There’s a lot more to it than the amygdala.
And there’s a lot more to the human mind than we can even now imagine.
[Update a couple minutes later]
Speaking of which, is our sense of smell driven by vibrational modes? If they can figure this one out, smellovision can’t be far behind.
Well, it’s easy to see why this guy would want to be sure women are disarmed:
Jerome is an expert on what kind of guns can be used to protect someone, since he is the kind of guy that people buy guns to protect against.
But according to him, you don’t need an AK-47 or M16 to stop him from raping you. It’s just overkill. When Jerome bursts into your bedroom, you don’t need that much firepower, says the guy bursting into your bedroom.
Senator Feinstein needs to bring Jerome down to D.C. as an expert witness so he can testify on just how much firepower a woman needs to defend herself from him. And maybe Piers Morgan can have him on too.
This is just insane.
“There used to be only a few in the Limpopo River. Now there are a lot.”
To the disappointment of thousands who signed the petition, the Obama administration recently informed us that it has, and will have no plans to build a Star-Wars-style death star. Now, there may indeed be good reasons to forgo this addition to the nation’s defense, but the first one listed, that it would cost 850 quadrillion dollars, was based on an extremely flawed estimate. Which isn’t surprising, because among the people doing the estimating, only one has any experience in aerospace engineering (and probably none in costing of such projects). Continue reading How Much Would A Death Star Really Cost?
Bummer. That scientist says he’s not seeking a mother to bear one.
Apparently all the dehairification down there is making crabs an endangered species. Is the EPA and PETA going to get on the case? I mean, if they can declare a mud puddle on a farmer’s road a wetland and prevent him from filling it, why can’t they force all those college students to grow their hair back and create habitat?
Not a very effective one, though:
To break the sound barrier, you’ll need to drop the steak from about 50 kilometers. But this isn’t enough to cook it.
We need to go higher.
If dropped from 70 kilometers, the steak will go fast enough to be briefly blasted by 350°F air. Unfortunately, this blast of thin, wispy air barely lasts a minute—and anyone with some basic kitchen experience can tell you that a steak placed in the oven at 350 for 60 seconds isn’t going to be cooked.
From 100 kilometers—the formally defined edge of space—the picture’s not much better. The steak spends a minute and a half over Mach 2, and the outer surface will likely be singed, but the heat is too quickly replaced by the icy stratospheric blast for it to actually be cooked.
I think I’ll stick to my IR grill. Though it might be fun to apply for a NASA grant as a suborbital research payload.
A pr0n flick shown in background during a television news discussion.
Charlie Sheen says that Tony Villar is lying. I mean, they’re both so intrinsically credible.
It only has one day left, and it’s still short a few thousand signatures.