Or glue two regular mice together and break one button.
Nuke the doomsday clock!
Where are the "Functional Science" awards? You gotta have Paradigm Envy, no?
And how about the Procedural Awards, and the Goto Awards? I hear the Goto team racks up a lot of air-fare.
Do we want to stoop that low with language spin?
Re: "object-oriented computer science" -- Where is the "science"? Where are the theories, the metrics, and the independent repeats to verify?
The fact is, most people are safe enough drivers most of the time. Except for when they're not.FTFY. Very few drivers are "safe" in any particularly strict sense of the term. Myself included. We're sort of like Windows code in that respect. Safe enough? Yes, as long as they're properly monitored and regulated. Other than that? I wouldn't share a road with them, if I had a choice.
Population is provided by "Otto fuel II" which is a hot expanding gas
It's caused by something expanding, but it's not a gas. At least mine isn't.
In which case the snippet you quoted becomes "I make up I speak for everyone when I say".
If that improves your comprehension it must be pretty poor to begin with.
Nice, but in the real world you often don't have the luxury of waiting that long.
There are those who say we should not be responsible for seeing to it that the least-earners among us have health care, sick days, etc. But that whole petri dish thing... that's the result.
Joe the McDonald's window guy has flu/whatever, but he can't take a day (or 3 days) off (might not be allowed to, but can't afford to anyway so, the former is moot.) So Larry goes for lunch, and comes away with whatever Joe had as a bonus. And that goes on all day, for several days. While everyone else in the McDonald's catches it too, thereby extending the event even further, basically until every employee's immune system have handled the problem. And of course, there will be the occasional person who can't manage it -- for whatever reason... compromised immune system, preexisting disease process that complicates matters, old age, whatever. For them, matters can be much worse.
Either we admit that we need to take care of everyone, for everyone's sake, or we'll just keep running into situations where transmissible diseases have far more chance to spread than would otherwise be the case.
Odds are excellent that the only thing unique about the Disney event is that someone noticed it. Most people have probably been on the receiving end of such "petri dish events" many times. Anywhere you have a person with a transmissible disease in a condition suitable for transmission (usually not the entire course) that faces the public, the potential exists.
Anyone in that state should be in bed, properly isolated and medicated. Every time that doesn't happen, we're just shooting ourselves in the foot.
If the car is really dirty, the heck with washing it. Just turn it in and have it reprinted.
Reprint if you have a fender-bender. Hailstorm. Cat climbed in an open window and sprayed your seats.
Just reprint the car. Love the idea of having it melted down and re-using the material(s.)
I suspect the feds will have something to say about safety issues, though.
Those chips will use up all the parallel universes, and then I'll never get laid, anywhere, you insensitive clod!
If you don't notice a flashing green light barely in your peripheral vision I would start to wonder if you ought to be driving at all.
At my height, the steering wheel blocks out half the dashboard. And, no, I can't fix this problem with a phone book (even if such a thing was still available).
My problem is that I'm forced to recline to a halfway recumbent position to keep from mashing my head into the ceiling.
In many vehicles I end up reclined so far back that I can barely reach the steering wheel. And, no, this is not because I have short arms. It's because the rear passenger window has now entered my peripheral vision. If this strikes you as strange, then I suspect it's been a long while since you spent any quality time with sin/cosine. (I have a wine bottle a mere 2" too tall for one of my cupboard shelves. If I tilt it to 45 degrees it fits just fine.)
So then I have to crank the seat forward until my knees are striking the front dashboard. Strangely, I don't find this uncomfortable for my legs, unless I wish to move them.
My peripheral vision is now roughly oriented toward the driver's seat-belt pulley, and my eye level is horizontal to the tint line on the windscreen. By the time I get the steering adjusted to a comfortable position, it's almost a certainty that half the dashboard is occluded by the top half of the steering wheel.
I can't see stop lights, either, if I'm first to the light and I've pulled up to the stop line, unless I use the old ear-to-shoulder trick—or I spot some other aspect of the intersection control synchronized to the light I'm waiting on.
What look like large vehicles from the outside are usually just as bad. Sure, the cabin height is increased, but usually they take most of it away with a higher seat height (to better accommodate all those fancy seat motors whose very existence makes the seating position you most desire impossible to achieve).
You should book a week sometime in the Hobbit Hotel. It will do wonders for your imagination concerning the circumstances that others face. Probably you should do this before participating in the design of any mechanical thing to be used by anyone other than a jet fighter pilot (whose physiques are carefully restricted to the design environment).
You just don't "get" Jar Jar. The Force channels power through his clumsiness. His "accidents" are guided and/or re-shaped by The Force. It's not like Scooby Doo's F-ups where shear luck catches the bad guy; Jar Jar is divinely-guided chaos.
It's mutation-based evolution cross-bred with Intelligent Design (Catholic model?) It's a contrast to The Force channeled through skill, planning, and discipline of the other characters. He's a rare character pattern in film.
Maybe he gives hope to those of us sorely lacking Jedi qualities?