I played WoW, I became a terrorist (story!)

w00t!

Just announced that we are losing 2 engineers where I work. One of them is Camaro dude. Damn it seems like we're losing everyone.

but they do have this:

Happy Anniversary you two
(sorry, youtube doesn't have a clip of the Flintstones doing the anniversary song)

Happy Anniversary Matt and Keri!

I meant it didn't really matter what we classified Pluto as because definitions will change. I mean ultimately everything comes to a end , but even in the "short" term (300 - 600 years) we could develope a new paradigm of classification that could not include planets. I mean to some people I guess it matters that Pluto is not a planet but I don't think it really matters.

You can immensly shave off model building time by employing a fine set of small scissors. They cut thru the plastics tabs faster then rocking the piece back and forth to break it off. And unlike a knife you don't have to saw it to cut thru the plastic. Scissors work especially well on the more dellicate pieces ie: Thin wing sections and small pieces. Also you can scan ahead in the instructions and arrange the multiple plastic sheets in a order to optimize your hunting for parts. Kind of like a strange manufacturing line or more closely related to a "manufacturing cell". Man I've been working for that wellhead company for too long.

If eschatology and astronomy were to be as inextricably linked in people's minds as Albert suggests, we would all be nihilists. Just because everyone's going to eventually die doesn't mean life is a worthless commodity. If anything, we should take more interest in seeking the truth in an impermanent universe than an everlasting one.

Also... there may never be a "big crunch". There might only be a "big chill". It could go either way. But personally I hope everything smashes back in on itself at which point everything could begin again with a fresh slate (I hope that would be the case). It's the universe's cycle of suffering. Like cosmic samsara. But endless cycles of suffering with the small hope of someday escaping it is better than forever fading into the distant cold of the infinite black.




On an unrelated note: is it getting stupidly tired in here or is that just me? I can't even see straight or type properly any more.

enough about Pluto, i want to hear about how Al shaved time off his Gundam building
and .....GO!

I fervently disagree.

Though obviously related subjects, I believe there should be a modicum of division between eschatology and astronomy.