Comment I told him... (Score 1) 112
...that we couldn't stop there!
...that we couldn't stop there!
The unofficial Free Parking jackpot in Monopoly was the worst thing about any board game ever. It meant a game that already dragged on too long never ended.
Uber?
All I have to do is wait at least 10-15 minutes before I can go anywhere.
Bus? Metro? Train? Ride share?
Fine, if I'm going where it goes when it goes there. Which can be very limited.
Because your actual iternary is different from what you purchased tickets for. That makes you harder to track, which gives the TSA hives.
They probably use the same email system hackers do!
This isn't how the internet works.
Yes it is. They're blocking *everything* from Gmail, including the SMTP traffic. In other words, people with Gmail can no longer send email to or receive email from people in China. People outside China who need to have email to people in China may very well have to switch away from Gmail.
I'm not rewarding Sony for being a cunt.
I really don't see how Sony's been a cunt here. They've been one before, but here they've just been stupid (with their poor security) and a little indecisive (but they made the right decision in the end).
"Don't do that or we'll make frowny faces at you. And also, what did you find out?"
By "pristine condition" they simply mean that they haven't been stripping it of parts to use elsewhere. They don't mean they had been keeping it up or that it was not in need of a great deal of work to be used as a museum, or for any other purpose.
Sounds like the course they punched in for the distance calculation went through the Panama Canal instead of around the Horn like they said it was.
The older humans lived 20 - 30 years MAX.
Bull. The Bible itself tells us the full span of a man's years is "threescore and ten". That's from the Book of Psalms, and was probably written around 700 BC.
you only have to do it once.
Tell that to Miles Vorkosigan. You can't replace a skeleton all at once; you have to do it piecemeal. They'll have to do it *lots* of times, a few bones at a time.
written by Longfellow after he'd lost his entire family (wife included) during the Civil War:
Someone seems to have embellished the tale a bit. Longfellow did not lose his entire faimly in the Civil War. The poem was written after his eldest son Charles was wounded, not killed, in battle; he wouldn't die until 1893, eleven years after his father. His wife was burned to death in a household accident in 1861. He wrote a different poem about that death, "The Cross of Snow", eighteen years later.
The big thing that is worse, I think, is economic inequality
In the US, yes. *World* economic inequality is falling.
I don't see anything particularly impolite about the truth: "I saw your number on the voicemail and decided it would be faster to call you back right away instead of listening to it. So what's happening?"
The *real* problem with not listening to the voicemail is if you get stuck playing phone tag. If there was useful information on that voice mail other than "Call me back" you're not going to learn it from the original caller's voice mail prompt.
The one day you'd sell your soul for something, souls are a glut.