Most people I know who finished it enjoyed it, but I also know plenty of people who couldn't finish it (which I understand-- the pages describing the broken tooth on Turing's bicycle as a metaphor for a substitution cypher were torturous. And tortuous.).
I mean, it's not high literature that scholars will be analyzing to death two hundred years from now, but Stephenson's books are generally creative and fun, and I enjoy them. OP's mom was probably at least half troll.
But I've received online security training by IT, ethics training by legal, harassment training by HR, business development training by BD, health training by our new insurance provider, all delivered by automated Flash apps voiced by a kindly sounding lady, after which *I had to get 80% on a 5-question multiple-choice test* to get my printable Certificate of Compliance!
I have a hard time remembering which side of this keybored thingy to bang on sometimes, but by God I know company policies!
More O2 and CO2, at double the atmospheric pressure of today, so higher partial pressures of oxygen and fewer problems getting oxygen to the extremities.
I think.
Thank God someone else on here reads T-mag. I suggest that everybody should spend an hour reading through their website. You'll get hooked. Check out their FAQ and read through The Diet Manifesto. Pick one (chances are, ANY of them are better than what you're currently doing) and try it out. Pick a workout, if you want.
What people don't understand is that bodbuilding can be a geek sport. Take the following scenario:
You wake up in the morning. For the day, you log everything you eat. You log your workout in excruciating detail. You log your waist/hip/biceps/everything-else measurements. You maintain what you're doing for a few weeks or months.
After those few weeks or months, you tweak your diet a bit. You tweak your workout a bit. You continue logging and monitoring results. You repeat.
Sounds a lot like what some of us do for a living, huh? Why treat your fucking web server better than you treat your body? Once you get many months of logs stored up, it's fun (yes, I said fun) to look back and gauge your results.
Ironically, after an intense workout is when you need your appetite the most! That's about the only time that refined carbohydrates are good for you (provided you also get some high doses of protein along with). After a workout, you need to increase protein synthesis and halt protein breakdown. The best way to do that is proper post-workout nutrition. It's an excellent time to jack your insulin levels sky-high and drive that glucose deep into the muscle. Studies have shown that recovery times can be decreased on the order of days using proper PWN. Increased anabolism, decreased catabolism. What's not to love?
I think the movie is more about you. That's the problem with yesterday's generation. You are so frightened of technology and changing ideas that you attack new ideas with Luddite fervor, banging on the machinery of modern life with oak clubs.
THX1138 is totally about YOU, huddling in your cave, doing manual labor that WE have designed machines to do for us. You have refused to learn the lessons that the industrial revolution should have tought you, with redundant repetitivity. You have no concept of what the word "progress" means, and you have yet to realize that true education does not (and should not) take place in schools, but in the home, on the playground, and in the burning desire to better yourself and your progeny (not everyone has that last one, by the way).
The parallels between THX1138 and today are mildly interesting, but hardly prescient. It's easy to look 30 years into the future. Lao Tsu wrote more insightful warnings thousands of years ago. HG Wells did a better job of it over a hundred years ago.
Let's follow this thread a little bit. If Kevin impregnated his mother (as you suggest), then his (half-)brother would also be his son.
Now, the definition of "uncle" is "parent's brother" so Kevin would, in fact, be his own uncle. Along those same lines, the kid (other than possibly having flippers) would be his own cousin. I think.
If you had his babies, you would be the mother of Kevin's children, as well as his... um, mother-in-law? That's not quite right, since they're not married, but that's the general idea.
Kevin's father, then, would be the grandfather of kevin's child as well as the (step-?)father.
So it's just another day in Heaven, and Jesus and Moses are sitting up in heaven, shooting the shit as usual. Out of nowhere, Jesus starts looking a little down, almost embarassed.
"Hey, Jee, what's wrong?" asks Moses, concerned.
"Well you see, it's just been so long since I 'did my thang' that I'm starting to wonder if I've still got what it takes to maintain my reputation as the Son of God."
Moses looks sympathetic. "Well, you know, Jee, there's only one way to solve this. Let's go find out!"
So Jesus and Moses cruise down to Earth, landing in the vicinity of the Red Sea.
Moses says, "Okay man, I'm older than you, I'll go first." So he bows his head for a moment, looks up, then suddenly spreads his arms. The Red Sea parts, and Moses holds it for a moment before letting it settle.
"Yeah, baby! Thousands of years, and I still got it! w00t!" Jesus, looking encouraged, stands up and begins to walk on the surface of the water. He gets about ten yards out and sinks like a rock.
Well, Jesus doggy-paddles his way back to shore (not ever having a reason to learn to swim, y'understand), and he's spitting out saltwater, puilling seaweed out of his hair, and he says, "Wait, I'm only two thousand years old! What's going on here? What happened?"
And Moses answers, "My friend, I was afraid of this. The last time you tried that, you didn't have those two holes in the bottom of your feet!"
I was a rather large trek fan club up until the end of TNG. DS9 and Voyager captured my attention for less than a sean each, and I haven't even bothered with Enterprise.
Long story short, I'm WAY out of the loop. Who's this Berman guy everyone's moaning about?
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Not only that, but "doling out cuts" is a stupid phrase anyway. Giving out small amounts of something you're actually taking away?
Most people I know who finished it enjoyed it, but I also know plenty of people who couldn't finish it (which I understand-- the pages describing the broken tooth on Turing's bicycle as a metaphor for a substitution cypher were torturous. And tortuous.).
I mean, it's not high literature that scholars will be analyzing to death two hundred years from now, but Stephenson's books are generally creative and fun, and I enjoy them. OP's mom was probably at least half troll.
I'm more shocked by the "Corvair-ize your VW for $146!" headline on that Science & Mechanics magazine cover. Why?
That, or Faraday-cage helmets will be all the fashion rage...
employing red and green laser pointer lasers (LPLs).
Well that's fucking clever of them.
But I've received online security training by IT, ethics training by legal, harassment training by HR, business development training by BD, health training by our new insurance provider, all delivered by automated Flash apps voiced by a kindly sounding lady, after which *I had to get 80% on a 5-question multiple-choice test* to get my printable Certificate of Compliance! I have a hard time remembering which side of this keybored thingy to bang on sometimes, but by God I know company policies!
More O2 and CO2, at double the atmospheric pressure of today, so higher partial pressures of oxygen and fewer problems getting oxygen to the extremities. I think.
Go read The Science of Nutrient Timing. Read both parts. Hell, read the whole magazine. Or at least every article by JB.
What people don't understand is that bodbuilding can be a geek sport. Take the following scenario:
You wake up in the morning. For the day, you log everything you eat. You log your workout in excruciating detail. You log your waist/hip/biceps/everything-else measurements. You maintain what you're doing for a few weeks or months.
After those few weeks or months, you tweak your diet a bit. You tweak your workout a bit. You continue logging and monitoring results. You repeat.
Sounds a lot like what some of us do for a living, huh? Why treat your fucking web server better than you treat your body? Once you get many months of logs stored up, it's fun (yes, I said fun) to look back and gauge your results.
Ironically, after an intense workout is when you need your appetite the most! That's about the only time that refined carbohydrates are good for you (provided you also get some high doses of protein along with). After a workout, you need to increase protein synthesis and halt protein breakdown. The best way to do that is proper post-workout nutrition. It's an excellent time to jack your insulin levels sky-high and drive that glucose deep into the muscle. Studies have shown that recovery times can be decreased on the order of days using proper PWN. Increased anabolism, decreased catabolism. What's not to love?
That's the problem with yesterday's generation. You are so frightened of technology and changing ideas that you attack new ideas with Luddite fervor, banging on the machinery of modern life with oak clubs.
THX1138 is totally about YOU, huddling in your cave, doing manual labor that WE have designed machines to do for us. You have refused to learn the lessons that the industrial revolution should have tought you, with redundant repetitivity. You have no concept of what the word "progress" means, and you have yet to realize that true education does not (and should not) take place in schools, but in the home, on the playground, and in the burning desire to better yourself and your progeny (not everyone has that last one, by the way).
The parallels between THX1138 and today are mildly interesting, but hardly prescient. It's easy to look 30 years into the future. Lao Tsu wrote more insightful warnings thousands of years ago. HG Wells did a better job of it over a hundred years ago.
You've convinced nobody.
So many possible flames, so little time. I had a hard time picking, too.
Is is "IronPython," the way we'd usually pronounce it, or do we put a little Rocky Balboa in it and call it the "I- ron Py- thon ?"
n3wz @ 11!!!
I'd reccommend against that one as a pickup line, though.
Hey, someone had to ruin the joke.
Does anyone fnord else notice an increase in trolls and overall random posts during finals week? I know I do.
"And when do you think Carmen will 'open up her flower' to you?"
"Tonight. Or I will kill her."
SODIMMM I can't see 'em!!!!! Ahahhahahaha
Or like in The Ten Commandments when Moses **** SPOIILER ALERT *** parts the Red Sea to let the Jews out!
Kinda like at the end of Star Wars when Luke **** SPOIILER ALERT *** blows up the Death Star!
Sorry, but the **** SPOIILER ALERT *** on a movie that's 10 years old cracked me up. Nothing personal.
It's also funny to watch posts like mine dive straight into Offtopicland.
Sorry, though, I don't have an opposing argument for you that I can actually defend. Oh, well.
Now, the definition of "uncle" is "parent's brother" so Kevin would, in fact, be his own uncle. Along those same lines, the kid (other than possibly having flippers) would be his own cousin. I think.
If you had his babies, you would be the mother of Kevin's children, as well as his... um, mother-in-law? That's not quite right, since they're not married, but that's the general idea.
Kevin's father, then, would be the grandfather of kevin's child as well as the (step-?)father.
Ow, my brain hurts now.
It's actually the new Easter Barbie. You open up the box and there's nothing inside!
"Hey, Jee, what's wrong?" asks Moses, concerned.
"Well you see, it's just been so long since I 'did my thang' that I'm starting to wonder if I've still got what it takes to maintain my reputation as the Son of God."
Moses looks sympathetic. "Well, you know, Jee, there's only one way to solve this. Let's go find out!"
So Jesus and Moses cruise down to Earth, landing in the vicinity of the Red Sea.
Moses says, "Okay man, I'm older than you, I'll go first." So he bows his head for a moment, looks up, then suddenly spreads his arms. The Red Sea parts, and Moses holds it for a moment before letting it settle.
"Yeah, baby! Thousands of years, and I still got it! w00t!"
Jesus, looking encouraged, stands up and begins to walk on the surface of the water. He gets about ten yards out and sinks like a rock.
Well, Jesus doggy-paddles his way back to shore (not ever having a reason to learn to swim, y'understand), and he's spitting out saltwater, puilling seaweed out of his hair, and he says, "Wait, I'm only two thousand years old! What's going on here? What happened?"
And Moses answers, "My friend, I was afraid of this. The last time you tried that, you didn't have those two holes in the bottom of your feet!"
Long story short, I'm WAY out of the loop. Who's this Berman guy everyone's moaning about?