Earthman, it is sometimes hard to follow your mode of speech. I have been asleep for five million years and know little of these 'early sixitie sitcoms' of which you speak.
There is a theory that states if ever a/. editor read a submitted article, the title would immediately be changed into something far more bizzarely inexplicable.
I have mod points, and would mod this +1 Funny, but given some of the crowd around here lately, the MP reference would be lost and the up-mod would be reversed.
As I said, that definition can include a ten-year-old. The age at which girls are reaching puberty has been falling fast in recent years. So you're okay with such relation ships between pre-teens and practical adults?
...you absolutely can't wear goggles when you swim?
Most people tend to wear contacts to avoid the goggle-eyed look. Vanity is a rather compelling force. Anyone who's had to take shop classes or similar course where protective gear will attest to that from hearing at least one macho guy/dainty girl saying "I'm not gonna wear this, it makes me look stupid..." These same people are often the ones who later bitch about getting crap in their eye or melting half their face with chemicals.
Define "sexual maturity". If you're using the "old enough to bleed" line, then explain how sex between a ten-year-old girl and a seventeen-year-old guy isn't wrong.
More than likely, yes, especially in the event of eating something they killed with their venom. In those cases, I think an inherent immunity (to its own venom as I mentioned above) would protect the snake.
I meant simply cooked to carmalize the naturals sugars, not fermentation, something akin to the process that produces maple syrup, as opposed to mead or rum (in the case of cane syrup).
Exactly. Although I love honey, I often question my senses as to why I enjoy consuming what is essentially insect vomit. I wonder if anyone's ever though of brewing pure nectar as one would maple sap or cane sap. I know some rare specialty food stores sell pure clover nectar, but I've never seen it brewed before.
That's because Ruth Wakefield was a moron. Otherwise, she'd have been smart enough to know she would've had to melt the chocolate completely before adding it to the dough rather than chopping it into tiny bits. Even then, the added sugars and fats in the semi-sweet chocolate would not have been a wise substitute over baker's chocolate as the overall texture would've been compromised. (Assuming that is, if her original recipe had called for baker's chocolate powder over blocks. If it had called for powder, then the dough would've been too runny with melted chocolate, and if it called for bakers-blocks, she didn't cut the semi-sweet small enough to melt compared to BC which, in my experience, melts faster than BC...) As with the theme of this whole discussion, her "discovery" was based more on luck than ingenuity.
A/. discussion wherein towels are mentioned but no obvious refences? Fine I'll go, to hell with karma.
Any blogger that can post the daily accounts of the corporation he works for, sling mud, point fingers, risk his job and in the end, still have his job all in order to know where his towels are, is a blogger to be reckoned with...
I don't recall any of the "proper" Choose your Own Adventure books having a loop-around like that, but I do remember a series called Time Machine, where you played the part of a time-traveling researcher in search of evidence or answers to theories and the like. In them, the option phase wasn't so much whether you fight or run from a villian, but what time period you would go to next. Of course, if you chose the "wrong one", you'd end up in a time-warp, re-experiencing events. It was impossible to die otherwise. In fact, I recall one, where the reader wasn't paying attention and fell off of a cliff and the time-machine device activated an emergency protocol that held the character in "slo-time" while the land around him changed and a small ledge grew beneath him to break the fall.
In times like this, yes. The fact remains that you didn't sense any iota of humor (it was a smart-ass comment to start with) and proceeded to nitpick the "science" of my comment still shows that you simply cannot identify a joke when you see one.
This whole discussion reminds me of a scene from an episode of ST:TNG wherein Data, upon hearing a commonly used axiom felt the need to state: "Igniting a petroleum product after 2300hrs will set off the
automatic fire supression system."
As I admitted before, it was a dumb joke. It was meant to be, I was being a smartass, pure and simple. Now, which is worse, making a dumb joke, or being too dumb in the first place to not notice it was a joke? I'm done here, you can go on about nitpicking other dumbass jokes like the one about the black box.
*Shrugs*
I admit, they were stupid jokes, but the fact that you completely failed to notice that they were still indeed jokes, shows that my previous comment was, in fact, correct.
That's why they'll surgically remove any net imbalance between the amount you eat and the amount you excrete during your stay on the Moon. Thus, an old joke amongst the more crude individuals will become a more appropriate statement. Excuse me, guys, I have to go leave a dump..."
Last I knew, plants in places like Alaska and other near-arctic regions seem to do well with six months of sunlight. On the other hand, using simple LCDs in the dome glass could shut-out light during "night-time". Every twelve or so hours, run a small current through the LCD to darken it like a tinted window.
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Earthman, it is sometimes hard to follow your mode of speech. I have been asleep for five million years and know little of these 'early sixitie sitcoms' of which you speak.
/. editor read a submitted article, the title would immediately be changed into something far more bizzarely inexplicable.
There is a theory that states if ever a
I have mod points, and would mod this +1 Funny, but given some of the crowd around here lately, the MP reference would be lost and the up-mod would be reversed.
As I said, that definition can include a ten-year-old. The age at which girls are reaching puberty has been falling fast in recent years. So you're okay with such relation ships between pre-teens and practical adults?
...you absolutely can't wear goggles when you swim?
Most people tend to wear contacts to avoid the goggle-eyed look. Vanity is a rather compelling force. Anyone who's had to take shop classes or similar course where protective gear will attest to that from hearing at least one macho guy/dainty girl saying "I'm not gonna wear this, it makes me look stupid..." These same people are often the ones who later bitch about getting crap in their eye or melting half their face with chemicals.
Define "sexual maturity". If you're using the "old enough to bleed" line, then explain how sex between a ten-year-old girl and a seventeen-year-old guy isn't wrong.
More than likely, yes, especially in the event of eating something they killed with their venom. In those cases, I think an inherent immunity (to its own venom as I mentioned above) would protect the snake.
On one hand, imunity. On the other, such animals evolved a really nifty trick called not biting or licking themselves.
I meant simply cooked to carmalize the naturals sugars, not fermentation, something akin to the process that produces maple syrup, as opposed to mead or rum (in the case of cane syrup).
And the sign that one of life's greatest lessons is about to not be learned is if the demonstration begins with "Hey, check this out...".
Exactly. Although I love honey, I often question my senses as to why I enjoy consuming what is essentially insect vomit. I wonder if anyone's ever though of brewing pure nectar as one would maple sap or cane sap. I know some rare specialty food stores sell pure clover nectar, but I've never seen it brewed before.
That's because Ruth Wakefield was a moron. Otherwise, she'd have been smart enough to know she would've had to melt the chocolate completely before adding it to the dough rather than chopping it into tiny bits. Even then, the added sugars and fats in the semi-sweet chocolate would not have been a wise substitute over baker's chocolate as the overall texture would've been compromised. (Assuming that is, if her original recipe had called for baker's chocolate powder over blocks. If it had called for powder, then the dough would've been too runny with melted chocolate, and if it called for bakers-blocks, she didn't cut the semi-sweet small enough to melt compared to BC which, in my experience, melts faster than BC...) As with the theme of this whole discussion, her "discovery" was based more on luck than ingenuity.
Don't panic. Just relax and pour yourself a jynantonnyx and everything will be alright.
Well, they could serve one purpose. If we send off their ship first, maybe it'll lure the giant mutant space goat away...
The papers for all passengers and crew can be found in the glove box of Ark-B's bridge...
A /. discussion wherein towels are mentioned but no obvious refences? Fine I'll go, to hell with karma.
Any blogger that can post the daily accounts of the corporation he works for, sling mud, point fingers, risk his job and in the end, still have his job all in order to know where his towels are, is a blogger to be reckoned with...
higher power != supplier
Reminds me of a classic episode of Outer Limits. Too lazy at the moment to google for the ep title/number though...
I don't recall any of the "proper" Choose your Own Adventure books having a loop-around like that, but I do remember a series called Time Machine, where you played the part of a time-traveling researcher in search of evidence or answers to theories and the like. In them, the option phase wasn't so much whether you fight or run from a villian, but what time period you would go to next. Of course, if you chose the "wrong one", you'd end up in a time-warp, re-experiencing events. It was impossible to die otherwise. In fact, I recall one, where the reader wasn't paying attention and fell off of a cliff and the time-machine device activated an emergency protocol that held the character in "slo-time" while the land around him changed and a small ledge grew beneath him to break the fall.
Of course, if that happened now even the bacteria would be *severely* upset about it
That may be true, but the bacteria didn't pay for it, now did they?
However, Henry Turner doesn't even shoot at all...
In times like this, yes. The fact remains that you didn't sense any iota of humor (it was a smart-ass comment to start with) and proceeded to nitpick the "science" of my comment still shows that you simply cannot identify a joke when you see one.
This whole discussion reminds me of a scene from an episode of ST:TNG wherein Data, upon hearing a commonly used axiom felt the need to state: "Igniting a petroleum product after 2300hrs will set off the automatic fire supression system."
As I admitted before, it was a dumb joke. It was meant to be, I was being a smartass, pure and simple. Now, which is worse, making a dumb joke, or being too dumb in the first place to not notice it was a joke? I'm done here, you can go on about nitpicking other dumbass jokes like the one about the black box.
*Shrugs*
I admit, they were stupid jokes, but the fact that you completely failed to notice that they were still indeed jokes, shows that my previous comment was, in fact, correct.
I think humor is lost on you...
That's why they'll surgically remove any net imbalance between the amount you eat and the amount you excrete during your stay on the Moon. Thus, an old joke amongst the more crude individuals will become a more appropriate statement. Excuse me, guys, I have to go leave a dump..."
Last I knew, plants in places like Alaska and other near-arctic regions seem to do well with six months of sunlight. On the other hand, using simple LCDs in the dome glass could shut-out light during "night-time". Every twelve or so hours, run a small current through the LCD to darken it like a tinted window.