How much did you pay for this machine? That's roughly 12 nanometers.Originally Posted by Bitter Jeweler
How much did you pay for this machine? That's roughly 12 nanometers.
In the future, the Berlin wall will be a mile high, and made of steel. You too will be made to crawl, to lick children's blood from jackboots. There will be no creativity, only productivity. Instead of love there will be fear and distrust, instead of surrender there will be submission. Contact will be replaced with isolation, and joy with shame. Hope will cease to exist as a concept. The Earth will be covered with steel and concrete. There will be an electronic policeman in every head. Your children will be born in chains, live only to serve, and die in anguish and ignorance.
The universe we observe has precisely the properties we should expect if there is, at bottom, no design, no purpose, no evil, no good, nothing but blind, pitiless indifference.
I'm not single anymore
"In a field where an overlooked bug could cost millions, you want people who will speak their minds, even if they’re sometimes obnoxious about it."
I don't think he means .005 thousandths of an inch, but .005 inches.
3D modelling. Kicking ass, and taking names.
Is it Facebook Official?I'm not single anymore
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Its facebook official now.
"In a field where an overlooked bug could cost millions, you want people who will speak their minds, even if they’re sometimes obnoxious about it."
Congrats. No way to reverse things now without embarrassing yourself in front of hundreds of people you never talk to.
Hope is the denial of reality
God-forsaken anti-vaccination movement
"One day, we shall die. All the other days, we shall live."
Is there a god-approved anti-vaccination movement as well?
Hope is the denial of reality
Ominous, you haven't been single for a few years now. LOL
Yeah, Illusions has it right .005 inches. I hate imperial measures. The metric system rocks!
It took me a bit to understand how to read the dial gauge that was .005" scale. It was just numbers to me.
I have never adjusted anything with that degree of precision. There's no room for TLAR in CNC milling. It was hard for me to accept that LOL.
This shows what was going on, ending higher than where it started, which is a very bad thing.
This is cutting a flat model, one side, then it flips to do the other.
So, you can also cut a ring as two halfs, then mount it onto a mandrel for the rotary.
You have to line the rotary up PERFECTLY. It's not automatic. You add a pyramid to the model for alignment of the Z axis tool tip to the point of the pyramid to set the A (rotary axis) and the X axis.
This is cutting a ring just using the rotary.
Germanic
New
Medicine
"One day, we shall die. All the other days, we shall live."
My wedding ceremony was 6 months ago, but we're still not technically married because the paperwork from Spain hasn't come through yet. I'm so fucking angry about it but there's nothing to do other than wait for this lazy puta to get it done.
How do you expect to run with the wolves at night when you spend all day sparring with the puppies?
- Omar Little
I don't know if other people experience this, but why bother asking me when something is happening in my schedule for the near future, if you're just going to inject your own request into that? Yeah sure I'll do X for you, even though I said I was going to do something at 8:30, as I hadn't planned on doing anything til then, and your request won't disrupt my schedule one bit! Its not like I had other stuff planned in between now and then either!
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Remember kids, just say no!
In the future, the Berlin wall will be a mile high, and made of steel. You too will be made to crawl, to lick children's blood from jackboots. There will be no creativity, only productivity. Instead of love there will be fear and distrust, instead of surrender there will be submission. Contact will be replaced with isolation, and joy with shame. Hope will cease to exist as a concept. The Earth will be covered with steel and concrete. There will be an electronic policeman in every head. Your children will be born in chains, live only to serve, and die in anguish and ignorance.
The universe we observe has precisely the properties we should expect if there is, at bottom, no design, no purpose, no evil, no good, nothing but blind, pitiless indifference.
Steam servers are currently too busy to handle your request
FUCK
OFF
Weren't too busy to take my money now were you.
Fuckbags.
GAH!
http://www.dailymail.co.uk/news/arti...st_read_module
So, never going home alone from school: check
"One day, we shall die. All the other days, we shall live."
I'm gonna be honest, that article made me cry.
How do you expect to run with the wolves at night when you spend all day sparring with the puppies?
- Omar Little
McClintic told the court she went along with whatever he said as she 'badly wanted to meet a good man'.
, <sigh>
"I predict future happiness for Americans if they can prevent the government from wasting the labors of the people under the pretense of taking care of them."
"The tree of liberty must be refreshed from time to time with the blood of patriots and tyrants."
-- Thomas Jefferson: American Founding Father, clairvoyant and seditious traitor.
Got hit with a trojan off some site linked to on reddit (ad popup on quick meme or similar I'm assuming). Computer is acting fine now, but I'm considering nuking the OS from orbit and reinstalling. I also have a separate drive on the computer for data, of which the trojan turned the "hidden" attribute on for, which I then had to turn off. Due to paranoia I'm uncertain of what to do, or what kind of total damage I'm missing, or whether I got everything back to normal...
Nuking the OS drive for certainty.
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My poor cat is having seizures.
Oh dear Norton I'm sorry
I don't really like having to tell some of my pupils that, if they continue on their current path, I only see a "D" as their ultimate grade.
When the stars threw down their spears
And watered heaven with their tears:
Did he smile his work to see?
Did he who made the lamb make thee?
A/C at work "blew up good" overnight. Its 65F outside, and already hot as balls inside.
"In a field where an overlooked bug could cost millions, you want people who will speak their minds, even if they’re sometimes obnoxious about it."
Technically, balls are relatively cool, that's why they hang outside the body.
In the future, the Berlin wall will be a mile high, and made of steel. You too will be made to crawl, to lick children's blood from jackboots. There will be no creativity, only productivity. Instead of love there will be fear and distrust, instead of surrender there will be submission. Contact will be replaced with isolation, and joy with shame. Hope will cease to exist as a concept. The Earth will be covered with steel and concrete. There will be an electronic policeman in every head. Your children will be born in chains, live only to serve, and die in anguish and ignorance.
The universe we observe has precisely the properties we should expect if there is, at bottom, no design, no purpose, no evil, no good, nothing but blind, pitiless indifference.
Attended the annual meeting of the med-students' union for the last time, this weekend. The board has been improving its work steadily over the past few years, and is now aiming for strategic, pro-active long-term campaigns. Last year, I got them to agree to drafting a document clarifying our views on the issue of med-students' mental health. Turns out they've done pretty much everything they're supposed to do except for that. The set-up for--and circumstances of--this year's meeting was such that they were easily able to dodge this without comment. Last year's decision is of course no longer binding. This year's board is a very good board, but not one that's particularly enthusiastic about addressing this issue. They feel they lack the knowledge and the means to do what I want them to do, even though all they really have to do is to (in accordance with our policy) contact a couple of very active and involved experts in Sthlm to get some help with drafting an opinion on publicly available research findings.
I am upset about this, but I'm mostly mad at myself. When I learned that they'd failed to perform this task, I was so upset that I could not clearly make my case before the assembly. The only upside is that I'm so mad about this that I'm launching my own little campaign to make sure that this problem is addressed.
"One day, we shall die. All the other days, we shall live."
Women.
Let out the tiniest chuckle during a rape scene, even if it's totally hilarious, and all of a sudden you're a monstrous pig.
"I predict future happiness for Americans if they can prevent the government from wasting the labors of the people under the pretense of taking care of them."
"The tree of liberty must be refreshed from time to time with the blood of patriots and tyrants."
-- Thomas Jefferson: American Founding Father, clairvoyant and seditious traitor.
Day four, still no A/C, they are "promising" Friday.
While its techinically not as hot as balls yet, topped out at 86 yesterday at my desk, the temp has climbed each day thus far. Admin took the digital thermometer out of the call center so we would stop talking about it.
"In a field where an overlooked bug could cost millions, you want people who will speak their minds, even if they’re sometimes obnoxious about it."
Late nights like this, when insomnia kicks in, and my personal worries are tied to things beyond my control, like the New Economy post-Great Recession.
One son is a young adult, but hasn't flown the nest yet. He fluttered his wings for a while, but got caught between dreams, goals, and reality. He's become an angry and frustrated middle class young male, maneuvering uncharted territory, swallowing his pride by "moving back home with mom".
He uses comedy as a relief from his angst, and had a few "successes" that way, telling sardonic and self-loathing jokes in darkened piano-band bars, to audiences of mostly lonely men drowning their sorrows with pitchers of beer. Married men who feel lonely in their marriages, single men who feel lonely in their aloneness, but smug in feeling anything is better than living with their mother. A few women scattered here and there, but they don't laugh at his jokes like the guys do.
I've heard that comics are known to use pain that way, somehow turning their inner conflicts into an art form, communicating with strangers using humor. That doesn't bode well for the harmony in our household, though. Humor only goes so far when people live together, and life isn't meted out in 30 minute sets or being "On".
I wonder about the musicians, composers, writers, actors, dancers, media personalities, and performers in general...and their intimate relationships. And how my son will fare in that world as he continues on that path.
You should get him to see Louie
"One day, we shall die. All the other days, we shall live."
Thanks, minx. He's seen it (but I haven't).
Earlier today I was at the county seat Tax Assessor and Claims Department, in the old court house. The security guy said, "there's been a line around the desk and into the hallway all day long." Eeep. But he assured everyone going through the metal detector that as long as we were in the building by 4:30pm, we wouldn't be turned away. Thus began an adventure with City Hall, where at least a dozen municipal employees were visible to the loooong line of tax payers....but "only two of them can process payments".
There was a row of five computers available to the public, but they can't be used to pay business/property/school taxes. Ding. People were complaining about having paid their tax assessment on time, but checks were returned for not being the exact amount, over-payments included. New home buyers had paid taxes in arrears on foreclosures or sheriff sales, only to find a new (higher) assessment in the mail. Some folks had applied for the Homestead deduction, but saw their taxes go up. Almost everyone in line had gotten a letter threatening liens on their homes or properties. Many had tried to take care of business on Friday, only to find the offices closed.
The woman next to me in line told me how she'd paid her taxes on-line, and it was deducted from her account almost immediately. But for some reason the holiday timing threw her into the delinquent category (five days minimum to process debit or credit cards).....and was expected to pay a late fee plus interest. She'd driven from her Harrisburg job earlier in the week, but no one could tell her what the FUCK was going on. She got a certified letter on Thursday, the offices were closed on Friday, and there she was.
Plus, there was a fricking BOMB THREAT earlier in the day, everyone was shuttled out for a few hours....business resuming as if nothing had happened.No expectation of people coming back later, huffing and puffing as if they'd run a mile from their parking space to the looong lines of tax payers, trying to get in the door before 4:30pm, or having more processors available to streamline the backlog. "Only two people can process these payments". WTF?
It's amazing what strangers will eventually talk about when stuck in looong bureaucratic lines. Someone said they understood the bomb threat, and maybe there should be another one
Yeah but some balls are hotter than others...
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