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Social Security is a glorified pyramid scheme, and is destined to royally screw over a large number of people. Taking money out of it for war efforts certainly doesn't help any, but I've never had much faith that I'll ever see any of that $150 every two weeks again.

Linear Algebra is going to involve a lot more theory and proofs and what not. Depending on your professor you may focus on applications for part of the course, but it can be hard to cram that into a 3 hour course and still cover the rest of the material. Linear Programming, which I'm assuming is a Numerical Methods course, just says, "when you try to do all that stuff you learned in Linear Algebra on a computer, it doesn't work... here's how how to juryrig it and get roughly what you want." I used both quite a bit in my computer graphics programming course (which was fun but I'm never going to use) and also in digital signal processing, error correcting codes, audio coding, stuff like that. If you're going to be an engineer, you're probably going to want to hang onto the Diffeq book...

I am, and I'm being serious here, physically incapable of seeing anything in stereograms

well now that Jesus is BURNED INTO TO RETINAS

That's a really interesting question. Suppose you were, say, 15, and took pornographic photos of yourself. Then kept them away until you were 25, then posted them on the internet... ...could you possibly face consequences for doing this?

While there's little, if anything, in this world that is black and white, I simply can not stand it when people draw arbitrary lines in the sand and stand behind them so adamantly, all while saying "please ignore what's going on behind me." What unpleasantries might these fellow inmates conduct? Beatings? Rape? Correct me if I'm getting the wrong impression, but it sounds like you condone this as a form of punishment, yet you criticize the death penalty as being too permanent. If your whole argument is against collateral damage, then I'll tell you something. I'd rather see an innocent person die by lethal injection than see an innocent person sentenced to life in a prison where they are left at the whim of other inmates.

I think the hypenation cheapens the idea of being an American, and equates the United States to nothing more than a 6,000,000 sq mi land mass. Being able to embrace the United States as your home without leaving your culture behind is supposed to be one of her key features. I think right now we're at a point where we've fucked with it too much. Affermative action that isn't implemented sensibly, overly-specific HR policies that get abused, and efforts to be politically correct that have drifted beyond the bounds of reality. I saw the newest cover for The Game of LIFE and couldn't help but laugh, we have what appears to be a white man, with a black wife who've got asian and mexican kids? Are we even being serious anymore?

you can't do that with a stylesheet. all you can do with a stylesheet is anchor it (background-attachment: fixed) position it (background-position: top right) and set how it repeats (background-repeat: repeat-y, repeat-x, etc) I imagine you want a stretched background image that just takes up the whole window and never moves while the rest of the page goes about its business? to do that I'd probably make a div tag position=absolute with an image inside of it with height=100% width=100% and resize the div tag using javascript when you changed the window size. kinda old school, but you should end up with something cross-browser compatible edited to add: css background properties

That... is fucking hilarious.

I jump at Elsinore now Actually, I never jumped at SDA, but I have jumped in Pahokee, and I am currently providing a home for one former skydiver's rig from SDA.

-You could say we have combined the expressiveness of BASIC with the user-friendliness of assembly language. this is kinda old so I hope those interested haven't seen it, but if you're at all familiar with programming, particularly assembly, this is a riot. We shall proceed, at once, to the server on which the page in question awaits!

Fleetwood Mac - Landslide: Good Billy Corgan - Landslide: Better. The Dixie Chicks - Landslide: Why?

Alright I've had enough... How do you pronounce Tecumseh?

In my earlier days I was walking back to my house from school when an old lady clothed in rags called from the shadows of a nearby alley. "psst, hey kid" she quietly drew, "you look like you could use a bite to eat." I had walked this path home each and every day, and never before did this building cast shadows as dark and ominous as that evening. The woman slowly produced a red, green, and white box from behind an air conditioning unit. "I really should be going," I replied "I've got a lot of homework to do." A lie, I didn't have any homework to do. I had all the time in the world to gorge myself on whatever delicious goods lay in wait. My will was subjecting my curiosity to the most savage of beatings when the box opened, and from within I could see the glisten of the glaze. The donuts were arranged with surgical precision. Three rows. Four columns. A hypnotizing geometric pattern. "Surely you have time for an original glazed," she went on "there's always time for an original glazed." I had unintentionally drifted into the alley. The box was just a couple feet away now. Slowly, I extended my arm towards the upper-leftmost donut. My index finger and thumb contacted the pastry, and my eyes rolled back in my head. Flashes of color flew around in my mind. Brief glimpses of reality blotted out by enveloping images of that red, green, and white box. Time was standing still... or was it? I was the wrong person to ask. And then everything got dark. My head was sore, and I was cold. I slowly opened my eyes, but even the faintest light in that bus station bathroom looked like the sun itself. I propped myself up with my right arm, and tried to gather my thoughts. Nothing about this place looked familiar. As I slowly approached a broken mirror, and the unfamiliarity continued, a dread fell over me. What day was it? Ha! Never mind that. How old had I become? My hair was gray, and a ratty beard had replaced my once naked face. Why hadn't anyone stopped this? Then I realized surely I had spit on or stepped over everyone I had previously known to feed the habit. Not much that could be done about that now. I stumbled outside in a daze and wandered over to a nearby alley. Perhaps I could find somewhere more comfortable to crash and rest my aching head. I gathered up some papers in an old trash can and struck a match. It was a cold and, according to one of the Tribunes I was about to burn, the month of February. As I settled down and warmed my hands through my tattered gloves, I caught a flash of something out of the corner of my eye. Peering from behind a dumpster, the white corner of a small flat box. I extracted the familiar shape out from under the stack of pizza cartons, immediately worried by it's weight. I opened it to confirm the fear that had me by the throat. Three rows. Four columns. I slammed the box shut. I knew, more definitely than I've known anything, I must rid myself of these immediately. At that very moment a kid roughly 10 years of age walked by the alley, and I shouted to him, "Hey kid!" The boy froze in his tracks, and slowly turned to look at me. Unable to say anything for what seemed like minutes, he managed to finally let out, "What do you want?" And then I realized I was looking at the face of someone I knew long ago... someone I'd forgotten... someone I'd left behind. This would not be something I'd be able to live with. "Nothing," I said, "run along home." as I dropped the box into the fire.

Are there any dropzones with tailgate aircraft around there? I know where I'd be looking...

a little C joke... $ rm * .o rm: .o: No such file or directory $ ls $

Well, you can, but it would certainly be wise to use delivery confirmation (~$1.50) which provides you with a tracking number, that way your buyer can hit F5 all week on the tracking site until his/her package gets there. Tracking numbers are just as important for the sender. "Oh you say you never got it and want your money back? that's funny, cause you signed for it two days ago."

um... you specify if you've had a birthday or not this year, and your year of birth...

I went to that in August... I'm a lot of things before I'm a Biology buff, but it was really cool. The circulatory system was my favorite part; the duck and the rabbit they threw in there were pretty sweet too. The giant exploded bicyclist and the running dude were a couple other really cool ones. I'd recommend it.

hey, I recognize that blizzard. the very same one that made it take 10 hours to get back to Elsinore from the Skydive Mesquite boogie, doh! it was worth it though... they have a pretty cool dropzone going on there. Now with 100% more vitamin 208B!

you wake up in the morning... and you have to piss like a racehorse... unfortunately... someone's already been awake for a while...

Well I was going to vote, but this poll isn't about how cool I am, so what's the fucking point?

what the fuck is a bus?

I remeber being about 4, my family went to Disney World. We were walking around all day, and right around dinner time we were in Epcott and I stopped in the middle of the walkway and sat down and just stared at my knees. When asked what was wrong I said, "My legs don't work anymore." We had a raspberry bush near our house growing up (which was taller than I was) and I remember getting a big bowl, and putting on about 6 layers of clothes and attacking the bush and coming back with several pounds of raspberries. I'd, of course, still have scratches all over the place. when I was seven and we moved to a new house, our basement was all wide open in the middle with boxes stacked up in one corner. my sisters and I would rollerskate down there really fast, and use the steel posts to swing ourselves around. I missed the post going really fast once and went careening into a huge pile of boxes.

[X] - CO2 or Halon fire extinguishers [X] - office chairs [X] - long tile hallway [ ] - Boss is out at lunch it's all just a waiting game.