Your grandma sounds like the nicest person living
Nanna is totes adorbs.
Hope all going well and you enjoying your time without your MUM
She kidnapped her and is gloating about it. PURE EVIL
The link to this vid is the best twitter response to
argument of irreducible complexity.
What I think it means is that evolution deniers say that the eye is too complex it reduce into lesser stages. The eye either works or it doesn't. A 50% less complex eye does not work or is not an eye. On the contrary, there are a gamut of less complex and even more complex eyes than ours in the animal kingdom. Each animal evolves an eye that is suited to survive in its environment.
Each animal evolves an eye that is suited to survive in its environment.
Not necessarily. Human/ape eyes have several limitations because our ancestors evolved to see under water rather than in air. Evolution usually just goes with "good enough", and after many generations, a beneficial change in the past may become a detrimental one. There's no end goal.
Correct. Humans are the dominant species on the planet with the eyesight we currently possess. We really don't need eyes as good as eagles or mantis shrimp to survive.
However, since we understand how vision works, we developed the technology to "see" better than any animal in the animal kingdom. If you want to know how an eagle sees, pick up a pair of good binoculars. That's pretty much exactly how their eyes differ from our eyes.
What blows me away is that it's not the shoulder of the arm that he throws the punch with.
Probably previously injured that shoulder, which would predispose it to further injuries in the future.
ya srsly how the hell did that happen
So I was actually at this fight. It was in Mannheim, Germany. And just in case you wanted a o know... the guy with the fucked shoulder won!!!
Not really he got the shit kicked out of him still.
On the positive side, when the Reapers come to end our civilization harvest our DNA, they are in for a hell of a surprise..
It is 2017. For more than a hundred seconds The Human has sat immobile on the Golden Throne taking a dump. He is the master of a trillion cells by the might of his inexhaustible armies. He is a rotting carcass writhing invisibly with biochemical power digested from his last meal. He is the Carrion Lord of the Toilet for whom a hundred billion cells are sacrificed every day, so that he may shitpost on Reddit.
Yet even in his deathless state, the Human's Cells continues their eternal vigilance. Mighty battlefleets navigate the maddening torrent of the Arteries, the only route between distant organs, their way powered by the Heart, the physical manifestation of the Human Lifeforce. Vast armies wage war in his name on uncounted battlefields. Greatest amongst his soldiers are the White Blood Cells, the Macrophages, bio-engineered super-warriors. Their comrades in arms are legion: the Neutrophils and countless Platelet defence forces, the ever vigilant Dendritic Cells and the Lymphocytes of the Adaptive Immune System to name only a few. But for all their multitudes, they are barely enough to hold off the ever-present threat from viruses, bacteria, parasite - and worse.
To be a cell in such times is to be one amongst untold trillions. It is to live in the cruelest and most bloody regime imaginable. These are the tales of those times. Forget the promise of individuality and freedom, for in the grim dark present there is only multicellularity and apoptosis. There is no peace amongst the flesh, only an eternity of carnage and slaughter, and the laughter of thirsting gods.
Our genome is mostly shrapnel from virus wars a billion years ago, patched to fix the bugs as they arose from the fallout. This surprise is what ordinary basic research geneticists have to go through every day.
C - G
A - T
G - C
C - G
T - A
G - C
A - T
T - '; DROP DATABASE HumanGenomeProject;--
edit: Thanks /u/ImAStupidFace
I remember when me and my buddies used to play Tranzit. One game, we were going pretty well, round 7 nice and set up from the box. Someone had the ray gun (back when the ray gun was hype,) and my one buddy (well call him Good Buddy; GB for short) had monkeys. We were able to get power turned on, and since I had point whored a bit with 74u, I decided to by tombstone while we waited for the bus. When the bus finally came back (maybe like round 14 or something) we had an argument about moving to the bus or not. We decided to move to the bus, which wasn't the best decision. Ted had decided he didn't want to leave for a bit, and we weren't in the best camping spot. I decided to run a tight train in a "Z" pattern by the 74u so I could keep grabbing ammo, (and get them points boi!) After a certain point I ran all the way through power, and just next to tombstone, I went down. GB thought about it for a moment, our other buddy told him to stay on the bus, that I was "a goner." The bus began to leave, and GB, the man he is, ran off the bus. In the most determined voice I've ever heard he said "I'm coming to get ya." And he did. Our "friend" left us behind, but me and GB didn't give up. He decided that the better idea would be to grab a 74u, as we could keep grabbing ammo just in case. When our friend reached Town, he began training the zombies after getting jug. Finally, in a voice filled with excitement, he says "max ammo! Throw your monkeys!" GB threw all three, and then the worst thing happened. There was no max ammo, and the only thing I could see on my screen was the revive symbol pointing towards town. I asked if he was able to get the max ammo, and when he told me no, the hope drained from my eyes. However, we had come this far, and refused to give up, so me and GB with a limited ammo supply kept fighting. Our friend was revived after we completed the next round, and after a few good rounds we finally met back up with him, and all went and got jug.
I'll never forget that game, the moment GB risked the game to save me. Fighting for multiple rounds, side by side. We were no longer friends, we were brothers. Brothers never leave each other behind.
EDIT: Wow, I honestly wasn't expecting the attention this would get. I'd love to thank everyone for the positive reactions to this story. And to those who never played BO2 zombies, or tranzit, I'm sorry you missed out on such a memorable experience. The map was bad, but you could still have fun, and it was definitely worth playing. I hope you have a GB though, because a GB will be there for you in every game.
Transit was where you learned who your true friends were
You have no friends. Friendship is an illusion. There are alliances and enemies.
Haven't read this long ass comment yet, but I know I'm in for a treat
Don't let this fool you. They are going to have such epic battles at 3AM. I'm calling it now.
Two young cats are often a lot easier than one. They keep each other company. Granted, that might mean playing Mario Kart on your face at 3 am but you will never be bored! Handsome cats... thank you for keeping them together. You can tell how bonded they are and it would have been cruel to seperate them.
I have a sibling pair. This has been my hell for 5 years now.
I volunteered at one point at a cat shelter where we would often have pair-bonded cats who we 100% would not allow to be adopted individually. This sort of thing is why. :) Cats don't have a pack structure like dogs, but they absolutely have the capacity for deep emotional attachment. Adorable!
I pray every time I check my balance, too.
Another example of the big banks bringing us to our knees.
It doesn't work. Everyone says Jesus saves. He died penniless.
Just a quick note, in Leviticus, it may say man may not lie with man, but it never says woman may not lie with woman. Not religious, but according to the letter of that hateful passage, lesbians are cool.
The anti-lesbian stuff is all in paul i believe... along with not allowing women to teach or hold any authority over a man etc.
Romans, Paul's letter to the Romans, but yes. Along with passages on requiring women wear head coverings in church and not being allowed to speak there. Fighting the bible with the Bible is useless as it just legitimizes it.
This woman is my bidol. <3
If we can approach even 30% the speed of light to send probes, I can see pictures of the system before I die.
Shoot bombs ahead of you to slow down. Easy peezy, hire me nasa.
There was a project in the 1950s that did some early work on a spaceship which dropped nuclear bombs out of the back and rode the blast waves forward, estimated top speed was 10% of c.
Combine that with medical advances in extending lifespan and who knows, you might just manage it!
Are you saying they're not flat.
The main problem here people hiding the fact they have ghostwriters.
People will ultimately listen to what they like just keep the facts open. I don't care if Lorde is secretly a middle aged cool man from Colorado. Just don't fool me.
He's right though, lyricism is half the battle.
Water is wet.