Cruel Wife ordered this for me when I saw it on eBay.
Because the interwebs are just full of information it’s pointless to ask if you can tell me what it is, but the question is really is “Did you recognize it when you saw it?”
And no, I’m not asking if you recognize the Cheshire Cat…
Thanks to veeshir’s post – not that I read his blog, because we’re boycotting each other’s sites in a seriously hurtin’ way – I was told indirectly by this friend who knows this guy who has a barber who knows this guy’s girlfriend whose hairdresser knows this guy who knows this guy who knows this guy’s sister’s poodle’s hairdresser’s boyfriend who stumbled upon doubleplusundead, and so that is how I have this link.
So I followed links and drilled down to to http://www.thetruthaboutguns.com/2012/01/robert-farago/gun-grabbers-to-boycott-starbucks/ and found this useless idiot:
“Starbucks allowing guns to be carried in thousands of their stores significantly increases everyone’s risk of being a victim of gun violence,” says Elliot Fineman, CEO of the NGAC. “Open and conceal and carry are among the reasons there are 12,000 gun homicides each year in the U.S. If we had England’s gun laws we would expect 375 gun homicides each year—97% less than we have. England’s gun laws are based on protecting public safety, ours on maximizing sales for the gun industry.”
Seriously? It’s the open conceal and carry laws that lead to so many homicides? Really? And here I thought it was because of a bunch of lawless punks and felons. Who knew that the vast majority of CCW holders are not the responsible adults we thought they were?
Starbuck’s coffee generally tastes to me as if they took a very old and dry worn-out boot, roasted the hell out of it until it was all burnt and crumbly, crushed it into powder, and then ran hot water through it until it gave up the remains of the ghost. I don’t usually get their coffee unless I’m dying for a caffeine fix. But by God, I’ll drink their crappy coffee even if only to show that I support their support of our rights. Attaboy ‘Bucks.
Before anyone points out that they support Planned Parenthood, I already know it. One thing at a time – give credit where it is due.
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So here’s a question for you: If the judge orders that the government cannot use the information on your computer against you, why would he order that you decrypt the hard drive so everyone can see what is on it?
Am I missing something here?
The defendant, Ramona Fricosu, had unsuccessfully argued that being forced to do so would violate the Fifth Amendment protection against compelled self-incrimination, Wired reports.
“I conclude that the Fifth Amendment is not implicated by requiring production of the unencrypted contents of the Toshiba Satellite M305 laptop computer,” Colorado U.S. District Judge Robert Blackburn ruled Monday.
Blackburn ordered Fricosu to surrender an unencrypted hard drive by Feb. 21. The judge added that the government is precluded “from using Ms. Fricosu’s act of production of the unencrypted hard drive against her in any prosecution,” Wired reports.Is “act of production” the key set of words here? It reads like the government cannot use her production of the information as a confession but they can use whatever they found there as if it were turned up in an investigation. Are we splitting legal hairs?















Mandelbrot pattern in the background?
No, sir. Not the pattern. I see that Mitchell has guessed correctly.
Now, how in th’ world ‘e knew ‘at, we’ll pro’ly never know.
Well, I’d never have recognized it as such, I’m a little ignorant in that fashion. I didn’t catch the perforations, just thought that was an artifact of the image.
And CW got that for you from eBay? Dry or wet?
Yeah Mitchell, how did you recognize it?
That it was never used to hold Schedule 1 substances was my understanding – the last thing I would want is me or someone in the family accidentally taking an unscheduled trip that has nothing to do with going out to see family.
Unscheduled trips suck. Like the trip from the roof to the ground, or the trip to the Emergency Room. Definitely not to see family. At least, not in a good way…
Oh, and here’s a couple of links for your perusal: X-ray lasers!
https://news.slac.stanford.edu/press-release/world’s-most-powerful-x-ray-laser-creates-2-million-degree-matter
http://www.tgdaily.com/general-sciences-features/61031-worlds-first-atomic-x-ray-laser-created
Reply must have gotten caught in the spam filter. Help?
Presto! Restored from spambucket hell.
I think by putting the second link in there you got scraped off with the rest of the chum. Not sure what other criteria you were chosen by.
Will check out the links shortly…
Is it LSD blotter? It’s LSD blotter isn’t it? Why are you getting LSD blotter?
Good eye! Blotter paper, indeed.
Why? Because I like the different things that are put on it – the artsy stuff, not the drug. I’m at least 98% certain no acid went near this paper. Perhaps gloved handling would be wise…
Last thing I need is the menagerie in my mind flowing free.
Ah, the carefree (and largely stupid) days of my youth…
Anyway, some people collect eggs. Others collect butterflies, or bones, or ceramic cows… why not blotter paper?
I love it when the anti-gunners resort to blatant, baldfaced lies.
It means that they themselves have acknowledged that their other “arguments” have failed miserably.
Yeah…is it a big sheet of Acid tabs?
Hey! What is the collective term for a bunch of Acid tabs? I think it should be a “concert” of tabs.
Or maybe a “Woodstock”…?
A huge number of acid tabs at one time was referred to as “Jimi Hendrix”.
The mythos I heard surrounding him was that once he performed with 21 tabs of acid in his sweatband.
You’d be lucky to not have your brain slagged into a puddle of warm goo.
One summer my cousin did acid every day, he was working at a health food store in Woodstock and the owner sold acid.
By the end of the summer he was doing like 15-20 hits a day just to get some buzz.
It wasn’t very fun trying to talk to him that summer.
Any lasting effects?
Don’t think so, he’s a graphic designer and seems to be working.
He was always an asshole.
Typical child of a hippy. Spoiled, inconsiderate, self-centered, rude and destructive of the property of others.
I had a bunch of friends from Woodstock, I wouldn’t bring them to parties of my other friends after the first one. They raided the medicine cabinet in the bathroom, they were rude to everybody and were randomly destructive of the house. I hated going to diners late at night with them, they would always pour ketchup down the radiators in the booth or something stupid like that.
And the worst part was that they were then all judgmental of others. It always made me laugh to see that.
I would probably have brought them to your house party. But then, I’ve rarely boycotted another blog.
No biggie, I would have thrown the party at your mom’s house.
I think your cousins/friends and my cousins should have gone bowling together. My cousins are the types that get too drunk to fish.
HAH! Knew it! The blotter sheet does look cool though. In the era & area of my misspent youth blotter was crap & little yellow microdots ruled.
Syd Barrett of (early) Pink Floyd was fond of massive acid doses. He’d even put it in other people’s food & drink without their knowledge. The other band mates wouldn’t drink the tap water at his home.
I’ve only been slipped something once, and that was a friend putting cross-tops in my beer. I only got a bit, however, because the stuff foamed like hell. It was like the energizer bunny of foam-ic reactions.
No unintentional hallucinogens.
I hate to say this, but what is blotter paper? I understood it to be for use on a desk, to blot the extra ink?
Blotter paper in this context is (supposed to be) extra-clean cotton paper used for chemical analyses – remember the tests in school where you’d put a drop of something on a paper and watch as it slowly traveled up the paper, separating out into many different constituent colors/materials?
It turned out it was also really good for holding fast drying inks as well as micro-gram quantities of LSD. The tracks running across the sheet are perforations so you could tear squares off. You could ask your salesperson/sales-associate for a couple tabs of acid and they’d tear you off a few squares.
So I hear.
Sometimes ignorance is a good thing
And that hoplophobe quoted in the post surely would indicate that, eh? Oh, you meant the blotter! I remember this “Mr Natural” that I heard of going around back around 77-78…