All we want to know is, how long does a five pound bag of sugar last?

(corollary question, will McDonald's et al stop putting those little sugar packs out for anyone to take?)

cares?

Make those drop-down oxygen masks a little bigger, and they can double as CONES OF SILENCE. These will work especially well with the rumored iShoe phone

Can Slashdot implement an alternate to the 'Anonymous Coward' sig?

  I suggest 'Anonymous Nitwit'.

Many rich folk find many productive outlets for their skills and interests. Many 'hobbyists' create interesting and useful output. Many artists and performers have their creative output stymied by economic duress. And many will be slackers in the eyes of some, but enjoy a happy life. Could be worse.

Hence the need for a new economic philosophy

You , like many, misunderstand the long term implications of increased productivity over time. Eventually most of the GNP (or GWP - gross world product) will be created through automated systems. This will require a substantial rethinking of what constitutes a life's work, as working to earn a living will become obsolete. Everyone will be entitled to a high (by today's standards) standard of living, and freed to pursue whatever endeavors - productive or not - that they so choose.

There will no doubt still be inequalities, but it will be the difference between the have's and the have more's. Most economic philosophies are based on limited resource allocations, whether it is capitalism, socialism, Marxism, free markets, feudal fiefdoms, or whatever. New models will be needed.

The Sea of Tranquility is not a sea in the normal sense, so seaweed doesn't really make sense.

I still have trouble with 1+1=10

I have a mechanical calculator that is extremely reliable, so long as you oil it.

I had five kids, and now you tell me I can't count on them? Dammit!

Why don't we make the hours from 9 am to 5 pm 40 minutes long, and we can have more time at both ends of the day!

How could snakes help build a brain when they have no hands?

For example, when I am hard at work, and my wife thinks I am goofing off...

Ahh! This takes me back. I remember a time around 1954 when bumpers were bumpers, and my dad and uncle were driving from Providence to Pittsburgh, playing bumper cars all the way. Fortunately this was before seat belts so we kids could climb up on the back window ledge for a good look.