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Post by Matthew Of Canberra on Aug 11, 2013 13:21:43 GMT 10
... and now they're talking to astronaut William Anderson, whose name many won't recognise (I didn't, but I'm not a big space junky), about the time that he took a photo ... www.nasa.gov/multimedia/imagegallery/image_feature_102.htmlThey even have an audio recording in the capsule as he was taking it. "Don't take that, it's not scheduled". Ha! Hand me that color film ... Allegedly (as the "official" photographer) he argued for the inclusion of some color film. See, you don't really need color film for photographing the moon. Good thing they packed it. Amusing tidbit ... the photolab printed it upside-down.
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Post by angra on Aug 14, 2013 9:46:48 GMT 10
Sorry to get personal, but I sometimes have nightmares where something extremely bad is about to happen (usually not specified) but I am in a desperate panic and try to scream a warning, but find I am paralysed and can't move or speak. I wake up sweating and scared, but realise it is just a dream. Had one last night and did eventually let out a great cry of 'HELP!' causing my wife to fall out of bed. Not a usual occurrence.
I think these are called 'night terrors.' Anyone got a cure? (Maybe less coffee in the evenings).
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Post by Matthew Of Canberra on Aug 14, 2013 10:58:13 GMT 10
"Anyone got a cure?"
Not really. But I know what you're talking about - I got them right through high school and university and several years into my working life. In my case it was living with impossible circumstances, astonishing stress and undiagnosed depression.
My nightmares involved people coming in through my window and leaning over my bed planning to kill me. I woke the neighbours a few times, but I also grew up with very good reflexes.
A decade of taking SSRI's sorted it right out. Couldn't hurt to talk to someone.
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Post by angra on Aug 14, 2013 11:07:54 GMT 10
MoC - spot on. Last night it was some unknown 'monster' trying to come in the back door and I couldn't hold it shut. The fingers slowly curled around the door and started to prise it open, even though I was pushing against it with all my might. Then I screamed. Amazing what the imagination can do. Were I bounded in a nutshell I could count myself King of most infinite space, were it not for bad dreams. (I think someone else said that first.)
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Post by angra on Aug 16, 2013 21:03:51 GMT 10
Strange things happening on the 'nets tonight. Most Fairfax and News outlets knocked off-line.
Any ideas?
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Post by angra on Aug 17, 2013 15:55:04 GMT 10
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Post by Matthew Of Canberra on Aug 18, 2013 10:31:41 GMT 10
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Post by Matthew Of Canberra on Aug 25, 2013 9:47:14 GMT 10
I've become a collector of power tools.
Yesterday I was helping a friend construct some garden beds, using pretty solid red wood sleepers as boundaries. We had a circular saw, but it was too small to even get 1/2 way through the things, and it was struggling with that. So the cuts wouldn't line up and we'd been fighting with a hacksaw to finish the first one we started after about 40 minutes. So I decided I'd had enough and declared that I was going to bunnings.
I came back with the biggest, most expensive portable circular saw they had. "That was a waste of time", they said. "It still won't cut all the way through", they said. "It's getting dark" ... and ... "waaaaah!"
Then I cut the first sleeper with my new saw. Wow, what a beauty. It left about 6mm of wood left to be cut by hand with the nice new sharp handsaw I'd also bought. We were done with the whole job 15 minutes later.
Add that to the 18v cordless drill I bought to help another friend put up curtains, and the collection of bits, drivers, clamps, goggles, gloves, set squares, spirit levels and earmuffs that I've collected in recent months in order to do things safely and properly and I believe I'm starting to resemble ... a bloke.
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Post by angra on Aug 25, 2013 10:19:16 GMT 10
MoC - good man! But be careful, you may start to resemble Tony Abbott. All you need now is a sonic screwdriver!
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Post by Matthew Of Canberra on Aug 25, 2013 11:40:40 GMT 10
"But be careful, you may start to resemble Tony Abbott"
I can't see it happening. I don't have the time to get that buff, what with having a proper job and all. And wandering around Canberra in speedos would be a bit ... weird. Not to mention cold.
Man love, eh? I suspect that there are web sites which would supply that sort of entertainment without any of the subterfuge and false premises.
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Post by angra on Aug 25, 2013 16:11:28 GMT 10
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Post by angra on Aug 26, 2013 15:36:27 GMT 10
Shakespeare described death as 'the undiscovere'd country, from whose bourn no traveller returns.'
Did you know there is a the miraculous way to resuscitate tabs sent to the 'undiscovere'd country,' a sort of Ctrl-Z for the entire Internet, that means 'no more called-out cusswords, no more wishing the back button had you covered when, aiming to click on a tab, you accidentally hit the little X on the tab's starboard.'
For Macs: Command [plus] shift [plus] t reopens the last tab.
For PCs: Ctrl [plus] Shift [plus] T.
'Try it right now. Close this tab and bring it back. I dare ya.' Melia Robinson's trick [described for Chrome] works in Firefox and Internet Explorer, too, so clumsy mousing won't send the the E*Trade tab you mistakenly closed all cued up to sell those 10,000 shares of stock or your long political post on your uncle's Facebook page on a one-way trip to the undiscovere'd country in those browsers, either."
Awesome!
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