>> ^kronosposeidon:
I wish we had more people like these. we could create a whole new paradigm for human interaction. I would radically change our senseless consumerism into pursuit of higher standing. Maybe we could start giving back all the shit that we don't need to whoever wants it, free of charge
We have powerful enemies, and they have powerful enemies. If we could create a battle for the powerbrokers to go at it neck and neck, it won't make any difference who wins. We will fill in the gaps with our resources and skills, once the battle is over. We'll fix things the way they've always needing fixing, with no one to stand in our way.
I know it sounds crazy, but the Founding Fathers of this land all drank prodigiously while debating and writing out the Constitution, so it's happened before.
There's some crazy shit brewing in the country right now. Almost nothing would surprise me with the various outcomes being played out in the streets, the courts, the corporate boardrooms, reclusive militias, and a government dead set on keeping it all together. Interesting time to be an American


I only go to work unshaven and high on mushrooms. On lunch I skateboard with several other like-minded corporate sillies and generally act like I own the place.

"Do you work here or are we gonna have to deport you to Santa Ana?"
"Sir, I have a badge and it says STFU."

It's a grand time to be a technocratic hooligan. I'm in love and out of control and everyone who thought I was some hopeless crazy summbitch are wide-eyed silly poops-on-sticks. Oh man, oh man, oh man, OH LORD IT WORKS!!! You know? You don't gotta fit the status quo to fit in and go down and around -- fear when I settle down and raise a family, because FUCK YOU's our slogan, but it's a slogan of love. Since when has "FUCK YOU" been a slogan of love? I know, it's really weird. Honk if you love Cthulhu.

Dee dee dah dee dah

Best story ever! It's what everyone wished they did in school!

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It might have been the 5th grade and we had a real shitty Math teacher at the time. It's not that she really sucked at Math (she did), it's that she was just this terrible terrible human being (more on that in a sec); she was also our class supervisor, which meant she headed all extra-curricular activities, museum trips, etc.

One of her most screwed-up and unprofessional favorite things to do in class was to wait for a hapless kid to make a mistake while solving a problem on the chalkboard. She anticipated these moments like a fucking alligator in the Amazon jungle. Every kid dreaded having to go up to the front. Whenever an unfortunate youngling made a mistake, be it just an "+" instead of a "-" in an equation, she'd stand up, and say to the class "Johnny made a mistake, class. Let's all point a finger at him, laugh and say Mistake, mistake!" - I fucking kid you not. And everybody had to do it. It's like she could only get off on little kids being humiliated.

Now, I wasn't a prodigy, but I was pretty damn smart. Especially at Math. In fact, I was already better at it than she was. I was also pretty much a poster child - almost never caused any trouble, didn't cuss, etc. As a result, there was little reason for her to have me up there after the first couple of times of going to the chalkboard and solving problems in a minute without any mistakes. Naturally, this made some of the other kids jealous of me, but that's not the point.

So one day she has me do it anyway. I get up there, start copying the equation from the textbook, and bam! I write down the wrong number. I realize my mistake after some 10 seconds and rush to the sponge to erase the incorrect integer and as soon as I start doing that, the bitch notices. Fuck.
She stands up. Takes two steps towards me. She says her infamous line to the class, some of whom are eager that the poster boy will be the recipient. They start: Mis...
Me (shouting, completely spontaneous): FUCK YOU ALL, MOTHERFUCKERS!

Nobody said a word. Hell, I was as shocked as anyone. I finished solving the problem and went back to my seat. I was never sent to the principal's office.

She never did that shit again.

It might have been the 5th grade and we had a real shitty Math teacher at the time. It's not that she really sucked at Math (she did), it's that she was just this terrible terrible human being (more on that in a sec); she was also our class supervisor, which meant she headed all extra-curricular activities, museum trips, etc.

One of her most screwed-up and unprofessional favorite things to do in class was to wait for a hapless kid to make a mistake while solving a problem on the chalkboard. She anticipated these moments like a fucking alligator in the Amazon jungle. Every kid dreaded having to go up to the front. Whenever an unfortunate youngling made a mistake, be it just an "+" instead of a "-" in an equation, she'd stand up, and say to the class "Johnny made a mistake, class. Let's all point a finger at him, laugh and say Mistake, mistake!" - I fucking kid you not. And everybody had to do it. It's like she could only get off on little kids being humiliated.

Now, I wasn't a prodigy, but I was pretty damn smart. Especially at Math. In fact, I was already better at it than she was. I was also pretty much a poster child - almost never caused any trouble, didn't cuss, etc. As a result, there was little reason for her to have me up there after the first couple of times of going to the chalkboard and solving problems in a minute without any mistakes. Naturally, this made some of the other kids jealous of me, but that's not the point.

So one day she has me do it anyway. I get up there, start copying the equation from the textbook, and bam! I write down the wrong number. I realize my mistake after some 10 seconds and rush to the sponge to erase the incorrect integer and as soon as I start doing that, the bitch notices. Fuck.
She stands up. Takes two steps towards me. She says her infamous line to the class, some of whom are eager that the poster boy will be the recipient. They start: Mis...
Me (shouting, completely spontaneous): FUCK YOU ALL, MOTHERFUCKERS!

Nobody said a word. Hell, I was as shocked as anyone. I finished solving the problem and went back to my seat. I was never sent to the principal's office.

She never did that shit again.

I wish we had more people like these. we could create a whole new paradigm for human interaction. I would radically change our senseless consumerism into pursuit of higher standing. Maybe we could start giving back all the shit that we don't need to whoever wants it, free of charge

We have powerful enemies, and they have powerful enemies. If we could create a battle for the powerbrokers to go at it neck and neck, it won't make any difference who wins. We will fill in the gaps with our resources and skills, once the battle is over. We'll fix things the way they've always needing fixing, with no one to stand in our way.

I know it sounds crazy, but the Founding Fathers of this land all drank prodigiously while debating and writing out the Constitution, so it's happened before.

There's some crazy shit brewing in the country right now. Almost nothing would surprise me with the various outcomes being played out in the streets, the courts, the corporate boardrooms, reclusive militias, and a government dead set on keeping it all together. Interesting time to be an American

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Carl Sagan's prodigy?

(Ranting Geezer Alert)

I'm 50 and my father gave me his guitar when I was 11 and I taught myself how to play it, through MUCH trial and error. I saved up for Rolling Stones sheet music, which I later figured out had to have been interpreted by some jazz musician, with Honky Tonk Woman in the key of A-flat and other bizarre treatments. Even when I spent 2 minutes getting my fingers in the right position for these chords (like Eb7aug, jeez) it sounded nothing like the record. I almost gave up because I thought it was me that was wrong.

But I persevered and finally figured out the sheet music was wrong and I considered rewriting it and sending it to the publisher with my corrections. After a few years they came out with an updated versions of the Stones songbook, with the songs transcribed by an actual rock guitarist but I didn't care at that point.

I've been playing guitar and piano ever since. It's nice to be able to do something that doesn't rely on electricity, batteries or the Internet.

So when I see this news bit about some "prodigy" who "never expected to ever break a world record for something that was, like, kind of important" I just gotta, like, you know, roll my eyes. And stuff.

(End Ranting Geezer Alert)

agreed. made for people who like to experience a game not just play it

been into the prodigy and rusko myself lately

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have u read this? http://www.members.shaw.ca/halflifestory/index.htm

Having looked at it, I'm pretty sure I read this very site about 2 - 3 years back when it looked more like a standard web page. I remember having read at the same time that Mark Laidlaw had reviewed it and he stated that they nailed most of the details, but not quite 100%.

It's one of my favorite elements of the half-life games - that the narrative happens mostly around you, not spoon fed to you. You experience it as if it's actually you caught up in the events, never cutting away to something you wouldn't be able to perceive. They cheat a little bit with the introduction of Alyx as she tends to point things out and go, 'Hey, that's happening because of this!', but not overly so.

It's like with some of the electronic music I listen to, there's more layers you can attempt to unravel each time you play/listen to it.

Thank you for the link. : )

Interesting read.

I had a similar experience to Gwiz' about 15 years ago, I went to visit a girl and her friend whom I'd only talked to on the internet (Prodigy at the time) just to hang out and play music. The short of it is that being friends with someone on the internet is vastly different than being friends in real life. There was tons of awkwardness and weird expectations on both sides, and when I got home we had a short e-mail flame war and that was that. For a long time I questioned my behavior on that trip, but even if I could eliminate all the awkward moments from my time with them, we still wouldn't have remained friends.

One thing I've learned about women is that they reserve the right to hit the "Eject" button on any relationship (including friendships) at any time. There are usually warning signs but they're hard or impossible for guys to see. Being logical, being considerate--and even being honest--is less important than feeling safe and secure and comfortable with you, and that's how it's supposed to be.

BS.

And I can't believe you fell for this shit. You too, mr.stellar. Do you honestly want this to be the truth SO BAD, you won't give the claims even a cursory lookup? Me, not an American, not a constitutional prodigy either, but even for me it only took a couple of glances to determine this is 100% pure bullshit. The very first Google search verified this:

“Page 59: The federal government will have direct, real-time access to all individual bank accounts for electronic funds transfer.”

TRUTH: Page 59 continues the discussion of administrative standards, and authorizes electronic transfers of money within the government. In no way does this provision grant the government access to individual bank accounts. Here's what it actually says:

‘‘The standards under this section shall be developed, adopted and enforced so as to… (C) enable electronic funds transfers, in order to allow automated reconciliation with the related health care payment and remittance advice;"


“Page 195: Officers and employees of Government Healthcare Bureaucracy will have access to ALL American financial and personal records.”

TRUTH: This is a gross overstatement. For the purposes of determining affordability credits for Americans who need financial assistance in purchasing health insurance, employees of the Health Choices Administration will have access to tax information that the federal government already keeps. As is clearly stated on page 196, “Return information… may be used by officers and employees of the Health Choices Administration or such State-based health insurance exchange, as the case may be, only for the purposes of, and to the extent necessary in, establishing and verifying the appropriate amount of any affordability credit described in subtitle C of title II of the America’s Affordable Health Choices Act of 2009 and providing for the repayment of any such credit which was in excess of such appropriate amount.”

More point-by-point rebuttal of this BS: http://pleasecutthecrap.typepad.com/main/2009/07/deconstructing-the-right-wing-lies-health-bill.html#more

Hell, don't just take some nameless hack's word for it, ffs, look it up yourself: http://www.opencongress.org/bill/111-h3200/text

So yeah, blatant *lies.

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*british

That's awesome. The VHS dub gives it a great old video feel. Almost seems like early 90 Prodigy even though it's brand new.

*promote for the new Prodigy track playing in the background!

I remembered something close. Maybe this is the baby a year later
http://www.videosift.com/video/Baby-Pool-Prodigy

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