I recommend the book Dead Men Do Tell Tales -- forensic pathologists tracking down apparent suicides, in many cases.
There is a case -- from Toronto -- of a man doing just what was described as impossible by Mythbusters. Did they control for saline content? It was determined that the high saline content of this man (must have been dehydrated) allowed the arc. It had previously been thought a suicide.
(and just for fun, in the telling that is, another man tied a dagger to his radiator point-up and stabbed himself 7 times in the head -- in this case, ruled a homicide because they figured no one could possibly manage this feat -- wrong again)
I must admit that I marvel at the middle-income family that invested in a $1400 set of books for their kids. Sure, you can spend that on a computer, but first of all, given inflation, that's going to be a fair bit more, and secondly, given the multi-use nature of computers, it's not (tell me it is) likely going to be a pure investment in learning.
I suppose I'm mostly glad that encyclopedias have gone the way of the stencil, as how many people could afford to get more than one or two volumes from their local K-mart (get the volume with stuff in it you're interested in!) -- and those were the discount-nature ones. But that kind of dedication to learning still awes me a little.
Or if that's not his thing, and he isn't scared off by the new-agey fringers, yoga can work, too. Not for ass-kicking, but for getting in tune with his body, which, if he's a typical geek, is way out of whack.
One of the best insights I remember from Coupland's Microserfs was the talk about a geek's disconnection from his/her body. How it's just this thing we pay little attention to, and consequently, it does not serve us well. I'm a runner, too, but while that works on a stress-reduction level, I don't think it puts you in tune as well as a more precise discipline such as martial arts or yoga.
Beyond some frank discussion (everyone needs someone to tell them the truth about stuff), however, what more can you do? You can only do so much. In truth, a woman will change him -- for the better, if she's a good one. Let's face it, guys are extreme, and admirable for being extreme. We can live off very little and get by, and that lends itself to all kinds of single-minded dedication, and thus achievement, but women tend to bring temperance to what they touch. (again, the good ones). Just my $.02
I just hope Ian Mckellar is still around to play gandalf when the time comes.
Doesn't matter. They can just get Mary Alice to replace him, and then throw in some jive bullshit about why he looks different and how "there was a cost".
Then again, judging from the senselessness of some of Jackson's alterations from the books, we can probably expect Tom Bombadil to show up in this one.
I more than doubled the previous first-trial correct score during memory trials at my undergrad, and these were nonsense sentence-pairs (not even normal grammatical structure), where key words of either sentence would be stated, and I'd have to repeat the key words (or the whole sentence) from the other. Two wrong first trial, zero second, zero third (thus, done). Ok, take the morning off!
The "secret"? Association. For every sentence, I matched words to visual images as they might appear in an episode of Cheers. (this was awhile ago) The two I had trouble with -- these were the two I had trouble making "episodes" out of in my head.
Were I doing a deck of cards, I'd tell a running mental story with the cards as characters, in order to keep their order straight. I don't actually think this would be that big a deal, unless the time constraints were severe.
I also, as an aside, have a terrible memory day-to-day, which I blame on simply not putting the effort in (conspicuously, some will note, "people facts" -- birthdays, names, and the like).
wow, don't people get pissed when someone does the sensible thing. it's one thing to slam self-righteousness, but the only one saying "better than anyone else" is you.
it's like when Bill Maher says, when asked directly, yes, he's a vegetarian, and everyone jumps on him -- ooooh, you think you're betttter than everyone else! well, no, he wasn't proslytizing ya damn reactionary.
why don't you just whine some more about tv while ya watch it? better to light a candle than...
meh. once I've watched a dvd once, the next time I pop it in I'm asked if I want to continue play from where it left off, ie: somewhere near the end of the credits. I say sure and hit "title menu" right after, and there's the title menu.
I don't know why, but that day seemed to mark the return of convenience reigning supreme. The "greens" were once again relegated to fad or fringe status.
If you think back to the golden age of arcade gaming, you'll remember the first few instances of trackballs (such as centipede). Given the fury with which players would use them, they seemed awfully strenuous compared to joysticks, but they certainly positioned better (can you imagine trying to play marble madness with a joystick?).
Ira Shalowitz: Barry can pick out the exact right flavor of ice cream to follow any meal. Go ahead. Challenge him. Mitch Robbins: Challenge him? Barry Shalowitz: Go on. Mitch Robbins: Franks and beans. Barry Shalowitz: Scoop of chocolate, scoop of vanilla. Don't waste my time. [Flings plate at Mitch as if he throws down the gauntlet] Barry Shalowitz: Come on. Push me. Mitch Robbins: Sea bass. Barry Shalowitz: Grilled? Mitch Robbins: Sauteed. Barry Shalowitz: I'm with you. Mitch Robbins: Potatoes au gratin. Asparagus. Barry Shalowitz: Rum raisin. Ira and Barry Shalowitz: WOOF! Mitch Robbins: What do you mean "Woof"?! How do you know he's right?
fuck. what an utterly perverse way to take away my joy. I was worried about MP2 being too different, and instead you give me AfterM*A*S*H, the new WKRP. Scheisse
oh well. at least it'll be better than DE2. the real kicker? I was given a 30-day satisfaction guarantee on DE2, and simply didn't play it for those 30 days. ugh.
You had me till you said "same guys who recently gave us Deus Ex: Invisible War". Deus Ex (and could people please stop pronouncing it like "deuce"? It's Latin, people. DAY-us) is one of a number of games that have suffered a less-stylish sequel, IMHO. (To Be Continued. I hear that Nihilistic isn't doing the new Vamp Masq, and that the new company is making it more like a first-person shooter. Great. We need more of those.)
What is the deal when sequel-makers get their hands on loads of cash and graphics capabilities, as a result of the popularity of the original, only to fuck the original squarely up the ass? I haven't picked up Max Payne 2, yet, and I sincerely hope this is not the case. Sure, DE2 looks... well, even to say "better" is to suggest that cartoonish bright colours and soft lines automtically mean better. The original DE looked grainy and that seemed appropros. Also, as a side note, the protag and his brother both looked and sounded like Stephen Baldwin, and that was a friggin cool edge. This new guy I want to smack.
Game makers pay attention: voice acting is important! Hell, even if Soul 2: Mythblighter wasn't a 10 out of 10, game-wise (though I'd rate it middling-high), the voice acting had me riveted. The diary entries with the first encounter with the undead, etc. were superb. Contrast with, say, Warcraft 3, esp Frozen Throne. Ok, that's a game that has me wanting to skip the crap and get to the game, but this just exacerbates that reaction. Whiny female non-acting "Our kingdom is in danger!" Whatever. End result: lowered respect for the game, generally./rant
Hey, if you have time to lock the bastard down and turn on an alarm, wouldn't you also have time to press the suspend button, close it up, and carry it with you?
Not if I've got a half dozen papers open on the thing. Plus, I hate lugging stuff into a bathroom stall. The hook is always non-existant/ripped out, and you end up putting stuff on the floor or on your lap.
This is a nice place, but I'm not prepared to test human nature with my laptop as bait.:)
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If it's real, he's in for trouble; if it's not, serves him right.
I recommend the book Dead Men Do Tell Tales -- forensic pathologists tracking down apparent suicides, in many cases.
There is a case -- from Toronto -- of a man doing just what was described as impossible by Mythbusters. Did they control for saline content? It was determined that the high saline content of this man (must have been dehydrated) allowed the arc. It had previously been thought a suicide.
(and just for fun, in the telling that is, another man tied a dagger to his radiator point-up and stabbed himself 7 times in the head -- in this case, ruled a homicide because they figured no one could possibly manage this feat -- wrong again)
DW
I must admit that I marvel at the middle-income family that invested in a $1400 set of books for their kids. Sure, you can spend that on a computer, but first of all, given inflation, that's going to be a fair bit more, and secondly, given the multi-use nature of computers, it's not (tell me it is) likely going to be a pure investment in learning.
I suppose I'm mostly glad that encyclopedias have gone the way of the stencil, as how many people could afford to get more than one or two volumes from their local K-mart (get the volume with stuff in it you're interested in!) -- and those were the discount-nature ones. But that kind of dedication to learning still awes me a little.
Or if that's not his thing, and he isn't scared off by the new-agey fringers, yoga can work, too. Not for ass-kicking, but for getting in tune with his body, which, if he's a typical geek, is way out of whack.
One of the best insights I remember from Coupland's Microserfs was the talk about a geek's disconnection from his/her body. How it's just this thing we pay little attention to, and consequently, it does not serve us well. I'm a runner, too, but while that works on a stress-reduction level, I don't think it puts you in tune as well as a more precise discipline such as martial arts or yoga.
Beyond some frank discussion (everyone needs someone to tell them the truth about stuff), however, what more can you do? You can only do so much. In truth, a woman will change him -- for the better, if she's a good one. Let's face it, guys are extreme, and admirable for being extreme. We can live off very little and get by, and that lends itself to all kinds of single-minded dedication, and thus achievement, but women tend to bring temperance to what they touch. (again, the good ones). Just my $.02
No, but it would be a good place for an Eowyn joke.
Smaug, breathing smoke: "No MAN can kill me"
A dozen dwarves and a hobbit jump on him with spears.
I just hope Ian Mckellar is still around to play gandalf when the time comes.
Doesn't matter. They can just get Mary Alice to replace him, and then throw in some jive bullshit about why he looks different and how "there was a cost".
Then again, judging from the senselessness of some of Jackson's alterations from the books, we can probably expect Tom Bombadil to show up in this one.
I more than doubled the previous first-trial correct score during memory trials at my undergrad, and these were nonsense sentence-pairs (not even normal grammatical structure), where key words of either sentence would be stated, and I'd have to repeat the key words (or the whole sentence) from the other. Two wrong first trial, zero second, zero third (thus, done). Ok, take the morning off!
The "secret"? Association. For every sentence, I matched words to visual images as they might appear in an episode of Cheers. (this was awhile ago) The two I had trouble with -- these were the two I had trouble making "episodes" out of in my head.
Were I doing a deck of cards, I'd tell a running mental story with the cards as characters, in order to keep their order straight. I don't actually think this would be that big a deal, unless the time constraints were severe.
I also, as an aside, have a terrible memory day-to-day, which I blame on simply not putting the effort in (conspicuously, some will note, "people facts" -- birthdays, names, and the like).
and if my granny had wheels she'd be a wagon
As long as when I magnify as a babe walks by, the lens refraction makes my eyes appear to google outward like some cartoon lech.
wow, don't people get pissed when someone does the sensible thing. it's one thing to slam self-righteousness, but the only one saying "better than anyone else" is you.
it's like when Bill Maher says, when asked directly, yes, he's a vegetarian, and everyone jumps on him -- ooooh, you think you're betttter than everyone else! well, no, he wasn't proslytizing ya damn reactionary.
why don't you just whine some more about tv while ya watch it? better to light a candle than...
But what about the Superbowl? I want to be able to see something like Janet's "performance" over and over again...
There's nothing sadder than a sad Japanese man... - I mean, saggy tit fetish...
meh. once I've watched a dvd once, the next time I pop it in I'm asked if I want to continue play from where it left off, ie: somewhere near the end of the credits. I say sure and hit "title menu" right after, and there's the title menu.
No fuss, no muss.
Disposable contacts.
I don't know why, but that day seemed to mark the return of convenience reigning supreme. The "greens" were once again relegated to fad or fringe status.
I do dislike them, based on "Fight Club"
Congratulations. You are not your khakis.
You're a freakin fanboy instead.
If you think back to the golden age of arcade gaming, you'll remember the first few instances of trackballs (such as centipede). Given the fury with which players would use them, they seemed awfully strenuous compared to joysticks, but they certainly positioned better (can you imagine trying to play marble madness with a joystick?).
What's a mouse? Basically an inverse trackball.
30% Funny
40% Offtopic
30% Insightful
for the comment on my comment???
you people are insane.
I personally think it has almost everything to do with flip height and speed.
Natch. People confuse randomness with unpredictability. Just because we cannot predict the result of something doesn't make it random.
Of course, I'm a determinist (compatiblist, actually), so to me, everything is a coin toss (ie: not random, though often unpredictable).
Ira Shalowitz: Barry can pick out the exact right flavor of ice cream to follow any meal. Go ahead. Challenge him.
Mitch Robbins: Challenge him?
Barry Shalowitz: Go on.
Mitch Robbins: Franks and beans.
Barry Shalowitz: Scoop of chocolate, scoop of vanilla. Don't waste my time.
[Flings plate at Mitch as if he throws down the gauntlet]
Barry Shalowitz: Come on. Push me.
Mitch Robbins: Sea bass.
Barry Shalowitz: Grilled?
Mitch Robbins: Sauteed.
Barry Shalowitz: I'm with you.
Mitch Robbins: Potatoes au gratin. Asparagus.
Barry Shalowitz: Rum raisin.
Ira and Barry Shalowitz: WOOF!
Mitch Robbins: What do you mean "Woof"?! How do you know he's right?
10% troll...
20% off-topic...
70% funny???
you people spent 10 mod points on this snippet of humour?! Scheisse!
No, NO, Space_Cowboy, you have got it ALL WRONG.
Now I want you to repeat after me:
- First
- Post
- !
fuck. what an utterly perverse way to take away my joy. I was worried about MP2 being too different, and instead you give me AfterM*A*S*H, the new WKRP. Scheisse
oh well. at least it'll be better than DE2. the real kicker? I was given a 30-day satisfaction guarantee on DE2, and simply didn't play it for those 30 days. ugh.
well, thanks for the info, anyway.
lol. I was so irate upon reading that, I neglected to see if there were similar reactions in the thread. Nice to know I wasn't alone.
Care to bullet-list your top (bottom) specific complaints about the game? I haven't gotten through it yet, but man, it makes me not want to.
You had me till you said "same guys who recently gave us Deus Ex: Invisible War". Deus Ex (and could people please stop pronouncing it like "deuce"? It's Latin, people. DAY-us) is one of a number of games that have suffered a less-stylish sequel, IMHO. (To Be Continued. I hear that Nihilistic isn't doing the new Vamp Masq, and that the new company is making it more like a first-person shooter. Great. We need more of those.)
/rant
What is the deal when sequel-makers get their hands on loads of cash and graphics capabilities, as a result of the popularity of the original, only to fuck the original squarely up the ass? I haven't picked up Max Payne 2, yet, and I sincerely hope this is not the case. Sure, DE2 looks... well, even to say "better" is to suggest that cartoonish bright colours and soft lines automtically mean better. The original DE looked grainy and that seemed appropros. Also, as a side note, the protag and his brother both looked and sounded like Stephen Baldwin, and that was a friggin cool edge. This new guy I want to smack.
Game makers pay attention: voice acting is important! Hell, even if Soul 2: Mythblighter wasn't a 10 out of 10, game-wise (though I'd rate it middling-high), the voice acting had me riveted. The diary entries with the first encounter with the undead, etc. were superb. Contrast with, say, Warcraft 3, esp Frozen Throne. Ok, that's a game that has me wanting to skip the crap and get to the game, but this just exacerbates that reaction. Whiny female non-acting "Our kingdom is in danger!" Whatever. End result: lowered respect for the game, generally.
Hey, if you have time to lock the bastard down and turn on an alarm, wouldn't you also have time to press the suspend button, close it up, and carry it with you?
:)
Not if I've got a half dozen papers open on the thing. Plus, I hate lugging stuff into a bathroom stall. The hook is always non-existant/ripped out, and you end up putting stuff on the floor or on your lap.
This is a nice place, but I'm not prepared to test human nature with my laptop as bait.
Ok, well I'm also kind of a folkie musician. I'm going to have to try to find out more about these guys! Too bizarre.