First one, I see an exponent 1, and a set containment symbol. Second one, the exponent 1 again, and then "&sup".
Same here. Safari, iPad2.
So, for reasons I'm choosing not to investigate closely, I'm watching a
Finding Bigfoot
marathon. The biologist skeptic is delightful. (Sasquatch or kid in a hoodie? Gee, which do you think is more likely?) The "investigators" keep referring to places as "squatchy".
First line: an exponent 1 and a set containment symbol (which I can name thanks to Hil).
Second line: an exponent 1 and "&sup".
Chrome Version 23.0.1271.101, Mac OS 10.7.5.
First one, I see an exponent 1, and a set containment symbol. Second one, the exponent 1 again, and then "&sup". Firefox 17.0.1, Mac OS 10.6.8.
I am exactly Hil -- I see the same things and I am running the same browser on the same OS.
Finding Bigfoot
is unintentionally hilarious. Mostly because, you know, they never do find him. The skeptic always seems to be thinking, "how much are they paying me for this, again?" The guys are all serious about how much they know about a creature that they've never seen and never seen any spoor. That sounds like a squatch! There's a squatch in these woods, all right.
I'll be happy to believe in Bigfoot, when (1) someone finds the DNA, or (b) a Sasquatch steps in front of my car.
First one, I see an exponent 1, and a set containment symbol. Second one, the exponent 1 again, and then "&sup". Firefox 17.0.1, Mac OS 10.6.8.
Same, Chrome Version 23.0.1271.101 Mac OS X 10.6.8
My favorite recent Bigfoot "discovery" was the people who had some "Bigfoot DNA" analyzed and found that it was "mostly human."
I can't put it any better than Rebecca Watson on the SGU: "That's like analyzing some unicorn DNA and finding out that it's "mostly horse.""
I'll be happy to believe in Bigfoot, when (1) someone finds the DNA, or (b) a Sasquatch steps in front of my car.
Considering how much hitting a deer can mess up a car (and its driver), I'd not be so happy to believe in case (b). More like, my last words would be "ARE YOU SHITTING ME?!?"
I'm assuming, in that scenario, that I would stop in time to avoid hitting my Sasquatch, and we would stare dumbfounded at each other for a moment until he loped off into the nearby woods and disappeared, and I would spend the rest of my life
never telling anyone.
But I'd
know.
My husband LOVES Finding Bigfoot. And he has a PhD! In Science! But he loves the idea of cryptozoology. I have to leave the room, although I love the stoner guy Bobo, who is exactly like a guy I worked with on every single archaeology field project I did in the US.