I have somehow become involved in a discussion on Facebook (on David Brin's page) about the dangers of a space elevator, with "engineers" who somehow do not understand the physics of fluid displacement or orbital mechanics. The stupid, it burns.
Fred: So you don't worry that it's possible for someone to send out a biological or electronic trigger that effectively overrides your own sense of ideals and values and replaces them with an alternative coercive agenda that reduces you to a mindless meat puppet? Shopkeeper: Wow. People used to think that I was paranoid.
'Time Bomb'
Spike's Bitches 47: Someone Dangerous Could Get In
[NAFDA] Spike-centric discussion. Lusty, lewd (only occasionally crude), risqué (and frisqué), bawdy (Oh, lawdy!), flirty ('cuz we're purty), raunchy talk inside. Caveat lector.
Sean K - Feb 27, 2012 10:58:33 am PST #8685 of 30001
You can't leave me to my own devices; my devices are Nap and Eat. -Zenkitty
Sean K - Feb 27, 2012 11:00:37 am PST #8686 of 30001
You can't leave me to my own devices; my devices are Nap and Eat. -Zenkitty
The thought that keeps running through my head is "Three scientists, and Howard. Three scientists, and Howard. Three scientists, and Howard."
Strix - Feb 27, 2012 11:14:38 am PST #8687 of 30001
A dress should be tight enough to show you're a woman but loose enough to flee from zombies. — Ginger
You realize there are Buffistas counting their pennies right now. The thing is, they want to make sure they can watch you drinking wine in the tub, because...they're Buffistas.
Oh, yeah, it was total dreamy ooh-la-la I wish! kinda musing, Cindy. Like Buffista Island.
Atropa - Feb 27, 2012 11:21:12 am PST #8688 of 30001
The artist formerly associated with cupcakes.
Hitting "get mail" over and over will not make the email I am awaiting appear any faster.
Hitting "get mail" over and over will not make the email I am awaiting appear any faster.
Hitting "get mail" over and over will not make the email I am awaiting appear any faster.
I AM NOT CONVINCING MYSELF, HERE. Help meeeeee.
(Yes, I'm waiting for email about the possible job interview.)
::twitch twitch::
SailAweigh - Feb 27, 2012 11:23:13 am PST #8689 of 30001
Nana korobi, ya oki. (Fall down seven times, stand up eight.) ~Yuzuru Hanyu/Japanese proverb
I think we're all guilty of that. I know I have few pennies to throw around right now, but I like talking about all the things I would do, if I could do them. Heck, I even price airline tickets every now and then and sigh a lot. But it makes me happy, in an odd way, to know that even if I can't afford it, I would be welcome with open arms at any time to actually do it.
SailAweigh - Feb 27, 2012 11:24:00 am PST #8690 of 30001
Nana korobi, ya oki. (Fall down seven times, stand up eight.) ~Yuzuru Hanyu/Japanese proverb
::offers Jilli chocolate tea and dark chocolate skulls::
smonster - Feb 27, 2012 12:21:07 pm PST #8691 of 30001
We won’t stop until everyone is gay.
Jilli! Go look at kittens!
Extra special hell for the Citizens United judges.
So we did get pulled off the site (duh) and went to another site, and Someone up the chain threw a completely irrational hissy fit. Whatevs, yo.
omnis_audis - Feb 27, 2012 12:28:58 pm PST #8692 of 30001
omnis, pursue. That's an order from a shy woman who can use M-16. - Shir
Ugg. Bad day. Shit flying. Too much to do. And body not behaving. Doesn't help that the rain/cold has finally arrived that they have been talking about for a week now, and I am dressed for not rain/cold, and being the wuss that I am... well.. not helping. Uggg. Stress. Hate it. Blargh.
omnis_audis - Feb 27, 2012 12:29:13 pm PST #8693 of 30001
omnis, pursue. That's an order from a shy woman who can use M-16. - Shir
(no hairpats needed... just venting)
Connie Neil - Feb 27, 2012 12:33:33 pm PST #8694 of 30001
brillig
Gah, my supervisor has said "I need your measurable goals for these subjective categories." I said, "But how do you measure the subjective? How do we measure my effort in getting other people to not do things?" He grins: "Well, I guess I'm inviting you to come up with a way for me to measure it."
IE, I have no clue in hell, come up with a way for me.
All writing my own goals feels like is "Outline all the ways you can fail so we can fire you, and make the noose pretty, after all, you'll have to wear it."
I'm trying to think "Decide what you can reasonable do and write that down," but explicitly stating goals only feels like I'm inviting the universe to come up with a way to thwart me. Like I only have a chance of surviving if I don't give the universe a chance to draw bead on me.
And slapping the smarmy grin off your twenty-years-young male supervisor only gets you fired.