While your comment is articulate and well thought out, I must disagree on the grounds that there simply is no substitute for real maple syrup.

Eh hemm...



Like chicken...and waffles.



ZING!

Inordinate length of prison sentence does fall under the cruel and unusual punishment provision: "In Solem v. Helm, 463 U.S. 277, 103 S. Ct. 3001, 77 L. Ed. 2d 637 (1983), the Court applied its proportionality analysis to felony prison sentences. In Solem, the defendant had passed a bad check in the amount of $100. Although this crime ordinarily would be punishable by a maximum five-year sentence, the defendant had been sentenced to life imprisonment without Parole because of six prior felony convictions. The Court held that the sentence was significantly disproportionate to the defendant's crime and that it was thus prohibited by the Eighth Amendment." - http://legal-dictionary.thefreedictionary.com/Cruel+and+Unusual+Punishment

Cannibalism.

With all due respect, you're a BIG DORK. Just like me. :) (hey, I said it with all due respect.)

I'm Jim Conte and so's my wife!

I'm done with all these made up holidays. I'm done buying shit for days that are meaningless or based on some magical bullshit from two thousand years ago.

A pen and some paper. This method is proven to increase later recall of the subject matter. [too lazy to provide citation]

I did not hear a test, but I did see a black cat walk by, then the same cat walked by again.

Ummmm...figment newtons and gravy.

Didn't know you were on here, Sheldon.

"Even I'm irrelevant to the majority."

Thanks for finally owning up, Steve.

Is Causality constrained as a linear function with respect to time?

I don't know if I'm asking this question correctly. Another way to pose this question is: can a causal event produce effect(s) in the past?

Duh, it just now went back in time. Doofus.

My uncle has a country place
That no one knows about.
He says it used to be a farm,
Before the Motor Law.
And on Sundays I elude the Eyes,
And hop the Turbine Freight
To far outside the Wire,
Where my white-haired uncle waits.

Jump to the ground
As the Turbo slows to cross the Borderline.
Run like the wind,
As excitement shivers up and down my spine.
Down in his barn,
My uncle preserved for me an old machine,
For fifty-odd years.
To keep it as new has been his dearest dream.

I strip away the old debris
That hides a shining car.
A brilliant red Barchetta
From a better, vanished time.
I fire up the willing engine,
Responding with a roar.
Tires spitting gravel,
I commit my weekly crime...

Wind-
In my hair-
Shifting and drifting-
Mechanical music-
Adrenalin surge...

Well-weathered leather,
Hot metal and oil,
The scented country air.
Sunlight on chrome,
The blur of the landscape,
Every nerve aware.

Suddenly ahead of me,
Across the mountainside,
A gleaming alloy air-car
Shoots towards me, two lanes wide.
I spin around with shrieking tires,
To run the deadly race,
Go screaming through the valley
As another joins the chase.

Drive like the wind,
Straining the limits of machine and man.
Laughing out loud
With fear and hope, I've got a desperate plan.
At the one-lane bridge
I leave the giants stranded at the riverside.
Race back to the farm, to dream with my uncle at the fireside

- Rush, Red Barchetta, Moving Pictures