If you want the justice system to protect you for nothing, get arrested for a crime and show you're broke. Absent that, laws and courts are for those who can afford to pay for them.
After the matter is closed, contact your old high school teachers and tell them how good a job they did in preparing you for life.
Thanks. Actually the Enquirer was pretty lurid in the old days too. As late as 1960, it used to publish graphic photography of accident victims that nobody else would touch; I remember one multipage feature of the bodies being recovered from a big airplane crash. Only newsstands that sold jerkoff magazines would carry the paper; they toned it down in the 60's to get it into supermarkets where they saw their future market going.
...will probably be all over this one. Eons ago they published a cover story about a super-deep oil well that had drilled into Hell and let the Devil escape...there was a picture of billowing black smoke over an oil well fire that had been retouched to make a satanic face.
With the arrival of the Internet. Time was, almost everything you read had passed under the eyes of an English major somewhere in its trip to you. Repeated exposure to edited text reinforced what you'd learned in grammar school. There was only one place where semiliterate morons could transmit text to you...and the Internet is today's restroom wall.
Fiction is about suspending disbelief, and the presenter should help you do that. Show something that's physically absurd and the bubble bursts. Even in fantasy, you shouldn't expect the audience to accept unreality that the premise doesn't need.
o if tailstrikes are a problem, quit screwing around and put a hardpoint there to protect the aircraft.
It's called a tailskid, and most airplanes have them...but there's a limit to how strong you can make them. A skid that will take a HARD tailstrike would need a prohibitive amount of structure above it, so they're designed to take a comparatively gentle scrape and crumple in a telltale way if it gets worse.
The telescoping tubes that make up the strut have to contain a lot of pressure, which means tight seals, which means static friction corrupts the measurement.
I often wonder if MST3K was inspired by High Street, a program that ran on a Denver FM station on Saturday nights in the Seventies. They would tell you to watch the evening movie on non-network TV Channel 2, turn the sound off, and listen to a slightly-stoned group of U of Denver undergraduates lip-sync their own sound track. It was claimed to be extemporaneous; they would muddle around a bit until they'd settled on a plot premise, and then they'd run with it.
My most vivid memory is of The Counterfeit General, a WW2 movie in which a sergeant played by Glenn Ford saves a lost platoon from morale collapse by impersonating a general who's been killed. Their new plot involved Ford setting up a drug deal with the Germans.
And what they did to the commercials was really sweet...
It's already taken out one power line with its mooring cable. Short a high-voltage line, and you'll quite likely burn through it and drop the ends on the ground. If you're in the neighborhood, try to be under the non-hot side.
OK, Shkreli "bought the rights" to Diaprim and raised the price...now Imprimis starts making a generic for it. So what the hell did Shkreli actually buy? It sounds as if he didn't get any kind of exclusive rights for his money. Did he just get the rights to the name? Is he just banking on doctors refusing to check "Generic OK" on the prescription form?
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Without Kiribati, Gillespie will have to move his Amelia Earhart search/scam to another island...
If you want the justice system to protect you for nothing, get arrested for a crime and show you're broke. Absent that, laws and courts are for those who can afford to pay for them.
After the matter is closed, contact your old high school teachers and tell them how good a job they did in preparing you for life.
Better yet, turn on the TV and wait until George Foreman comes on. It won't be long.
Your standard of "major butthurt" seems a rather low bar. And, dare I say it, a bit projective.
Thanks. Actually the Enquirer was pretty lurid in the old days too. As late as 1960, it used to publish graphic photography of accident victims that nobody else would touch; I remember one multipage feature of the bodies being recovered from a big airplane crash. Only newsstands that sold jerkoff magazines would carry the paper; they toned it down in the 60's to get it into supermarkets where they saw their future market going.
...will probably be all over this one. Eons ago they published a cover story about a super-deep oil well that had drilled into Hell and let the Devil escape...there was a picture of billowing black smoke over an oil well fire that had been retouched to make a satanic face.
He probably thinks the Nanny State passed Ohm's Law.
It's kind of like taking an airplane and calling it a "Starship".
Been done. https://en.wikipedia.org/wiki/...
With the arrival of the Internet. Time was, almost everything you read had passed under the eyes of an English major somewhere in its trip to you. Repeated exposure to edited text reinforced what you'd learned in grammar school. There was only one place where semiliterate morons could transmit text to you...and the Internet is today's restroom wall.
Fiction is about suspending disbelief, and the presenter should help you do that. Show something that's physically absurd and the bubble bursts. Even in fantasy, you shouldn't expect the audience to accept unreality that the premise doesn't need.
The patent expired in 1958.
o if tailstrikes are a problem, quit screwing around and put a hardpoint there to protect the aircraft.
It's called a tailskid, and most airplanes have them...but there's a limit to how strong you can make them. A skid that will take a HARD tailstrike would need a prohibitive amount of structure above it, so they're designed to take a comparatively gentle scrape and crumple in a telltale way if it gets worse.
The telescoping tubes that make up the strut have to contain a lot of pressure, which means tight seals, which means static friction corrupts the measurement.
A better way: https://www.sawe.org/papers/12...
Because the aircraft can't measure its own weight.
Some of the larger ones can. They have strain gages on the landing gear axles.
(It would seem simpler to put pressure gages in the oleo struts, but static friction in the struts corrupts that.)
Some large aircraft can weigh themselves, with strain gages on the landing gear axles.
why would they have targets they weren't hitting?
Compiling an intelligence base before flinging ordnance around willy-nilly and revealing what they know about?
These are the same people who like tossing bricks onto cars from the overpass.
Or any other type of vandal: they're losers who have no other way to get the thrill of imposing their will. It's their only shot at being alpha males.
I often wonder if MST3K was inspired by High Street, a program that ran on a Denver FM station on Saturday nights in the Seventies. They would tell you to watch the evening movie on non-network TV Channel 2, turn the sound off, and listen to a slightly-stoned group of U of Denver undergraduates lip-sync their own sound track. It was claimed to be extemporaneous; they would muddle around a bit until they'd settled on a plot premise, and then they'd run with it.
My most vivid memory is of The Counterfeit General, a WW2 movie in which a sergeant played by Glenn Ford saves a lost platoon from morale collapse by impersonating a general who's been killed. Their new plot involved Ford setting up a drug deal with the Germans.
And what they did to the commercials was really sweet...
The gambling known as business looks with austere disfavor upon the business known as gambling.
--Ambrose Bierce, The Devil's Dictionary
Tell me you're not a tailor.
What in the holy hell are you doing living there?
Duct tape. No one's abducting ducks
https://tw-projects.s3.amazona...
It's already taken out one power line with its mooring cable. Short a high-voltage line, and you'll quite likely burn through it and drop the ends on the ground. If you're in the neighborhood, try to be under the non-hot side.
OK, Shkreli "bought the rights" to Diaprim and raised the price...now Imprimis starts making a generic for it. So what the hell did Shkreli actually buy? It sounds as if he didn't get any kind of exclusive rights for his money. Did he just get the rights to the name? Is he just banking on doctors refusing to check "Generic OK" on the prescription form?
I would suspect they define "responsibly disclosed" as "only telling us".