I certainly applaud the effort to reconcile hardcore and casual gaming, but Super Mario Brothers Wii will not accomplish that because of one glaring problem: it is on the Wii. The Wii is not a hardcore gaming platform. It is the platform you use when you want to give your casual gaming friend a snowball's chance against you in a game that relies more the Wii interpreting in a fortuitous way your frustrated spastic Wiimote flailing than it does skill. Speaking for myself, I prefer an input system that is a bit more precise and accurate than the Wii, which is wont to take my motions more as suggestions than actual controls.
I wonder, does it account for leap seconds and the slowing rotation of the Earth? If not, someone's going to look foolish in a few thousand years when their clock is off.
Just a clarification to all my American friends out there:
In English English, fag means cigarette. The previous poster is probably not involved in human trafficking.
I can say almost nobody likes self-check machines. I work for a grocery store an I refuse to use them if I have more than a couple items. Customers can't explain or reason with them. Stores have to devote an experienced cashier to monitor them. Funny thing is though, a halfway decent cashier can process as many items per minute as three self-check machines. A really good cashier can compete with four or five. If you are losing a cashier to babysit the machines, the store isn't scanning any faster in terms of items per minute. In fact, the store is definitely losing valuable customer interaction and, possibly, efficiency. That is, unless, you have six or more self-checks. In that case, you are a Walmart, and you don't care about customer interaction or service, just price and volume. But that's a whole different rant.
Most major operations bring the patient to the brink of death or into clinical death because either a vital organ is being replaced or the doctors can't have the patient moving around. True, massively available donor organs might entice some people to live dangerous lifestyles, but the odds facing a patient in surgery to replace a vital organ are well within human comprehension. Major surgery always carries the threat or certainty of death. I've been dead before, and it's no fun.
Organs and stem cells from other creatures don't affect an animal's DNA, just the organs of that individual animal. You can create as many chimeras as you want, but you won't be affecting much in the way of natural selection. (As if natural selection applied to domesticated animals any more. Pigs and turkeys are engineered to put on weight so fast that they live only a few months.)
The greater question is about the treatment such animals would receive. How human does it have to be before it has a right to life and liberty? My personal threshold for such treatment is self-awareness. Monkeys, apes, dolphins, and perhaps octopi should be treated with more respect than other animals, possibly including sub-idiot humans.
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I certainly applaud the effort to reconcile hardcore and casual gaming, but Super Mario Brothers Wii will not accomplish that because of one glaring problem: it is on the Wii. The Wii is not a hardcore gaming platform. It is the platform you use when you want to give your casual gaming friend a snowball's chance against you in a game that relies more the Wii interpreting in a fortuitous way your frustrated spastic Wiimote flailing than it does skill. Speaking for myself, I prefer an input system that is a bit more precise and accurate than the Wii, which is wont to take my motions more as suggestions than actual controls.
Iranian 3: DEATH TO AMERICA, but New Zealand is okay!
I wonder, does it account for leap seconds and the slowing rotation of the Earth? If not, someone's going to look foolish in a few thousand years when their clock is off.
Just a clarification to all my American friends out there: In English English, fag means cigarette. The previous poster is probably not involved in human trafficking.
I can say almost nobody likes self-check machines. I work for a grocery store an I refuse to use them if I have more than a couple items. Customers can't explain or reason with them. Stores have to devote an experienced cashier to monitor them. Funny thing is though, a halfway decent cashier can process as many items per minute as three self-check machines. A really good cashier can compete with four or five. If you are losing a cashier to babysit the machines, the store isn't scanning any faster in terms of items per minute. In fact, the store is definitely losing valuable customer interaction and, possibly, efficiency. That is, unless, you have six or more self-checks. In that case, you are a Walmart, and you don't care about customer interaction or service, just price and volume. But that's a whole different rant.
Most major operations bring the patient to the brink of death or into clinical death because either a vital organ is being replaced or the doctors can't have the patient moving around. True, massively available donor organs might entice some people to live dangerous lifestyles, but the odds facing a patient in surgery to replace a vital organ are well within human comprehension. Major surgery always carries the threat or certainty of death. I've been dead before, and it's no fun.
Organs and stem cells from other creatures don't affect an animal's DNA, just the organs of that individual animal. You can create as many chimeras as you want, but you won't be affecting much in the way of natural selection. (As if natural selection applied to domesticated animals any more. Pigs and turkeys are engineered to put on weight so fast that they live only a few months.)
The greater question is about the treatment such animals would receive. How human does it have to be before it has a right to life and liberty? My personal threshold for such treatment is self-awareness. Monkeys, apes, dolphins, and perhaps octopi should be treated with more respect than other animals, possibly including sub-idiot humans.
I would prefer my car to assume I am innocent until it proves me guilty.