Once there was a sweet little girl named Lobster and her hard-working, supportive, and loving father blew his shiny, stretchy, and fishy mollusk wad all over her face!
Might I suggess immersing yourself in a big pot of boiling water? Either that or go sit in a subzero freezer for a few hours if you're squeamish about the whole boiling water thing.
Once upon a time, on a dark and stormy night, there was a Super Owl that came to save the poor starving orphans from the roving band of Chuck Norris Ninjas, inside the marshmallow gumdrop castle with the beautiful golden haired princess who was sleeping forever on a bed of rose petals and moss, and then the Prince came to awaken her but just then a zoooooommmmbbbiiieee bit him on the neck, and then the lightning hit the castle and all was doomed untill the little boy took his finger out of the dam and the water washed away the fires and then the happy little goldfish came swimming out to find his daddy fishy and they found a big whale and got swallowed up and then they found the hidden city of Atlantis and there was go-kart races and cotton candy for free that grew on trees and then they ate it and they shrank and got swallowed up by a wizard and traveled allllll the way through him a fought off the evil bad-cell monsters and saved the day and then they all drank milkshakes and danced at the party and played guitar and lived happily ever after!!!!
Could we please stop resurrecting this chick everyday? If her stepfather did that Shakespeare to her. I'm sorry. If he didn't (and I don't believe he did) then she's just laughing at her little joke. Either way who gives a Shakespeare?
Could we please stop resurrecting this chick everyday?
We don't bring her back from the suck dead, she does.
Of course, we could all take a vow to never even open one of her threads, and never comment on what she says in other threads, and eventually she may go elsewhere for her negative attention fix.
It's kind of rectangular and has holes in it. Either the parasite in my body was using it like a motel, or I still haven't digested the pencil I swallowed yesterday trying to pop the condom balloon filled with guarana. I wanted to see if I could get wired faster with a direct implant as opposed to slow release. But now it looks like I'll be dealing with the latter. *waddles bow-legged to the bathroom with a copy of Runner's World*
This worked for me Freshman year of college, shouldn't need more than a paragraph or so and you'll be out cold:
A Brief History of Newton's Laws
The Greek philosopher Aristotle dominated scientific thinking for many years. His views on motion were widely accepted because they seemed to support what people observed in nature. For example, Aristotle thought that weight affected falling objects. A heavier object, he argued, would reach the ground faster than a lighter object dropped at the same time from the same height. He also rejected the not ion of inertia, asserting instead that a force must be constantly applied to keep something moving. Both of these concepts were wrong, but it would take many years -- and several daring thinkers -- to overturn them.
The first big blow to Aristotle's ideas came in the 16th century when Nicolaus Copernicus published his sun-centered model of the universe. Aristotle theorized that the sun, the moon and the planets all revolved around Earth on a set of celestial spheres. Copernicus proposed that the planets of the solar system revolved around the sun, not the Earth. Although not a topic of mechanics per se, the heliocentric cosmology described by Copernicus revealed the vulnerability of Aristotle's science.