If you look at it from the dog's point of view, if you didn't pick up the stick and throw it right away the dog was probably thinking "Stupid human...how can I make it clearer?"
I have a cat the same way. She loves to chase wadded up paper. When I run out she just sits there as if to say "I'm waiting get some more paper". She's part Maine-coon and from what I understand this is normal for this breed.
The problem is that I had an account before that I was posting my Christian beliefs and not insulting or flaming anybody and I was modded down so far I could only post at -1 and only 2 times per day at that!!!!
There was no way to come back from that because once I was able to post at 0 I would get modded down again.
Hopefully my karma can take a little bit of whipping now.
"I just don't see why you need to mix a mythical "God" into the very sane sayings of Moses, Jesus and Mohammed"
Because God had a very big influence on the people you mentioned. Without His wisdom, and in the case of Jesus, fathering him, none of these men would be who they were without Him.
Correction to correction: Teeth are not made up of enamel the crown of the tooth is covered with enamel. Check it out here... http://kidshealth.org/kid/body/teeth_noSW.html
Wouldn't it be cool if this would work and then further development of the robonaut could continue? We could have an entire army of these things to build a proper space station in orbit completely ready for people to move in.
Then the robots could be continue to be useful for routine maintenance/repairs around the space station without exposing humans to the dangers of space.
Re:E. Gary Gygax
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Birth Name is "Ernest Gary Gygax"
http://www.amiannoying.com/(k5qimjztujzkgibrsu53to va)/view.aspx?id=9673&collection=821
The first thing that comes to mind is creating a submersibile that is completly filled with fluid. Since liquids compress very little this thing should be able to go deeper than anything we have build so far.
Picture this. You use and ATM to get money out. Inside of that money is a little strip. Your card info is now tagged to that strip. You spend the cash in store A and they now have a recored of what you purchased and when. Change given? More strips...etc.
Netcrafts' new CEO, Stephen King, announced that BSD is dying; shortly before he died at the age of 54.
He will be missed.
The Leather Funnel--found on Project Gutenberg
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This is a great site http://www.gutenberg.net/ for finding classic literature.
The Leather Funnel
My friend, Lionel Dacre, lived in the Avenue de Wagram, Paris. His house was that small one, with the iron railings and grass plot in front of it, on the left-hand side as you pass down from the Arc de Triomphe. I fancy that it had been there long before the avenue was constructed, for the grey tiles were stained with lichens, and the walls were mildewed and discoloured with age. It looked a small house from the street, five windows in front, if I remember right, but it deepened into a single long chamber at the back. It was here that Dacre had that singular library of occult literature, and the fantastic curiosities which served as a hobby for himself, and an amusement for his friends. A wealthy man of refined and eccentric tastes, he had spent much of his life and fortune in gathering together what was said to be a unique private collection of Talmudic, cabalistic, and magical works, many of them of great rarity and value. His tastes leaned toward the marvellous and the monstrous, and I have heard that his experiments in the direction of the unknown have passed all the bounds of civilization and of decorum. To his English friends he never alluded to such matters, and took the tone of the student and virtuoso; but a Frenchman whose tastes were of the same nature has assured me that the worst excesses of the black mass have been perpetrated in that large and lofty hall, which is lined with the shelves of his books, and the cases of his museum.
Dacre's appearance was enough to show that his deep interest in these psychic matters was intellectual rather than spiritual. There was no trace of asceticism upon his heavy face, but there was much mental force in his huge, dome-like skull, which curved upward from amongst his thinning locks, like a snowpeak above its fringe of fir trees. His knowledge was greater than his wisdom, and his powers were far superior to his character. The small bright eyes, buried deeply in his fleshy face, twinkled with intelligence and an unabated curiosity of life, but they were the eyes of a sensualist and an egotist. Enough of the man, for he is dead now, poor devil, dead at the very time that he had made sure that he had at last discovered the elixir of life. It is not with his complex character that I have to deal, but with the very strange and inexplicable incident which had its rise in my visit to him in the early spring of the year '82.
I had known Dacre in England, for my researches in the Assyrian Room of the British Museum had been conducted at the time when he was endeavouring to establish a mystic and esoteric meaning in the Babylonian tablets, and this community of interests had brought us together. Chance remarks had led to daily conversation, and that to something verging upon friendship. I had promised him that on my next visit to Paris I would call upon him. At the time when I was able to fulfil my compact I was living in a cottage at Fontainebleau, and as the evening trains were inconvenient, he asked me to spend the night in his house.
"I have only that one spare couch," said he, pointing to a broad sofa in his large salon; "I hope that you will manage to be comfortable there."
It was a singular bedroom, with its high walls of brown volumes, but there could be no more agreeable furniture to a bookworm like myself, and there is no scent so pleasant to my nostrils as that faint, subtle reek which comes from an ancient book. I assured him that I could desire no more charming chamber, and no more congenial surroundings.
"If the fittings are neither convenient nor conventional, they are at least costly," said he, looking round at his shelves. "I have expended nearly a quarter of a million of money upon these objects which surround you. Books, weapons, gems
They could stamp "If you can read this, turn gear around and install correctly" on one side and "There you go Einstein...you finally got it right" on the other.
Yes, it is my perception. I just don't remember hearing about this type of thing happening as much 10-15 years ago. Also just recently there was that guy that worked for the NY Times that fabricated I believe almost all of his stories.
You may say skeptic, but I say realist. If you don't keep your ears and eyes open you won't hear the shot let alone see it coming.
It seems like more and more that people are just printing/reporting what ever "facts" they come across to forward their own agenda.
A good example is that story that ran last week where they almost banned styrofoam cups because they read on some kid's website about the dangers of "di-hydrogen monoxide" (Water) or whatever the scientific name is.
The first issue of $1000 by the US government the legal tender note in 1862. The last $1000 note made was the 1934A series in 1945. The government still circulated but did not print any new ones up to 1969. After that when any came in to the banks they were sent in to the Federal Reserve were they were destroyed.
Slashdot Mirror
"How exactly do dolphns detect mines on a soccer field? Perhaps you meant water polo?"
It would have to be on a soccer field, I've never been able to figure out how to keep the horses from drowning!!!
If you look at it from the dog's point of view, if you didn't pick up the stick and throw it right away the dog was probably thinking "Stupid human...how can I make it clearer?"
I have a cat the same way. She loves to chase wadded up paper. When I run out she just sits there as if to say "I'm waiting get some more paper". She's part Maine-coon and from what I understand this is normal for this breed.
I had this happen to me and when the cd exploded a piece of it hit me in the leg and another piece was sticking about 1" out of the drive drawer.
If I had had the machine on my desk rather than on the floor there would have been a fair chance of me getting hit in the face.
I hope it isn't too presumptious but I added you to my "friends" list.
I agree with you 110%!!!
The problem is that I had an account before that I was posting my Christian beliefs and not insulting or flaming anybody and I was modded down so far I could only post at -1 and only 2 times per day at that!!!!
There was no way to come back from that because once I was able to post at 0 I would get modded down again.
Hopefully my karma can take a little bit of whipping now.
Thanks for the encouraging words!!
Peace brother!!!
See you when the trumpet sounds!!!!
"I just don't see why you need to mix a mythical "God" into the very sane sayings of Moses, Jesus and Mohammed"
Because God had a very big influence on the people you mentioned. Without His wisdom, and in the case of Jesus, fathering him, none of these men would be who they were without Him.
Cool!!! There's another one out here!!!
Thanks for the links, I'll be sure to look them up.
As you can see...he isn't interested in trying to expand his horizons.
My father-in-law is the same way. He says "The Bible insults his intelligence".
How's that for a chilling thought?
I sure would like to be there when he tries that on The Big Guy at the Pearly Gates!!
"We just shake our heads and laugh".
That's cute...
That's what Creationists do to Eveloutionists!!!
Then we try to show you the truth.
Here's where I get ripped for expressing my beliefs...again. ~sigh~
Correction to correction: Teeth are not made up of enamel the crown of the tooth is covered with enamel. Check it out here... http://kidshealth.org/kid/body/teeth_noSW.html
Wouldn't it be cool if this would work and then further development of the robonaut could continue? We could have an entire army of these things to build a proper space station in orbit completely ready for people to move in.
Then the robots could be continue to be useful for routine maintenance/repairs around the space station without exposing humans to the dangers of space.
Birth Name is "Ernest Gary Gygax" http://www.amiannoying.com/(k5qimjztujzkgibrsu53to va)/view.aspx?id=9673&collection=821
You had just hope you can run faster than the person you hit the orange with!!!
"but 5 dimensions... you must exercize your memory with all your sensory inputs"
;-)
Just one question...how do I HEAR and orange?
T.G.I.F.!!!!
That would be a train.
The first thing that comes to mind is creating a submersibile that is completly filled with fluid. Since liquids compress very little this thing should be able to go deeper than anything we have build so far.
It's also possible to be tracked through cash.
Picture this. You use and ATM to get money out. Inside of that money is a little strip. Your card info is now tagged to that strip. You spend the cash in store A and they now have a recored of what you purchased and when. Change given? More strips...etc.
Ok that's the paranoid view but it could happen.
True story...
I was changing a user's keyboard and it was FULL of crackers, chips, whatever else she had been eating over her keyboard for who knows how long.
I was appalled and said this was the most disgusting keyboard I have ever seen.
Her: You should see my floors at home, you could eat off of them.
Me: I could eat off of your keyboard, there's a whole damn meal in it!!!
In other news...
Netcrafts' new CEO, Stephen King, announced that BSD is dying; shortly before he died at the age of 54.
He will be missed.
This is a great site http://www.gutenberg.net/ for finding classic literature.
The Leather Funnel
My friend, Lionel Dacre, lived in the Avenue de Wagram, Paris.
His house was that small one, with the iron railings and grass
plot in front of it, on the left-hand side as you pass down from
the Arc de Triomphe. I fancy that it had been there long before
the avenue was constructed, for the grey tiles were stained with
lichens, and the walls were mildewed and discoloured with age. It
looked a small house from the street, five windows in front, if
I remember right, but it deepened into a single long chamber at
the back. It was here that Dacre had that singular library of
occult literature, and the fantastic curiosities which served as a
hobby for himself, and an amusement for his friends. A wealthy man
of refined and eccentric tastes, he had spent much of his life and
fortune in gathering together what was said to be a unique private
collection of Talmudic, cabalistic, and magical works, many of them
of great rarity and value. His tastes leaned toward the marvellous
and the monstrous, and I have heard that his experiments in the
direction of the unknown have passed all the bounds of civilization
and of decorum. To his English friends he never alluded to such
matters, and took the tone of the student and virtuoso; but a
Frenchman whose tastes were of the same nature has assured me that
the worst excesses of the black mass have been perpetrated in that
large and lofty hall, which is lined with the shelves of his books,
and the cases of his museum.
Dacre's appearance was enough to show that his deep interest in
these psychic matters was intellectual rather than spiritual.
There was no trace of asceticism upon his heavy face, but there was
much mental force in his huge, dome-like skull, which curved upward
from amongst his thinning locks, like a snowpeak above its fringe
of fir trees. His knowledge was greater than his wisdom, and his
powers were far superior to his character. The small bright eyes,
buried deeply in his fleshy face, twinkled with intelligence and an
unabated curiosity of life, but they were the eyes of a sensualist
and an egotist. Enough of the man, for he is dead now, poor devil,
dead at the very time that he had made sure that he had at last
discovered the elixir of life. It is not with his complex
character that I have to deal, but with the very strange and
inexplicable incident which had its rise in my visit to him in the
early spring of the year '82.
I had known Dacre in England, for my researches in the Assyrian
Room of the British Museum had been conducted at the time when he
was endeavouring to establish a mystic and esoteric meaning in the
Babylonian tablets, and this community of interests had brought us
together. Chance remarks had led to daily conversation, and that
to something verging upon friendship. I had promised him that on
my next visit to Paris I would call upon him. At the time when I
was able to fulfil my compact I was living in a cottage at
Fontainebleau, and as the evening trains were inconvenient, he
asked me to spend the night in his house.
"I have only that one spare couch," said he, pointing to a
broad sofa in his large salon; "I hope that you will manage to be
comfortable there."
It was a singular bedroom, with its high walls of brown
volumes, but there could be no more agreeable furniture to a
bookworm like myself, and there is no scent so pleasant to my
nostrils as that faint, subtle reek which comes from an ancient
book. I assured him that I could desire no more charming chamber,
and no more congenial surroundings.
"If the fittings are neither convenient nor conventional, they
are at least costly," said he, looking round at his shelves. "I
have expended nearly a quarter of a million of money upon these
objects which surround you. Books, weapons, gems
I heard on the radio this morning that Microsoft shares have only fallen a few cents. Other stocks seem to be more adversely affected though.
I remember a few years ago (mid to late 90's) that it seemed that whenever a company tried to sue Microsoft their stock went up instead of down.
I guess the old adage is true...there is no such thing as BAD publicity.
They could stamp "If you can read this, turn gear around and install correctly" on one side and "There you go Einstein...you finally got it right" on the other.
Yes, it is my perception. I just don't remember hearing about this type of thing happening as much 10-15 years ago. Also just recently there was that guy that worked for the NY Times that fabricated I believe almost all of his stories.
You may say skeptic, but I say realist. If you don't keep your ears and eyes open you won't hear the shot let alone see it coming.
Peace!!!
This could really revolutionize the gaming industry. For example Final Fantasy XI fits on what 6 Cd's? It would all fit on just one HD DVD!!
Also when it comes to imaging machines you could have the OS, office suite, additional software, etc. and still fit it on one disk.
It seems like more and more that people are just printing/reporting what ever "facts" they come across to forward their own agenda.
A good example is that story that ran last week where they almost banned styrofoam cups because they read on some kid's website about the dangers of "di-hydrogen monoxide" (Water) or whatever the scientific name is.
The first issue of $1000 by the US government the legal tender note in 1862. The last $1000 note made was the 1934A series in 1945. The government still circulated but did not print any new ones up to 1969. After that when any came in to the banks they were sent in to the Federal Reserve were they were destroyed.