My understanding is that exceeding 1.0G requires adding downward net force by windfoil and surface grip. Apparently formula racers spin their wheels before starting guns, just to heat the rubber sticky. Apparently the main ramification of a small bump or aerodynamic failure is usually catastrophic: Your racer shooting up into the air and flipping vertically like someone put a bomb under your front lip.

Well, I got that last one from internet GIFs. Shit be nuts, yo.

You have to show the receipt, erotic asphyxiation is waived.

I totally spelled that correct by accident.

"I'm gonna stick my dinger in it!" is one of the more volatile forces in the universe, even in the absence of sexual drive. Please designate applicable sarcasm, because if you don't we WILL try it, warning labels be damned.

GParent: Yes it is.
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Are you requesting what I think you're requesting?

I guess I made some crazy assumptions thinking that people would want things like education, career, reliable finances; and of that pool, that there would be a subset that's careful.

I won't force anyone, but let's /generously/ assume that people are still after those things, let's assume people are still averse to being poor and homeless because they're still made of flesh. They're also still waiting to hear what these "abundant, human-performed jobs" are, exactly.

Or are you implying it's going to take a lot less than 335y to hit? I already knew that, I just didn't want the imminence to distract from solutions.

Human desires are infinite, but we sure as fuck won't seek them using expensive-ass humans that need benefits. And sleep.

Turns out that hand-made outfits are only being bought by some hipster niche subset of the wealthy, while the real world is buying robomade shirts. Turns out luxury items are an exception to the rule, an outlier, a fluke. The path of the bottom-line, of efficiency, is still king. Is the only reality pertinent enough to discuss, unless you need to be misleading.

Turns out they only buy from flukes too, the outliers of hand-sowing talent. The whole concept is negligible. A rounding error. Human desires are infinite, but buyers aren't.

There's a young man in 2350 who was assured by someone in 2015 that he wouldn't need to worry about everyone jumping to unpaid robolabor. Even so, he's taking no chances, he worries employers will overlook those without approval from the diploma mills. But he'll buy the signature with a paycheck, because our little wiseass knows student loans are a predatory industry, an authorized scam.

He's not disabled, physically or mentally. He's a perfect specimen. He's healthy, he's eager, he's earnest, he'd like one of those abundant human-performed jobs he heard about.

They called dibs. C'mon, even children know how imaginary property works.

"Creepy" has gotten awfully hype to drop, but this is what legitimately make my skin crawl.

Like, I can see someone saying it with a straight face. The whole line is euphemism. Like, four or five layers worth. It makes military euphemism look honest. It makes manure look forthright. It's like I'm staring at a knife wound, big slice, blood right flowing out, and the victim doesn't blink. Society doesn't blink.

Too busy creating value out of thin air. Yet on the distal side, the value will have consequence, and it won't be thin air. That will need a source. And, just as natural as water flowing downhill, as natural as entropy, it'll come from the bottom.

This. I think things derp slightly differently now (and I noscript/requestpolicy everything) but noughtie's internet was oozing with flashing GIFs and shit. Also SWFs. Shoot the duck and win a ringtone! Catch the balloon and win an ipod! You are the 1,000,000th visitor to the site!

This is yet another example of the post-surfacedwellers internet trying to PC everything. Though, I suppose this instance was a positive one.

"what's my password" is basically what constitutes the pie slice.

You know, the biggest one. In the pie. The pie that is IT support. Anywhere.

I am seeing several lines that would defend me to murder useless infants and even adult homo-sapien-animals.

If they were intentional, that's cool I guess. I mean, I do recognize that someone slowly stabbing me to death doesn't matter in the Grand Scheme of Things. I'm strongly of the opinion that stabbings are wrong, particularly stabbings of myself, but I defer to fact, to the precise accuracy of your words, which indeed declared a cosmic scale of reference. There, even the loss of Earth can become a footnote, be it by a ruined climate or a comet.

Now, having finished this tour of my respect towards meticulous accuracy, maybe we should revisit my first sentence.

There was an article a while back about how it's a chance to detox, kind of like a reverse dry docking.

http://science.slashdot.org/st...

iirc TFA says the circulatory system doesn't really penetrate to the cranium's innards bc space is a premium in there, and that means a loss in waste removal. Says during sleep the spinal fluids rise up and flush the brain, in lieu.

That alone would still be a physical, chemical demand, which hypothetically could be subverted somehow. But I still expect there's mental processing that's done during sleep; rearrangement, defrag, long-term memory writing. Yes, indexing. Things that can't be done while the brain is "on".

Cheating the sandman is almost up there with immortality and uploading myself.

>(a) it is not clear that Malibu Media's porn products are entitled to copyright protection
You've gone to great lengths to teach the population that EVERYTHING is imaginary property. If I can have legal control over any being in the universe touching the idea of round wheels, I can certainly own my filmography. You don't snub Malibu there.

>(b) discussed some of its questionable litigation practices
I guess they used dick moves? I guess you have to be a certain grade of "rich" to be allowed to lawyer-rodeo. I guess you're whining that you *want* to snub Malibu for dick maneuvers.

>(c) Malibu's "investigation" leads at best to an IP address rather than to an individual infringer
>(d) there is a major risk of misidentification
>(e) Malibu has no evidence that the individual John Doe committed any act of infringement
Thank God. Now set some fucking precedent. IP != ID. Vaguely incriminating circumstances lead to a suspect at best, and certainly not a verdict. By all means, snub them.

> (f) Malibu's claim that there is no other practical way for it to target infringement
That isn't a practical way either. If I don't have a practical way to catch my father's killer, that doesn't validate voodoo and crystal balls, it means I need to find new ways or fucking suck it up bitch you got squat. Snub 'em.

While I'd agree on the semantics, OP may have meant the folly of hubris (but grabbed a word from the mind's "immediately available" box).

I always figured the hard part was detecting/locating debris, more than bumping it towards reentry or escape velocity.

I also always figured Planetes was going to be unmanned machines in practice.