It's irresistibly obligatory.

In Anarctica, earthquakes fracture you.

The researchers further posit that since the injected substance is metal, it is an ideal conductor for use as a method of delivery for electrical current to heat up and destroy the unwanted tissue.

Are these plausibly benefits not afforded by existing techniques? I know we get a cancer cure story every fortnight or so, but I, for one, welcome the continued research even if it rarely pans out.

There is no present, perfect way to deliver the electricity those of us on the grid have come to appreciate. When you're talking about the mainstays of the grid's backbone (coal, crude, gas, hydroelectric, nuclear), none are generated without environmental consequence.

Continue to develop the renewables, but for fuck's sake, don't take nuclear off the table based on the performance of aging plants.

Though since this is Slashdot, there's virtually zero chance this is the first (or the last) instance of a disgruntled nerd with some coding skill.

Can't you just picture the editors, worked up into a frenzy this Monday morning, feverishly pursuing a solution?

That word.

You keep using it.

I don't think it means what you think it does.

It goes to scale.

The one that measures influence.

Undoubtedly, there are anthropogenic influences on this and every facet of the environment. Rightfully so, restrictions on fertilizer use are already in place, or pending in, affected areas.

Though it is inconvenient and unprofitable in the short term, the collective conscience of the governed requires the governors to care about and remedy shit like this.

There's a comment threshold feature that effectively eliminates your ability to see low rated comments, which these ravings are rendered to with a quickness thanks to a rather decent moderation scheme.

Caveat: two or three of the smartest things I've ever read on here were, at least at one point, low threshold.

Things will get better.

We're getting smarter and more advanced almost fast enough to save ourselves, from ourselves.... all we need to do is pick up the pace a bit.

Somebody's baby didn't pan out.

Feelings were hurt. That was yesterday. We've moved on.

Like a Ronco product.

Keep on keeping on until it happens.

Maybe just maybe, six more weeks of payroll and expenses is all you need. How many innovations fell six weeks and a single instance of fortuitous happenstance short of making it. The sinking of the Titanic must've seemed like a miracle to the lobsters in the kitchen.

We have gone forth and multiplied,

to the great detriment of our bluegreen, slightly elliptical, biosphere.