One of the papers/news sites mentioned how few mutations that have been found and how it was quite a bit less than had been expected.

Radioactive Wolves, a PBS production on Nature, was the most interesting of videos that I've seen on the subject.

I paid for part of my education by serving in the USMC.

I'm educated. Like many educated people, I'm pretty fucking liberal (by American political standards).

Tax the wealthy at a reasonable level, tax corporations at a reasonable level, pull out of foreign engagements, and actually pay for Americans to be healthy and educated. Increased safety and happiness will likely follow. I don't give a shit what you do in your bedroom, so long as it's consensual - keep your religion out of my politics. Close the loopholes and actually make them pay their share.

You know, that sorta shit...

By the American-right standards, that makes me a 'commie pinko fag'.

I actually don't mind paying taxes. My tax burden is pretty high, but I could easily stand higher rates. (I don't even write off most charitable donations, as my way of doing a bit more. Nor do I keep track and write off all sorts of things that I could easily, and legally, claim as expenses.) I do mind how my taxes are spent.

So, while the OP is a troll, I dare say not all Marines are going to want to harm liberals. If anything, many of us would defend them from the morons who'd inflict harm based on political ideology.

There too. They've also got an abundance of wild boars in the DMZ which are actually a bit of a problem.

There have been dozens of documentaries and shows about this very subject.

If the company didn't provide a work phone, in modernity, I'd buy my own cheap device and use it for work. I'd consider it a work-related expense, like appropriate clothing for work and my lunch expenses. I'd budget accordingly and probably try to write it off on my taxes.

I'd do that, rather than give my personal phone number to my employer or before installing employer-related applications on my phone.

I had a laptop that drank almost as much beer as I did. (That's a bit of an exaggeration.)

The thing was magical, however. Every time it drank a beer, it only killed the keyboard. I replaced the keyboard in it so many times (it went through four or five) that I had the process down to under 15 minutes to replace it - on a laptop that went together like a 3D puzzle. I have no idea why it only killed the keyboard and nothing else, as it sure consumed a lot of beer.

I use a few browsers - at the same time. I have different tasks that I do in different browsers.

It helps me keep things isolated and organized. I've been doing it this way for years.

You want a Miranda Lawson? Cos that's how you get a Miranda Lawson. The daddy issues are included.

So you sit there and, presumably with a straight face, tell us that "when you test, you create cases" does not in fact mean that when you test you create cases, but instead means something entirely different from what the words actually say, and you expect us to agree with your "logic?"

Are you a plant assigned to make liberals look like idiots?

I think you're confusing Google customer service with Amazon customer service. They are world's apart.

Oh no. They've been breeding?!

If we're going to mention BioWare, then I would put Anthem rather than Mass Effect: Andromeda.

If ME:A didn't have the McLargeHuge shadow of the original Mass Effect trilogy to crawl out from under, or was in fact an entirely unrelated IP, it would have had a forgiving and reasonable entry to the games market. I bought and played it about 16 months after its debut. The game was fine.

Anthem on the other hand was a hot mess. The number of times I managed to get onto the servers was in the single digits. It continuously crashed to desktop when the server request timed out.

Any video game developers able to chime in here? How is this possible?

Does this mean the object or asset that represents "Miles" is the same class of objects that represents environmental litter? So push through the wrong Guid and it will work?

If you find yourself choosing between a pig in a jumpsuit and a cape-wearing duck in 1950s sci-fi schtick, go with the pig. Trust me.