Competent drivers don't distract themselves while they're driving, and the source of the problem is that we insist on giving drivers' licenses to people who are not only not competent, but whose only qualification for driving is the ability to fog a mirror.
Now that digital video recording is quite cheap, why not equip vehicles with a forward-looking camera that can be activated by a driver when dangerous driving is witnessed? These short videos could be then uploaded to a server for review by authorities (would license plates be discernible at 320x240 at, say, 50 feet?). Three strikes and the offender gets a fine (if not worse) and a mandatory safe driving course.
I agree with that. Back when I had a "Mitsubishi Brick Phone" in the late '80s I used to call in traffic reports to a local Montreal radio station. This was when cell phones were new and I found that I was becoming a source of problems rather than reporting them as talking to the hot chick overcame my ability to look well ahead. My fault though, I'm a sucker for a sexy voice and that's the main reason I want to see Futurama revived. Leela, I want your one-eyed babies!
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Turkey was Ottoman Empire
History is interesting, in case anyone is interested.
If the bad guy has a dead-man switch (relax grip - it goes off, tighten grip - it goes off) slowly gassing people won't work. But here we're into the theoretical super-terrorist/evil Bond villain zone.
Definition of "anal" (not relating to "bumriding" or "butt sex"): "Excessive" attention paid to one specific topic; pedantry. Usually used as an insult towards those who explore deeper into a subject than the whiner can comprehend. Origin: likely from early years of toilet-training where removal of feces is taught.
Today, people take liberty for granted and so fear death and destruction that they will throw away their liberty for temporary saftey.
My fear is that this tendency will only increase as boomers age closer to their final day. And there is no shortage of fear-mongering marketers to help this phenomenon along.
Lots of people are involved with/learn basic skills of drafting, most find it too tedious and time-consuming. It's a waste of time.
Sweating-out the details is hard work, this has always been true. There are basic analytical skills that are being bypassed in favour of convenience. Let's continue this discussion, are you ready? Be prepared.
If you don't grasp the fundamental change (comparing mechanical arm to parallel rules and plastic lead to graphite ==> CAD is pretty lame). You are obviously not a pro, but think you know all the important bits. This is a common failure with computer types.
Why are we here? What's life all about?
Is God really real, or is there some doubt?
Well, tonight, we're going to sort it all out,
For, tonight, it's 'The Meaning of Life'.
What's the point of all this hoax?
Is it the chicken and the egg time? Are we just yolks?
Or, perhaps, we're just one of God's little jokes.
Well, ça c'est le 'Meaning of Life'.
Is life just a game where we make up the rules
While we're searching for something to say,
Or are we just simply spiralling coils
Of self-replicating DNA. Nay, nay, nay, nay, nay, nay.
In this 'life', what is our fate?
Is there Heaven and Hell? Do we reincarnate?
Is mankind evolving, or is it too late?
Well, tonight, here's 'The Meaning of Life'.
For millions, this 'life' is a sad vale of tears,
Sitting 'round with rien nothing to say
While the scientists say we're just simply spiralling coils
Of self-replicating DNA. Nay, nay, nay, nay, nay, nay.
So, just why-- why are we here,
And just what-- what-- what-- what do we fear?
Well, ce soir, for a change, it will all be made clear,
For this is 'The Meaning of Life'. C'est le sens de la vie.
This is 'The Meaning of Life'.
Just remember that you're standing on a planet that's evolving
And revolving at nine hundred miles an hour,
That's orbiting at nineteen miles a second, so it's reckoned,
A sun that is the source of all our power.
The sun and you and me and all the stars that we can see
Are moving at a million miles a day
In an outer spiral arm, at forty thousand miles an hour,
Of the galaxy we call the 'Milky Way'.
Our galaxy itself contains a hundred billion stars.
It's a hundred thousand light years side to side.
It bulges in the middle, sixteen thousand light years thick,
But out by us, it's just three thousand light years wide.
We're thirty thousand light years from galactic central point.
We go 'round every two hundred million years,
And our galaxy is only one of millions of billions
In this amazing and expanding universe.
The universe itself keeps on expanding and expanding
In all of the directions it can whizz
As fast as it can go, at the speed of light, you know,
Twelve million miles a minute, and that's the fastest speed there is.
So remember, when you're feeling very small and insecure,
How amazingly unlikely is your birth,
And pray that there's intelligent life somewhere up in space,
'Cause there's bugger all down here on Earth.
Yeah, I remember those days when "everyone knew where everything was". Except for highly-experienced engineering professionals that were forced to learn a new language and had CAD forced upon them. Those were the good old days, I tells ya. The engineers were not all that affected but the draftsmen certainly were - the adoption of computers effectively killed many hundreds of years of tradition and manual skills.
But progress marches on and now we have better technology whereby any idiot with AutoCAD can make a technical drawing that looks just as good as a pre-CAD drawing. It's easier to fake stuff now and don't get me started about how draftsmen no longer have control over their own creations since the "database" is king. Grrrr.
Database-driven CAD is pure evil unless it is managed by an engineering specialist and I maintain that it is easier to teach an engineering guy computers than it is to teach a computer guy engineering./rant
FWIW, I define "real engineering" as technical knowledge that can be transmitted to skilled tradesman so that tangible, useful things can be constructed (software "engineers" need not apply). Always remember that if computers and software disappeared tomorrow there'd still be people remaining that know how to design and build bridges, highways, pipelines and large buildings. Can the same be honestly said if the reverse happened?
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...it just doesn't seem that our planet would be that interesting to your average spacefarers except for the curiousity.
Yeah, but what if said spacefarers feed on stupidity instead of raw brains and nubile females? That might explain a lot of things.
One small letter change makes all the difference in the following sentence:
It's obvious -- Dell makes more money *selling* MS Office thAn *giving* away OpenOffice.
I know what you meant, though, and I think you're right.
A Canadian flag pin (maybe a fleur-de-lys would be even better).
Competent drivers don't distract themselves while they're driving, and the source of the problem is that we insist on giving drivers' licenses to people who are not only not competent, but whose only qualification for driving is the ability to fog a mirror.
Now that digital video recording is quite cheap, why not equip vehicles with a forward-looking camera that can be activated by a driver when dangerous driving is witnessed? These short videos could be then uploaded to a server for review by authorities (would license plates be discernible at 320x240 at, say, 50 feet?). Three strikes and the offender gets a fine (if not worse) and a mandatory safe driving course.
Too big-brotherish? Too much vigilantism? I suppose the usual plea of the guilty would be, "Someone else was driving my car, not me."
Why are there not computer/internet security PSAs on television?
Kyoto has nothing to do with environment protection and has everything to do with money shuffling.
FWIW, I think you pegged that correctly.
I agree with that. Back when I had a "Mitsubishi Brick Phone" in the late '80s I used to call in traffic reports to a local Montreal radio station. This was when cell phones were new and I found that I was becoming a source of problems rather than reporting them as talking to the hot chick overcame my ability to look well ahead. My fault though, I'm a sucker for a sexy voice and that's the main reason I want to see Futurama revived. Leela, I want your one-eyed babies!
Turkey was Ottoman Empire
History is interesting, in case anyone is interested.
His weakness, which all superheroes have, would be his incredible stupidity.
Does this sound OK as a boring alternative?
http://preview.tinyurl.com/yp9e8v
This link gives you the opportunity to check the full URL before proceeding.
If the bad guy has a dead-man switch (relax grip - it goes off, tighten grip - it goes off) slowly gassing people won't work. But here we're into the theoretical super-terrorist/evil Bond villain zone.
Definition of "anal" (not relating to "bumriding" or "butt sex"): "Excessive" attention paid to one specific topic; pedantry. Usually used as an insult towards those who explore deeper into a subject than the whiner can comprehend. Origin: likely from early years of toilet-training where removal of feces is taught.
Surely there is a balance in the middle?
Surely, "balance in the middle" and "United States of America" are mutually exclusive concepts, no?
Today, people take liberty for granted and so fear death and destruction that they will throw away their liberty for temporary saftey.
My fear is that this tendency will only increase as boomers age closer to their final day. And there is no shortage of fear-mongering marketers to help this phenomenon along.
I don't even bother to read the comments either. What's that you were saying again?
Lots of people are involved with/learn basic skills of drafting, most find it too tedious and time-consuming. It's a waste of time.
Sweating-out the details is hard work, this has always been true. There are basic analytical skills that are being bypassed in favour of convenience. Let's continue this discussion, are you ready? Be prepared.
If you don't grasp the fundamental change (comparing mechanical arm to parallel rules and plastic lead to graphite ==> CAD is pretty lame). You are obviously not a pro, but think you know all the important bits. This is a common failure with computer types.
You missed:
Why are we here? What's life all about? Is God really real, or is there some doubt? Well, tonight, we're going to sort it all out, For, tonight, it's 'The Meaning of Life'.
What's the point of all this hoax? Is it the chicken and the egg time? Are we just yolks? Or, perhaps, we're just one of God's little jokes. Well, ça c'est le 'Meaning of Life'.
Is life just a game where we make up the rules While we're searching for something to say, Or are we just simply spiralling coils Of self-replicating DNA. Nay, nay, nay, nay, nay, nay.
In this 'life', what is our fate? Is there Heaven and Hell? Do we reincarnate? Is mankind evolving, or is it too late? Well, tonight, here's 'The Meaning of Life'.
For millions, this 'life' is a sad vale of tears, Sitting 'round with rien nothing to say While the scientists say we're just simply spiralling coils Of self-replicating DNA. Nay, nay, nay, nay, nay, nay.
So, just why-- why are we here, And just what-- what-- what-- what do we fear? Well, ce soir, for a change, it will all be made clear, For this is 'The Meaning of Life'. C'est le sens de la vie. This is 'The Meaning of Life'.
Just remember that you're standing on a planet that's evolving
And revolving at nine hundred miles an hour,
That's orbiting at nineteen miles a second, so it's reckoned,
A sun that is the source of all our power.
The sun and you and me and all the stars that we can see
Are moving at a million miles a day
In an outer spiral arm, at forty thousand miles an hour,
Of the galaxy we call the 'Milky Way'.
Our galaxy itself contains a hundred billion stars.
It's a hundred thousand light years side to side.
It bulges in the middle, sixteen thousand light years thick,
But out by us, it's just three thousand light years wide.
We're thirty thousand light years from galactic central point.
We go 'round every two hundred million years,
And our galaxy is only one of millions of billions
In this amazing and expanding universe.
The universe itself keeps on expanding and expanding
In all of the directions it can whizz
As fast as it can go, at the speed of light, you know,
Twelve million miles a minute, and that's the fastest speed there is.
So remember, when you're feeling very small and insecure,
How amazingly unlikely is your birth,
And pray that there's intelligent life somewhere up in space,
'Cause there's bugger all down here on Earth.
Everyone knew where everything was.
/rant
Yeah, I remember those days when "everyone knew where everything was". Except for highly-experienced engineering professionals that were forced to learn a new language and had CAD forced upon them. Those were the good old days, I tells ya. The engineers were not all that affected but the draftsmen certainly were - the adoption of computers effectively killed many hundreds of years of tradition and manual skills.
But progress marches on and now we have better technology whereby any idiot with AutoCAD can make a technical drawing that looks just as good as a pre-CAD drawing. It's easier to fake stuff now and don't get me started about how draftsmen no longer have control over their own creations since the "database" is king. Grrrr.
Database-driven CAD is pure evil unless it is managed by an engineering specialist and I maintain that it is easier to teach an engineering guy computers than it is to teach a computer guy engineering.
Let me know when the space station is threatened by ridged potato chips.
FWIW, I define "real engineering" as technical knowledge that can be transmitted to skilled tradesman so that tangible, useful things can be constructed (software "engineers" need not apply). Always remember that if computers and software disappeared tomorrow there'd still be people remaining that know how to design and build bridges, highways, pipelines and large buildings. Can the same be honestly said if the reverse happened?
Didn't BP inherit that facility (and other troubles) from Amoco?
Except salt water tends to cause a problem with piping.
Here's another place: Bay of Fundy.