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[glatt]

I'll fess up. I liked Heinlein. Like Urbane, I was a teenage boy and had posters of Porsches with bikini clad women draped over them on my walls, and I read Heinlein.

I remember one scene from Friday, where the main character, a woman, needed to catch a space elevator up to the station orbiting the planet so she could take a rocket to the next destination. The elevator was cramped with only one seat, and the ride up lasted many hours. When she got there, the seat was taken by a man. So she acted all frail, like a weak woman, and the man got up and gave her his seat. So to repay him, she made sure to frequently bend over and dig around in her bag at her feet so the man, who was standing over her, could catch frequent glimpses down her partially-open blouse. She was thoughtful that way.

[Griff]

I enjoyed The Moon is a Harsh Mistress. Other work seemed childish and maybe a bit fascist.

[Luce]

Originally Posted by Griff

I enjoyed The Moon is a Harsh Mistress. Other work seemed childish and maybe a bit fascist.

Well, yes. "There are no problems that can't be solved by a white man with a gun."

[Urbane Guerrilla]

Originally Posted by Luce

Well, yes. "There are no problems that can't be solved by a white man with a gun."

And just what call was there to inject a complexion?? Shame on ya. How do you escape leaving the impression you've only known Heinlein's works second- or third-hand, from invidious persons lacking RAH's personal virtues, and apparently resentful of them into the bargain? He knew they existed, and had some choice words for them, too. (A couple of examples stole... a donkey's gravestone.)

Really, "competent adult with etc." would have been much more accurate. Certainly less sloppy of conception.

[Luce]

Originally Posted by Urbane Guerrilla

And just what call was there to inject a complexion?? Shame on ya.

I am going by what he wrote, not some idealized version of what he wrote.

[Carruthers]

Bacon saved as pig triggers blaze after eating pedometer

A pig has sparked a fire after excreting a pedometer it had eaten.

Firefighters were deployed to the blaze covering some 75 square metres at four pens in Bramham near Leeds on Saturday afternoon.

It is thought to have been caused when the pedometer, used to prove the pigs were free range, was eaten by one of the animals.

Once "nature had taken its course", the copper from the device's batteries reacted with the contents of the pigpens causing the dry hay bedding to burst into flames, according to North Yorkshire Fire & Rescue Service.

The brigade quipped: "A hosereel was used to extinguish the fire and save the bacon."

The unusual incident led to a number of humorous hog-related responses on Twitter, with one user saying: "The cause must have come as a sowprise. Your job certainly isn't boaring."

Another wrote: "@NorthYorksFire knows how to bring the bacon home, well done lads!"

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A fire marshal, who had to find the source of that fire, clearly had a dirty job.

[Urbane Guerrilla]

Originally Posted by Luce

I am going by what he wrote, not some idealized version of what he wrote.

No.

Bear in mind I've read every book he wrote except his first, We The Living. I don't see too many signs in your philosophy of life that you have, Luce. Now would be a fine time to display some.

[Luce]

Originally Posted by glatt

I'll fess up. I liked Heinlein. Like Urbane, I was a teenage boy and had posters of Porsches with bikini clad women draped over them on my walls, and I read Heinlein.

I remember one scene from Friday, where the main character, a woman, needed to catch a space elevator up to the station orbiting the planet so she could take a rocket to the next destination. The elevator was cramped with only one seat, and the ride up lasted many hours. When she got there, the seat was taken by a man. So she acted all frail, like a weak woman, and the man got up and gave her his seat. So to repay him, she made sure to frequently bend over and dig around in her bag at her feet so the man, who was standing over her, could catch frequent glimpses down her partially-open blouse. She was thoughtful that way.

Heinlein reads like it was written by a kid that had never actually met a girl.