Having to do something in the garden can actually be enjoyable, you know.
Agreed, but the lawn is just a drudge chore. Several times last year I went to the web site of a local paving systems company and considered having much of my law replaced by paving stones. I'd buy the self limiting grass in a heartbeat.
Hey, you're into genetics. How about finding whatever limits the length of body hair and applying it to grass? Huh? Huh? Huh? Clever, yes? No? Yeah, yeah, I have no idea what I'm talking about.:-\
Anyway, keep up the good work. Some of us out here have brains and support genetic engineering.
What?!?! It's only 1:44 here! My God, a message from The Future!!!!
Please! Tell us what happens in the next 3 hours!
And copyright reversed is thgirypoc, which, curiously, is an ancient Icelandic term which loosely translates as "an ill considered law upon which Odin pisses".
Oh, you already had that one in the subject line. Oops.:) Hey, give me a break. It's only 1:48 on Fri- Oh my God! It's 1:48 now! I've traveled in time!
There was one, but In Norway it is dark for eight months of the year, and it's cold enough to freeze your wrists off and there's only golly fish to eat.
Oh, wait. It was Reykyavik. Damn, it's tragic when a Monty Python reference explodes in one's face.:(
Anyway, the first attempt at an orchestra was marred when paramedic sled dog teams had to be rushed in to help the brass section, whose tongues and lips had frozen to their instruments. Fortunately, it was a Philip Glass (known as "Norway's Prodigal Son" despite being born in Maryland) work entitled "One Hundred And Twenty Four Minutes Of Absolutley Nothing" so the performance was unaffected.
Disclaimer: I own a DirecTivo. I don't really know why I needed to declare that. I think I just wanted to sound important.
[1] Tivo is starting to look like it might become "beleaguered" much like Apple was declared during the years 1970 through 2005. Yes, Apple was called beleaguered by the tech media even before it existed.
[2] Tivo is (I think) Linux based. Making it compilable on BSD Unix is, like, what? Two man hours? What? Different motherborads? Ok, four man hours.
[3] Steve Jobs wants the Mac to be the center of our digital media warm fuzziness thing where we go for brief respites from the wacky demon haunted world in which we live.
[4] The Grammys have become dominated by hip hop and gangsta rap. Only a vast array of Mac powered DVRs spread across the nation can protect us from whatever.
It can't be any more obvious that that! You savvy?
One of the underlying drivers (pun intended) to this is preventing driver's licenses for illegal aliens. There's been hue and cry from the West where a number of insane politicians are hellbent on passing bills that would give what is generally considered the gold standard of IDs to illegal aliens. One state legislature in California claims it was a death bed promise to his mother, or some such nonsense propaganda. Sure, pal, your elderly mother, when presented with all the final things she could say to you in this world, begged you to give driver's licenses to criminals. Right.
As for people crying about their rights, there's a deep current out there in the tinfoil hat community that, well, I dunno... it's almost like a lot of people WANT to be oppressed. They have some weird fantasy in their brains about living in a police state and being a rebel. I think that's why they see the Big Brother bogeyman in every shadow. It's like some sort of Munchausen By Proxy syndrome variant. They want to be part of the rag tag rebel fleet fighting the Cylon tyranny. Unlike a regular Munchausen sufferer, they can;t cause the situation where they can be the hero, but they can imagine it at every turn.
ObMontyPythonQuote: "Oh! Come and see the violence inherent in the system! Help, help! I'm being repressed!"
No, you could walk up to a table with the chips and bet them, not cash them out at the cashier. Also, $10K probably wasn't tolerated, but a guy walking up with a short stack of $5 chips was no problem. I think they did an exchange once a week or month.
I'm pretty sure that you're not supposed to leave the property with the chips but even if you could, they won't be accepted at other casinos
Last time I was there, the downtown casinos tolerated some amount of cross contamination of chips. People tend to bounce around between the casinos there because they are so closely spaced, so you could toss a Horseshoe chip down in the Golden Nugget without the dealer blinking. I always wondered why they didn't go to a common chip design.
I don't think it's any shocking revelation that our system of justice lacks balance and correlation between crime and punishment.
That being said, would anyone really get hit with those penalties. Maybe this is like the old Mark Twain quote: "In the space of one hundred and seventy-six years the Lower Mississippi has shortened itself two hundred and forty-two miles. Therefore... in the Old Oolitic Silurian Period the Lower Mississippi River was upward of one million three hundred thousand miles long... seven hundred and forty-two years from now the Lower Mississippi will be only a mile and three-quarters long... There is something fascinating about science. One gets such wholesale returns of conjecture out of such a trifling investment of fact."
I mean, I ran some of my own numbers. I could send a pack of trained, cybernetic attack wolves to kill Ashlee Simpson in the most horrible and bloody manner possible. The most I'd get is life in prison because, obviously, I am not sane. If I were to download her entire masterwork collection of songs and burn them to CDs to sell, I'd be sentenced to a savage prison world circling a neutron star in the Saggitarius arm of the galaxy. Yes, the government would be required to spend, oh, I dunno... thousands of dollars to develop FTL travel, prisoner hauling spacecraft, and hire like TEN people to develop the prison world just to carry out the punishment currently described by copyright law.
Now, they certainly are not going to do that. At least I don't think so. Probably not. Anyway, I have to get back to tuning the synthetic muscles in the wolf legs.
I'm pretty sure Dr. Miguelito Loveless built some robot squid in the 1880s.
But seriously, I heard they were originally going for the robots on a defense contract, but the contract was cancelled in 1950 when Dr. Eric Vornoff announced he was on the verge of perfecting his atomic supermen.
That fell through when Dr. Vornoff held a CBS televised joint press conference with the newly minted Department Of Defense (formerly the National Military Establishment). When asked by a reporter about the nature of his work, Dr. Vornoff said, "Hunted, despised, Living like an animal! The jungle is my home. But I will show the world that I can be its master! I will perfect my own race of people. A race of atomic supermen which will conquer the world! Ha ha ha ha ha ha!"
The DOD tried to reactivate the Elektro project, but all but one had been sold to the Japanese yakuza for use in roughing up indebted bakuto (gamblers).
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Agreed, but the lawn is just a drudge chore. Several times last year I went to the web site of a local paving systems company and considered having much of my law replaced by paving stones. I'd buy the self limiting grass in a heartbeat.
Hey, you're into genetics. How about finding whatever limits the length of body hair and applying it to grass? Huh? Huh? Huh? Clever, yes? No? Yeah, yeah, I have no idea what I'm talking about. :-\
Anyway, keep up the good work. Some of us out here have brains and support genetic engineering.
I'm sorry. That was me.
What?!?! It's only 1:44 here! My God, a message from The Future!!!!
Please! Tell us what happens in the next 3 hours!
And copyright reversed is thgirypoc, which, curiously, is an ancient Icelandic term which loosely translates as "an ill considered law upon which Odin pisses".
Oh, you already had that one in the subject line. Oops. :) Hey, give me a break. It's only 1:48 on Fri- Oh my God! It's 1:48 now! I've traveled in time!
There was one, but In Norway it is dark for eight months of the year, and it's cold enough to freeze your wrists off and there's only golly fish to eat. Oh, wait. It was Reykyavik. Damn, it's tragic when a Monty Python reference explodes in one's face. :(
Anyway, the first attempt at an orchestra was marred when paramedic sled dog teams had to be rushed in to help the brass section, whose tongues and lips had frozen to their instruments. Fortunately, it was a Philip Glass (known as "Norway's Prodigal Son" despite being born in Maryland) work entitled "One Hundred And Twenty Four Minutes Of Absolutley Nothing" so the performance was unaffected.
But seriously: http://www.oslophil.com/IPS?template=english
The second rule of MythTV, you *will* fight with Tivo users. :)
Disclaimer: I own a DirecTivo. I don't really know why I needed to declare that. I think I just wanted to sound important.
[1] Tivo is starting to look like it might become "beleaguered" much like Apple was declared during the years 1970 through 2005. Yes, Apple was called beleaguered by the tech media even before it existed.
[2] Tivo is (I think) Linux based. Making it compilable on BSD Unix is, like, what? Two man hours? What? Different motherborads? Ok, four man hours.
[3] Steve Jobs wants the Mac to be the center of our digital media warm fuzziness thing where we go for brief respites from the wacky demon haunted world in which we live.
[4] The Grammys have become dominated by hip hop and gangsta rap. Only a vast array of Mac powered DVRs spread across the nation can protect us from whatever.
It can't be any more obvious that that! You savvy?
You heard it here first.
The quick launch bar is your friend. :-)
As for people crying about their rights, there's a deep current out there in the tinfoil hat community that, well, I dunno... it's almost like a lot of people WANT to be oppressed. They have some weird fantasy in their brains about living in a police state and being a rebel. I think that's why they see the Big Brother bogeyman in every shadow. It's like some sort of Munchausen By Proxy syndrome variant. They want to be part of the rag tag rebel fleet fighting the Cylon tyranny. Unlike a regular Munchausen sufferer, they can;t cause the situation where they can be the hero, but they can imagine it at every turn.
ObMontyPythonQuote: "Oh! Come and see the violence inherent in the system! Help, help! I'm being repressed!"
No, you could walk up to a table with the chips and bet them, not cash them out at the cashier. Also, $10K probably wasn't tolerated, but a guy walking up with a short stack of $5 chips was no problem. I think they did an exchange once a week or month.
Last time I was there, the downtown casinos tolerated some amount of cross contamination of chips. People tend to bounce around between the casinos there because they are so closely spaced, so you could toss a Horseshoe chip down in the Golden Nugget without the dealer blinking. I always wondered why they didn't go to a common chip design.
That being said, would anyone really get hit with those penalties. Maybe this is like the old Mark Twain quote: "In the space of one hundred and seventy-six years the Lower Mississippi has shortened itself two hundred and forty-two miles. Therefore ... in the Old Oolitic Silurian Period the Lower Mississippi River was upward of one million three hundred thousand miles long... seven hundred and forty-two years from now the Lower Mississippi will be only a mile and three-quarters long... There is something fascinating about science. One gets such wholesale returns of conjecture out of such a trifling investment of fact."
I mean, I ran some of my own numbers. I could send a pack of trained, cybernetic attack wolves to kill Ashlee Simpson in the most horrible and bloody manner possible. The most I'd get is life in prison because, obviously, I am not sane. If I were to download her entire masterwork collection of songs and burn them to CDs to sell, I'd be sentenced to a savage prison world circling a neutron star in the Saggitarius arm of the galaxy. Yes, the government would be required to spend, oh, I dunno... thousands of dollars to develop FTL travel, prisoner hauling spacecraft, and hire like TEN people to develop the prison world just to carry out the punishment currently described by copyright law.
Now, they certainly are not going to do that. At least I don't think so. Probably not. Anyway, I have to get back to tuning the synthetic muscles in the wolf legs.
But seriously, I heard they were originally going for the robots on a defense contract, but the contract was cancelled in 1950 when Dr. Eric Vornoff announced he was on the verge of perfecting his atomic supermen.
That fell through when Dr. Vornoff held a CBS televised joint press conference with the newly minted Department Of Defense (formerly the National Military Establishment). When asked by a reporter about the nature of his work, Dr. Vornoff said, "Hunted, despised, Living like an animal! The jungle is my home. But I will show the world that I can be its master! I will perfect my own race of people. A race of atomic supermen which will conquer the world! Ha ha ha ha ha ha!"
The DOD tried to reactivate the Elektro project, but all but one had been sold to the Japanese yakuza for use in roughing up indebted bakuto (gamblers).