The Old Hack

Wait, what? They aren't documentaries? I've been fibbed to!

Pfft. Then the time needed to achieve the fatal radiation dosage would be extended to fifty years. And to be frank, on that diet I would probably be wanting to die in less than a week.

The where in the what in the which now sportsball contest?

This reminds me a little of my calculations after reading this page on XKCD. I worked out that if a human being ate a ton of bananas every day for a year, it would receive so large a potassium-induced radiation dose as to make death from radiation sickness a near certainty. When I informed my father of this unimaginable health hazard (he is an M.D. who has worked in clinical chemistry for decades) he rather dryly informed me that he could see other health-related problems that would make this a nonissue long before even getting near a fatal dose of radiation. In short, my genius quite simply goes unappreciated. I am going back to work on my brilliant idea for a banana-fueled nuclear power plant now.

I just had a dream that made me go WTF but which I in retrospect have to admit was really freaking cool. I was watching a Star Wars spinoff show in which Doc and Roger of The Whiteboard fame were somehow the main characters. They stole a flying APC by fast talking the pilot, then started modifying it literally on the fly while being pursued by Stormtroopers on speeder bikes. Roger was in the engine, taking things apart and putting them back together in what he called 'more exciting' ways and Doc was calling suggestions of how to proceed to him while putting the flying APC through wild aerobatics and returning fire on the Stormtroopers. They somehow lost the pursuit and landed the APC at a place that looked like a small airfield and barracks with random tech scattered about. As they left the APC Sandy got into their faces and asked them, "Are you two idiots trying to start a war?" and Doc replied, "Well, technically we are already in the middle of one." Then I woke up and went WTF one more time when I realised with what terrifying ease you could fit Doc and Roger into the Star Wars continuity.

Hm. Yes. I agree that together they comprise a quite decent argument that Pandora can either to some degree read minds or simply read people so well that she can get this basic information, which amounts to the same thing for all intents and purposes. Mind you, I personally consider it more like telempathy than actual mind reading, but that may just be quibbling over details. *scratches head*

I doubt it. It seems to me that as the simulation is in her head, Sarah would just continue to interact with it internally while her body is being moved around.

Show an in-story example of this, please.

I wonder how eager Nanase was to have a fairy avatar with herself in it destroyed before she knew what would happen.

You are unfortunately not alone. My wife has also had to deal with a series of migraines. I am wondering if it may be a combination of the weather and sheer stress from the ongoing events. I hope you feel better soon, but please keep us posted.

Then it is a good thing we have a whole forum full of decent people here. And we don't want to lose one of our best, for that matter.

Good Lord. Prof, do take good care of yourself. Yes, I know, you will have Mrs. Prof watching you like a hawk, but I worry.

I am unconvinced of the merits of no-hands steering.

But possibly not for jumping from a plane in the case of a cheap parachute of uncertain age, quality and maintenance.

*sigh* I can well believe it. Cultists do not generally suffer from encumbrances like undue amounts of intelligence.

That... does not even make sense. You do not save any room by zipping a file twice.

While awesome, I suppose he didn't feel it would look good attached to the Veyron. Mind you, a good way to get some respect even from Italian drivers. A friend of mine once got spam offering cheap surplus parachutes. He commented that among the things he would never dream of buying as cheap surplus, parachutes came close to heading the list.

Forgiven. This time

This reminds me of a dream I have had once or twice where I sat at the computer and was trying to moderate the forums. There was a very strange thread going on about the legality of using the CMD in the United States and of whether it counted as identity theft to switch someone's gender. (The logic was that since the person clearly no longer matched their original ID, their identity had been taken away from them.) And all of a sudden President Obama was posting in the thread requesting patience because it would take time for the courts to hash things out. Around then I decided that this couldn't be real and I felt quite relieved when I woke up.

If you wake up in a pod that turns out to be one out of thousands all connected to nightmare machinery and with a power cord sticking out of your neck, you only have yourself to blame.

It is a tradition carried on from Mrs. Guy's father Every Man and Mr. Guy's mother Any Guy.

Clearly what is needed is a magical artist who can create animated murals.

It was called the Chauchat and suffered from several problems. As you correctly surmise, heat was part of the problem; another part was open-sided magazines that all too easily allowed mud, dirt, grit and dust to get inside the firing mechanism -- not ideal for muddy trenches. As to the performance of the Enterprise's weapon systems, I agree with you. As I also pointed out earlier, the weapons might have been early models and thus vulnerable to design flaws of a similar kind to that of early machine guns and submachine guns. Very few weapons designers get it right in the first try, after all.

I suppose that if you are driving a Veyron, good eyesight is very helpful.

I gotta find out precisely where he lives. Cheap green energy is nothing to sneer at.