Nimoy was sublime. Conquering the tobacco addiction was but one example.

Virtually every smoker could quit cold turkey if each could be made to spend one day as his future self with final stage lung cancer. The strength of its addiction begins in the chemical with the brain's own nicotinic receptors, but it's finished with the silky slow pace with which it wrecks its havoc.

Thirteen days without one of those delectable little heart-stoppers, and I fight a couple of strong urges a day. The most difficult one is the next one.

Pretty much this, although I suspect cloning a body made from your own cell(s) will be plausible at or before spinal nerves are fused successfully.

I'd be more pleased if they'd move forward on this body part cloning research before I need a heart, lung, or liver.

Wipe the spilled kethup off with a kleenex and slashdot this link if you really want to know.

That's a feature, not a bug, sir.

If you can't explain yourself properly prior to the final line,

you've been necessarily culled, then.

Be a geek if that suits you, but love yourself, whatever you decide to do with your life.

Be a silver lining person and not a doomsayer.

You are not a special snowflake... unless you are.

Surprisingly legal... There's even a US State or two that has a statute prohibiting discrimination by refusing to serve the little missus.

That's about right, huh ladies? Pregnant and, now, no drinking either!

You sir, are quite a little bit brighter, indeed.

Sigh... Once again, we get this earth-centric slant on Slashdot.

For those folks who may see it 599.99 years before us, a little brighter may not fully capture the magnitude of it. Insensitive clods.

You sound like a poster who knows a thing or two about the oil business. Since through three of your posts, and I haven't read down very far, there has been no mention of the quality of your tar sands crude, perhaps we should start there. It's not Brent sweet light crude, it's not West Texas Intermediate, shit, it's fucking bitumen. It's great for asphault, roofing shingles, and sealing your canoe per the First Canadians first use.

The shit's dirty. If we needed fuel to escape orbit to avoid imminent planetary disaster, and we've squandered our other options, maybe, but damn, just on the outside chance the climate change scientists are correct in their hypothesis... right?

Yes. Someone posted a link on here a year or two ago concerning a shovel being repurposed into a repeating rifle... no great task in the grand scheme of things where the metallurgy craft and tools were present.

This is an obvious attempt to market a piece of machinery with an advertised single purpose... even though that may not accurately reflect the product.

Move along now... nothing here worth wadding up your undergarments.

Remember when we worried that perverting science was being done in the name of some shark killing?

I found myself on the fence here. Though it is shrinking, there has been a great deal of support in Pakistan for the extremist Muslim crusades by Al Qaeda and ISIL. Case in point: the Americans didn't notify Pakastanis before the raid on bin Laden's compound, even though they were allegedly allies at the time.

I believe this represents a turn from the tacit support of recent Pakastani leadership, as the actions of ISIL have become less palatable to many of their former support bases.

So yeah, it's a restriction of personal freedom imposed by a heavy-handed government, but I don't think most westerners have any idea what the average citizen's freedom is in an Islamic Republic.

It will work largely to the benefit of one side of the battle, and in all likelihood, a few battles.

The sincerest form of flattery will then level the playing field, and the next thing you know, we're waging war with no human casualties.

Earth's puny humans need more, not less incentives to aggression.

A man is run over at Main and Sycamore. Good Samaritan bystander calls it in.

911... what's your emergency?

"Man's been run over on Main and Syc-a-mmm..Sssik-am...sssii...shit! "

Sorry sir...where are you?

"Main and Sick... er, sik-ammmmm. Goddamnit. I'm going to drag him down to Main and Oak. Pick him up there."

We've had the power to fix it all along. How unfortunate there doesn't seem to be an end game that involves us.