I Think There Is Retrocausality Is There Think I

April 9, 2007

Physicist needs $20,000 for time-travel experiment

What Cramer hopes to be able to do is split a photon, sending two “entangled” photons down two very different pathways of varying lengths using fiber-optic cables. Photons can exist in either particle or wave forms. The outcome can be manipulated by placement of detectors.

Because the photons are entangled, however one is detected (i.e., whether as a particle or a wave) also will determine the form taken by the other. But by running one photon through a 10-kilometer spool of optic cable, the second photon will be delayed 50 microseconds.

In short, moving the location of the detector for the delayed photon to change it from wave to particle would also change the first photon — according to standard quantum theory. For this to happen, some kind of signal has to go backward in time.

Emphasis added by me.

If this turned out to be true, it would be absolutely mind-blasting. The implications would … I’m just wordless.

Where are all those Silicon Valley geekoids with their bags of cash? Forget buying that new toy. Plunk it down on something that matters. Fund this guy!

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When Science And Reality Wave Bye-Bye To One Another…

April 9, 2007

The Subprime Meltdown and the Ownership Society

If, say, those fees came to 10 percent on a $200,000 house, or $20,000, then the transaction costs would have added $5,000 per year to the housing cost for a typical moderate-income home buyer. Since the median annual rent in Washington is only around $9,000, the transaction costs associated with buying and selling a home are significant. A family that lived in a home for only four years almost certainly would have been better off renting.

You pointy-headed eejit.

Did you stop to consider what the fuck that low rent would get a person?

Did you stop to consider the kind of people you’d have to be around at that low rent?

Buying a house isn’t always about money, you goddammed dope.

It’s about being around better surroundings and better people.

Related prior coverage in this blog:
All That Free Money And I Never Knew The Party Was Going Down Or Even Got An Invite. As Usual!
First Cracks, Then Crumble, Then Crash
The Answer Is Yes
When An Economy Crashes, Baby, There Are No Airbags!
And Then Google’s Stock Finally Thank You Jesus Crashes And Takes The Entire Global Economy Down The Toilet, Thank You Science!
The Road to Great Depression 2.0

Fucking Goddammed Motherfucking Meth!

April 9, 2007

72-Hour Party People
Meth: It’s not just for the white-trash crowd.

It comes wrapped in red foil and purple tissue, this intricate figurine molded in the form of a Japanese demon, with clawed feet, a mane of fire and a thick tongue jutting from a bloodthirsty smirk. Transparent, the size of a child’s fist, it looks like a tiny ice carving or a statuette of glass. It is neither. In fact, it is 25 grams (a little less than one ounce) of nearly 100 percent pure crystallized methamphetamine hydrochloride, known on the streets of Asia as “Shabu.” It was almost certainly manufactured in a clandestine laboratory in China, then shipped to the Philippines and on to Hawaii, and finally to Denver. Here it was purchased on the black market for $5,500 — nearly five times the street value of an equivalent amount of cocaine and ten times that of low-grade, powdered crystal meth.


Shabu is radically addictive. Yet Nick seems unfazed by his own estimate that in less than half a year, he has personally introduced the drug to more than a dozen people who now smoke it with him all weekend long at least once a month, if not twice. He and his party posse burn through a 25-gram chunk of Shabu every three or four weekends, which means they’ve each cultivated about a $300-per-month habit.


Shabu, she says, is “like sticking your brain in a huge pencil sharpener and grinding it and grinding it and grinding it until everything you see and think is just super, super sharp.”

This is an example of her “sharpness”:

“Oh, my God, you know the fucking war, right? The liberation, the occupation, whatever? And the Palestinians, right? And the Israelis and the Muslims and Hindus and all the hate and the fucking guns and the bombs and the, uh, the, uh, you know, all the children with their legs blown off by land mines in Afghanistan, right? You see what I’m saying? I mean, you all know, you’ve all seen like a million times that one picture of that little boy from Afghanistan, right? And he’s in his little purple robe, with his little white sheepherder’s hat, and his little Christmas Carol, um, what do you call it? His Tiny Tim crutches, you know, right? And he’s got these, like, you know, like these little sad, brown, puppy dog, fucking abused-animal, dog-pound, take-me-home-please eyes, right? I mean, God…okay, right now, let’s get online, and let’s find out who he is and where he lives and, and, and, let’s find out what we need to do to buy him a new leg, right now! Who’s got a laptop?”

Goddammed deluded bitch cretin.

And then these spoiled motherfuckers, when their lives inevitably crash and burn, will be begging me for money on the street. Die you motherfuckers! Do an overdose and just fucking die. Die now!

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Previously in this blog:
This Is Your Face On Meth
I Learn A New Word
Die You Meth Bastards! Die! Die! Die!
Meth. Die You Bastards!
You Meth Lab Bastards Must Die!
Ho Ho Owwwww…

Thank You. I’d Like To Kill Myself Now, Please.

April 9, 2007

Marching Powder

Another source of funds for the cash-strapped prison is corporate sponsorship. Coca-Cola provides cash, tables, chairs and umbrellas in return for the exclusive right to advertise and sell its product line.


One inmate’s pet, known in the book as ‘Crack Cat’, is also addicted to smoking cocaine base.

Oh. My. God.

Go see this slideshow. Now!

This is like a totally Free Market Prison of the sort that would give Libertarians, Republicans, and other money freaks spontaneous ejaculations just imagining.

It’s also like a Bizarro World prison.

It’s totally outside the realm of all sanity.

It’s not even noon, and just reading this has sapped my strength for living…

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“What If You Support Fags? What Does That Make You?”

April 9, 2007

Christ Almighty!

I’ll tell you what it makes me at the very least: Not you!

And I thank the God you denigrate for it!

It’s these bugfucked assholes again.

Louis Theroux reveals Phelps Child Abuse — embedded video clip

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Prior relevant coverage in this blog:
And Then There Were None
The Microsoft Code?
R.I.P. John Inman
Reference: Celeb Gays
That Funny, That Nasty, That Charming Man
The Homo Fag Queer We All Owe

What Lengths Cat Owners Will Go To

April 9, 2007

NYC couple hail cab for 2,400-mile ride

NEW YORK – Betty and Bob Matas have retired and are moving to Arizona, but like many New Yorkers they don’t drive, and they don’t want their cats to travel all that way in an airliner cargo hold.

Their solution: “Hey, cabbie.”

Now where are all those cat-owning, cat-loving physicists? We need transporters, dammit!

Fuck You And Your Fucking Stickers, You Fucking Fuckheads

April 9, 2007

A Call for Manners in the World of Nasty Blogs

Mr. O’Reilly and Mr. Wales talk about creating several sets of guidelines for conduct and seals of approval represented by logos. For example, anonymous writing might be acceptable in one set; in another, it would be discouraged. Under a third set of guidelines, bloggers would pledge to get a second source for any gossip or breaking news they write about.

Bloggers could then pick a set of principles and post the corresponding badge on their page, to indicate to readers what kind of behavior and dialogue they will engage in and tolerate. The whole system would be voluntary, relying on the community to police itself.