1000 lbs.? Only with the cheater shirts. Anyone in engineering can tell you that's a fraud.
According to Wikipedia, the current honest bench press is "only" 715 lbs.
The current world record for the heaviest bench press is at 1036 lb (470 kg) which was set by Ryan Kennelly.
The heaviest "raw" bench press (without equipment such as bench shirts) is 715 lb (324 kg) by Scot Mendelson.
Why in god's name they consider these shirts (extremely tight shirts that tighten up like a boner as you lower the weight) as valid, I'll never know. It's basically using hydraulics to create resistence to lowering the weight.
Might as well be using a crane for assistance.
And, yes, bench pressing 700 lbs. or more, honestly, is still one hell of an achievement.
This is because all you tard-o-matics want to hear thundering bass on your rap music on your $1.98 tinny stock speakers in your car and your vanishingly small I-Pod ear buds.
Skip this paragraph, it's filler to get around pointless Slashdot filtering: I'm typing this extra, useless sentence because, apparently, the Slashdot filter is choking on the above, claiming too few characters per line (35.2). Why that's a problem with this type of dialog, I don't know. Worse, it's probably not taking into consideration the extra CRs between lines for formatting reasons. It's clear the developers are trying to think too much, and, like developers of yore, have yet to learn they are in no position to predict every valid format of a message. Let's see if this is enough to bring the per-line character average up to snuff.
Skip this one, too: Wow. Their filter is completely poorly implemented. Even these extra sentences don't count towards the average, for some reason. I now must debug the poorly-thought out filters of inferior programmers, just in an attempt to post this humerous post to their system. Shades of pearls before swing. Why even try?
Nah...
Dr. Evil: Fire up the predictive simulation! We'll know our enemy's every move before they do!
Assistant: But Dr. Evil, they have one of these simulators, too! They may be using it on us!
Dr. Evil: Irrelevant! Depress the activation button!
Assistant: Yes, sir!
Dr. Evil: I see...I see...I see they are poking about their computers. It looks like they're reading a screen. What are they reading?
Assistant: Engaging simulation audio...
Audio, person 1 in simulation: "...and here we see Dr. Evil and his assistant in action in the simulator. Based on our previous intelligence and our analysis, it seems like they are doing...what?"
Audio, person 2 in simulation: "Sir, it looks like they're running a simulation of us."
Audio, person 1 in simulation: "What are they saying? Turn it up."
Audio, person 2 in simulation: "Yes, sir!"
Audio, Audio from within the simulation of the simulation's simulation: "Irrelevant! Depress the activation button" "Yes, sir!" "I see...I see...I see they are poking about their computers. It looks like they're reading a screen. What are they reading?" "Engaging simulation audio..."
Audio, person 1 in simulation: "What?!?!! They're simulating us simulating them? They can see what we're doing?"
Audio, person 1 in simulation: "It appears so. This is a disturbing development." (General waves his hand, flipping off Dr. Evil in the "outside" world...)
Dr. Evil: Well, I never! Can you run the simulation at greater than normal speed?
Assistant: Yes. I can essentially fast forward at will.
(simulation goes into fast forward, the "good guys" moving around like hyperactive ants...)
Dr. Evil: Stop! Listen!
Audio, person 1 in simulation: "Fast forward the simulation! Let's see what Dr. Evil is up to."
(General's assistant in simulation fast forwards the Dr. Evil simulation. Dr. Evil people start moving like ants.)
Audio, person 1 in simulation: "Stop!"
Audio, person 2 in simulation: "It's about seven hours later, around 1:30 AM, Dr. Evil time. He's apparently gone to bed."
Audio, person 1 in simulation: "He's not in his simulated bedroom. Where is he? FIND HIM!"
Audio, person 2 in simulation: "Searching...here he is. He's in someone's house."
Dr Evil within the General's simulation: "Hellooo?"
13 Year Old Girl: "Hi! Come on in and make yourself at home. There's some beer in the kitchen."
Dr Evil within the General's simulation: "Ok, that's...rad. I like beer and how it loosens one up."
(Dr. Evil Simulation gets a beer from the fridge and pops it, taking a slurp. Some guy walks into the kitchen.)
Strange man in simulation: Hi, why don't you put that beer down and have a seat right there at the counter.
Sounds more like Ultima Online, where the developers are more interested in catering to the 12 year old packs of PvP predators than to any kind of roleplayer or RTS or adventure lover.
As long as a steady stream of unwary newcomers comes in to keep up the interest of the long-term gankers, their business model is satisfied. End of story. Good day.
> Beh, this was one of the major problems I had with Star Wars Galaxies...set > up a macro to mine shit and just walk away...blech....because it ain't Star Wars unless you're sitting there with a hammer chisling away at a rock for half an hour, rather than having a purchased droid do it.
The only interesting thing about that game was the dancer class. I was also a second-rate pistoleer, but I had my sliced Naboobian pew-pew, so I was happy.
Then the reboot left me with no way to use that pistol anymore, since you were one class and that was it.
Which reminds me -- how the heck is a dancer supposed to fight? Or do they just use lame level 1 weapons when their group doesn't need the dancing services? Ahh, I don't care.
I'VE LEFT THE FREAKIN' GAME BECAUSE OF IT! Congrats, George.
I was wondering what was going on. At that point, I was just outside Uldaman instance, a level 38 Hunter, trying to take out this weasel level 44 Horde thief who was ganking people at the instance. It was tough going, owing to the level difference, his ability to chain-stun (made more problematic again by level difference), and the difficulties in close, indoor fighting (hunters do much better with lots of room.)
3 deaths later, a 48 counter-rogue joined me, but we never saw the guy again. A few minutes later, while waiting for him, my connection died. Restarts and reboots didn't help much, as I could only get back in 2 times, both of which I soon got booted back out.
> I'm a firm believer in the power of positive mental attitudes
I believe both positive thinking and prayer have been studied time and again, and there is no corrolation of either with likelihood of a positive outcome.
Sad, but true.
Actually, in the case of prayer, it's probably better that it's not true. I'd hate to think this reality was actually governed by a psychotic being who gets bent out of shape by people who download Girls Gone Wild videos.
Oil companies grew exponentially for awhile...then levelled off. Then cars were invented and they grew exponentially again...then levelled off.
Car companies grew exponentially...then levelled off.
Every new thing grows like this, then levels off to more or less population growth. (With new smaller exponential growths as new markets, e.g. China, open up...)
Computers, software, etc. are just more of the same. But we've only been at it, large-scale, for 25 years. 25 years after Ford started, you could still get into cars pretty easily. 25 years after oil, mass-produced cars hadn't even been invented yet.
"Your honor, they wouldn't give me a copy of it! How can I be expected to follow it, especially years down the road?"
"Quite right, case dismissed!"
"Umm, your honor, lawyer for the corporation here. With all due respect, we are not allowed to give them a copy since there are details in it that, if they got out, could violate national security."
"So you're saying you don't want people thinking about the contract too much?"
"Yes, your honor."
"In which case, again, they cannot follow it properly. Case dismissed!"
How can one be expected to continue to follow a contract if one is not allowed a copy of it? (I'm guessing they're probably doing this more because the contract is copyrighted by some law firm rather than that there's some scary top secret wording in it they don't want you pondering too much...which might also be a reason for it to be thrown out.)
> I'm not sure what point you're making, but any 'contract' agreed to by only one party is just toilet paper.
Hence the fraudulent idiocy of the concept of a "social contract", which is a 1-way "contract" forced on people. And don't say the people approved it indirectly via elections -- again, you may be able to approve yourself to be under this contract, but you sure as hell have no authority to approve unwilling people to be under this "contract".
I now await my downmod by big government lovers offended at a pithy dig at their Holy shrine.
Whatever happened to the "inalienable" part of "inalienable rights"?
I can agree to be your personal slave for the rest of my life, but if I decide not to in the future, I may be financially responsible to you for this breach of contract, but the government cannot and will not and should not force me back into servitude to you. My inalienable right to liberty supercedes any contract I may sign, even though violations may bring financial liability, and perhaps criminal ones in certain contexts (like a doctor skipping out in the middle of an operation.)
"It is generally believed that neolithic people found that by chewing this stuff if they had gum infections it helped to treat the condition.
The article continues:
"Scientists also found the tar blob contained traces of ethanol and THC, though they as yet don't know what effect this may have had on the ancient chewing populations."
Should we send spam to oppressed people under a dictatorship, showing them how to get around the dictatorship? And people have an ethical issue with this?
I believe some choice quotes from movies are appropriate right about now:
"You want to win? They put one of yours in the hospital, you put one of theirs in the morgue!"
"You can't handle the truth! Son, we live in a world that has walls. And those walls have to be guarded by men with guns. Who's gonna do it? You? You, Lt. Weinberg? I have a greater responsibility than you can possibly fathom. You weep for Santiago and you curse the Marines. You have that luxury. You have the luxury of not knowing what I know: that Santiago's death, while tragic, probably saved lives. And my existence, while grotesque and incomprehensible to you, saves lives...You don't want the truth. Because deep down, in places you don't talk about at parties, you want me on that wall. You need me on that wall.
We use words like honor, code, loyalty...we use these words as the backbone to a life spent defending something. You use 'em as a punchline. I have neither the time nor the inclination to explain myself to a man who rises and sleeps under the blanket of the very freedom I provide, then questions the manner in which I provide it! I'd rather you just said thank you and went on your way. Otherwise, I suggest you pick up a weapon and stand a post. Either way, I don't give a damn what you think you're entitled to!"
"When you put your hand into a pile of goo, that a moment before was your best friend's face, you'll know what to do."
Not enuf? All joking aside, how about this then: Imagine a boot stepping on a human face -- forever.
Always list the house rules up front, before play starts. Here's mine:
- You get 95 points to distribute
- 18 STR on fighter? Roll 3 d10 and use the 2 highest for your/00 roll.
- No psionics
- No monks (sorry, no hand-to-hand guy will ever outdamage a guy with a sword or axe on my watch.)
- You get your full hit die on creation, i.e. 8 points for a fighter, not having to roll d8. Each subsequent level, you get roll your hd 2x and keep the highest.
- No sudden death traps, which isn't to say there isn't injury out there or stuff you could get into big trouble over.
> For instance: In Guild Wars, someone figured out that you could purposefully use runes to > reduce your health to about 10% of what other people had... And use the game's rules to > keep yourself healed and deal major damage to a whole group of enemies all at once.
I presume it's because you entered some kind of berserker mode when near death. This wouldn't be the first game that tried to take advantage of this in some coordinated way. I know of at least one other game where something similar was done.
And in EverQuest (I), Wizards were given a pet at high level which did tremendous damage, but was very fragile, and would get killed on the first hit, which inevitably didn't take too long given how mugh aggro its high output did.
So some enterprising clerics in a big guild sat down one day and made a plan. As soon as the pet was created, some would cast major buffs on it to toughen it up, and they'd all start spam-healing it.
Zing! The little dynamo worked and survived quite well, thanks.
Soon thereafter, such buffs and heals were disallowed on "level 1 pets" and the like.
There's no succubus because they use the term "outsiders" to collectively refer to vastly disparate entities such that poor design can label some spells as affecting "outsiders".
And we all know who the real outsiders in this situation are anyway, don't we?
High school students declare a major? Why, here's some more realistic majors:
Multiple Baby Daddy (men) and Welfare Enthusiast (women)
with courses in filling out government forms, skipping out, whining, passing the time waiting for Congress to give you a raise, and how to quick-prep yourself when an episode of Cops stops by.
These, of course, have both a 4-year program and a new, 2-year "associates degree" version for those dropping out.
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According to Wikipedia, the current honest bench press is "only" 715 lbs.
Why in god's name they consider these shirts (extremely tight shirts that tighten up like a boner as you lower the weight) as valid, I'll never know. It's basically using hydraulics to create resistence to lowering the weight.
Might as well be using a crane for assistance.
And, yes, bench pressing 700 lbs. or more, honestly, is still one hell of an achievement.
This is because all you tard-o-matics want to hear thundering bass on your rap music on your $1.98 tinny stock speakers in your car and your vanishingly small I-Pod ear buds.
Skip this paragraph, it's filler to get around pointless Slashdot filtering: I'm typing this extra, useless sentence because, apparently, the Slashdot filter is choking on the above, claiming too few characters per line (35.2). Why that's a problem with this type of dialog, I don't know. Worse, it's probably not taking into consideration the extra CRs between lines for formatting reasons. It's clear the developers are trying to think too much, and, like developers of yore, have yet to learn they are in no position to predict every valid format of a message. Let's see if this is enough to bring the per-line character average up to snuff.
Skip this one, too: Wow. Their filter is completely poorly implemented. Even these extra sentences don't count towards the average, for some reason. I now must debug the poorly-thought out filters of inferior programmers, just in an attempt to post this humerous post to their system. Shades of pearls before swing. Why even try?
Nah...
Dr. Evil: Fire up the predictive simulation! We'll know our enemy's every move before they do!
Assistant: But Dr. Evil, they have one of these simulators, too! They may be using it on us!
Dr. Evil: Irrelevant! Depress the activation button!
Assistant: Yes, sir!
Dr. Evil: I see...I see...I see they are poking about their computers. It looks like they're reading a screen. What are they reading?
Assistant: Engaging simulation audio...
Audio, person 1 in simulation: "...and here we see Dr. Evil and his assistant in action in the simulator. Based on our previous intelligence and our analysis, it seems like they are doing...what?"
Audio, person 2 in simulation: "Sir, it looks like they're running a simulation of us."
Audio, person 1 in simulation: "What are they saying? Turn it up."
Audio, person 2 in simulation: "Yes, sir!"
Audio, Audio from within the simulation of the simulation's simulation: "Irrelevant! Depress the activation button" "Yes, sir!" "I see...I see...I see they are poking about their computers. It looks like they're reading a screen. What are they reading?" "Engaging simulation audio..."
Audio, person 1 in simulation: "What?!?!! They're simulating us simulating them? They can see what we're doing?"
Audio, person 1 in simulation: "It appears so. This is a disturbing development." (General waves his hand, flipping off Dr. Evil in the "outside" world...)
Dr. Evil: Well, I never! Can you run the simulation at greater than normal speed?
Assistant: Yes. I can essentially fast forward at will.
(simulation goes into fast forward, the "good guys" moving around like hyperactive ants...)
Dr. Evil: Stop! Listen!
Audio, person 1 in simulation: "Fast forward the simulation! Let's see what Dr. Evil is up to."
(General's assistant in simulation fast forwards the Dr. Evil simulation. Dr. Evil people start moving like ants.)
Audio, person 1 in simulation: "Stop!"
Audio, person 2 in simulation: "It's about seven hours later, around 1:30 AM, Dr. Evil time. He's apparently gone to bed."
Audio, person 1 in simulation: "He's not in his simulated bedroom. Where is he? FIND HIM!"
Audio, person 2 in simulation: "Searching...here he is. He's in someone's house."
Dr Evil within the General's simulation: "Hellooo?"
13 Year Old Girl: "Hi! Come on in and make yourself at home. There's some beer in the kitchen."
Dr Evil within the General's simulation: "Ok, that's...rad. I like beer and how it loosens one up."
(Dr. Evil Simulation gets a beer from the fridge and pops it, taking a slurp. Some guy walks into the kitchen.)
Strange man in simulation: Hi, why don't you put that beer down and have a seat right there at the counter.
Sounds more like Ultima Online, where the developers are more interested in catering to the 12 year old packs of PvP predators than to any kind of roleplayer or RTS or adventure lover.
As long as a steady stream of unwary newcomers comes in to keep up the interest of the long-term gankers, their business model is satisfied. End of story. Good day.
> Beh, this was one of the major problems I had with Star Wars Galaxies...set ...because it ain't Star Wars unless you're sitting there with a hammer chisling away at a rock for half an hour, rather than having a purchased droid do it.
> up a macro to mine shit and just walk away...blech.
The only interesting thing about that game was the dancer class. I was also a second-rate pistoleer, but I had my sliced Naboobian pew-pew, so I was happy.
Then the reboot left me with no way to use that pistol anymore, since you were one class and that was it.
Which reminds me -- how the heck is a dancer supposed to fight? Or do they just use lame level 1 weapons when their group doesn't need the dancing services? Ahh, I don't care.
I'VE LEFT THE FREAKIN' GAME BECAUSE OF IT! Congrats, George.
I was wondering what was going on. At that point, I was just outside Uldaman instance, a level 38 Hunter, trying to take out this weasel level 44 Horde thief who was ganking people at the instance. It was tough going, owing to the level difference, his ability to chain-stun (made more problematic again by level difference), and the difficulties in close, indoor fighting (hunters do much better with lots of room.)
3 deaths later, a 48 counter-rogue joined me, but we never saw the guy again. A few minutes later, while waiting for him, my connection died. Restarts and reboots didn't help much, as I could only get back in 2 times, both of which I soon got booted back out.
Horde bastard, you lucky son of a bitch.
> I'm a firm believer in the power of positive mental attitudes
I believe both positive thinking and prayer have been studied time and again, and there is no corrolation of either with likelihood of a positive outcome.
Sad, but true.
Actually, in the case of prayer, it's probably better that it's not true. I'd hate to think this reality was actually governed by a psychotic being who gets bent out of shape by people who download Girls Gone Wild videos.
Oil companies grew exponentially for awhile...then levelled off. Then cars were invented and they grew exponentially again...then levelled off.
Car companies grew exponentially...then levelled off.
Every new thing grows like this, then levels off to more or less population growth. (With new smaller exponential growths as new markets, e.g. China, open up...)
Computers, software, etc. are just more of the same. But we've only been at it, large-scale, for 25 years. 25 years after Ford started, you could still get into cars pretty easily. 25 years after oil, mass-produced cars hadn't even been invented yet.
"Your honor, they wouldn't give me a copy of it! How can I be expected to follow it, especially years down the road?"
"Quite right, case dismissed!"
"Umm, your honor, lawyer for the corporation here. With all due respect, we are not allowed to give them a copy since there are details in it that, if they got out, could violate national security."
"So you're saying you don't want people thinking about the contract too much?"
"Yes, your honor."
"In which case, again, they cannot follow it properly. Case dismissed!"
How can one be expected to continue to follow a contract if one is not allowed a copy of it? (I'm guessing they're probably doing this more because the contract is copyrighted by some law firm rather than that there's some scary top secret wording in it they don't want you pondering too much...which might also be a reason for it to be thrown out.)
> I'm not sure what point you're making, but any 'contract' agreed to by only one party is just toilet paper.
Hence the fraudulent idiocy of the concept of a "social contract", which is a 1-way "contract" forced on people. And don't say the people approved it indirectly via elections -- again, you may be able to approve yourself to be under this contract, but you sure as hell have no authority to approve unwilling people to be under this "contract".
I now await my downmod by big government lovers offended at a pithy dig at their Holy shrine.
Whatever happened to the "inalienable" part of "inalienable rights"?
I can agree to be your personal slave for the rest of my life, but if I decide not to in the future, I may be financially responsible to you for this breach of contract, but the government cannot and will not and should not force me back into servitude to you. My inalienable right to liberty supercedes any contract I may sign, even though violations may bring financial liability, and perhaps criminal ones in certain contexts (like a doctor skipping out in the middle of an operation.)
The article continues:
"Scientists also found the tar blob contained traces of ethanol and THC, though they as yet don't know what effect this may have had on the ancient chewing populations."
Should we send spam to oppressed people under a dictatorship, showing them how to get around the dictatorship? And people have an ethical issue with this?
I believe some choice quotes from movies are appropriate right about now:
"You want to win? They put one of yours in the hospital, you put one of theirs in the morgue!"
"You can't handle the truth! Son, we live in a world that has walls. And those walls have to be guarded by men with guns. Who's gonna do it? You? You, Lt. Weinberg? I have a greater responsibility than you can possibly fathom. You weep for Santiago and you curse the Marines. You have that luxury. You have the luxury of not knowing what I know: that Santiago's death, while tragic, probably saved lives. And my existence, while grotesque and incomprehensible to you, saves lives...You don't want the truth. Because deep down, in places you don't talk about at parties, you want me on that wall. You need me on that wall.
We use words like honor, code, loyalty...we use these words as the backbone to a life spent defending something. You use 'em as a punchline. I have neither the time nor the inclination to explain myself to a man who rises and sleeps under the blanket of the very freedom I provide, then questions the manner in which I provide it! I'd rather you just said thank you and went on your way. Otherwise, I suggest you pick up a weapon and stand a post. Either way, I don't give a damn what you think you're entitled to!"
"When you put your hand into a pile of goo, that a moment before was your best friend's face, you'll know what to do."
Not enuf? All joking aside, how about this then: Imagine a boot stepping on a human face -- forever.
> St. Cuthbert would seem like a worthwhile quest for those characters.
I don't know. Rise up to become a god, and a god of Holy magic at that, the most powerful kind.
On the other hand, you're still named Cuthbert.
And I thought the D&D nerds way above who were lawyers now provided a tough choice for the females, yeesh.
Foooooooosh!
He might as well have been talking about how to hold a girl's hand.
Pre-3.0? Try AD&D "1.0" in the late '70s.
/00 roll.
Always list the house rules up front, before play starts. Here's mine:
- You get 95 points to distribute
- 18 STR on fighter? Roll 3 d10 and use the 2 highest for your
- No psionics
- No monks (sorry, no hand-to-hand guy will ever outdamage a guy with a sword or axe on my watch.)
- You get your full hit die on creation, i.e. 8 points for a fighter, not having to roll d8. Each subsequent level, you get roll your hd 2x and keep the highest.
- No sudden death traps, which isn't to say there isn't injury out there or stuff you could get into big trouble over.
Triumph: No, seriously. Have you even kissed a girl without having to give her your credit card number first?
Methinks the pretty ladies will have a tough time with you and your buddies.
"A lawyer? Cool!" (comes nearer)
"But he plays D&D?" (goes away, nerdling disgust level forcing her to run wildly)
"...but he's a lawyer!" (re-approaches until disgust level increases with the inverse square)
"...but he plays D&D!" (runs away again until the disgust level decreases to a tolerable amount)
and so on.
> For instance: In Guild Wars, someone figured out that you could purposefully use runes to
> reduce your health to about 10% of what other people had... And use the game's rules to
> keep yourself healed and deal major damage to a whole group of enemies all at once.
I presume it's because you entered some kind of berserker mode when near death. This wouldn't be the first game that tried to take advantage of this in some coordinated way. I know of at least one other game where something similar was done.
And in EverQuest (I), Wizards were given a pet at high level which did tremendous damage, but was very fragile, and would get killed on the first hit, which inevitably didn't take too long given how mugh aggro its high output did.
So some enterprising clerics in a big guild sat down one day and made a plan. As soon as the pet was created, some would cast major buffs on it to toughen it up, and they'd all start spam-healing it.
Zing! The little dynamo worked and survived quite well, thanks.
Soon thereafter, such buffs and heals were disallowed on "level 1 pets" and the like.
> and the occasional mention of things you would really rather not know (did you know that gnomes like group sex?)
F*** YOU!
I have to play WoW 2nite!
>:(
There's no succubus because they use the term "outsiders" to collectively refer to vastly disparate entities such that poor design can label some spells as affecting "outsiders".
And we all know who the real outsiders in this situation are anyway, don't we?
High school students declare a major? Why, here's some more realistic majors:
Multiple Baby Daddy (men) and Welfare Enthusiast (women)
with courses in filling out government forms, skipping out, whining, passing the time waiting for Congress to give you a raise, and how to quick-prep yourself when an episode of Cops stops by.
These, of course, have both a 4-year program and a new, 2-year "associates degree" version for those dropping out.
Generated in deep space inside a comet, eh, and not even on Earth at all?
Mysterious are the ways of the Lord. I'm sure there's a passage in the Bible that predicts this somewhere.
Company tries to squirm out of liability for a problem. Hardly something new, and happens all the time. Why is this on Slashdot?
Oh, wait. Cathartic disasterbation about future dystopias ruled by megacorps. Nevermind.