How would it be possible to move forward to a future where you also exist? Wouldn't you necessarily be absent from that future by moving out of your current time-path (for lack of a better description of the path your current self is on through time and space)?
By arriving in the past you've already altered events. Any travel forward from that point will take you to a future where that version of you may not have traveled to the past. You've just plucked yourself out of one universe and into another which diverge at the point you arrived in the past.
I would think it'd be easier to move backwards in time than to move forward... but then how would you return to the correct time if you couldn't then move forward?
When you travel back, you need to track history back further than when you plan to arrive in the past so that when you want to return to your present you can backtrack the timeline to before your arrival and then track forward again to your original universe (which will have no record of you being in the past).
Once you master that, you can start transdimensional trade between divergent universes as well as experiments in causality leading to temporal engineering to create your own ideal universe.
And, for bonus points, if you had a Mr. Fusion, explain how it could generate 1.21 Jigawatts without burning out the wires in the car.
If you have technology that can produce 1.21 gigawatts of electricity in something the size of a Krups coffee machine, you're going to have contemporary wiring generally available that can handle it, at least for the internal workings of the Mr. Fusion Home Energy Reactor. High temperature superconducting wire is likely available by 2015 that can take the charge at very low gauge. (Fusion Industries was an established brand by 2015.)
I assume the time circuits repaired with 1955 vacuum tubes did not have to deal with the full charge carried by the heavy 1985-era cabling along the exterior. It's the same power requirements generated by the nuclear reaction of the plutonium.
BTTF3 was the Wild West, and there were no issues with Mr. Fusion then--then it was a problem with no gasoline in existence, and their inability to travel to 88mph.
And if they were able to repair the flying technology as well instead of only the time travel circuits, the problem of no gasoline would have been solved too. A pity he couldn't have known about that until Marty came back.
Of course, once he was safe in 1885, he could send other messages via Western Union to someone in the future to effect his rescue from 1885, such as his past self during his adventures in 2015 and later before coming back to 1985 to get Marty for the second movie.
Notice in Revision 2 (the Locomotive), there were no contrail.
Also notice that in Revision 2 (the Locomotive), the movie ends just as the Locomotive disappears directly into the camera, with no image existing showing the aftermath of its departure from a time frame, so you can't say whether it left flaming trails for certain.
Animated series are never considered canon except by special recognition by series creator.
Ubuntu makes laptops? Cool! I'm going to go right out and buy one of Ubuntu's "Killing Bug" Laptops, now that it has been fixed. I've been looking for a laptop with an interesting name (sorry, "Alienware" isn't interesting enough).
Resolution is 1024×768, which means the vast majority of websites are viewed in full width without scrolling.
I remember when "full-width" was 470 pixels, that being the default usable browser width of Netscape, and the first banner ads being 470x60 (or 468x60 if they were to display a link border).
The last thing I did for the last web design company I worked for was finally give them the frameset they wanted (despite repeated explanations why they didn't) that constrained the displayable area of a browser window to 640x480 with fields of black on all four sides. They republished their own website in that frameset and went out of business.
This is exactly what is wrong with the patent process. You have a "company" of only FIVE people, who could potentially stop any technology that might "infringe" on these obscure patents.
Necessity is the mother of invention. -- Aesop Patents are the motherfucker of necessity. -- Me
I bought my 400-disc Sony DVD player with HDMI up-conversion there because it was the only place selling them. It's also where I bought my first TiVos as they were free (+$21 in tax) after triple $100 rebates.
I don't think I have any outstanding warranties from Circuit City anymore.
Can you image how annoying it would be to have light flickering around you all the time from your communicating devices?
Oh, cut the bleeding heart crap, will ya? We all have our switches, lights, and knobs to deal with. At this very moment I surrounded by hundreds of thousands of blinking and beeping lights, blinking and beeping and flashing and flashing and I can't take it anymore! They're blinking and beeping and flashing! Why can't anyone stop it? Why doesn't someone pull the plug?!
I prefer the Zen of Zen: "Wisdom must be gathered; it cannot be given," and "Please state course and speed."
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I thought it was Start Of Authority.
State Of the Art Sarbanes-Oxley Act State Of Alaska (you betcha) seksueel overdraagbare aandoening (Dutch: sexually transmitted disease) Sega of America
Apparently people haven't been satisfied with mere apostrophe abuse and have taken to hyphen abuse. Take for example:
newly-unemployed
One never, ever hyphenates with an adverb ending in -ly. It's already clear by the -ly ending that it is an adverb and that it will be modifying the word that follows. To join it with that word with a hyphen is redundant.
Meanwhile:
Eight Legged Freaks Game Changing Performance
These terms should have hyphens. Without them, the former is about eight freaks with legs and the latter about a performance being changed by the game.
You haven't seen one realize it isn't big enough to eat a whole baby zebra yet. Comes out all slimy.
The more interesting version is two (or more) snakes eating each other. When do they decide to give up, or do they? Will the one who doesn't die first stop before he engulfs the first's head?
Cat: It's Miranda, my other girlfriend who's a mermaid! She's half woman, half fish! Holly: Somehow I'd imagined she'd be a woman on top and a fish on the bottom. Cat: No, that's the stupid way 'round!
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How long can it keep on devouring itself?
Most likely it would regurgitate itself before it has digested enough to mortally wound itself.
Please we are in the information age Ideas are just as, if not more, powerful than 'pieces of trees'. But if you want to play it that way just say that the electrons are being inspected.
The information is not being carried by the electrons. It is being carried by the absence of the electrons. Electrons along a wire actually move very slowly. It is the "electron holes" that propagate along the wire at near the speed of light.
Since you're deriving information for the absence of an electron, you're still not inspecting matter.
There were so many different ways in which you were required to provide absolute proof of your identity these days that life could easily become extremely tiresome just from that factor alone, never mind the deeper existential problems of trying to function as a coherent consciousness in an epistemologically ambiguous physical universe. Just look at cash point machines, for instance. Queues of people standing around waiting to have their fingerprints read, their retinas scanned, bits of skin scraped from the nape of the neck and undergoing instant (or nearly instant -- a good six or seven seconds in tedious reality) genetic analysis, then having to answer trick questions about members of their family they didn't even remember they had, and about their recorded preferences for tablecloth colours. And that was just to get a bit of spare cash for the weekend. If you were trying to raise a loan for a jetcar, sign a missile treaty or pay an entire restaurant bill things could get really trying.
Hence the Ident-i-Eeze. This encoded every single piece of information about you, your body and your life into one all-purpose machine-readable card that you could then carry around in your wallet, and therefore represented technology's greatest triumph to date over both itself and plain common sense.
* * *
Swooping through virtual space towards him came a small flock of mean and steely-eyed creatures with pointy little heads, pencil moustaches and querulous demands as to who he was, what he was doing there, what his authorisation was, what the authorisation of his authorising agent was, what his inside leg measurement was and so on. Laser light flickered all over him as if he was a packet of biscuits at a supermarket check-out. The heavier duty laser guns were held, for the moment, in reserve. The fact that all of this was happening in virtual space made no difference. Being virtually killed by a virtual laser in virtual space is just as effective as the real thing, because you are as dead as you think you are.
The laser readers were becoming very agitated as they flickered over his fingerprints, his retina and the follicle pattern where his hair line was receding. They didn't like what they were finding at all. The chattering and screeching of highly personal and insolent questions was rising in pitch. A little surgical steel scraper was reaching out towards the skin at the nape of his neck when Ford, holding his breath and praying very slightly, pulled Vann Harl's Ident-i-Eeze out of his pocket and waved it in front of them.
Instantly every laser was diverted to the little card and Swept backwards and forwards over it and in it, examining and reading every molecule.
Then, just as suddenly, they stopped.
The entire flock of little virtual inspectors snapped to attention.
"Nice to see you, Mr Harl," they said in smarmy unison. "Is there anything we can do for you?"
Ford smiled a slow and vicious smile.
"Do you know," he said, "I rather think there is?'
I would think that if you are going to add to a bill, you would update that bill at the same time. That way prostitution wouldn't carry a fine of 200 dollars and thirty days in jail but profanity would carry a fine of up to five thousand dollars and up to five years in jail.
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How would it be possible to move forward to a future where you also exist? Wouldn't you necessarily be absent from that future by moving out of your current time-path (for lack of a better description of the path your current self is on through time and space)?
By arriving in the past you've already altered events. Any travel forward from that point will take you to a future where that version of you may not have traveled to the past. You've just plucked yourself out of one universe and into another which diverge at the point you arrived in the past.
I would think it'd be easier to move backwards in time than to move forward... but then how would you return to the correct time if you couldn't then move forward?
When you travel back, you need to track history back further than when you plan to arrive in the past so that when you want to return to your present you can backtrack the timeline to before your arrival and then track forward again to your original universe (which will have no record of you being in the past).
Once you master that, you can start transdimensional trade between divergent universes as well as experiments in causality leading to temporal engineering to create your own ideal universe.
And, for bonus points, if you had a Mr. Fusion, explain how it could generate 1.21 Jigawatts without burning out the wires in the car.
If you have technology that can produce 1.21 gigawatts of electricity in something the size of a Krups coffee machine, you're going to have contemporary wiring generally available that can handle it, at least for the internal workings of the Mr. Fusion Home Energy Reactor. High temperature superconducting wire is likely available by 2015 that can take the charge at very low gauge. (Fusion Industries was an established brand by 2015.)
I assume the time circuits repaired with 1955 vacuum tubes did not have to deal with the full charge carried by the heavy 1985-era cabling along the exterior. It's the same power requirements generated by the nuclear reaction of the plutonium.
BTTF3 was the Wild West, and there were no issues with Mr. Fusion then--then it was a problem with no gasoline in existence, and their inability to travel to 88mph.
And if they were able to repair the flying technology as well instead of only the time travel circuits, the problem of no gasoline would have been solved too. A pity he couldn't have known about that until Marty came back.
Of course, once he was safe in 1885, he could send other messages via Western Union to someone in the future to effect his rescue from 1885, such as his past self during his adventures in 2015 and later before coming back to 1985 to get Marty for the second movie.
...and that there is no year zero: 1 B.C. is immediately followed by 1 A.D.
Notice in Revision 2 (the Locomotive), there were no contrail.
Also notice that in Revision 2 (the Locomotive), the movie ends just as the Locomotive disappears directly into the camera, with no image existing showing the aftermath of its departure from a time frame, so you can't say whether it left flaming trails for certain.
Animated series are never considered canon except by special recognition by series creator.
Ubuntu's Laptop Killing Bug Fixed
Ubuntu makes laptops? Cool! I'm going to go right out and buy one of Ubuntu's "Killing Bug" Laptops, now that it has been fixed. I've been looking for a laptop with an interesting name (sorry, "Alienware" isn't interesting enough).
Resolution is 1024×768, which means the vast majority of websites are viewed in full width without scrolling.
I remember when "full-width" was 470 pixels, that being the default usable browser width of Netscape, and the first banner ads being 470x60 (or 468x60 if they were to display a link border).
The last thing I did for the last web design company I worked for was finally give them the frameset they wanted (despite repeated explanations why they didn't) that constrained the displayable area of a browser window to 640x480 with fields of black on all four sides. They republished their own website in that frameset and went out of business.
This is exactly what is wrong with the patent process. You have a "company" of only FIVE people, who could potentially stop any technology that might "infringe" on these obscure patents.
Necessity is the mother of invention. -- Aesop
Patents are the motherfucker of necessity. -- Me
Here's a picture of one:
http://flickr.com/photos/photofinderguy/2472113998/
I guess they didn't give up on DIVX after all: "R(egion) C(oding) E(nhancement) by Circuit City".
I bought my 400-disc Sony DVD player with HDMI up-conversion there because it was the only place selling them. It's also where I bought my first TiVos as they were free (+$21 in tax) after triple $100 rebates.
I don't think I have any outstanding warranties from Circuit City anymore.
Don't you know? After BB and CC comes CC++++!
Will they sell HHD DVVDD BVDs there?
What happens when it rains?
I think rain is wet, but then I think that fish is nice, so who am I to judge?
Can you image how annoying it would be to have light flickering around you all the time from your communicating devices?
Oh, cut the bleeding heart crap, will ya? We all have our switches, lights, and knobs to deal with. At this very moment I surrounded by hundreds of thousands of blinking and beeping lights, blinking and beeping and flashing and flashing and I can't take it anymore! They're blinking and beeping and flashing! Why can't anyone stop it? Why doesn't someone pull the plug?!
I prefer the Zen of Zen: "Wisdom must be gathered; it cannot be given," and "Please state course and speed."
I thought it was Start Of Authority.
State Of the Art
Sarbanes-Oxley Act
State Of Alaska (you betcha)
seksueel overdraagbare aandoening (Dutch: sexually transmitted disease)
Sega of America
SOA means Service Oriented Architecture
So it's about Feng Shui?
(Hint: a missing hyphen changes the whole meaning.)
Apparently people haven't been satisfied with mere apostrophe abuse and have taken to hyphen abuse. Take for example:
newly-unemployed
One never, ever hyphenates with an adverb ending in -ly. It's already clear by the -ly ending that it is an adverb and that it will be modifying the word that follows. To join it with that word with a hyphen is redundant.
Meanwhile:
Eight Legged Freaks
Game Changing Performance
These terms should have hyphens. Without them, the former is about eight freaks with legs and the latter about a performance being changed by the game.
"It also suggests that children who are exposed to in-game crimes are more likely to participate in real-life crime. "
Conversely, children who never see what crime looks like are less likely to report it.
Would you like your child's first exposure to crime be in a game or in real life?
You haven't seen one realize it isn't big enough to eat a whole baby zebra yet. Comes out all slimy.
The more interesting version is two (or more) snakes eating each other. When do they decide to give up, or do they? Will the one who doesn't die first stop before he engulfs the first's head?
Cat: It's Miranda, my other girlfriend who's a mermaid! She's half woman, half fish!
Holly: Somehow I'd imagined she'd be a woman on top and a fish on the bottom.
Cat: No, that's the stupid way 'round!
How long can it keep on devouring itself?
Most likely it would regurgitate itself before it has digested enough to mortally wound itself.
Please we are in the information age Ideas are just as, if not more, powerful than 'pieces of trees'. But if you want to play it that way just say that the electrons are being inspected.
The information is not being carried by the electrons. It is being carried by the absence of the electrons. Electrons along a wire actually move very slowly. It is the "electron holes" that propagate along the wire at near the speed of light.
Since you're deriving information for the absence of an electron, you're still not inspecting matter.
Well you know my name is Simon
And things I draw come true
And the pictures take me, take me, climbing
Over the garden wall with you.
I've seen a current American take on it, something called ChalkZone. I don't care for it.
There were so many different ways in which you were required to provide absolute proof of your identity these days that life could easily become extremely tiresome just from that factor alone, never mind the deeper existential problems of trying to function as a coherent consciousness in an epistemologically ambiguous physical universe. Just look at cash point machines, for instance. Queues of people standing around waiting to have their fingerprints read, their retinas scanned, bits of skin scraped from the nape of the neck and undergoing instant (or nearly instant -- a good six or seven seconds in tedious reality) genetic analysis, then having to answer trick questions about members of their family they didn't even remember they had, and about their recorded preferences for tablecloth colours. And that was just to get a bit of spare cash for the weekend. If you were trying to raise a loan for a jetcar, sign a missile treaty or pay an entire restaurant bill things could get really trying.
Hence the Ident-i-Eeze. This encoded every single piece of information about you, your body and your life into one all-purpose machine-readable card that you could then carry around in your wallet, and therefore represented technology's greatest triumph to date over both itself and plain common sense.
* * *
Swooping through virtual space towards him came a small flock of mean and steely-eyed creatures with pointy little heads, pencil moustaches and querulous demands as to who he was, what he was doing there, what his authorisation was, what the authorisation of his authorising agent was, what his inside leg measurement was and so on. Laser light flickered all over him as if he was a packet of biscuits at a supermarket check-out. The heavier duty laser guns were held, for the moment, in reserve. The fact that all of this was happening in virtual space made no difference. Being virtually killed by a virtual laser in virtual space is just as effective as the real thing, because you are as dead as you think you are.
The laser readers were becoming very agitated as they flickered over his fingerprints, his retina and the follicle pattern where his hair line was receding. They didn't like what they were finding at all. The chattering and screeching of highly personal and insolent questions was rising in pitch. A little surgical steel scraper was reaching out towards the skin at the nape of his neck when Ford, holding his breath and praying very slightly, pulled Vann Harl's Ident-i-Eeze out of his pocket and waved it in front of them.
Instantly every laser was diverted to the little card and Swept backwards and forwards over it and in it, examining and reading every molecule.
Then, just as suddenly, they stopped.
The entire flock of little virtual inspectors snapped to attention.
"Nice to see you, Mr Harl," they said in smarmy unison. "Is there anything we can do for you?"
Ford smiled a slow and vicious smile.
"Do you know," he said, "I rather think there is?'
I would think that if you are going to add to a bill, you would update that bill at the same time. That way prostitution wouldn't carry a fine of 200 dollars and thirty days in jail but profanity would carry a fine of up to five thousand dollars and up to five years in jail.
Better to do it than say it I guess.