Cancer

It's the same genie Bazza had encountered (though at a time when the genie was merely hard of hearing rather than stone deaf), which is why if you visit him, you will be entertained by the live music, performed by Bazza's 13-inch pianist.

On drawing terrain (top-down view) for rpgs and wargames:
 
"It doesn't have to be perfect; it just has to be gameable."

I would give some respect to Ford. He was not, of course, elected, and I don't know that he had a chance in 1976. The preemptive pardon to Nixon was, I think, an attempt to get past that episode with a minimum of recrimination.
 
I feel that nowadays those in power look to maximize recrimination, drag out sordid spectacles, and play spectacle for their bases, to obscure just how little they actually do.

Where have all the flowers gone?
Long time passing
Where have all the flowers gone?
Long time ago
Where have all the flowers gone?
Girls have picked them every one
When will they ever learn?
When will they ever learn? Where have all the young girls gone?
Long time passing
Where have all the young girls gone?
Long time ago
Where have all the young girls gone?
Taken husbands every one
When will they ever learn?
When will they ever learn? Where have all the young men gone?
Long time passing
Where have all the young men gone?
Long time ago
Where have all the young men gone?
Gone for soldiers every one
When will they ever learn?
When will they ever learn? Where have all the soldiers gone?
Long time passing
Where have all the soldiers gone?
Long time ago
Where have all the soldiers gone?
Gone to graveyards every one
When will they ever learn?
When will they ever learn? Where have all the graveyards gone?
Long time passing
Where have all the graveyards gone?
Long time ago
Where have all the graveyards gone?
Covered with flowers every one
When will we ever learn?
When will we ever learn?

I have had the (web) response exhange that went something like:
 
"2-7? I don't get it."
 
"You're from Arkansas, aren't you?"

Life sometimes is the better joke.

You'd be well suited to a career in academia.

There is nothing quite so painful or toxic as the memory of success.

All your favourite administrators are back in Human Resources 2: This Time it's Personnel

I have posted this link before, and I know you're dealing with a somewhat different population of students, but here.
 
I personally contributed only a couple of those.

I would give some respect to Ford. He was not, of course, elected, and I don't know that he had a chance in 1976. The preemptive pardon to Nixon was, I think, an attempt to get past that episode with a minimum of recrimination.
 
I feel that nowadays those in power look to maximize recrimination, drag out sordid spectacles, and play spectacle for their bases, to obscure just how little they actually do.

Girl builds a better way to detect Lead to help folks in Flint and elsewhere

ADDENDUM:
 
WE SEE IT IN VISIBLE LIGHT ALSO
 
(triumphal dancing)

Precisely. We on the academic side at NCAA Division I schools come to despise athletics for these and other reasons. Fake classes; fake degree programs; fake learning disabilities to set up situations where a proctor from Athletics can give the student-athlete the answers to the exam they are proctoring, and so on. Oh, and a case for which I have first-hand knowledge, coaches of teams in non-revenue sports (in this case, swimming) apply pressure to student-athletes to get out of real programs (in this case, a physics major) and change majors into fake programs so the student can spend more time working under the coach's thumb working on their athletics. And that was in a brand-new (and therefore bottom-tier) Division I school, so there was no chance of the student being able to turn their sport into a real job.
 
Also, you absolutely cannot get honest accounting of the costs of an athletic program. It would take platoons of Nazis with machine pistols, and an army of Russian hackers, all making simultaneous raids and holding everyone at gunpoint, opening all the files before they can be destroyed or deleted, to do that. And it's the boosters and Athletics who have the armed goons on campuses these days.
 
And we won't get into the general corruption a really successful program brings. Bobby Knight in the late 1980s had approximately unlimited power in Bloomington, Indiana, even outside the university. He got a high school coach fired there because that coach wasn't giving Knight's son enough playing time. That case made the papers, because the son wasn't very good, and the fired coach went public; other influences were obviously present but didn't make the papers.

I don't remember if it was a Telecaster or a Stratocaster, but I do remember that it had a heart of chrome and a voice like a horny angel! I don't remember if it was a Telecaster or a Stratocaster, but I do remember that it wasn't at all easy. It required the perfect combination of the correct power chords, and the precise angle from which to strike.

And, if you want to buy a time-traveling clone, talk to Pariah. Strictly speaking that tech is illegal here on Earth, but he knows a guy who knows a guy, if you see what I mean.

Nanook of the North By Northwest
 
The 12 O'Clock High Monkeys

Nanook of the North By Northwest
 
The 12 O'Clock High Monkeys

Kind of wish Markdoc still frequented these forums, as this is right up his alley.
 
Successful treatment for sleeping sickness with a pill, though it has not yet had a proper clinical trial. That's a huge gain if it is as good as billed.
 
That link is to a Nature article; I don't know if it's behind the subscriber wall or not.

Even after half a billion years, they'll still call you a bottom-feeder. Reputation is forever.

Reading about the way "deaths of despair" seem to target Trump's base, I can only conclude that they really are hurting. Not just wounded pride or quiet racism.
 
https://www.google.com/url?sa=t&source=web&rct=j&url=http://aese.psu.edu/directory/smm67/Election16.pdf&ved=0ahUKEwiP6bGV-fjWAhVC32MKHVEfCmAQFggmMAA&usg=AOvVaw1LDMeHAGCEg6u4_cHdHrBh

ADDENDUM:
 
WE SEE IT IN VISIBLE LIGHT ALSO
 
(triumphal dancing)