetlands that eliminated the illness.
I work at a Catholic university. When I first started here, I was extremely cautious about my agnostic views, but over time learned that most of the people here are open to and nice about alternative views. I've even become friends with the campus ministry and they know of my leanings. I think part of it is that I'm as respectful of their views as they are of mine and we work together with common purpose. I know Catholics, Jews, Buddhists, Muslims, and even atheists on staff and in faculty, and have never witnessed any kind of retribution against anyone because of their religious beliefs.
Gmail, Facebook, and other such services are all places I can easily lie to and tell to fuck off when I want. It's really easy to practice disinformation with them without any retribution beyond a slightly elevated risk of losing one of my accounts with them.
If I try that with the government, I will face fines, imprisonment, or worse.
We'd put into Cygnet XIV for general repair and maintenance. Cygnet XIV is a planet dominated by women. They seemed to feel the ship's computer system lacked personality. They gave it one. Female, of course.
It shouldn't have gotten to the court in the first place. If Inglewood council members were at all competent, they would have realized Teixeira's speech was protected and left him alone. Now they've drawn extra scrutiny.
I'm astonished at the number of people who don't get this. It isn't the first thing he asks casually, it's the first thing he asks once they're hooked to the polygraph. Not exactly brilliant humor, but it was worth a chuckle and certainly beats "First Post!"
Another former subscriber here, and I just can't tolerate the obvious bias that has crept into the once-great publication. I subscribed for years, then let it lapse, picked it up again out of nostalgia, let it lapse, and now completely ignore it.
The visitor's center view of the launch facility is now blocked by a stand of trees that has grown considerably over the years. One recommended viewing area is on the causeway between Chincoteague and Assoteague Islands.
Another possible site was a location I scouted out last weekend where Arbuckle Neck road dead-ends into Oyster Bay. That gave me this view of the launchpad area. The rocket pad itself is the last tall building to the right of the water tower.
Al Gore also claimed the temperature of the core of the Earth is "millions of degrees" on Conan O'Brien. Unfortunately, that one went out on national television, so no one on his staff can make the claim that he'd been misquoted.
I noticed Twinkies back on the shelf a couple weeks ago. I ran up to the stack, hefted a box lovingly and said, "I knew you couldn't resist me for long!" A stockboy standing nearby laughed, but what does a mere lad know of true love?
Now I know, however, a shadow has fallen upon this romance. In Twinkies' absence, I tried Tastykake's Dreamies. Her smooth, flavorful cream enrobed in fresh, rich-tasting sponge cake was more than simple comfort when Twinkies left. Dreamies shared sensations with me that were unfulfilled fantasies when Twinkies were my sole companion. Every night after dinner with Dreamies was an exquisite exploration of forbidden flavor. Sometimes, I even had two!
When Twinkies came back, my heart and stomach pounded; lovers reunited! We left the grocery store and I buckled my box safely into the passenger seat and started the engine. At the first traffic light, I reached over and deftly parted her cardboard folds and reached for the treasures within. Cellophane yielded willingly at the next red light and soon familiar flavors and textures burst in my mouth!
Something was wrong.
My tastebuds now expected the fresher, richer flavors of Dreamies. Twinkies had a familiar, hydrogenized aftertaste, but Dreamies didn't. I don't think my companion noticed at the time, but when we got home, I put her on the shelf and have only reached for her twice since then. I've even... shared her with my wife and little boy. "Yes, please! Help yourselves!"
There's no way Twinkies doesn't know now. Something has changed between us. I think I hear sobbing in the kitchen when she doesn't know I'm near. I feel bad, but I know she feels worse because she was the one who left. I want to make it work, but Twinkies just can't bring me the sensations for which I yearn. I've... moved on.
You know, I think it was mine as well. I liked that combination of bat-shit crazy on one page and healthy skepticism on another, with some artwork by Giger or Syd Meade tucked away somewhere in between.
I think we're looking at this from a similar perspective. Sufficiently advanced technology is indistinguishable from magic as viewed from a primitive perspective, but a sufficiently advanced technology can tell the difference. Consider Mr. Spock. Being half Vulcan in a universe that allows psychic phenomena, it is possible for him to touch any intelligent being and "mind meld" with them. But if he had technological telepathy, for example, in a universe that otherwise does not have real psychic phenomena, would he have been able to interface so easily with Old Mother Horta? Or would he first have to outfit her with tech that allows for such an interface -- with all the complexities introduced by fundamentally different evolutionary paths to intelligence?
You're thinking of a kind of technological telepathy, and believe me, I've given lots of thought to that. But I specifically mentioned ESP, which is kind of a catch-all that also includes clairvoyance and precognition, and bundles all this stuff up under a paranormal, psychic forces banner. And that's the key here. Even if I'd said "telepathy", it's fair to argue that you're not talking about the same thing since most supporters of the paranormal aren't talking about technological enhancements, but gifted individuals who somehow already possess these talents without any need for technological support.
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Moving your goalposts much?
Really? In the Star Trek episode, "The Enemy Within", the writers wanted Spock to sneak up behind the evil Kirk and knock him out with a punch. Nimoy, the actor who played Spock, thought this was too violent for such a thoughtful character, and he and Shatner worked out an alternate idea that they then demonstrated to Gene Roddenberry. This was the creation of the famous "Vulcan Neck Pinch." In a later episode, there was a need for a Vulcan greeting. Once again, Nimoy came up with the solution, calling upon his own experiences in a synagogue when he was a kid. The actors bring a lot more to their characters than just playing their parts.
Off-topic, but since you brought it up ...
I was four years old. My parents had an overly exuberant keeshond that delighted in nipping at me. It is possible the malevolent hound was only being playful and socializing, but to me it was behaving more like a competitive, overbearing sibling. For example, it never nipped at me when an adult was around. One winter day, after we were all outside in the snow, my mom went upstairs and this treacherous canine knocked me down from behind and nipped at my ears "playfully". Still in my one-piece snowsuit and wearing mittens, I'd had enough of this cantankerous pupstart's behavior, and I demonstrated the evolutionary advantages of an opposable thumb by grabbing his snout with both mittened hands, and finishing with a powerful argument delivered by human incisors directly upon his loathsome, black, wet nose!
Naturally, the little bitch shrieked and whined theatrically over the comeuppance, but I stood over him triumphant. "How do you like it?!"
Daaaag ... and here I was hoping to step in on this one! Well done, sir. Well done.
1826 to 1832 was one year? Then there's this from the article: "By the 1900s malaria had died out in Eastern Ontario, after we learned to eliminate mosquito breeding grounds. Today all that reminds us are the locks and dams, and graveyards, of the Rideau Canal." So they had breeding grounds in Ontario that survived every winter and it was draining wetlands that eliminated the illness.
Malaria was present in Canada in the 19th century. http://www.mysteriesofcanada.c...
I work at a Catholic university. When I first started here, I was extremely cautious about my agnostic views, but over time learned that most of the people here are open to and nice about alternative views. I've even become friends with the campus ministry and they know of my leanings. I think part of it is that I'm as respectful of their views as they are of mine and we work together with common purpose. I know Catholics, Jews, Buddhists, Muslims, and even atheists on staff and in faculty, and have never witnessed any kind of retribution against anyone because of their religious beliefs.
Gmail, Facebook, and other such services are all places I can easily lie to and tell to fuck off when I want. It's really easy to practice disinformation with them without any retribution beyond a slightly elevated risk of losing one of my accounts with them.
If I try that with the government, I will face fines, imprisonment, or worse.
If the AI in Cortana were any good it would be able to predict which of its users are most likely going to engage in harassing behaviors.
And then what?
We'd put into Cygnet XIV for general repair and maintenance. Cygnet XIV is a planet dominated by women. They seemed to feel the ship's computer system lacked personality. They gave it one. Female, of course.
There you go again, Anonymous! Don't you understand you look kinda crazy when you argue with yourself like that?
Nope, sorry. It's called Javascript, but it has nothing to do with Java. It's a totally different, interpreted language.
It shouldn't have gotten to the court in the first place. If Inglewood council members were at all competent, they would have realized Teixeira's speech was protected and left him alone. Now they've drawn extra scrutiny.
"No great social upheaval has happened because of it."
I remember my boss saying something similar about micro computers in 1980. Probably something similar was said about electricity once or twice, too.
I'm astonished at the number of people who don't get this. It isn't the first thing he asks casually, it's the first thing he asks once they're hooked to the polygraph. Not exactly brilliant humor, but it was worth a chuckle and certainly beats "First Post!"
Yes, but what if one of the snipers breaks a law? Hmmm? Who snipes the snipers?
And by the time you live in a tyranny or police state, something bad has happened.
Another former subscriber here, and I just can't tolerate the obvious bias that has crept into the once-great publication. I subscribed for years, then let it lapse, picked it up again out of nostalgia, let it lapse, and now completely ignore it.
The visitor's center view of the launch facility is now blocked by a stand of trees that has grown considerably over the years. One recommended viewing area is on the causeway between Chincoteague and Assoteague Islands.
http://www.chincoteague-va.gov/pdf/LADEE%20Rocket%20Launch-Viewing%20Areas.pdf
Another possible site was a location I scouted out last weekend where Arbuckle Neck road dead-ends into Oyster Bay. That gave me this view of the launchpad area. The rocket pad itself is the last tall building to the right of the water tower.
Al Gore also claimed the temperature of the core of the Earth is "millions of degrees" on Conan O'Brien. Unfortunately, that one went out on national television, so no one on his staff can make the claim that he'd been misquoted.
While this is hardly the sole culprit, in 1998, the the National Institute of Health adopted a new definition of overweight. That is responsible for at least part of the increase shown since that time.
I noticed Twinkies back on the shelf a couple weeks ago. I ran up to the stack, hefted a box lovingly and said, "I knew you couldn't resist me for long!" A stockboy standing nearby laughed, but what does a mere lad know of true love?
... shared her with my wife and little boy. "Yes, please! Help yourselves!"
... moved on.
Now I know, however, a shadow has fallen upon this romance. In Twinkies' absence, I tried Tastykake's Dreamies. Her smooth, flavorful cream enrobed in fresh, rich-tasting sponge cake was more than simple comfort when Twinkies left. Dreamies shared sensations with me that were unfulfilled fantasies when Twinkies were my sole companion. Every night after dinner with Dreamies was an exquisite exploration of forbidden flavor. Sometimes, I even had two!
When Twinkies came back, my heart and stomach pounded; lovers reunited! We left the grocery store and I buckled my box safely into the passenger seat and started the engine. At the first traffic light, I reached over and deftly parted her cardboard folds and reached for the treasures within. Cellophane yielded willingly at the next red light and soon familiar flavors and textures burst in my mouth!
Something was wrong.
My tastebuds now expected the fresher, richer flavors of Dreamies. Twinkies had a familiar, hydrogenized aftertaste, but Dreamies didn't. I don't think my companion noticed at the time, but when we got home, I put her on the shelf and have only reached for her twice since then. I've even
There's no way Twinkies doesn't know now. Something has changed between us. I think I hear sobbing in the kitchen when she doesn't know I'm near. I feel bad, but I know she feels worse because she was the one who left. I want to make it work, but Twinkies just can't bring me the sensations for which I yearn. I've
You know, I think it was mine as well. I liked that combination of bat-shit crazy on one page and healthy skepticism on another, with some artwork by Giger or Syd Meade tucked away somewhere in between.
I think we're looking at this from a similar perspective. Sufficiently advanced technology is indistinguishable from magic as viewed from a primitive perspective, but a sufficiently advanced technology can tell the difference. Consider Mr. Spock. Being half Vulcan in a universe that allows psychic phenomena, it is possible for him to touch any intelligent being and "mind meld" with them. But if he had technological telepathy, for example, in a universe that otherwise does not have real psychic phenomena, would he have been able to interface so easily with Old Mother Horta? Or would he first have to outfit her with tech that allows for such an interface -- with all the complexities introduced by fundamentally different evolutionary paths to intelligence?
You're thinking of a kind of technological telepathy, and believe me, I've given lots of thought to that. But I specifically mentioned ESP, which is kind of a catch-all that also includes clairvoyance and precognition, and bundles all this stuff up under a paranormal, psychic forces banner. And that's the key here. Even if I'd said "telepathy", it's fair to argue that you're not talking about the same thing since most supporters of the paranormal aren't talking about technological enhancements, but gifted individuals who somehow already possess these talents without any need for technological support.