I've literally never gotten it to work properly, but my fingers are like sausages. Well, not really, but I wear a size 12.5 ring and i'm frankly not that coordinated, though I type just fine. Anyway, I have trouble with all touch panels of any sort, from payment kiosks to phones. There are some buttons on my iPhone that I push with my pinkie because the other fingers don't work.
I doubt i'm the target audience for nifty touchpad features. My killer feature is to be able to turn it all off.
The kind of sugar is important. Things like maltose and sucrose are very bad - have a high glycemic index. Others are really no worse than starches for me. Anyway, the 400kcal bottles of Soylent have an inconsequential spike associated with them.
6'7" (200cm) and 260 lbs (118kg/18.5 stone). I could stand to lose 20 pounds or so. I'm an insulin dependent diabetic and have been for over 25 years. I care about what I eat a lot. Proteins and fats work better than carbs. I do not have time for food preparation most of the time. I travel a lot. I've long ago weaned myself off of 'taste' as a requirement for food - if nothing else, the diabetes enforces that with requirements that I would prefer not to eat. I just have to feed the body. Soylent is a least evil option considering my constraints, allowing precise calorie control to match my insulin dosing without crappy artificial flavors, like just about every other similar product out there. I'd just eat it if I had my way. Keeping things under control is hard with normal food.
You should try having to rewash half the dishes you pull out of the cabinet because of visible debris. Who knows what's on the ones I can't see. If you think illness from rotting food left on plates and silverware is a crackpot notion, I'll gladly excuse myself from eating off your utensils.
The liquid is good for a year. The powder probably goes bad because the oil goes rancid. They used to have a separate oil and powder combo, which you'd assume had better keeping properties, but that was sacrificed to convenience.
That's ambiguous. He might possibly have been bisexual - he did have one bastard child that is attested to. There are accounts of him forcing himself on women. There are also accounts of him sharing a bed with Philip Augustus during the Crusade, which is where most of the homosexual rumors come from - other than his childless marriage to Berengaria. The truth is that he didn't spend much time with Berengaria, since while she accompanied him to Outremer, she stayed on Cyprus until Acre was taken, and left before he did in 1192 on his way to being kidnapped in Vienna and kept locked away for four years. He also got told he was a sodomite by a religious hermit, but sodomy didn't mean "gay anal sex" in the 1190s. If you did anything but marital procreative sex, you committed sodomy back then.
We'll never really know the truth. People who speculate an absolute like "Richard was gay" are not worth paying attention to.
If I want flavored food, i'll choose to eat something actually good - like cooked by a human who cares about the taste - rather than some prepackaged thing that is optimized for long term storage.
Much of what happened to Richard is subject to debate because of the cult of personality surrounding him, but there are two things about his life we can be relatively assured of. What happened during the Crusade is pretty well attested to on the (not sympathetic) Muslim side and therefore can be cross-checked. Second, that he was killed by a crossbow bolt to the shoulder that went gangrenous.
I actually ate through a box of these bars not long ago - finished the last one about two weeks ago. I kept blaming my daughter for not washing the dishes correctly and giving me dysentery via food debris (this actually happens, at least the food debris part). But maybe it was the bars? Who knows - I never will, now.
The bars are too caramel tasting anyway. I was really hoping for a bar that tasted like Soylent - like almost nothing at all.
Only because the politicians today are old, which is a near term innovation. Was Julius Caesar an old man at 41 when he started his Gallic conquests? Or Richard the Lionheart at 32 when he landed at Acre? Or Napoleon at 30 when he became First Consul? Not even by the standards of their times - in all cases, if you survived infant mortality, you had a better than even chance of seeing sixty - though engaging in active combat definitely pushed that life expectancy down. Or having fellow politicians do you to death with daggers.
You really have tunnel vision to modern tropes, don't you? Regardless, even in modern times, the leaders who push a country to war aren't always old.
It's the same reason the Army makes people get up early in the morning and do PT, then trains them to do absolutely nonsensical things like crawl through mud and climb obstacles. It's not really about physical fitness - if that were so, they'd insist they all pump iron until they rippled with muscle, and that's not many of the soldiers I know. What it is about is being able to do the nasty hard work when the time comes, and the discipline to make yourself do it. It's up to your brain to figure out when that moment is.
My stepfather was an Italian guy from Brooklyn who had been a failure at every real job (except being a soldier in Korea) he ever had because he was a conniver, a schemer, and a con artist. Then he found his calling - appliance service. It mostly called for selling people way more appliance parts than they needed. If you had a busted defrost timer in your refrigerator, he'd sell you heating elements, a condenser fan motor, the timer and then charge you to vacuum up the dust in the condenser coils (you should really do this yourself if you can...it improves the efficiency of the refrigerator immensely). Then he'd have these women tipping him for doing it all with a nice dose of sweat, while he pocketed $200 extra from them for the additional parts which were largely unnecessary. He trained his son to do the same thing, and he did. I just was along for the ride and it wasn't my calling. I'm not an effective con artist.
Now, you might say that had nothing to do with hard work, but it actually did. He had to get his ass up every morning at 0600 and work his ass off until usually about 1800, then do dinner and work some more afterward most days. He'd do his sales calls at night to people's houses. During the day, he'd do everything in the shop - service calls sometimes (as I described), but would haul around big appliances, rip out washer transmissions, bring big loads of scrap stuff to a metal recycler to make some money off of the hulks, and always keep himself looking good so that if someone came to the front desk, he could bullshit them into buying something without looking like a slob. Besides doing a lot of the carpentry and finish work required to keep the showroom looking good. No one worked harder than he did. When he was home he'd wear cutoff denim shorts and drink Jack Daniel's lying on the bed watching TV mostly.
He just knew when to turn it on and turn it off. I do something similar myself, but with less lying involved. Therefore, i'm less successful. But if you couldn't motivate yourself to the extreme efforts required sometimes, you'd never get anywhere.
That's my big complaint about the slothful mass of youth today. They'll get better (hopefully), but they have a lot of lazy counterexamples today, so I wonder if they would know that the ability to work very hard in the pursuit of a goal is the arbiter of success.
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Right after they get on investigating the Clinton Foundation.
Yes.
If companies that don't provide a usable trackpad and two hardware mouse buttons wonder why they aren't selling so many laptops...they're idiots.
I've literally never gotten it to work properly, but my fingers are like sausages. Well, not really, but I wear a size 12.5 ring and i'm frankly not that coordinated, though I type just fine. Anyway, I have trouble with all touch panels of any sort, from payment kiosks to phones. There are some buttons on my iPhone that I push with my pinkie because the other fingers don't work.
I doubt i'm the target audience for nifty touchpad features. My killer feature is to be able to turn it all off.
I turn off all the gesture and scroll support. All I want is a mouse interface and hardware buttons, anything else is too annoying.
The kind of sugar is important. Things like maltose and sucrose are very bad - have a high glycemic index. Others are really no worse than starches for me. Anyway, the 400kcal bottles of Soylent have an inconsequential spike associated with them.
Oh and yes, she is heroically lazy. In addition to a personality disorder which has required inpatient treatment. Just can't motivate herself.
If you don't clean the debris off the dishes, the dishwasher doesn't get it off either. It's mostly a disinfectant.
I see why you posted this AC.
6'7" (200cm) and 260 lbs (118kg/18.5 stone). I could stand to lose 20 pounds or so. I'm an insulin dependent diabetic and have been for over 25 years. I care about what I eat a lot. Proteins and fats work better than carbs. I do not have time for food preparation most of the time. I travel a lot. I've long ago weaned myself off of 'taste' as a requirement for food - if nothing else, the diabetes enforces that with requirements that I would prefer not to eat. I just have to feed the body. Soylent is a least evil option considering my constraints, allowing precise calorie control to match my insulin dosing without crappy artificial flavors, like just about every other similar product out there. I'd just eat it if I had my way. Keeping things under control is hard with normal food.
You should try having to rewash half the dishes you pull out of the cabinet because of visible debris. Who knows what's on the ones I can't see. If you think illness from rotting food left on plates and silverware is a crackpot notion, I'll gladly excuse myself from eating off your utensils.
The deal with my wife is that I eat (drink?) the Soylent at work and eat real food at home. Saves money (surprisingly) and avoids eating junk.
The liquid is good for a year. The powder probably goes bad because the oil goes rancid. They used to have a separate oil and powder combo, which you'd assume had better keeping properties, but that was sacrificed to convenience.
That's ambiguous. He might possibly have been bisexual - he did have one bastard child that is attested to. There are accounts of him forcing himself on women. There are also accounts of him sharing a bed with Philip Augustus during the Crusade, which is where most of the homosexual rumors come from - other than his childless marriage to Berengaria. The truth is that he didn't spend much time with Berengaria, since while she accompanied him to Outremer, she stayed on Cyprus until Acre was taken, and left before he did in 1192 on his way to being kidnapped in Vienna and kept locked away for four years. He also got told he was a sodomite by a religious hermit, but sodomy didn't mean "gay anal sex" in the 1190s. If you did anything but marital procreative sex, you committed sodomy back then.
We'll never really know the truth. People who speculate an absolute like "Richard was gay" are not worth paying attention to.
They were actually out of stock of the bars when I re-ordered a few weeks ago. I suspect this has been building for a while.
If I want flavored food, i'll choose to eat something actually good - like cooked by a human who cares about the taste - rather than some prepackaged thing that is optimized for long term storage.
Much of what happened to Richard is subject to debate because of the cult of personality surrounding him, but there are two things about his life we can be relatively assured of. What happened during the Crusade is pretty well attested to on the (not sympathetic) Muslim side and therefore can be cross-checked. Second, that he was killed by a crossbow bolt to the shoulder that went gangrenous.
Rebrand the bars as laxatives!
I actually ate through a box of these bars not long ago - finished the last one about two weeks ago. I kept blaming my daughter for not washing the dishes correctly and giving me dysentery via food debris (this actually happens, at least the food debris part). But maybe it was the bars? Who knows - I never will, now.
The bars are too caramel tasting anyway. I was really hoping for a bar that tasted like Soylent - like almost nothing at all.
True, you do get "Comfortably Numb" in the mix.
Only because the politicians today are old, which is a near term innovation. Was Julius Caesar an old man at 41 when he started his Gallic conquests? Or Richard the Lionheart at 32 when he landed at Acre? Or Napoleon at 30 when he became First Consul? Not even by the standards of their times - in all cases, if you survived infant mortality, you had a better than even chance of seeing sixty - though engaging in active combat definitely pushed that life expectancy down. Or having fellow politicians do you to death with daggers.
You really have tunnel vision to modern tropes, don't you? Regardless, even in modern times, the leaders who push a country to war aren't always old.
It's called "discipline" and it's been the hallmark of successful armed forces for the last few thousand years.
One could also interpret this differently, as saying they inserted a back door in a previous release. In which case 7.1a is compromised as well.
Simple pattern matching, basically. AI is Siri. AI in the late 80s was Eliza. Siri is not much better than Eliza.
It's the same reason the Army makes people get up early in the morning and do PT, then trains them to do absolutely nonsensical things like crawl through mud and climb obstacles. It's not really about physical fitness - if that were so, they'd insist they all pump iron until they rippled with muscle, and that's not many of the soldiers I know. What it is about is being able to do the nasty hard work when the time comes, and the discipline to make yourself do it. It's up to your brain to figure out when that moment is.
My stepfather was an Italian guy from Brooklyn who had been a failure at every real job (except being a soldier in Korea) he ever had because he was a conniver, a schemer, and a con artist. Then he found his calling - appliance service. It mostly called for selling people way more appliance parts than they needed. If you had a busted defrost timer in your refrigerator, he'd sell you heating elements, a condenser fan motor, the timer and then charge you to vacuum up the dust in the condenser coils (you should really do this yourself if you can...it improves the efficiency of the refrigerator immensely). Then he'd have these women tipping him for doing it all with a nice dose of sweat, while he pocketed $200 extra from them for the additional parts which were largely unnecessary. He trained his son to do the same thing, and he did. I just was along for the ride and it wasn't my calling. I'm not an effective con artist.
Now, you might say that had nothing to do with hard work, but it actually did. He had to get his ass up every morning at 0600 and work his ass off until usually about 1800, then do dinner and work some more afterward most days. He'd do his sales calls at night to people's houses. During the day, he'd do everything in the shop - service calls sometimes (as I described), but would haul around big appliances, rip out washer transmissions, bring big loads of scrap stuff to a metal recycler to make some money off of the hulks, and always keep himself looking good so that if someone came to the front desk, he could bullshit them into buying something without looking like a slob. Besides doing a lot of the carpentry and finish work required to keep the showroom looking good. No one worked harder than he did. When he was home he'd wear cutoff denim shorts and drink Jack Daniel's lying on the bed watching TV mostly.
He just knew when to turn it on and turn it off. I do something similar myself, but with less lying involved. Therefore, i'm less successful. But if you couldn't motivate yourself to the extreme efforts required sometimes, you'd never get anywhere.
That's my big complaint about the slothful mass of youth today. They'll get better (hopefully), but they have a lot of lazy counterexamples today, so I wonder if they would know that the ability to work very hard in the pursuit of a goal is the arbiter of success.
I saw something about the "tired of supporting it" bs, but the assumption at the time was that it was a warrant canary of sorts.
What makes you think that the harridan warmonger wouldn't be the one to push the button? Remember she was a Goldwater Girl. She still is.
Go watch the 1964 anti-Goldwater ad with the mushroom clouds to get the picture.
Why are people still using something that the authors of same apparently think is compromised?