We could always keep busy for one welcoming them.
Sure robots are life forms, like us they think, feel, have an uncontrollable urge to sing folk songs when magnets are attached to them, etc.
Let's not overlook Eddie Murphy's courageous journey in the other direction, White Like Me.
Years ago I heard about how a journalist actually followed up on Griffin and spoke with some of the people he lived among in his new racial identity; apparently the common reaction was to laugh uproariously behind his back at this crazy honky. Can't find anything about this now though. Maybe it's an urban legend?
They can't do stairs so they can't work to well as one.
Hi, Welcome to Beam! Can I help you find something? Or, perhaps...EXTERMINATE!
Came for this. Left satisfied.
De gustibus non disputandum: Domino's Tests Limits Of What Humans Will Eat - YouTube
Out of interest, how well is the speed limit in somewhere like Montana policed? Do the cops actually pull people for doing 1mph over the current limit?
I tried to get an answer to that question and was met with the usual barrage of answers...it seems to be handled on a state-by-state basis but there isn't a resource I could find that laid things out in a simple manner. Here in Oregon I've always understood that there's a 7 MPH margin of error, from inaccuracies in both the radar units and cars' speedometers; not sure where I picked that up from though...don't think it was in the driver's handbook.
Anyway my SOP is to chance about 5 MPH over the posted limit; it's worked for me for 25 years, and I'm certainly going a heckuva lot slower than the army of maniacs out on the road. But then I don't do much in the way of traveling so perhaps there are states where the limits are enforced for real.
Cowboy singer Arthur Miles cut a record in the 1930s using overtone singing. It seems to be something people inevitably develop from just messing around with the possibilities of the human voice.
The main thing that puzzled me were what look like numbers along the body of the solar panels on Rosetta - are those computer artifacts too?
My problem is I find exercise boring. I never get the rush after exercise.
I have a SurfShelf attached to my Schwinn eliptical trainer, an HDMI monitor in front of it plugged into my laptop, a G700 mouse with the buttons mapped to various important functions, and a presentation clicker with Page Up and Page Down buttons strapped to one of the elliptical's handlebars, so I can navigate through web pages while I work out. Pretty much covers everything; I also installed a program called Click-N-Type which is a big improvement on the usual Windows onscreen keyboard, so I can even do a bit of typing away from the laptop. I find exercise of any kind brutally tedious. Don't really have an excuse for still being a bit overweight of course...but there are ways to make solo workouts less dull.
I've always been fond of Mike Nelson's rendition.
Triumph: For us, there is no spring. Just the wind that smells fresh before the storm.
FOR ME TO POOP ON!
Bill died from cancer of the pancreas that spread to his liver, pancreatic cancer is strongly associated with smoking, true, but 80% of victims are above the age of 60, note: What Causes Pancreatic Cancer? Perhaps he just drew a bad set of cards, a bit of irony which would be very apropos.
His routine contrasting the fates of Fixx and Yul Brynner is, hands down, the funniest bit of stand up comedy I've ever heard.
"Bill Hicks: Remember Jim Fix, that health-nut who died while jogging? Used to write BOOKS about joggingwhat do you jot down about jogging? “Left foot, right foot, hemorrhage."
Andy Warhol already went down the road in the 60s with films such as the 8 hour long Empire, which consisted of a single shot of the Empire State Building. Neat, eh?
I see Warhol also threw together a flick with the alarming title Tub Girls. Although some of his films depicted graphic sexual acts this one apparently doesn't go further than showing one of his Superstars in the nude chatting with friends.