Unless the clot happens to break up, and one or more pieces lodge in these pulmonary capillaries, causing single or multiple pulmonary thromboses. These particular capillaries are not designed to be filters -- capillaries in the lungs run through alveoli for gas exchange (except for those actually enriching the lungs themselves), not through a filtration system like a kidney or a chemical breakdown site like the liver.
This is what killed my uncle. A massive skull injury from an assault left him bedridden, and ultimately a clot lodged in a blood vessel in one of his lungs. Since he was around 40, I guess the doctors thought his system was vigorous enough not to require pressure cuffs on his legs, as described by a previous poster. (Unless the clot came from his brain, admittedly possible what with the damage there.) Anyway, the autopsy showed a clot in his lung. This could have originated in one of his legs, which had been immobile at that point for 4 months...
>1 Corinthians 13:11 When I was a child, I spake as a child, I understood as a child, I thought as a child: but when I became a man, I put away childish things.
Thanks for identifying this quote. I had no inkling it was from the Bible. I thought it might have been Samuel Johnson. Bit before the Doctor's time, it seems!
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I wish I had mod points, because you, sir, have encapsulated all of my misgivings about the "blog" life into one succinct and amusing post. If I were wearing a hat, it would be off to you.
Unlike the Arctic, there is an actual continent under the Antarctic ice cap. The planners seem optimistic that the ice will stay roughly in the same place, unlike ice shelves. What with honking great chunks breaking off of the shelves (or is that just the Arctic) at greater sizes than before lately, who knows if any of the cable on the shelves will last?
Even the parts on ice over rock will probably be ravaged by shoggoths anyway. Stick with the island-based wireless recommended by a prev. poster or chuck a new satellite up and be done with it.
My first few days in Las Vegas, I get a small taste of the new paranoia. I awake one morning to discover that my laptop has been stolen out of my locked hotel room while I slept.
I'd say, "Did the hotel room have a safe?", except hotel security can go right into those safes with their electronic skeleton keys. You might be marginally more secure with the hotel's safe deposit boxes, available thru the front desk usually, except these might draw more attention than you're comfortable with (esp. on a trip already laden with paranoia like the one described in the article).
Perhaps he could have registered in two hotels and ditched the gear in the safe/deposit box of the one at which he wasn't gambling. Of course, you can walk a quarter mile up the Strip and not leave MGM/Mirage or Park Place property, so do your homework before picking.
I would have traveled lighter -- can't use the laptop in the casino anyway, and fewer articles to track makes for a faster escape. Of course, my perspective is different; I'm a $5 bettor, so I'm invisible to the casino as long as I don't hurl into a craps table.
Pacemaker software upgrades are routine. Why do I need to go to the doctor's office to upgrade my pacemaker software? I download it at home and upgrade via my home transmitter. Maybe the upgrades are even automatic...whatever.
Still further...
Lonely, octogenerian former Slashdotter orders a trio of nubile escorts, then yells out, "Tank, I need a hundred-and-eighty beats per minute... and Kama Sutra Level Ten!"
I had heard of this trick before, except instead of black paper, the user photocopies his or her hand giving the finger, then tapes those copies together, etc.
I agree with the co-worker spectator sport aspect of it. I would undoubtedly have that calliope music that Homer Simpson hears while thinking of joining the Krusty Klown Kollege running through my head while watching the flying finger of death burnin' up the fax line.
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>Also you gotta love the term "dump". Sounds like an old man on the pot squeeezing out a thick loaf. Or 55 gallon drums of green slime being kicked off the back of a flatbed truck.
You haven't had to use a bathroom after my father. He combines the same effects into one horrible event.
Check out Frank Miller's "Dark Knight Returns" for a lesson on how an aging street vigilante with a limitless bankroll, exceptional technical talent, and a genius for exploiting weaknesses can face off against a pissed Kryptonian.
Possibly the best comic ever... and the movie that they SHOULD make, in ink and paint.
Indeed -- but the Simpsons episode I referred to in my msg. used the Navy as the stealth recruiter, so I went with that. This is what I get for picking an episode from last season, not one of the Simpsons' best.
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Unless the clot happens to break up, and one or more pieces lodge in these pulmonary capillaries, causing single or multiple pulmonary thromboses. These particular capillaries are not designed to be filters -- capillaries in the lungs run through alveoli for gas exchange (except for those actually enriching the lungs themselves), not through a filtration system like a kidney or a chemical breakdown site like the liver.
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This is what killed my uncle. A massive skull injury from an assault left him bedridden, and ultimately a clot lodged in a blood vessel in one of his lungs. Since he was around 40, I guess the doctors thought his system was vigorous enough not to require pressure cuffs on his legs, as described by a previous poster. (Unless the clot came from his brain, admittedly possible what with the damage there.) Anyway, the autopsy showed a clot in his lung. This could have originated in one of his legs, which had been immobile at that point for 4 months
>The latest technology is a "strap-on" system
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To some, "strap-on" is an apt description of recent US foreign policy
>Can't imagine what you'd have to go through in NYC.
Basically the same routine, except while working in the tunnels you get to fight off beagle-sized rats and albino alligators.
>Additionally, I seem to remember that you are not allowed to report on the progress of that election whilst the voting booths are still open.
What?! How else are we supposed to find out how the Silly Party or the Adolf Hilter-Ron Vibbentrop ticket is doing??
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The cool water in the toilet tank cools your CPU.
The toilet seat brews your coffee and warms your buns during your morning download.
Searching for prior art on this,
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>If I remember correctly, feeding a hydrated crystal of that stuff to another person is pretty fun after a few minutes.
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Someone in my middle school earned notoriety for tricking a fellow student into eating "the blue rock candy." A hospital visit ensued.
Note: I was on neither side of the above equation. Though I did keep then an eye out for any stray CuSO4 and credulous underclassmen
>Give a man a fish, he owes you one fish
Gives us a fisssh, precious. It owes us a fisssh, yesss. Nice juicy fisssh.
>1 Corinthians 13:11
When I was a child, I spake as a child, I understood as a child, I thought as a child: but when I became a man, I put away childish things.
Thanks for identifying this quote. I had no inkling it was from the Bible. I thought it might have been Samuel Johnson. Bit before the Doctor's time, it seems!
Enlightened,
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You belong to the Blaaaaank Generation!
Appropriate cross-marketing -- my friends who owned the first Neons said they had all the structural reliability of a TIE Fighter.
Conspir8or
Dr. Zoidberg?
I wish I had mod points, because you, sir, have encapsulated all of my misgivings about the "blog" life into one succinct and amusing post. If I were wearing a hat, it would be off to you.
Conspir8or
About half the length of any given work meeting.
Unlike the Arctic, there is an actual continent under the Antarctic ice cap. The planners seem optimistic that the ice will stay roughly in the same place, unlike ice shelves. What with honking great chunks breaking off of the shelves (or is that just the Arctic) at greater sizes than before lately, who knows if any of the cable on the shelves will last?
Even the parts on ice over rock will probably be ravaged by shoggoths anyway. Stick with the island-based wireless recommended by a prev. poster or chuck a new satellite up and be done with it.
Tekeli-li,
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I'd say, "Did the hotel room have a safe?", except hotel security can go right into those safes with their electronic skeleton keys. You might be marginally more secure with the hotel's safe deposit boxes, available thru the front desk usually, except these might draw more attention than you're comfortable with (esp. on a trip already laden with paranoia like the one described in the article).
Perhaps he could have registered in two hotels and ditched the gear in the safe/deposit box of the one at which he wasn't gambling. Of course, you can walk a quarter mile up the Strip and not leave MGM/Mirage or Park Place property, so do your homework before picking.
I would have traveled lighter -- can't use the laptop in the casino anyway, and fewer articles to track makes for a faster escape. Of course, my perspective is different; I'm a $5 bettor, so I'm invisible to the casino as long as I don't hurl into a craps table.
Conspir8or
Lonely, octogenerian former Slashdotter orders a trio of nubile escorts, then yells out, "Tank, I need a hundred-and-eighty beats per minute
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I had heard of this trick before, except instead of black paper, the user photocopies his or her hand giving the finger, then tapes those copies together, etc.
I agree with the co-worker spectator sport aspect of it. I would undoubtedly have that calliope music that Homer Simpson hears while thinking of joining the Krusty Klown Kollege running through my head while watching the flying finger of death burnin' up the fax line.
Posted for informational purposes only,
Conspir8or
>Also you gotta love the term "dump". Sounds like an old man on the pot squeeezing out a thick loaf. Or 55 gallon drums of green slime being kicked off the back of a flatbed truck.
You haven't had to use a bathroom after my father. He combines the same effects into one horrible event.
Conspir8or
Check out Frank Miller's "Dark Knight Returns" for a lesson on how an aging street vigilante with a limitless bankroll, exceptional technical talent, and a genius for exploiting weaknesses can face off against a pissed Kryptonian.
... and the movie that they SHOULD make, in ink and paint.
Possibly the best comic ever
Conspir8or
>Queen Amidala will be hovering in mid-air begging someone for help.
You've been reading my wish book again, sir.
>14 male volunteers spending 3 months carrying out all activities whilst lying on their backs
Well, now we know where the staff of Ain't It Cool News was this spring.
... and load up M.U.L.E. Or, even older, Hammurabi.
Are we sure they simply haven't found a tasty new use for Henrietta Lacks's eternally reproducing cells? Goldfish indeed!
> The other day I saw something much stranger: a donut without a hole
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A donut without a hole is a danish. N-n-n-n-n-n-n-n-n-n
Indeed -- but the Simpsons episode I referred to in my msg. used the Navy as the stealth recruiter, so I went with that. This is what I get for picking an episode from last season, not one of the Simpsons' best.