When was the last time you saw, outside of manga/anime or more obscure science fiction novels, somebody putting their brain in a jar, and putting that jar in a non-humanoid body?
I think that's the only place where you would typically see this. This concept reminds me of the cymeks in the Dune prequel series. I do see your point though. Who among us wouldn't want to trade our bodies in for a huge hexapodal machine capable of space flight?
I see a lot of posts in here about banning guns. They are far more controlled where I live (Canada), but rest assured shootings that happen in Canada are always with black-market guns. It's not the people who legally purchase and register firearms doing these things, it's those who obtain them illegally.
You may argue that making guns harder to get, like here, reduces this kind of thing. That may be correct. But no matter what, people can get anything, and they will, if sufficiently demented, do something bad.
What's the answer to that?
There is no answer to that. The lesser of two evils is less people with guns and I'm fine with that since there will never be a better option.
No kidding - I've experienced -52 C (it was closer to -60 C with the wind chill.) That's pretty cold.
Yes, definitely. At around -50, the batteries in your discman stop delivering a charge and your headphone cables get really stiff. Happened to me walking to work some years ago, it was worth a few laughs with the coworkers, since the cold weather is an inside joke where I'm from.
It's Friday, my day, my way or the highway,
Can't wait to get off work so I'm letting my mind spray.
Stuck here in my chair on some last minute shit,
Debuggin' the fuckin' program till those breakpoints get hit.
Go home, pop the beer, spark the la like rastafari,
Relaxin' on the couch and watch the time just fly by.
Get a call from work, they say the shit done turn real,
Log into my machine, oh how shitty this must feel.
"The Mets were great in 'sixty eight, The Cards were fine in 'sixty nine, But the Cubs will be heavenly in nineteen and seventy." -- Ernie Banks