The newfound planet is a Jupiter-sized gas giant orbiting a star located about 500 light-years from the Earth in the constellation Lyra. This world circles its star every 3.03 days at a distance of only 4 million miles, much closer and faster than the planet Mercury in our solar system.
Again?
Am I the only one beginning to feel a little skepticism about some of these claims? They keep finding giant planets closer to stars than Mercury, which seems to fly in the face of many previously established theories of planetary system formation.
Yeah, maybe this is new info that modifies the older theories, and maybe this is the way things are but something just seems wrong here. They keep finding this situation of Jupiter sized (or larger) worlds hugging their parent stars. Could there be some other mechanism at work?
One other idea is that this is simply the sitation we are able to detect with current methods (dimming and wobble), but, geez, there's so many of them like this. My Spidey-sense has begun to tingle.
Yes, but there is nothing lazier than an ideologue, which is what you are. As far as I care, Gore AND Murdoch could jump into a wood chipper together and I wouldn't even blink.
Nonsense. Reporters as watchdogs is an old tradition. Reporting *should* be investigative, and if a politcian comes out with a completely idiotic plan, there should at least be some sort of followup question. I'm not looking for bias (my example was a cheeky extreme), but I am looking for answers, and modern day journalism does not go for the real answers. Oooo! They might not be invited to the next press club party at the governor's mansion.
That's actually the real problem... the mingling and hobnobbing of the media with those they are supposed to be covering.
I want unbiased facts, too. The problem is I get very few facts at all because the reporters never dig! I've lost count of the number of times I have watched a press conferecne and wished I could dive into the screen and ask some questions of my own. These so called pro reporters are rarely any better than the vapid, stupid bint who askeed Clinton "boxers or briefs".
It's not a matter of being less truthful. American media is LAZY.
For example, here in California, a local radio show is the ONLY media outlet reporting on the many shennagins of the state government. Arnold calling them girly men was about 1/1000 of what the scumbags in the Scaramento statehouse deserve to be called. Evil, fascist, brainless, retarded, shit-filled, legal citizen-raping vermin begins to get in the same city as the ballpark, and this is coming from a avowed Independent. Honestly, if someone revealed tomorrow inarguable proof that the state legislature was comprised mainly of foriegn enemy agents whose goal was to destroy California economically, I wouldn't be the least bit suprised. It's either that or these people are the dumbest shits ever to walk upright.
You click on the local news, and it's a laundry list of robberies/murders, vague weather reports and snowboarding cats. When they can be bothered to cover a press conference by a state official, it's just reported verbatim. No one ever challenges anything. No reporter ever asks something like, "Do you really think a new 75 cent a gallon gas tax even approaces the outer reaches of coherent sanity at this point in time, and have you considered how much revenue it will actually bring in when the California economy basically evaporates overnight?"
And you can tell it's not bias. It's just laziness. Asking a followup question is just too much bother for them.
Will they just legalize prostitution like Nevada already? That's a fine example of how something like that can can be run and regulated in a rational manner. Then if a guy needs a little lovin' he can get it without having to play the "oh, be my precious knight in shining armor, and don't dare show a single human imperfection" game for eight weeks, or spend more on clothes, hair product and other sociologically vapid facades than on the mortgage and gasoline bill combined (thank *you* Queer Eye). And it's far more cost effective in the long run.
I got a copy free from Apple for something or other. I didn't understand the popularity of The Sims, either
It was an interesting idea, and the execution was pretty brilliant, but it just wasn't fun for me. By the time I got the character done eating, shitting, cleaning up (usually in that order), it was time to go to bed again and go to work.
In other words, it was TOO MUCH like real life.
When I turn on a video game, I want powers beyond those of mortal men, epic struggles against a worthy foe or I want to see sexy dark elf babes in magical lingerie.
Sometimes I want to BE the sexy dark elf babe in magical lingerie, but that's a different thread.
Yuna: Kilika, shit, I'm still only in Kilika. Every time I think I'm gonna wake up back in the Macalania Woods. Been here a week now, waiting for a sidequest, getting softer. Every minute I stay in this room, I get weaker, and every minute the fiends squat in the bush, they get stronger.
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Rikku: How many people had I already killed? There was those 70,000 hit points worth that I know about for sure. Close enough to blow their last breath in my face. But this time it was an Al Bhed and an officer. That wasn't supposed to make any difference to me, but it did. Shit... charging a man with murder in this place was like handing out speeding tickets in Grand Turismo. I took the mission. What the hell else was I gonna do?
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Paine: Zero through nine, no maybes, no supposes, no fractions. You can't do hit point damage, you can't go out into the world map, you know, with, like, you know, uh, with fractions - what are you going to hit with - one-quarter, three-eighths? What are you going to do when you go from here to Bevelle or something? That's integer RPG math.
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Tidus: You smell that? Do you smell that?... Firaga spells, son. Nothing else in the world smells like that. I love the smell of firaga spells in the morning. You know, one time we had a hill hit with Bahamut summons, for twelve hours. When it was all over I walked up. We didn't find one of 'em, not one stinkin' fiend body. The smell, you know that brimstone smell, the whole hill. Smelled like... a level up. Someday this cut scene's gonna end...
However, this may be a case of current technology and techniques being unable to detect planets similar to Earth."
Uh, yeah, you think?And CNN continues to amaze with the suckdick quality of its science reporting.
Many of the techniques are rated by the mass of planet they can detect (or mass relative to parent star), and they've been making continual improvements to lower that number, but it still has a way to go.
The stuff I edit until it's just right gets "overrated" down to -12, but the first draft quips I just toss out... THOSE get the +5. I tell ya, I'm in the Bizarro universe or something.
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If you are a politician, CEO or advisor to similar, you should probably read this book as well.
Perhaps all long-journey astronauts should be women.
Controller 1: What happened?
Controller 2: Jupiter Two has exploded!
Controller 1: My God! What happened? Was there any telemetry?
Controller 2: Just a snippet of transmission.
Controller 1: Was it a distress call? What did you hear?
Controller 2: I heard Commander Janice shout "You bitch!" and then Lt. Sally say something about clawing out eye. Then there was just ten second of hissing and spitting and howling.
Controller 1: Oh no! They synchronized! The dreaded (looks around and whispers) full moon effect!
Controller 2: I thought we solved that with those pills?
Controller 1: Yes, but... (sighs) There were always unknows, and the Jupiter system... sixty-three moons!
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I just measured one. 12 cm.
ObSheesh: Sheesh!
I hope this helps. :-)
Again?
Am I the only one beginning to feel a little skepticism about some of these claims? They keep finding giant planets closer to stars than Mercury, which seems to fly in the face of many previously established theories of planetary system formation.
Yeah, maybe this is new info that modifies the older theories, and maybe this is the way things are but something just seems wrong here. They keep finding this situation of Jupiter sized (or larger) worlds hugging their parent stars. Could there be some other mechanism at work?
One other idea is that this is simply the sitation we are able to detect with current methods (dimming and wobble), but, geez, there's so many of them like this. My Spidey-sense has begun to tingle.
Then how bad can it be?
If Colt or Smith & Wesson or Remington had any balls at all, they product place into the Grand Theft Auto series.
Yes, but there is nothing lazier than an ideologue, which is what you are. As far as I care, Gore AND Murdoch could jump into a wood chipper together and I wouldn't even blink.
That's actually the real problem... the mingling and hobnobbing of the media with those they are supposed to be covering.
I want unbiased facts, too. The problem is I get very few facts at all because the reporters never dig! I've lost count of the number of times I have watched a press conferecne and wished I could dive into the screen and ask some questions of my own. These so called pro reporters are rarely any better than the vapid, stupid bint who askeed Clinton "boxers or briefs".
For example, here in California, a local radio show is the ONLY media outlet reporting on the many shennagins of the state government. Arnold calling them girly men was about 1/1000 of what the scumbags in the Scaramento statehouse deserve to be called. Evil, fascist, brainless, retarded, shit-filled, legal citizen-raping vermin begins to get in the same city as the ballpark, and this is coming from a avowed Independent. Honestly, if someone revealed tomorrow inarguable proof that the state legislature was comprised mainly of foriegn enemy agents whose goal was to destroy California economically, I wouldn't be the least bit suprised. It's either that or these people are the dumbest shits ever to walk upright.
You click on the local news, and it's a laundry list of robberies/murders, vague weather reports and snowboarding cats. When they can be bothered to cover a press conference by a state official, it's just reported verbatim. No one ever challenges anything. No reporter ever asks something like, "Do you really think a new 75 cent a gallon gas tax even approaces the outer reaches of coherent sanity at this point in time, and have you considered how much revenue it will actually bring in when the California economy basically evaporates overnight?"
And you can tell it's not bias. It's just laziness. Asking a followup question is just too much bother for them.
Of course not. Italy has WAY better food. I mean, DAMN, but theys gots good food there. I gained 20 pounds on a one week trip.
And the Italian women... oh my...
Will they just legalize prostitution like Nevada already? That's a fine example of how something like that can can be run and regulated in a rational manner. Then if a guy needs a little lovin' he can get it without having to play the "oh, be my precious knight in shining armor, and don't dare show a single human imperfection" game for eight weeks, or spend more on clothes, hair product and other sociologically vapid facades than on the mortgage and gasoline bill combined (thank *you* Queer Eye). And it's far more cost effective in the long run.
Hellfire missiles into the offices of spammers. It's the only way to be sure.
It was an interesting idea, and the execution was pretty brilliant, but it just wasn't fun for me. By the time I got the character done eating, shitting, cleaning up (usually in that order), it was time to go to bed again and go to work.
In other words, it was TOO MUCH like real life.
When I turn on a video game, I want powers beyond those of mortal men, epic struggles against a worthy foe or I want to see sexy dark elf babes in magical lingerie.
Sometimes I want to BE the sexy dark elf babe in magical lingerie, but that's a different thread.
There's plenty of sources of inspiration in this world.
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Rikku: How many people had I already killed? There was those 70,000 hit points worth that I know about for sure. Close enough to blow their last breath in my face. But this time it was an Al Bhed and an officer. That wasn't supposed to make any difference to me, but it did. Shit... charging a man with murder in this place was like handing out speeding tickets in Grand Turismo. I took the mission. What the hell else was I gonna do?
---
Paine: Zero through nine, no maybes, no supposes, no fractions. You can't do hit point damage, you can't go out into the world map, you know, with, like, you know, uh, with fractions - what are you going to hit with - one-quarter, three-eighths? What are you going to do when you go from here to Bevelle or something? That's integer RPG math.
---
Tidus: You smell that? Do you smell that?... Firaga spells, son. Nothing else in the world smells like that. I love the smell of firaga spells in the morning. You know, one time we had a hill hit with Bahamut summons, for twelve hours. When it was all over I walked up. We didn't find one of 'em, not one stinkin' fiend body. The smell, you know that brimstone smell, the whole hill. Smelled like... a level up. Someday this cut scene's gonna end...
Uhhh... The Ram 1500 is a pickup. I own one. It's well under 3 tons.
Maybe the EV1? I think that was a purely electric vehicle.
Uh, yeah, you think?And CNN continues to amaze with the suckdick quality of its science reporting.
Many of the techniques are rated by the mass of planet they can detect (or mass relative to parent star), and they've been making continual improvements to lower that number, but it still has a way to go.
Wallpaper? Data secrecy? Is there no Martha Stewart joke to be had here? C'mon, people!
Replace tinfoil hat with new wallpaper. : 34,109
D'oh! I thought they meant Windows desktop! D'oh! I'm a friggin' idiot! D'oh! : 14,951
"Firewallpaper" : 12,520
Capture the RF energy into a capacitatory dongle and have perpetual motion! Ha ha HAAAA! Global domination! : 1954
This is a repost! Death to the reposters! Die! Die! Die! Arrrgghhhh! (gurgle) : 675
In Soviet Russia, wall papers you! : -1
Yeah, I know. Tasteless. Deal with it, my poppets.
Huh. Today I was a funny insightful troll.
The stuff I edit until it's just right gets "overrated" down to -12, but the first draft quips I just toss out... THOSE get the +5. I tell ya, I'm in the Bizarro universe or something.
Well, first they should learn to read.
"Suspended" by Infocom, right?
Controller 1: What happened?
Controller 2: Jupiter Two has exploded!
Controller 1: My God! What happened? Was there any telemetry?
Controller 2: Just a snippet of transmission.
Controller 1: Was it a distress call? What did you hear?
Controller 2: I heard Commander Janice shout "You bitch!" and then Lt. Sally say something about clawing out eye. Then there was just ten second of hissing and spitting and howling.
Controller 1: Oh no! They synchronized! The dreaded (looks around and whispers) full moon effect!
Controller 2: I thought we solved that with those pills?
Controller 1: Yes, but... (sighs) There were always unknows, and the Jupiter system... sixty-three moons!
Controller 2: We were bloody fools!
Controller 1: That's not funny, Bob.