It must be a couple of weeks since I poured sand into that particular Web2.0 gearbox. I do hope it's high-precision.

Could have been worse. He could have said "Oh, who shall rid me of those troublesome negative reviewers!" :)

If the owner was a senior hitman for the (New York?) Mafia, you may have had a poi &£$£%$&%* < NO CARRIER >

someone from the National Institutes of Health reached out to Samaritan's Purse, one of the two North Carolina-based Christian relief groups the two were working with, and offered to have vials of an experimental drug called ZMapp sent to Liberia, according to CNN's unnamed source

they claim to be able to trust in their invisible sky fairy to protect them from diseases (bullets, communists, whatever), but when they find themselves in shit, they call for the best drugs science can develop, despite science being the total antithesis of the invisible sky fairy that they have faith in when the weather is nice.

they couldn't care less that there are voles about.

If you want a bird that will eat voles, get a bird that has evolved to eat voles. Try either a falcon (kestrel, hobby, or other variants of "raptor"), or an ostrich. In either case, expect it to put "chicken" on it's menu too.

Big things eat little things ; the size difference between chicken and vole isn't enough in favour of the chicken for the vole to be considered "food" (unless it's a baby?). Few insects are that big though, so they're on "Chicken Menu v1.0"

Film at 11?

So unsurprising.

This leftist utopian crap needs to die.

Why do you consider it "leftist"?

• Because you disagree with it?
• Because the decline of male absolute supremacy parallels the rise of thought that things other than the pursuit of [harems ; money ; prestige] might just possibly be of significance?
• Because you consider the pursuit of anything other than your own blind bigoted self-interest to be reprehensible, foreign, or just plain against the word of (your) god?

Speaking as a geologist, you'd embarrass a dinosaur.

(Before you ask ... quick check : yes, I've still got two balls and dried semen on my dick from poking the wife last night. But coming inside a woman is doubtless an experience that doesn't lay in your past, or your future.)

You're the douchebag who feels the need to brag to everyone at the party that he doesn't even *OWN* a TV, and then wonders why people don't like you.

Sounds like one of those stupid cunts of ACs who go to the wrong parties.

What's wrong with treating the crap that people put on TV to part us from our money as if it's crap whose only reason for existence is to part us from our money?

their average speed across the most popular sites.

And exactly how are you going to define that?

You'd have to have the various stars in more-or-less concentric orbits of different periods. Then, at some point, they'd all get lined up in one (small angle of direction) from which they could all be simultaneously eclipsed. Ah, no, I see my error ; you only need to get them into one half of the sky for the other half to experience darkness.

But again, that wouldn't work for a Klemperer rosette configuration, either from the central location (not necessarily occupied) or from any of the rosette objects in a rosette of more than three objects (here there are 6 objects).

Either that or members of city council wake up with severed horse heads in their beds.

Or Jobbies?

(That's Scots for turds. as well as some Mac Fanboi.)

You've gotten less that half-way through your last mammoth before it's no longer safe to eat, so now you gotta kill another.

Actually, you do have a point. So people don't do that.

Mammoths (and bison, and caribou/elk, and horses - to name some of the other usual suspects) are quite dangerous animals when they're full grown. And they are very protective of their young, until they get to a certain age.

So, going from the actual skeletal evidence, what it seems happened, repeatedly, was that hunting would target the yearling (or two-year) youngsters, separate them from the adults, kill and eat them. Getting to the infants through the adults is too dangerous, and getting the adults is too dangerous too. So you take out the middling ones.

Take out 50% of the yearlings (two-yearlings) every year for one generation, and you have halved the population. After five generations, the herds become small enough that they can't protect their infants so effectively ... and you get a populations crash.

Quoth the hunter : "But we never took out too many. We were hunting sustainably!"

Fishermen say the same. And they believe it's true. Population dynamics are not intuitive.

So my question is: what is holding everyone else back from freeing themselves from contacts and glasses?

I've had to, in the past, pull steel splinters (from a rock-hammer, a day-to-day tool at the time) from embedded in the surface of my prescription lenses. When I go out of my office and into the workspace in which I work, I am required by company site policy to wear protective spectacles, even if of no optical effect. So I wear my prescription safety spectacles.

Lasik eye surgery would do nothing to remove the obligation to use that PPE (Personal Protective Equipment).

Dissent on this point is taken as a resignation. You're escourted off the site, with your belongings, never to return and never to work for that client again, anywhere in the world, in any position.

that carpenter gets special moral authority from his claimed relation to God, and there's only a handful of individuals in history who've been credited with such significance.

There's no shortage of people claiming such a relationship with the FSM. On my friend's locked hospital ward the last time he had one of his episodes, there were 4 claimants.

The number who have actually had such a relationship remains the same as the number of gods - zero.

Or are you hoping to grow in legend until your distant descendents come to worship you as well?

Well, It's not impossible for my legend to grow. Does that mean I'd need to log into FaceSpace and MyBook more than every few months? But it's absolutely impossible for my descendants to worship me, absent one of (1) The Plastic Hippy having had a 15 month pregnancy after we broke up, or (2) someone microsurgically repairs my vasa deferens then anally rapes my corpse with a cattle prod to get a semen sample (the latter has happened, and Diane Blood seems proud to have raped her husband's corpse so. I would hope the necessary repair work would suggest to the courts my strong desire to not have descendants ; since it would require the work of lawyers, I'm not going to bet on it never happening.)