The major problem associated with global warming is energy production. If we physically block out a portion of the sun's radiation, that will reduce the useful energy input to earth (via autotrophs and solar cells and weather/climactic cycling and so on). While it may possibly solve the climate change problem, won't such a space shield only exacerbate the problems we face with replenishable energy?
Lies, lies, all lies! The Avro Arrow was rightly the advanced technomiracle it is popularly known to have been. Here's a brief -- brief -- list of some of its features:
First production aeroplane to sustain Mach 3 without afterburners.
Could fly in space.
Had a Hoser Flight Operator Detector to ensure it was not being flown by the enemy.
Could compose iambic verse in flight.
Was used by the University of Toronto's physics department to empirically test both Einstein's Special and General Theories of Relativity.
Could ratiocinate its own funding to the body politic.
According to the United Press International, President Bush will propose changes to the U.S. space program that includes a manned return to the moon in 2013 with an ultimate aim of a landing on Mars. Further plans involve retiring the space shuttle fleet once the ISS is completed.
You're absolutely right. It's shocking and appalling that such an obvious treasure trove of scientific insight is not being visited by any instrument of human design whatsoever.
I'm afraid you misinterpreted the system's specifications. Nowhere is it documented that this will be a fricken-laser test; rather, it is a standard laser test.
Difficulties involved in getting phase coherence with fricken photons has yet to be resolved, but they're working on it.
It's bought in bulk from quality-and-excellence-discounters.com. Quality shipments starting from a low, low price of only $19.95 / quadratic cm! (quality is, as you know, a four dimensional entity)
Undead Witch King Riding Through Hobbiton Raises Only A Few Eyebrows
Late Thursday evening, local hobbit Ted Sandyman was only mildly surprised to see the Witch-king of Angmar, Lord of the Nazgul, riding down the road leading up and over The Hill. "Aye, sir, I was a-walkin' down the road to go do some fishin' at the Bywater Pool when up comes this surly fellow all in black," the miller's son commented. "He says to me, he says 'Where can I find Bagginsssss' in a real gruff voice, as if he's the Lord of Angmar, much like. I give him the ol' long look and says straight to his face, 'If it's Baggins you want, then go up-on The Hill. But you look mighty famished, sir, as if you didna' eat for a few centuries.' I then offers him to come over to the mill for some biscuits and the like but 'ee says he hasn't 'et anything for a few centuries 'cuz he's been dead for a few centuries. Than he went a-gallopin' up to the Hill, not even bothering to bid me a good day." Another hobbit, Millo Burrow, also saw the forsaken slave of the second dark lord stroll through the town. "It musta been noon-day when I sees him. He was a-ridin' a black horse, and so at first I thought it was old Mr. Butterbur come from Bree on an errand, but no: I look closer and, bless my hide, it's the Lord of Angmar. I shrug my shoulders and go on my way, seein' as it's no business of mine as to what an eternally damned witch king is doin' in town. Prolly buying some fine Hobbiton cheese, no doubt."
Islidur dissapointed to find Gladden Fields already littered with corpses, rings. Dwarven metal-detector only turns up bottlecaps, shattered armor of comrades.
Isildur, eldest son and heir of Elendil, was dissapointed late afternoon last Monday when his attempt to find the ring which slipped off his finger failed. "I was lookining all through the muck, between the reeds and shrubs, and I even wrestled a Gladden Gator to see if it accidentally swallowed it." The King of both Arnor and Gondor then employed his three sons to aid in the search. After much searching amongst the reeds, Elendur, eldest of Isildur's four sons, shouted in the gloom, "I have located it, father!" Unfortunately, upon putting the ring on, Elendur did not dissappear, leaving the red embarrasement on his face plain to the eye. "Must be some other ring," he grumbled. The many corpses strewn across the Gladden Fields did not help the endeavour either. "All of this cracked and broken armor is really throwing off the metal detector. It's like trying to find a needle in a bloody, corpse-strewn haystack. I can only hope my insurance covers this." When pressed for comment, Lloyd's of London only said that "Insurance for rings of power laden with the capability of invisibility is not available, not even for a king of the Numenoreans, largely because "invisible rings" are a huge source of insurance fraud." Later on in the day, the heir of Elendil was slain by an orc. "I can only hope the One Ring is not found by some scheming, hideous halfling-like creature which eminates bubbling-like noises, or else all is lost," he said in his dying words, before another arrow punctured his larynx.
I'm also a marriage counselor, and I'm pleased to announce that I also recently was awarded a patent - a patent for Bethical AI, named in honour of my mother-in-law, Beth. It codifies all of the human virtues and vices... no, well, make that just vices... of mothers in law everywhere.
It has already passed the Turning Back Seat Driving Test; 3 out of 4 husbands can't tell the difference between Bethical AI and the real thing! There are still some bugs though. It often gets stuck in an infinite feedback-loop, and repeats a list of stock phrases ad nauseum.
Come to think of it, though, I'm not sure if that is a bug.
Re:No, but Google IS Multivac...
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For anyone interested in what Multivac is, here's a link to one of Asimov's short stories about it.
One day, a story was posted on Slashdot stating that Carmack needs rocket fuel. A rallying cry was quickly taken up.
PEROXIDE FOR CARMACK! shouted the geeks, sometimes at their monitor, sometimes at their cat, sometimes at their lunch.
It was only the second time since the Karma-for-Guns campaign that Slashdot gained the attention of the public.
PEROXIDE FOR CARMACK! shouted the public, sometimes at their spouse, sometimes at the television, sometimes to the telemarketer.
And soon did legislators of the United States take up the cry, carrying the battle to the floor of the Congress itself.
PEROXIDE FOR CARMACK! shouted the legislators, sometimes at each other, sometimes at the TV cameras, sometimes at their aides.
And soon did the President of the United States take up the cry, carrying the fight to the United Nations General Assembly.
PEROXIDE FOR CARMACK! the president would shout, sometimes at France, sometimes at Germany, sometimes at the teleprompter.
And soon did the world take up the cry, rousing its collective might and pooling together a vast supply of peroxide which was soon delivered to the house of John Carmack. The only man who might have objected was Hans Blix, but the last anyone saw him, he was staring into the mirror, nodding his head slowly and sighing.
And so, one day, Carmack was driving John Romero back from the hair salon. His old friend was raving about this new catalyzing-gel they use. Romero then opened the door, and that's the last anyone saw him. They say the explosion was like "two hundred thousand quad-damaged rocket jumps."
The pundits have asked alot of important questions regarding America's space program in the wake of Saturday's tragedy. There's been alot of speculation and I guess there is going to continue to be alot of speculation until the speculation ends. But there is one question that none of the talking heads have addressed, and I feel it is finally time to address this critical issue:
Should the space program be replaced by interpretive dance?
JERKS!!!!
http://video.google.com/videoplay?docid=2326863445 973654390&q=scottish+trek
Did not "get" the book? He co-wrote the screenplay with Arthur C. Clarke, after which the novel was written.
Several: Iiiiiiiiiiiiive.
Bedevere: Oooohooohooooo!
Launcelot: No no, aauuuugggh, at the back of the throat: aauuuugghhh.
Bedevere: No, no, no, oooooooooooh in surprise and alarm.
Launcelot: Oh, you mean a sort of AAAUUUGGHH?
Oooh! OH NO! It's the legendry black beast of AAAAAAAAAAAAAAAUUUUUGH!!
The major problem associated with global warming is energy production. If we physically block out a portion of the sun's radiation, that will reduce the useful energy input to earth (via autotrophs and solar cells and weather/climactic cycling and so on). While it may possibly solve the climate change problem, won't such a space shield only exacerbate the problems we face with replenishable energy?
Sorry dude: reality shows come and go, but unfortunately Friends lasts forever.
Forget about PSP Casting, what about PSP Camping?
They shouldn't have bought all those hotspots if they're going to complain about the price! It's amazing how stupid some people can be.
First production aeroplane to sustain Mach 3 without afterburners.
Could fly in space.
Had a Hoser Flight Operator Detector to ensure it was not being flown by the enemy.
Could compose iambic verse in flight.
Was used by the University of Toronto's physics department to empirically test both Einstein's Special and General Theories of Relativity.
Could ratiocinate its own funding to the body politic.
Funny how your post is so familiar.
According to the United Press International, President Bush will propose changes to the U.S. space program that includes a manned return to the moon in 2013 with an ultimate aim of a landing on Mars. Further plans involve retiring the space shuttle fleet once the ISS is completed.
And I see an old lady smoking a cigar... oh wait, wrong test.
Oh.
Except for this bucket of bolts.
Difficulties involved in getting phase coherence with fricken photons has yet to be resolved, but they're working on it.
It's bought in bulk from quality-and-excellence-discounters.com. Quality shipments starting from a low, low price of only $19.95 / quadratic cm! (quality is, as you know, a four dimensional entity)
License2KimJongill: hello?
License2KimJongill: helloooo...
Bush43: SORRY CAN'T TALK RIGHT NOW
Bush43: GOT COLON POWELL ON THE PHONE
License2KimJongill: i'm pretty sure it's spelled colin
Bush43: WELL I'M PRETTY SURE YOUR NAME IS SPELLED KIM JUNGLE
License2KimJongill: shut up
Bush43: YOU SHUT UP
License2KimJongill: no you shut up
Bush43: MAKE ME
License2KimJongill: make me make you
Bush43: WHAT?
License2KimJongill: i have to go too, I have colin powell on the phone too. You're talking to "colon" powell so I bet you have the wrong guy
Bush43: SHUT UP
License2KimJongill: you shut up
Shamelessly stolen from the Kim Jong Il livejournal
Late Thursday evening, local hobbit Ted Sandyman was only mildly surprised to see the Witch-king of Angmar, Lord of the Nazgul, riding down the road leading up and over The Hill. "Aye, sir, I was a-walkin' down the road to go do some fishin' at the Bywater Pool when up comes this surly fellow all in black," the miller's son commented. "He says to me, he says 'Where can I find Bagginsssss' in a real gruff voice, as if he's the Lord of Angmar, much like. I give him the ol' long look and says straight to his face, 'If it's Baggins you want, then go up-on The Hill. But you look mighty famished, sir, as if you didna' eat for a few centuries.' I then offers him to come over to the mill for some biscuits and the like but 'ee says he hasn't 'et anything for a few centuries 'cuz he's been dead for a few centuries. Than he went a-gallopin' up to the Hill, not even bothering to bid me a good day." Another hobbit, Millo Burrow, also saw the forsaken slave of the second dark lord stroll through the town. "It musta been noon-day when I sees him. He was a-ridin' a black horse, and so at first I thought it was old Mr. Butterbur come from Bree on an errand, but no: I look closer and, bless my hide, it's the Lord of Angmar. I shrug my shoulders and go on my way, seein' as it's no business of mine as to what an eternally damned witch king is doin' in town. Prolly buying some fine Hobbiton cheese, no doubt."
Dwarven metal-detector only turns up bottlecaps, shattered armor of comrades.
Isildur, eldest son and heir of Elendil, was dissapointed late afternoon last Monday when his attempt to find the ring which slipped off his finger failed. "I was lookining all through the muck, between the reeds and shrubs, and I even wrestled a Gladden Gator to see if it accidentally swallowed it." The King of both Arnor and Gondor then employed his three sons to aid in the search. After much searching amongst the reeds, Elendur, eldest of Isildur's four sons, shouted in the gloom, "I have located it, father!" Unfortunately, upon putting the ring on, Elendur did not dissappear, leaving the red embarrasement on his face plain to the eye. "Must be some other ring," he grumbled. The many corpses strewn across the Gladden Fields did not help the endeavour either. "All of this cracked and broken armor is really throwing off the metal detector. It's like trying to find a needle in a bloody, corpse-strewn haystack. I can only hope my insurance covers this." When pressed for comment, Lloyd's of London only said that "Insurance for rings of power laden with the capability of invisibility is not available, not even for a king of the Numenoreans, largely because "invisible rings" are a huge source of insurance fraud." Later on in the day, the heir of Elendil was slain by an orc. "I can only hope the One Ring is not found by some scheming, hideous halfling-like creature which eminates bubbling-like noises, or else all is lost," he said in his dying words, before another arrow punctured his larynx.
It has already passed the Turning Back Seat Driving Test; 3 out of 4 husbands can't tell the difference between Bethical AI and the real thing! There are still some bugs though. It often gets stuck in an infinite feedback-loop, and repeats a list of stock phrases ad nauseum.
Come to think of it, though, I'm not sure if that is a bug.
For anyone interested in what Multivac is, here's a link to one of Asimov's short stories about it.
Well, it looks like we've found a candidate for the first thing to be slung-shot into orbit.
Researcher1: Is there anything to marital conversations other than shouting at the spouse?
Researcher2: NEVER! There's only one way to win a conversation: shout, shout, and shout again!!
Researcher1: You don't think that understanding and compromise have anything to do with it?
Researcher2: NO! It's all down to shouting. WAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAGHH!!!
Who's there?
BSA: (mumbles)
Who?
BSA: Unicef.
Oh! Why didn't you say that before?
BSA-landshark attacks pirate who opens the door.
PEROXIDE FOR CARMACK! shouted the geeks, sometimes at their monitor, sometimes at their cat, sometimes at their lunch.
It was only the second time since the Karma-for-Guns campaign that Slashdot gained the attention of the public.
PEROXIDE FOR CARMACK! shouted the public, sometimes at their spouse, sometimes at the television, sometimes to the telemarketer.
And soon did legislators of the United States take up the cry, carrying the battle to the floor of the Congress itself.
PEROXIDE FOR CARMACK! shouted the legislators, sometimes at each other, sometimes at the TV cameras, sometimes at their aides.
And soon did the President of the United States take up the cry, carrying the fight to the United Nations General Assembly.
PEROXIDE FOR CARMACK! the president would shout, sometimes at France, sometimes at Germany, sometimes at the teleprompter.
And soon did the world take up the cry, rousing its collective might and pooling together a vast supply of peroxide which was soon delivered to the house of John Carmack. The only man who might have objected was Hans Blix, but the last anyone saw him, he was staring into the mirror, nodding his head slowly and sighing.
And so, one day, Carmack was driving John Romero back from the hair salon. His old friend was raving about this new catalyzing-gel they use. Romero then opened the door, and that's the last anyone saw him. They say the explosion was like "two hundred thousand quad-damaged rocket jumps."
Should the space program be replaced by interpretive dance?