Me neither, but here's the explanation from above:

Chickens raised wearing artificial tails, and consequently with more posteriorly located centre of mass, showed a more vertical orientation of the femur during standing and increased femoral displacement during locomotion. Our results support the hypothesis that gradual changes in the location of the centre of mass resulted in more crouched hindlimb postures and a shift from hip-driven to knee-driven limb movements through theropod evolution.

How did he manage to stay in that crouch position with his giant balls?

More philosophical wank citing junk analogies (lol, blowing up peoples houses with them still inside = drunken manslaughter in a bar fight?) to justify a position directly contradicted by people who should know...

http://electronicintifada.net/content/israels-auschwitz-borders-revisited/7847

"The late Tommy Lapid, justice minister in Ariel Sharon’s government, caused an uproar in 2004 when he said that images of an elderly Palestinian woman in Gaza “crouching on all fours, searching for her medicines in the ruins of her house” demolished by the Israeli army reminded him of his own grandmother who perished at Auschwitz. Lapid compared the Israeli army’s writing of numbers on the arms and foreheads of Palestinian prisoners to the Nazi practice of tattooing concentration camp inmates. “As a refugee from the Holocaust I find such an act insufferable,” he said in 2002."

"Lapid, who was chairman of Yad Vashem, Israel’s official Holocaust memorial, also likened the routine harassment of Palestinians by Israeli settlers in the West Bank city of Hebron to the anti-Semitism of pre-World War II Europe. “It was not crematoria or pogroms that made our life in the diaspora bitter before they began to kill us,” he said in 2007, “but persecution, harassment, stone-throwing, damage to livelihood, intimidation, spitting and scorn.” Lapid did not live long enough to see Hebron settlers attempt to burn down a house with a large Palestinian family trapped inside, an act witnessed on 4 December by Avi Issacharoff, reporter for the Israeli daily Haaretz, who called it “a pogrom in the worst sense of the word.”

or perhaps:

http://youtu.be/qMGuYjt6CP8

"Sir Gerald, who was brought up as an orthodox Jew and Zionist, said: "My grandmother was ill in bed when the Nazis came to her home town a German soldier shot her dead in her bed.

"My grandmother did not die to provide cover for Israeli soldiers murdering Palestinian grandmothers in Gaza. The present Israeli government ruthlessly and cynically exploits the continuing guilt from gentiles over the slaughter of Jews in the Holocaust as justification for their murder of Palestinians."

He said the claim that many of the Palestinian victims were militants "was the reply of the Nazi" and added: "I suppose the Jews fighting for their lives in the Warsaw ghetto could have been dismissed as militants."

I'll take the word of people who lived through the Holocaust and the formation of Israel over you... = P

Reluctantly crouched at the starting line,
Engines pumping and thumping in time.
The green light flashes, the flags go up.
Churning and burning, they yearn for the cup.
They deftly maneuver and muscle for rank,
Fuel burning fast on an empty tank.
Reckless and wild, they pour through the turns.
Their prowess is potent and secretly stearn.
As they speed through the finish, the flags go down.
The fans get up and they get out of town.
The arena is empty except for one man,
Still driving and striving as fast as he can.
The sun has gone down and the moon has come up,
And long ago somebody left with the cup.
But he's driving and striving and hugging the turns.
And thinking of someone for whom he still burns.

He's going the distance.
He's going for speed.
She's all alone (All alone!)
All alone in her time of need.
Because he's racing and pacing and plotting the course,
He's fighting and biting and riding on his horse,
He's going the distance.

No trophy, no flowers, no flashbulbs, no wine,
He's haunted by something he cannot define.
Bowel-shaking earthquakes of doubt and remorse,
Assail him, impale him with monster-truck force.
In his mind, he's still driving, still making the grade.
She's hoping in time that her memories will fade.
Cause he's racing and pacing and plotting the course,
He's fighting and biting and riding on his horse.
The sun has gone down and the moon has come up,
And long ago somebody left with the cup.
But he's striving and driving and hugging the turns.
And thinking of someone for whom he still burns.

Cause he's going the distance.
He's going for speed.
She's all alone (All alone!)
All alone in her time of need.
Because he's racing and pacing and plotting the course,
He's fighting and biting and riding on his horse.
He's racing and pacing and plotting the course,
He's fighting and biting and riding on his horse.
He's going the distance.
He's going for speed.
He's going the distance.

"Stunt" bikers or "bombers" are the worst bunch on two wheels. They are generally jus scared babies going to extreme douchiness when in a group. I'll take 1% any day instead of crouch rocket hooligans.

The Lightning Crouch in more detail: http://www.connectmidmissouri.com/uploadedImages/krcg/Weather/Stories/mansquat.jpg

Notice you never see behind him. I think it's purely a costume wrapped around a man who's bent over forwards and crouching. Grab onto the leg prop and you can lean out to the right and it appears from one angle at least that you have two separate bodies.

He could have been cleverer with the patter. Just play it normally and see he can get people to react without freaking out. When he starts "arghggh-ing" all the time he's priming them to scream and run off.

Actually the OMNI can detect crouching and jumping, you just look a bit different doing it than the character looks inside the game.

This + Oculus Rift = TAKE MY MONEY NOW!!

This is great, It only has 1 limitation really... No crouching or jumping.

LOL trust me, I don't think it's old age that makes you less perceptive. The first time my GF saw The Matrix and hated it because she didn't know that they were inside a computer most of the movie and thought they were flying like in Crouching Tiger and she hates that stuff. But when I explained why they had those powers from 'hacking' the matrix which is a computer program they can enter into she liked the story alot more.

The kid that called Cliff out on how he uses science to make a philosophical argument.nailed it. Cliff dances between philosophy and science at whim. someone nails him down on science, he just shifts and says oh hey, this isn't science, this is a philosophical debate. It's a dodge.

Cliff still doesn't seem to get the difference between trust and faith, even when asking about faith, he used the word trust repeatedly, implying that he seems to believe they're the same thing. which isn't true.

Gotta love how he crouches down and "lowers himself" whenever he answers a question. Because Cliff is so above it all right? Gotta love how he talks in such a condescending tone as if we're all idiots and he's the only one that gets it. Which leads right back into Matt's argument, Yes, you believe, but that's no justification for why anyone else should.

Cliff made all the standard strawman mistakes. Atheists claim God doesn't exist....bzzt. Atheists believe that religious people haven't met the burden of proof. big diff.

Cliff's obsession with literary style is bizarre. I could write a scientific book in iambic pentameter and it has no bearing on the (non)validity of the scientific content. Lots of science fiction franchises write fictional books as if they are scientific manuals. The method of communication is irrelevant to the truth of the content.

Next step? You wanna hide behind something? You actually crouch behind a virtual object...no more "automated hide by pressing 'X' ". You will be far more interactive. Imagine using this with Kinect, or Playstation Move....equipped with a sword in one hand and a shield in the other. Imagine actually dodging attacks with body movements. It's the ultimate marriage of the physical and virtual world...

@radx

Our heat wave isn't as bad as yours....

http://www.nytimes.com/2013/01/09/science/earth/2012-was-hottest-year-ever-in-us.html?nl=todaysheadlines&emc=edit_th_20130109&_r=0

Not Even Close: 2012 Was Hottest Ever in U.S.
By JUSTIN GILLIS

Last year's 55.3 degree average topped the previous record, set in 1998, by a full degree Fahrenheit.

Graphic Graphic: Record-Setting Heat Across the U.S. in 2012

• NYTimes.com Home Page »
QUOTATION OF THE DAY
"The heat was remarkable. It was prolonged. That we beat the record by one degree is quite a big deal."
JAKE CROUCH, a scientist with the National Climatic Data Center, which reported that 2012 was the hottest year ever recorded in the contiguous United States.

That's where you're wrong, Eric Winston. I only watch football for the injuries (aka, I don't watch it, I watch webclips), just like I only watch hockey matches for the fights; just like I only watch car races for the crashes. It's, arguably, human nature to be in awe of a horrific spectacle, and it's the same with being swept up in what the crowd is feeling.

But, let's call a spade a spade here. Football was born as a sport where people were injured or died as a result of playing the game. It was only after Roosevelt intervened that the sport changed into what one of my students lost his short term memory to.

Ever crouch down and ram your head at something with the full force of your body?
Why are injuries like this surprising?
Why does he act like he's not participating/supporting a sport that systematically abuses players for a profit?
Why the outrage over cheering an injury but the support of the system that throws people into situations that make injuries like this likely?

Crouching Tiger, Hidden Turkey