I actually was typing it as one word "aboveground". Though I didn't in my post. Because I am a bonehead. (eta: Word doesn't like the hyphen. And congrats on making it to the next round, Dana! As well as sympathy on the taking forever part)
Well, Word is a poopyhead, because if you don't have a hyphen, the assumption is that "above" modifies "vault" and not "ground". Although I guess technically, "above" is an adverb, not an adjective...but it looks better.
Things I don't understand:
- Why the phone only rings as soon as I get online, making it appear that I am always online. Okay, maybe I am always online.
- What is wrong with my thrice damnable budget numbers that mean that sheet A does not match up with sheet B despite having been entered directly from the data in sheet B.
- Why you are getting snow and I am not.
Things I don't understand:
- Paris Hilton (subtracting the Richest Trainwreck on Earth factor)
- People who think it's OK to pick on other people's diets
- Non-dairy creamers
I don't understand why teleportation has not been invented yet.
So while it is nice to speak to a human, and I understand that people's reaction is annoying, I tend to give the person I'm calling more information via voicemail.
I totally agree. Perhaps it means I leave bad voicemails, but they are very different from any message that goes through a third party.
I don't understand why teleportation has not been invented yet.
I confess that I go into Dr. McCoy mode when that idea crosses my mind. If you disassemble me to the subatomic level, I'm dead.
Oh, and I don't understand why people so often on the phone think I am voicemail. Not that I'm going to transfer them to voicemail, but that I myself am a recorded voice.
Well, the replicators are well on their way, dunno why not for teleporters.
If you disassemble me to the subatomic level, I'm dead.
Only for a little while. But heh, yes, I understand the trepidation.
I don't understand why teleportation has not been invented yet.
I'm not too eager for this. The absence of time lag in sending stuff would lead to my clients expecting finished work as soon as they're done giving me instructions, since of course actually doing work shouldn't take any longer than getting it from place to place.
If you disassemble me to the subatomic level, I'm dead.
And then you get recreated. But is it the same you, or a different but identical you to the you that's dead?
Also, if teleporters exist, why can't they be used to create endless copies of you?