The chief researcher -- a (now-former) professor at Columbia University, with PhD's in para-psychology and psychology -- was paying volunteers $5, and informed them he was studying the effect of negative re-enforcement on ESP ability.
...but to qualify for benefits in the first place, you have to lose your job through no fault of your own. People who get fired for cause have no claim to benefits...
Untrue.
To be precise, in order to disqualify yourself from receiving benefits, the employer must be able to give sufficient evidence of "willfull misconduct" while performing your job, and evidence that said misconduct was harmful to the business.
The definition of "misconduct" is very clear in the eyes of the law: if you usually arrive late for work, and are warned about it prior to being fired, that often constitutes misconduct. If you're fired because your employer was dissatisfied with your job performance, however, you are normally still elligible for benefits.
This is the case in both CA and IL, and while YMMV, I doubt it's much different elsewhere. IANAL, but I've had to deal with all of this recently.
Some predators' vision (or, more accurately, both its visual filtering/sorting mechanisms and mental-visual acuity) is based on movement, rather than on categorization of a shape a shape as "yummy" or "scary" (aka, how a human's vision works).
Thus, the "freeze-tag" maneuver is a fairly decent way to evade some predators. If it fails, it's not so costly of a decision that it precludes the prey from deploying any counter-measures or running like hell.
Tell that to all the jerks who pad their CV's and make honest job-seekers like me look like chumps.
Re:Asheron's Call already had this quest...
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I dunno, there's a scene near the end of the game that let your character act deliciously cruel, to the point of shivers.
SPOILERS COMING --- I'd played the light-side path the entire game, paragon of virtue, etc. Just for fun, right before I had to decide either to continue do-gooding or to embrace my destiny, I saved. "Let's see what this dark side gig has to offer," I thought.
With my saber, now crimson (natch), humming away, I approached my party who, until that moment, thought I was more virtuous than Jesus and Superman combined. Mission, the runt, wouldn't accept I was who I claimed I was. I gave her a choice: embrace the path of hatred, or suffer by it. She chose.. poorly.
That, in itself, isn't the evil part. Anybody can kill an annoying blue girl. What was fun was how I did it. You see, I posed the "by my side or by my saber" choice to everybody, including the wookie Zaalbar -- Mission's life-long infinity-bestest friend in the universe -- who, as payment for saving his life, had sworn a wookie life-debt pledging himself to me until his death.
Oh, this is too perfect, you guys.
I looked Mission square in the eye, and ordered my Wookie to honor his sacred vow. I ordered him to murder his best friend in the world. And he did it. He bludgeoned the turncoat into a blue pudding with her own dainty little arms.
He hated me for it, naturally. More than anything in the world, he hated me. I loved him for it. His primal fury. His unfathomable sorrow. I drank from him, as if he were a fountain. It satiated me.
Our Great Lord Alien Comet finally decides to show up... it's late, of course... and it just happens to be the day my cult runs out of ceremonial kool-aid...
A stroke? Please. We all know how it really happened... --- Needles: Hey! The big "DC". How's it hangin', Cox? Dorian Cox: Hey, Needles... Needles: Nice set of wheels! Let's see what she can do! Next green light! Dorian Cox: No thanks. Needles: What's the matter? Chicken? Dorian Cox looks at Needles, and Jennifer clasps Dorian Cox's hand. Jennifer: Dorian Cox... don't! Dorian Cox defiantly throws his truck into gear, revving the engine. Dorian Cox: Grab a hold of something...
I think the insurance companies have known this all along but never shared the data.
The odd thing about this is how much a no-driving-while-talking-on-cellphone law would benefit the insurance companies, considering how many car crashes are blamed on cell phone use (according to current data). Since crashes are, effectively, when the insurance company "loses" the bet (the insurance-as-gambling analogy), they should by all accounts be clawing at the state legislatures to pass laws banning cellphone use while driving.
Conspicuously, they're not. There's barely a peep out of them. Hell, they don't even have it as a suggestion in their commercials -- the Allstate guy should be all over this. He isn't.
I genuinely don't get it -- anybody have any insights here?
Maybe. Maybe not. Doesn't matter, though: Fault is irrelevant.
You, in being overweight, are a greater risk to insure; statistically, you're more likely to require health care (and, likely, more expensive care) over your lifetime, when compared to your seemingly-same-but-slender self from the parallel universe.
Feed it disinformation so as to subvert and beguile our enemies while simultaneously undermining the defective clone's position in opposition intelligence hierarchies.
They finally put in a nicer convenience store that I was planning to stop at, not going to now...
Next time, consider going into the store anyway and telling the shopkeeper what happened and why you're not going to buy anything from him. Wouldn't hurt to do this at all the shops on the strip in question (if you have the time).
If enough people did this, the law might just eventually change.
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The chief researcher -- a (now-former) professor at Columbia University, with PhD's in para-psychology and psychology -- was paying volunteers $5, and informed them he was studying the effect of negative re-enforcement on ESP ability.
Untrue.
To be precise, in order to disqualify yourself from receiving benefits, the employer must be able to give sufficient evidence of "willfull misconduct" while performing your job, and evidence that said misconduct was harmful to the business.
The definition of "misconduct" is very clear in the eyes of the law: if you usually arrive late for work, and are warned about it prior to being fired, that often constitutes misconduct. If you're fired because your employer was dissatisfied with your job performance, however, you are normally still elligible for benefits.
This is the case in both CA and IL, and while YMMV, I doubt it's much different elsewhere. IANAL, but I've had to deal with all of this recently.
http://www.illinoislegalaid.org/index.cfm?fuseaction=home.dsp_content&contentID=100
Some predators' vision (or, more accurately, both its visual filtering/sorting mechanisms and mental-visual acuity) is based on movement, rather than on categorization of a shape a shape as "yummy" or "scary" (aka, how a human's vision works).
Thus, the "freeze-tag" maneuver is a fairly decent way to evade some predators. If it fails, it's not so costly of a decision that it precludes the prey from deploying any counter-measures or running like hell.
There's a really well-written and interesting article elsewhere on Gamasutra that describes how Thief's "sensory" system worked. Great read.
The original link seems to be having trouble with broken images, so here's the Wayback-Machine version.
The original, if you are interested.
This is an excellent idea.
Tell that to all the jerks who pad their CV's and make honest job-seekers like me look like chumps.
I dunno, there's a scene near the end of the game that let your character act deliciously cruel, to the point of shivers.
SPOILERS COMING
---
I'd played the light-side path the entire game, paragon of virtue, etc. Just for fun, right before I had to decide either to continue do-gooding or to embrace my destiny, I saved. "Let's see what this dark side gig has to offer," I thought.
With my saber, now crimson (natch), humming away, I approached my party who, until that moment, thought I was more virtuous than Jesus and Superman combined. Mission, the runt, wouldn't accept I was who I claimed I was. I gave her a choice: embrace the path of hatred, or suffer by it. She chose.. poorly.
That, in itself, isn't the evil part. Anybody can kill an annoying blue girl. What was fun was how I did it. You see, I posed the "by my side or by my saber" choice to everybody, including the wookie Zaalbar -- Mission's life-long infinity-bestest friend in the universe -- who, as payment for saving his life, had sworn a wookie life-debt pledging himself to me until his death.
Oh, this is too perfect, you guys.
I looked Mission square in the eye, and ordered my Wookie to honor his sacred vow. I ordered him to murder his best friend in the world. And he did it. He bludgeoned the turncoat into a blue pudding with her own dainty little arms.
He hated me for it, naturally. More than anything in the world, he hated me. I loved him for it. His primal fury. His unfathomable sorrow. I drank from him, as if he were a fountain. It satiated me.
I thanked him.
---
Now that's some good evil!
No kidding.
@InfoWorld:
Ooh! Ooh! Now write the part about about paradigming your convergent vertical synergies. Write that part!
I'm sure he's reasonably adept with his Weemote -- that's easy.
The big question is how he handles her Wiitoris...
Dude, either you're using an impossibly large volume of gas, or your local helium guy is taking you for a (balloon?) ride.
Note: Item #3 is more likely if she thinks you've already accomplished Item #6.
Our Great Lord Alien Comet finally decides to show up... it's late, of course... and it just happens to be the day my cult runs out of ceremonial kool-aid...
Sometimes you just can't catch a break...
A stroke? Please. We all know how it really happened...
---
Needles: Hey! The big "DC". How's it hangin', Cox?
Dorian Cox: Hey, Needles...
Needles: Nice set of wheels! Let's see what she can do! Next green light!
Dorian Cox: No thanks.
Needles: What's the matter? Chicken ?
Dorian Cox looks at Needles, and Jennifer clasps Dorian Cox's hand.
Jennifer: Dorian Cox... don't!
Dorian Cox defiantly throws his truck into gear, revving the engine.
Dorian Cox: Grab a hold of something...
The odd thing about this is how much a no-driving-while-talking-on-cellphone law would benefit the insurance companies, considering how many car crashes are blamed on cell phone use (according to current data). Since crashes are, effectively, when the insurance company "loses" the bet (the insurance-as-gambling analogy), they should by all accounts be clawing at the state legislatures to pass laws banning cellphone use while driving.
Conspicuously, they're not. There's barely a peep out of them. Hell, they don't even have it as a suggestion in their commercials -- the Allstate guy should be all over this. He isn't.
I genuinely don't get it -- anybody have any insights here?
Maybe. Maybe not. Doesn't matter, though: Fault is irrelevant.
You, in being overweight, are a greater risk to insure; statistically, you're more likely to require health care (and, likely, more expensive care) over your lifetime, when compared to your seemingly-same-but-slender self from the parallel universe.
Welcome to the world of insurance, atax.
Uh, you do what we do with all defective clones?
Feed it disinformation so as to subvert and beguile our enemies while simultaneously
undermining the defective clone's position in opposition intelligence hierarchies.
It's right there in the manual! Guh!
Anecdotal (albeit, hilarious) evidence to the contrary?
Next time, consider going into the store anyway and telling the shopkeeper what happened and why you're not going to buy anything from him. Wouldn't hurt to do this at all the shops on the strip in question (if you have the time).
If enough people did this, the law might just eventually change.
Maybe they came up with a Text-to-Speech voice profile that sounds like Morgan Freeman?
(track 2 on the linked soundboard)
Star Trek: Nemesis => Stank. Reset me, sir.
http://search.murderbot.com, naturally.
Go ahead! Try it!
Hey, bro.
Mom told me to tell you to stop peeing in Dad's old coffee mugs.
Ray
No sweat!**
It's like regular Steam, only scald up to better deal with high pressure in the pipes.
** - Actually, I'm drawing a blanche. This is just my crockpot theory.
Louis C. K. asks why?
Totally worth it, seriously. Skip to about 6:20 for the relevant part.