Spam the appropriate phone numbers if you want changes made to a company's policies, and otherwise waste THEIR time. Emailing them merely wastes your own time and accomplishes nothing. Wasting their time costs them money, and if that's what it takes to get your point across, then that's what has to be done.

Emails are easily deleted or routed to /dev/null. Ditto for physical letters. Phone calls, on the other hand, usually end up with a person at the other end, if not a voice mail, and are much harder to ignore, by virtue of how long it takes to just listen to one's messages.

Not to mention one other thing: the moon is FUCKING DEAD. There is literally nothing there to pollute. In the face of a constant barrage of meteroites, who honestly gives two shits if we leave tons of trash up there, let alone active, running research equipment?

Actually, it's a chunk of natural lead (galena). Go figure.

You'd seriously go 10-15 years without at least changing your fuel filter!?

.....wait! it's not what you think.

"a new paper analyzes the robustness of /dev/urandom and /dev/urandom."

So now we're putting the dupes together into the same summary? Jeez, can't we at least wait a few hours first?

No, see, when the Enterprise emerged from warp, they did a quick trash dump just before leaving the atmosphere.

Best laugh I've had all day - mod this guy up, damn it :)

"The banking system is closely regulated and monitored..." ...in the hopes and dreams of We the People.

Blucher!

I'm all for encouraging people to buy more efficient cars, but what you propose is insane - what about the rest of us who simply cannot and never will be able to afford anything more than old guzzlers that can't even reach 15mpg (city)?

How the hell am I supposed to afford $6 a gallon when gas is already almost unaffordable at $3.50 a gallon?

Who's gonna hand over 30 grand for a new car? Or the roughly 10 grand for an almost-modern used car?

No way am I gonna spend nearly that much on my old car in gas, repairs, car insurance, etc., over its remaining life, and when it dies, I go find another old guzzler I can afford.

He didn't. He stole it and in return gave them a shoddy bomb casing full of used pinball machine parts.

WARNING: The above link starts blabbing some audio recording with no apparent way to shut it up.

Naw, it's where you keep all those photos of your and your children playing with variously-sized rings and mixtures of soap, water, and glycerine. :-)