From the Onion.
I am not saying that America is Bahrain. I am merely using it as an example of how you may be shooting yourself in the foot with a law like that.
My mother died a little over a year ago. Photo's are great, but in my case the videos don't do a huge amount for me (although it is interesting to watch how she moved). My brother has her cell phone though, so when we call him we get her voice-mail message....I really miss that voice. Dad went through her travel diaries and typed them up so we all have a copy of those. That's nice because it records the way her mind worked in some of the happier times of her life. The smell of perfumes may also be important, coconut cream always reminds me of her and that phase happened when I was a very young child. Shopping lists, notes, and such are also important. Sometimes it is the way we do little things are say the most about how we were.
Beware of recording to much of her in her final stages. They need to remember her as she lived, not as she was dying. Good luck though. You are in for a rough ride and it will take a long time to regain some sense of balance.
You're at a Rap concert?
"The new bacteria replicated over a billion times, producing copies that contained and were controlled by the constructed, synthetic DNA." - http://news.bbc.co.uk/1/hi/science_and_environment/10132762.stm
Yes, it really is life.
Or we Pluto it
No, that's evolution.
The question asked is rather easy actually. As per normal turn it around. Is it moral to refuse treatment to a colour blind person knowing that you can fix the perceived problem?
Oh, and btw, the universe doesn't give a shit. There is no god. Morals are just another social construct to protect the inferior and the dominant.
"William Hayward Pickering ONZ KBE (24 December 1910 — 15 March 2004) was a New Zealand born rocket scientist who headed Pasadena, California's Jet Propulsion Laboratory (JPL) for 22 years, retiring in 1976. He was a senior NASA luminary and pioneered the exploration of space."*
I emailed Rocket Labs for a better time table as I should be able to get a good view of the launch, and they said;
"Thank you for your interest.
We have a media contingent going and one of them may be doing something,
but we have no plans at this stage to provide live updates.
If the weather is good, it'll likely be between 6am and 7am Monday 30th."
*quoted from Wikipedia
Redemption. It is hoped that this act will haunt the perpetrators for the rest of their lives because they are human. If you don't believe they have a chance to redeem themselves, if only in their own eyes or in the eyes of the people who love them, then they should have been killed as soon as they were found guilty. A lifetime is a very long time though, some of us make mistakes. Some of us make horrendous mistakes.It is hoped that we would learn from them.
I could if I tried
Honey please forget my wireless
Baby I'm not that kind
Don't go hacking my heart
You take the beat out of me
Honey when you knocked on my port
My heart gave you my key
Nobody knows it
When I was down
I was your pawn
Nobody knows it
Right from the start
You stopped my heart
You stopped my heart
So don't go hacking my heart
I won't go hacking your heart
Don't go hacking my heart
On a slighly different note. I wonder if Captain Crunch could freak an ear implant?
"Everyone knows that Jesus was born to Mary after she immaculately conceived him by receiving God's seed somehow."
Whilst simultaneously being of the line of David.........Work that one out.
"It's another thing to not consider putting the car in neutral when something like this is encountered."
People panic. I was in a car where a friend had his shoelace closed in the door and panicked about not being able to reach the brake. It never crossed his mind to use his other foot, or the handbrake.
The chances of that happening are a million to one!
Pandora's Star, first chapter.
"Really, the true protection the laptop gets is that every student receives one for free, but a replacement laptop has to be paid for out of their parent's pockets. Students will learn to be careful with them or face punishment from their parents."
A couple of thoughts on that. The first is that my daughter went through six cellphones one year (not paid for by me). Children have no idea how much things cost because generally they don't have to work for them. The second is that the loss of your laptop (which eventually will be part of school curriculum, if it isn't already) will penalise low income families with no technical knowledge who now have to fork out for a replacement. The third is.....what a way to bully kids! Just smash their laptop and refuse to admit you did it.
'Twas Mulga Bill, from Eaglehawk, that caught the cycling craze;
He turned away the good old horse that served him many days;
He dressed himself in cycling clothes, resplendent to be seen;
He hurried off to town and bought a shining new machine;
And as he wheeled it through the door, with air of lordly pride,
The grinning shop assistant said, "Excuse me, can you ride?"
"See here, young man," said Mulga Bill, "from Walgett to the sea,
From Conroy's Gap to Castlereagh, there's none can ride like me.
I'm good all round at everything as everybody knows,
Although I'm not the one to talk - I hate a man that blows.
But riding is my special gift, my chiefest, sole delight;
Just ask a wild duck can it swim, a wildcat can it fight.
There's nothing clothed in hair or hide, or built of flesh or steel,
There's nothing walks or jumps, or runs, on axle, hoof, or wheel,
But what I'll sit, while hide will hold and girths and straps are tight:
I'll ride this here two-wheeled concern right straight away at sight."
'Twas Mulga Bill, from Eaglehawk, that sought his own abode,
That perched above Dead Man's Creek, beside the mountain road.
He turned the cycle down the hill and mounted for the fray,
But 'ere he'd gone a dozen yards it bolted clean away.
It left the track, and through the trees, just like a silver steak,
It whistled down the awful slope towards the Dead Man's Creek.
It shaved a stump by half an inch, it dodged a big white-box:
The very wallaroos in fright went scrambling up the rocks,
The wombats hiding in their caves dug deeper underground,
As Mulga Bill, as white as chalk, sat tight to every bound.
It struck a stone and gave a spring that cleared a fallen tree,
It raced beside a precipice as close as close could be;
And then as Mulga Bill let out one last despairing shriek
It made a leap of twenty feet into the Dean Man's Creek.
'Twas Mulga Bill, from Eaglehawk, that slowly swam ashore:
He said, "I've had some narrer shaves and lively rides before;
I've rode a wild bull round a yard to win a five-pound bet,
But this was the most awful ride that I've encountered yet.
I'll give that two-wheeled outlaw best; it's shaken all my nerve
To feel it whistle through the air and plunge and buck and swerve.
It's safe at rest in Dead Man's Creek, we'll leave it lying still;
A horse's back is good enough henceforth for Mulga Bill."