. . . but does it come with Monster Cables . . . ? Audiophiles really can hear the difference, even if it is only in their own minds . . .

You may not want to think about it, but you are going to die sometime. That's it. A lot of people are afraid of death. I have no fear of death, because I know it is inevitable. The philosopher Thomas Nagel wrote in his work "Mortal Questions" that death, was a part of living. So you should view death as "completing the totality of your existence".

Maybe a better example for nerds, I'm watching "Space:1999" right now on broadcast TV . . . dubbed in German! Anyway, for some reason, a planet of folks become immortal. They have some kind of cell regeneration that makes them live forever. Their society degenerates and becomes corrupt. Because death gives life a meaning. Without the thought of death, living has no meaning.

These morbid jokes about Truck Factor or Bus Factor in no means devalue the worth of life. They are simply us looking into the future, and tapping on a subject, that most of us would rather avoid thinking about.

Hey, cut these folks some slack. They are darned brave individuals, who fly on birth flights of new space technology. It's "The Right Stuff" . . . um, stuff.

I'll buy any one of them a beer any day . . . and throw in dinner, as well.

I wish them the best of luck on their flights!

. . . and soon we'll have captains marrying captains, lieutenants marrying lieutenants, sergeants marrying sergeants . . .

It will be marriage, all the way down.

This was covered in a 70's horror filmed called "Willard": https://en.wikipedia.org/wiki/...

Oh, you just can't beat those classics . . .

That would be new one. Usually when an executive makes a bad decision, the executive responds by laying off a bunch of little folks.

So, wait . . . does this new movie have a line where Han Solo says to Jar Jar, "I am your father" . . . ?

Or is it the other way around, and Jar Jar says to Han Solo, "I am your father" . . . ?

I guess there still are a lot of plot twists and storyline shifts that they can milk out of this franchise.

Luxury! When I was a lad, we lived in a milk carton by the side of the road.

With no candle, either!

When I was a lad, living in a paper bag at the side of the road, this was the real deal concerning Giant Robots: https://en.wikipedia.org/wiki/...

. . . in the US, this was aired on UHF TV stations as: Johnny Sokko and His Flying Robot.

Greeks banks will run out of money next week. The positive side of this, is that there will be no more queues in front of banks, because if there is no more money in the bank, there is no point in queuing in front of it.

How would the algorithm rate that comment . . . ?

The problem is that the town originally had 120 normal residents. Now, 40 extreme sensitives have moved there, and have started stirring up trouble, like demanding that other residents remove neon lights in stores, etc. The original residents are not enthused with this, and fear that the loonies with drive them out of their own town.

. . . then you can imagine all the "fun" sadistic police would have with these folks and a Taser.

I agree with your comment entirely. I would only like to add that a true C++ Master writes code that a C++ Novice can understand.

Time to get philosophical. Tomorrow, you could get run over by a bus. Take a wander around your Cubical Town. Are there enough folks there who could take over ownership of your code?

You can do some really cool things with C++. But if other folks cannot understand them, well it's best not to do it. Cool C++ features are like nuclear weapons: very powerful, but think about the consequences of using them . . .

Oh, I think you are underestimating the vastness and ubiquity of porn fetishes available on the Internet. There is for sure a Tube devoted to this somewhere on the Internet.

Well, here you go Mr. Putin; here are the tapes that you have been looking for: https://en.wikipedia.org/wiki/...

Since this contains content of a . . . well . . . "confidential" nature . . . you should view this late at night, after your wife has gone to bed.

. . . and don't forget a box of tissues, and some hand cream.