Hmm...an enourmous crash mat? No. A million firemen with a big net waiting below?...nah. Employing the tractor beam on our Imperial Star Destroyer, thus capturing the rebel Hubble...wait, that's a movie.
Maybe we rig it with a whole bunch of rope and just kinda haul it back? Yeah, that's it. I saw a commercial where they were flying satellites like kites. Dammit, this just might work!
The thought of being able to stabilize the Hubble in order to bring it down is freaky. It's looks difficult enough to put one up from the Shuttle and get the spin right. I remember astronauts going up and fixing one a few years back. That was insane.
If NASA could do it, wonderful. But besides the danger involved...sheesh. I'd hold out for teleport technology first.
One million geeks thinking about maybe getting around to reading an article...maybe later or something. And there may or may not be something keeping them from actually READING the artice. That could have a powerful effect on the cosmos, I suppose.
Bob Slidell: What.. what would you say... you do here?
Tom: Look, I already told you! I deal with the goddamn customers so the engineers don't have to! I have people skills! I am good at dealing with people! Can't you understand that? WHAT THE HELL IS WRONG WITH YOU PEOPLE!
Saying Mass in Latin was just an apology for banning all the books they put on the Index. See, you can't read anything, but we'll teach you the entymology of what we're forbidding!
"The authors of the new book "Crap Jobs" took an unscientific email survey among people in the United Kingdom..."
Unscientific?
In other news, I rule. That's equally valid news.
I wonder who voted. IT managers? Homer Simpson also thought that getting snow moguls slammed into his crotch was "the worst pain ever", even after he had fallen all the way down Springfield Gorge, then back up, and then back down again. My point is, this whole book is relative to whom the statistics were taken from. After RTFA, I still don't know.
You don't want to see the raw and unedited version. It's just a bunch of guys standing around a green room. And Andy Serkis running around in what looks like scuba gear, with wires attatched. Not that interesting, really, IMHO.
Duly noted, Comic Book Store guy. I was not aware of any of the above ideas, you have shown me the light, and I respect the use of the last 10 minutes of your workday on a Friday.
AP: Do you pay much attention to fan reactions to your choices?
Lucas: Not really. The movies are what the movies are.... The thing about science-fiction fans and "Star Wars" fans is they're very independent-thinking people. They all think outside the box, but they all have very strong ideas about what should happen, and they think it should be their way. Which is fine, except I'm making the movies, so I should have it my way.
I have the impression that what the fans want is plot consistancy, not the debacle with "who shot first?" and so on.
Of course he has every right to do what he wants when making a film, but when he changes the course of events when he re-releases one of his films, people are gonna get pissed.
"But the key is moderation. The researchers found three beers would have the opposite effect."...
"Aaaaaaw."
I thought I had a good thing there, for a minute. Dang. Oh, well, if the beer doesn't kill me, the cigarettes will. And if the cigarettes don't kill me, then dammit, I'm just not trying hard enough then.
The best astronauts are found drilling for oil in the North Sea, or some other inhospitable location. It's been stamped with Billy Bob Thornton's approval.
Dude. They were about to cook and eat Luke Skywalker. A bunch of Muppets. Clearly it was at this stage of the scriptwriting process that the absinthe grasped control of Lucas' creative impulses.;)
Don't waste your time on these lemons. Any player of KotoR, reader of the fanboy novels (not a troll here, I include myself...) or generally insightful mind knows that Endor was a cross-breed between a cop out on Lucas' part regarding his inability to put Kashyyk to the screen, and his new found love for Muppets. Need I say that it all went downhill from there.
Therefore, if you want to appreciate the works of one of the most successful and lucrative members of the little ones acting guild...
Go rent Willow.
As long as you retain your wonderous child-like suspension of disbelief, your entertainment will have no bounds. With the Ewoks...well. You just might end up getting pissed off. They sure piss me off. Make me wish I had a blowgun. Seriously, Warwick Davis has too fine of acting chops to be wearing a bear cub Muppet outfit and saying things like "Jub-Jub".
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Hmm...an enourmous crash mat? No. A million firemen with a big net waiting below?...nah. Employing the tractor beam on our Imperial Star Destroyer, thus capturing the rebel Hubble...wait, that's a movie.
Maybe we rig it with a whole bunch of rope and just kinda haul it back? Yeah, that's it. I saw a commercial where they were flying satellites like kites. Dammit, this just might work!
The thought of being able to stabilize the Hubble in order to bring it down is freaky. It's looks difficult enough to put one up from the Shuttle and get the spin right. I remember astronauts going up and fixing one a few years back. That was insane.
If NASA could do it, wonderful. But besides the danger involved...sheesh. I'd hold out for teleport technology first.
Quantum causality, and stuff. Y'know.
r rison/Locality/Locality.html
One million geeks thinking about maybe getting around to reading an article...maybe later or something. And there may or may not be something keeping them from actually READING the artice. That could have a powerful effect on the cosmos, I suppose.
http://www.upscale.utoronto.ca/GeneralInterest/Ha
Link goes to explanation of quantum cause and effect.
It's been a long day, and my reading comprehension isn't what it was 10 hours ago, but I read this title as
"New Prophylactics Made with Titanium Foil"
and I said, "Ouch".
Naptime, it is.
Bob Slidell: What.. what would you say... you do here?
Tom: Look, I already told you! I deal with the goddamn customers so the engineers don't have to! I have people skills! I am good at dealing with people! Can't you understand that? WHAT THE HELL IS WRONG WITH YOU PEOPLE!
Saying Mass in Latin was just an apology for banning all the books they put on the Index. See, you can't read anything, but we'll teach you the entymology of what we're forbidding!
"The authors of the new book "Crap Jobs" took an unscientific email survey among people in the United Kingdom..."
Unscientific?
In other news, I rule. That's equally valid news.
I wonder who voted. IT managers? Homer Simpson also thought that getting snow moguls slammed into his crotch was "the worst pain ever", even after he had fallen all the way down Springfield Gorge, then back up, and then back down again. My point is, this whole book is relative to whom the statistics were taken from. After RTFA, I still don't know.
You don't want to see the raw and unedited version. It's just a bunch of guys standing around a green room. And Andy Serkis running around in what looks like scuba gear, with wires attatched. Not that interesting, really, IMHO.
Yes. Now, if you touch a woman's G-Spot, she asks you the obviously rhetorical question,
"Are you Feeling Lucky?"
except, of course, for GAtor! :)
Yeah, Flavor Flav is still cool. Only now he's retro cool.
Duly noted, Comic Book Store guy. I was not aware of any of the above ideas, you have shown me the light, and I respect the use of the last 10 minutes of your workday on a Friday.
1. Write book about Open Source.
2. Get review posted on Slashdot.
3. ???
4. Profit!
Sorry, I had to.
Or they never even enter the cantina at all, they're negotiating via walkie-talkie. That's a good one.
Nah, man. Even more sad. You saw it this morning. D'Oh!
Am I simply jaded when this sounds to me like stroking the fan base?
I mean, when I read it, I even heard the Billy Squire song in my head.
Of course, I'm insane, but never-the-less...
AP: Do you pay much attention to fan reactions to your choices?
... The thing about science-fiction fans and "Star Wars" fans is they're very independent-thinking people. They all think outside the box, but they all have very strong ideas about what should happen, and they think it should be their way. Which is fine, except I'm making the movies, so I should have it my way.
Lucas: Not really. The movies are what the movies are.
I have the impression that what the fans want is plot consistancy, not the debacle with "who shot first?" and so on.
Of course he has every right to do what he wants when making a film, but when he changes the course of events when he re-releases one of his films, people are gonna get pissed.
The porn browsing possibilities seem endless!
Fap fap fap...
No Resurrection for You!
In blood, no less. Sweet Christ, what are we doing?
"Beer Found to be as Healthy as Wine" ...
...
"Yaaaaay!"
"But the key is moderation. The researchers found three beers would have the opposite effect."
"Aaaaaaw."
I thought I had a good thing there, for a minute. Dang. Oh, well, if the beer doesn't kill me, the cigarettes will. And if the cigarettes don't kill me, then dammit, I'm just not trying hard enough then.
The best astronauts are found drilling for oil in the North Sea, or some other inhospitable location. It's been stamped with Billy Bob Thornton's approval.
Dude. They were about to cook and eat Luke Skywalker. A bunch of Muppets. Clearly it was at this stage of the scriptwriting process that the absinthe grasped control of Lucas' creative impulses.
As a footnote, Warwick Davis has a part in the Hitchhiker's Guide to the Galaxy. I expect great things of Davis' Marvin the Paranoid Android.
Don't waste your time on these lemons. Any player of KotoR, reader of the fanboy novels (not a troll here, I include myself...) or generally insightful mind knows that Endor was a cross-breed between a cop out on Lucas' part regarding his inability to put Kashyyk to the screen, and his new found love for Muppets. Need I say that it all went downhill from there.
Therefore, if you want to appreciate the works of one of the most successful and lucrative members of the little ones acting guild...
Go rent Willow.
As long as you retain your wonderous child-like suspension of disbelief, your entertainment will have no bounds. With the Ewoks...well. You just might end up getting pissed off. They sure piss me off. Make me wish I had a blowgun.
Seriously, Warwick Davis has too fine of acting chops to be wearing a bear cub Muppet outfit and saying things like "Jub-Jub".
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"who started it, and what happened to them?"
The mutant swarm of bees got them. Just before they kissed.