i was the first poster who brought attention to this good post, when it's score was still zero. in the end, it got modded +5, yet i was modded -1 Redundant.
wtf! some mods sure are fucktards who have no idea what they're doing.
Parent was unfairly moderated as Troll, i.e., the info being asked for was not mentioned in the write-up. Other posts also raised the same issue (including the link parent was looking for).
It's quite refreshing seeing a story comment submitted by someone with a positive outlook on issues like these - instantaneous "tin-foil hat" reactions are starting to get boring already.
just read almost everything on google-watch.org
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How does Google do it?
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i say google-watch.org is as credible a site as this one: www.realultimatepower.net - go ahead, click the link - its a hilarious site
"serves up the answers to our questions"???
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How does Google do it?
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The Observer, serves up the answers to our questions.
the article never answered any of our questions - heck, i even looked for a "Page 2" link after reading the entire thing, sadly, the article ended w/o even attempting to answer its own questions.
using it on the air conditioner. that way you can tell your aircon to turn itself on when your 20 minutes away from your apartment. so when you do get home, temperature's already at a comfy level.
When Hermoine takes the Polyjuice Potion, she takes on characteristics of a cat. Note that she took it before Harry did, yet Harry's wore off first. The Polyjuice Potion lasts for 1 hour no matter what you take the form of.
no, the polyjuice potion lasts 1 hour no matter WHOs form you take. it was mentioned in the movie (and in the book) that the polyjuice potion was designed so that you can take the form of another human ONLY, not an animal or plant or whatever.
Hermione suffered some side effects because she used cat hair (w/c she she thought was human hair).
maybe it can support other non-carbon based life forms. that'd be really interesting.
--- check this alien conversation out, worth the read. stolen from: http://www.setileague.org/articles/meat.htm ---
"They're made out of meat." "Meat?"
"Meat. They're made out of meat." "Meat?"
"There's no doubt about it. We picked several from different parts of
the planet, took them aboard our recon vessels, probed them all the way
through. They're completely meat." "That's impossible. What about the radio signals? The messages to the
stars."
"They use the radio waves to talk, but the signals don't come from them.
The signals come from machines." "So who made the machines? That's who we want to contact."
"They made the machines. That's what I'm trying to tell you. Meat made
the machines." "That's ridiculous. How can meat make a machine? You're asking me to
believe in sentient meat."
"I'm not asking you, I'm telling you. These creatures are the only
sentient race in the sector and they're made out of meat." "Maybe they're like the Orfolei. You know, a carbon-based intelligence
that goes through a meat stage."
"Nope. They're born meat and they die meat. We studied them for several
of their life spans, which didn't take too long. Do you have any idea the
life span of meat?" "Spare me. Okay, maybe they're only part meat. You know, like the Weddilei.
A meat head with an electron plasma brain inside."
"Nope. We thought of that, since they do have meat heads like the Weddilei.
But I told you, we probed them. They're meat all the way through." "No brain?"
"Oh, there is a brain all right. It's just that the brain is made out of
meat!" "So... what does the thinking?"
"You're not understanding, are you? The brain does the thinking. The
meat." "Thinking meat! You're asking me to believe in thinking meat!"
"Yes, thinking meat! Conscious meat! Loving meat. Dreaming meat. The
meat is the whole deal! Are you getting the picture?" "Omigod. You're serious then. They're made out of meat."
"Finally, Yes. They are indeed made out meat. And they've been trying to
get in touch with us for almost a hundred of their years." "So what does the meat have in mind?"
"First it wants to talk to us. Then I imagine it wants to explore the
universe, contact other sentients, swap ideas and information. The usual." "We're supposed to talk to meat?"
"That's the idea. That's the message they're sending out by radio. 'Hello.
Anyone out there? Anyone home?' That sort of thing." "They actually do talk, then. They use words, ideas, concepts?"
"Oh, yes. Except they do it with meat." "I thought you just told me they used radio."
"They do, but what do you think is on the radio? Meat sounds. You know
how when you slap or flap meat it makes a noise? They talk by flapping their
meat at each other. They can even sing by squirting air through their meat." "Omigod. Singing meat. This is altogether too much. So what do you advise?"
"Officially or unofficially?" "Both."
"Officially, we are required to contact, welcome, and log in any and all
sentient races or multi-beings in the quadrant, without prejudice, fear, or
favor. Unofficially, I advise that we erase the records and forget the
whole thing." "I was hoping you would say that."
"It seems harsh, but there is a limit. Do we really want to make contact
with meat?" "I agree one hundred percent. What's there to say?" `Hello, meat. How's
it going?' But will this work? How many planets are we dealing with here?"
"Just one. They can travel to other planets in special meat containers,
but they can't live on them. And being meat, they only travel through C
space. Which limits them to the speed of light and makes the possibility
of their ever making contact pretty slim. Infinitesimal, in fact." "So we just pretend there's no one home in the universe."
"That's it." "Cruel. But you said it yourself, who wants to meet meat? And the ones
who have been aboard our vessels, the ones you have probed? You're sure
they won't remember?"
"They'll be considered crackpots if they do. We went into their heads and
smoothed out their meat so that we're just a dream to them." "A dream to meat! How strangely appropriate, that we should be meat's
dream."
"And we can mark this sector unoccupied." "Good. Agreed, officially and unofficially. Case closed. Any others?
Anyone interesting on that side of the galaxy?"
"Yes, a rather shy but sweet hydrogen core cluster intelligence in a class
nine star in G445 zone. Was in contact two galactic rotations ago, wants
to be friendly again." "They always come around."
"And why not? Imagine how unbearably, how unutterably cold the universe
would be if one were all alone."
Slashdot Mirror
Flamebait? If I had mod points I would have modded this "Insightful"!
MSR
i was wondering why the linked to page had nothing about TOR but had baby pics and running schedules ... his site is still up though as of this posting
From the linked article, Pac man is recognized as the world's No. 1 arcade game, while Mario is world's best selling.
but someone with mod points DID read your comment.
since silicon is found almost everywhere on earth (e.g., sand), the nanomachines can turn everything to goo in no time at all!
Err, excuse me. this post is NOT insighthful. Funny maybe, but shouldn't be moderated as insightful.
wtf! some mods sure are fucktards who have no idea what they're doing.
n/t
what's Donald Sutherland doing there? (leftmost guy)
ow, i meant, my post.
here.
posted almost at the same tiem as your post.
mirror please, anyone?
It's quite refreshing seeing a story comment submitted by someone with a positive outlook on issues like these - instantaneous "tin-foil hat" reactions are starting to get boring already.
No, no, no, The End of the Internet is here
i say google-watch.org is as credible a site as this one: www.realultimatepower.net - go ahead, click the link - its a hilarious site
the article never answered any of our questions - heck, i even looked for a "Page 2" link after reading the entire thing, sadly, the article ended w/o even attempting to answer its own questions.
ignorance is funny?
yes, not the user comments, the _biased_ article itself.
using it on the air conditioner. that way you can tell your aircon to turn itself on when your 20 minutes away from your apartment. so when you do get home, temperature's already at a comfy level.
no, the polyjuice potion lasts 1 hour no matter WHOs form you take. it was mentioned in the movie (and in the book) that the polyjuice potion was designed so that you can take the form of another human ONLY, not an animal or plant or whatever.
Hermione suffered some side effects because she used cat hair (w/c she she thought was human hair).
maybe it can support other non-carbon based life forms. that'd be really interesting.
--- check this alien conversation out, worth the read. stolen from: http://www.setileague.org/articles/meat.htm ---
"They're made out of meat."
"Meat?"
"Meat. They're made out of meat."
"Meat?"
"There's no doubt about it. We picked several from different parts of the planet, took them aboard our recon vessels, probed them all the way through. They're completely meat."
"That's impossible. What about the radio signals? The messages to the stars."
"They use the radio waves to talk, but the signals don't come from them. The signals come from machines."
"So who made the machines? That's who we want to contact."
"They made the machines. That's what I'm trying to tell you. Meat made the machines."
"That's ridiculous. How can meat make a machine? You're asking me to believe in sentient meat."
"I'm not asking you, I'm telling you. These creatures are the only sentient race in the sector and they're made out of meat."
"Maybe they're like the Orfolei. You know, a carbon-based intelligence that goes through a meat stage."
"Nope. They're born meat and they die meat. We studied them for several of their life spans, which didn't take too long. Do you have any idea the life span of meat?"
"Spare me. Okay, maybe they're only part meat. You know, like the Weddilei. A meat head with an electron plasma brain inside."
"Nope. We thought of that, since they do have meat heads like the Weddilei. But I told you, we probed them. They're meat all the way through."
"No brain?"
"Oh, there is a brain all right. It's just that the brain is made out of meat!"
"So... what does the thinking?"
"You're not understanding, are you? The brain does the thinking. The meat."
"Thinking meat! You're asking me to believe in thinking meat!"
"Yes, thinking meat! Conscious meat! Loving meat. Dreaming meat. The meat is the whole deal! Are you getting the picture?"
"Omigod. You're serious then. They're made out of meat."
"Finally, Yes. They are indeed made out meat. And they've been trying to get in touch with us for almost a hundred of their years."
"So what does the meat have in mind?"
"First it wants to talk to us. Then I imagine it wants to explore the universe, contact other sentients, swap ideas and information. The usual."
"We're supposed to talk to meat?"
"That's the idea. That's the message they're sending out by radio. 'Hello. Anyone out there? Anyone home?' That sort of thing."
"They actually do talk, then. They use words, ideas, concepts?"
"Oh, yes. Except they do it with meat."
"I thought you just told me they used radio."
"They do, but what do you think is on the radio? Meat sounds. You know how when you slap or flap meat it makes a noise? They talk by flapping their meat at each other. They can even sing by squirting air through their meat."
"Omigod. Singing meat. This is altogether too much. So what do you advise?"
"Officially or unofficially?"
"Both."
"Officially, we are required to contact, welcome, and log in any and all sentient races or multi-beings in the quadrant, without prejudice, fear, or favor. Unofficially, I advise that we erase the records and forget the whole thing."
"I was hoping you would say that."
"It seems harsh, but there is a limit. Do we really want to make contact with meat?"
"I agree one hundred percent. What's there to say?" `Hello, meat. How's it going?' But will this work? How many planets are we dealing with here?"
"Just one. They can travel to other planets in special meat containers, but they can't live on them. And being meat, they only travel through C space. Which limits them to the speed of light and makes the possibility of their ever making contact pretty slim. Infinitesimal, in fact."
"So we just pretend there's no one home in the universe."
"That's it."
"Cruel. But you said it yourself, who wants to meet meat? And the ones who have been aboard our vessels, the ones you have probed? You're sure they won't remember?"
"They'll be considered crackpots if they do. We went into their heads and smoothed out their meat so that we're just a dream to them."
"A dream to meat! How strangely appropriate, that we should be meat's dream."
"And we can mark this sector unoccupied."
"Good. Agreed, officially and unofficially. Case closed. Any others? Anyone interesting on that side of the galaxy?"
"Yes, a rather shy but sweet hydrogen core cluster intelligence in a class nine star in G445 zone. Was in contact two galactic rotations ago, wants to be friendly again."
"They always come around."
"And why not? Imagine how unbearably, how unutterably cold the universe would be if one were all alone."
a beowulf cluster of that! ... oops, wrong thread.