Dear Mr. Flash Logo Animator Spammer Guy,
If I want to clutter my web site with annoying Flash animation, I’m certain I could do it myself.
If I were to hire someone to do this work for me, you can be damn sure you would not get my business. The fact you advertise your business via unsolicited email, either means you are totally clueless or simply a crook.
- 1/2 tsp. instant yeast
- 2 cups flour
- 1 T. sugar
- 1/2 tsp. salt
- 2 cups milk
- 8 T. butter, melted and cooled
- 1/2 tsp. vanilla
- Oil or Pam for waffle iron
- 2 eggs
Before going to bed, combine the dry ingredients and stir in the milk, then the butter and vanilla. The mixture will be loose. Cover with plastic wrap and set aside overnight at room temperature.
Brush the waffle iron lightly with oil and preheat it. Separate the eggs and stir the yolks into the batter. Beat the whites until they hold soft peaks. Stir them gently into the batter.
Spread a ladleful or so of batter onto the waffle iron and bake until the waffle is done, usually 3 to 5 minutes. Serve immediately or keep warm for a few minutes in a low oven.
(via APS – What’s New by Bob Park – April 16, 2004)
HAFNIUM-178: JUST WHEN YOU THINK LIFE CAN’T GET ANY SILLIER.
The cover of Popular Mechanics for May proclaims the dawn of the age of atomic airplanes powered by miniature nuclear reactors. These are not old-fashioned fission reactors. These are the new “quantum nucleonic reactors,” a.k.a. hafnium-178 isomer reactors. The problem with fission reactors was that they required too much shielding. The problem with the hafnium-178 reactor is that it doesn’t exist. Carl Collins at U. of Texas, Dallas, claimed to be able to trigger decay of the hafnium-178 nuclear isomer with x-rays. That would be a miracle, but several other groups found it just doesn’t happen. That detail was left out of the Popular Mechanics story, which contains nothing beyond the New Scientist story a year ago (WN 15 Aug 03). The hafnium-178 isomer avalanche now seems destined to join hydrinos, zero-point energy, gravity shields, cold fusion and all the other free-energy fantasies that only work for believers. In the paranormal world this is known as “the investigator effect.”
Here’s a well-documented flip flop list from
the Center for American Progress. kos has a summary.
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(via Daily Kos)
On Sept. 11, 2001, national security adviser Condoleezza Rice was scheduled to outline a Bush administration policy that would address “the threats and problems of today and the day after, not the world of yesterday” — but the focus was largely on missile defense, not terrorism from Islamic radicals.
The speech provides telling insight into the administration’s thinking on the very day that the United States suffered the most devastating attack since the 1941 bombing of Pearl Harbor. The address was designed to promote missile defense as the cornerstone of a new national security strategy, and contained no mention of al Qaeda, Osama bin Laden or Islamic extremist groups, according to former U.S. officials who have seen the text […]
The text also implicitly challenged the Clinton administration’s policy, saying it did not do enough about the real threat — long-range missiles.
Or even after 9-11:
I remember Todd Akin on the radio a day or two after 9-11 saying the attacks clearly demonstrated the need
for missile defense.
(via Musings of a Philosophical Scrivener)
Hearing President Bush these days constantly complain about “the politicians” and John Kerry being part of a “Washington mind-set,” and saying things like “I got news for the Washington crowd” is like hearing Courtney Love bitch about junkies. “Washington insider” is by definition a function of one’s proximity to the president. That’s you, Mr. Bush. You’re ground zero. Ever wonder, sir, why everyone stands and they play music when you enter a room? When you’re given check-writing privileges by the Federal Reserve, you just might be a Washington insider.
Lemme try to explain it to you in a different way: You’re not “Mr. Smith goes to Washington” — you’re the Washington part. We need a Mr. Smith to mess with you. You’re not on a mission you reluctantly accepted, like the old farts in “Space Cowboys.” You campaigned for this job, and now you’re doing it again. And having been the Grand Poobah for three years, it’s a little late to be selling yourself as some fish-out-of-water cowboy visiting the big city on assignment.