So, what's the topic for today?
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How Neural Networks can predict future price changes on a global scale.. If It Could Only Process: Natural Language Processing
q_import wrote:
How Neural Networks can predict future price changes on a global scale
"They'll go up and down. In the long term they'll go up." Can I have my Nobel Prize now please?
Panic, Chaos, Destruction. My work here is done. Drink. Get drunk. Fall over - P O'H OK, I will win to day or my name isn't Ethel Crudacre! - DD Ethel Crudacre I cannot live by bread alone. Bacon and ketchup are needed as well. - Trollslayer Have a bit more patience with newbies. Of course some of them act dumb - they're often *students*, for heaven's sake - Terry Pratchett
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Yesterday, every other thread seemed to be about the Wiki blackout, or SOPA. What's the topic today; how did the blackout yesterday affect you?
Forgive your enemies - it messes with their heads
"Mind bleach! Send me mind bleach!" - Nagy Vilmos
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Yesterday, every other thread seemed to be about the Wiki blackout, or SOPA. What's the topic today; how did the blackout yesterday affect you?
Forgive your enemies - it messes with their heads
"Mind bleach! Send me mind bleach!" - Nagy Vilmos
My blog | My articles | MoXAML PowerToys | Mole 2010 - debugging made easier - my favourite utility
Pete O'Hanlon wrote:
What's the topic today
Why is Bob's right eye bigger than his left eye?
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Yesterday, every other thread seemed to be about the Wiki blackout, or SOPA. What's the topic today; how did the blackout yesterday affect you?
Forgive your enemies - it messes with their heads
"Mind bleach! Send me mind bleach!" - Nagy Vilmos
My blog | My articles | MoXAML PowerToys | Mole 2010 - debugging made easier - my favourite utility
I want to talk about my testicles. Or the right one anyway. Around 3 years ago I got an incredibly sore testicle, and giving it a reassuring fondle noticed it was a little swollen too. So off I went to see the doctor. He had a little feel and said he thought it was just an infection, but there was a condition where they get twisted and if not quickly diagnosed and treated the testicle in question can die. Because of this he was sending me off to the hospital because "I don't want you to punch me the next time you see me because it has dropped off". So off I went with a little letter he had written for me. Around 4 hours later whilst I was still sitting in a little room waiting to be seen I remembered that I have BUPA cover through work, although I didn't know how to use it. A short time later I was allocated a bed in A&E and a procession of doctors came along for a feel and to ask questions. A female Eastern European junior doctor attempted to take some blood but wasn't particularly good at it and blood spurted all over my clothes. Then I was sent for an ultrasound, performed by a middle aged, and very severe, Asian lady. She handed me a single sheet of paper towel and said "to cover your... penis". She had a way of saying penis that suggested she was not keen on seeing them lying around. She then proceeded to pound the ultrasound thing into my aching testicle, which was not a pleasant experience at all, before I was sent back to A&E. Not too long later I was admitted onto a ward to await a decision, which came in the form that evening of a diagnosis of epididymitis[^], I was given a prescription for antibiotics and sent home. However as the hospital only had 7 of the pills in stock and I needed 20, I was also given a letter to take to my doctor asking him to prescribe the additional 15. Yes, 7 + 15 was supposed to equal 20. Gives you loads of confidence that patients will be given the correct dosage. So to curtail this portion of the story, I went home with my drugs and the problem soon cleared up. Jump forward to Tuesday of this week. I again noticed a growing soreness in my right testicle, and on Wednesday morning I took it off to the doctors again. Before I set off I carefully considered my underwear choice, knowing full well that whatever I wore could spend a good portion of the day on display or around my ankles. I went for a p
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I want to talk about my testicles. Or the right one anyway. Around 3 years ago I got an incredibly sore testicle, and giving it a reassuring fondle noticed it was a little swollen too. So off I went to see the doctor. He had a little feel and said he thought it was just an infection, but there was a condition where they get twisted and if not quickly diagnosed and treated the testicle in question can die. Because of this he was sending me off to the hospital because "I don't want you to punch me the next time you see me because it has dropped off". So off I went with a little letter he had written for me. Around 4 hours later whilst I was still sitting in a little room waiting to be seen I remembered that I have BUPA cover through work, although I didn't know how to use it. A short time later I was allocated a bed in A&E and a procession of doctors came along for a feel and to ask questions. A female Eastern European junior doctor attempted to take some blood but wasn't particularly good at it and blood spurted all over my clothes. Then I was sent for an ultrasound, performed by a middle aged, and very severe, Asian lady. She handed me a single sheet of paper towel and said "to cover your... penis". She had a way of saying penis that suggested she was not keen on seeing them lying around. She then proceeded to pound the ultrasound thing into my aching testicle, which was not a pleasant experience at all, before I was sent back to A&E. Not too long later I was admitted onto a ward to await a decision, which came in the form that evening of a diagnosis of epididymitis[^], I was given a prescription for antibiotics and sent home. However as the hospital only had 7 of the pills in stock and I needed 20, I was also given a letter to take to my doctor asking him to prescribe the additional 15. Yes, 7 + 15 was supposed to equal 20. Gives you loads of confidence that patients will be given the correct dosage. So to curtail this portion of the story, I went home with my drugs and the problem soon cleared up. Jump forward to Tuesday of this week. I again noticed a growing soreness in my right testicle, and on Wednesday morning I took it off to the doctors again. Before I set off I carefully considered my underwear choice, knowing full well that whatever I wore could spend a good portion of the day on display or around my ankles. I went for a p
ChrisElston wrote:
Is this a suitable theme for today Pete?
As long as other people can jump onto the bandwagon and post questions and anecdotes about how this issue affects them, and how others can do similar things. Hopefully, though, this will clear up again and yes, feel free to updated as the day goes on. We are fascinated with this tale.
Forgive your enemies - it messes with their heads
"Mind bleach! Send me mind bleach!" - Nagy Vilmos
My blog | My articles | MoXAML PowerToys | Mole 2010 - debugging made easier - my favourite utility
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ChrisElston wrote:
Is this a suitable theme for today Pete?
As long as other people can jump onto the bandwagon and post questions and anecdotes about how this issue affects them, and how others can do similar things. Hopefully, though, this will clear up again and yes, feel free to updated as the day goes on. We are fascinated with this tale.
Forgive your enemies - it messes with their heads
"Mind bleach! Send me mind bleach!" - Nagy Vilmos
My blog | My articles | MoXAML PowerToys | Mole 2010 - debugging made easier - my favourite utility
Pete O'Hanlon wrote:
As long as other people can jump onto the bandwagon and post questions and anecdotes about how this issue affects them, and how others can do similar things.
I have never had a problem with Chris's nadgers, but I do sympathise.
Panic, Chaos, Destruction. My work here is done. Drink. Get drunk. Fall over - P O'H OK, I will win to day or my name isn't Ethel Crudacre! - DD Ethel Crudacre I cannot live by bread alone. Bacon and ketchup are needed as well. - Trollslayer Have a bit more patience with newbies. Of course some of them act dumb - they're often *students*, for heaven's sake - Terry Pratchett
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I want to talk about my testicles. Or the right one anyway. Around 3 years ago I got an incredibly sore testicle, and giving it a reassuring fondle noticed it was a little swollen too. So off I went to see the doctor. He had a little feel and said he thought it was just an infection, but there was a condition where they get twisted and if not quickly diagnosed and treated the testicle in question can die. Because of this he was sending me off to the hospital because "I don't want you to punch me the next time you see me because it has dropped off". So off I went with a little letter he had written for me. Around 4 hours later whilst I was still sitting in a little room waiting to be seen I remembered that I have BUPA cover through work, although I didn't know how to use it. A short time later I was allocated a bed in A&E and a procession of doctors came along for a feel and to ask questions. A female Eastern European junior doctor attempted to take some blood but wasn't particularly good at it and blood spurted all over my clothes. Then I was sent for an ultrasound, performed by a middle aged, and very severe, Asian lady. She handed me a single sheet of paper towel and said "to cover your... penis". She had a way of saying penis that suggested she was not keen on seeing them lying around. She then proceeded to pound the ultrasound thing into my aching testicle, which was not a pleasant experience at all, before I was sent back to A&E. Not too long later I was admitted onto a ward to await a decision, which came in the form that evening of a diagnosis of epididymitis[^], I was given a prescription for antibiotics and sent home. However as the hospital only had 7 of the pills in stock and I needed 20, I was also given a letter to take to my doctor asking him to prescribe the additional 15. Yes, 7 + 15 was supposed to equal 20. Gives you loads of confidence that patients will be given the correct dosage. So to curtail this portion of the story, I went home with my drugs and the problem soon cleared up. Jump forward to Tuesday of this week. I again noticed a growing soreness in my right testicle, and on Wednesday morning I took it off to the doctors again. Before I set off I carefully considered my underwear choice, knowing full well that whatever I wore could spend a good portion of the day on display or around my ankles. I went for a p
As I read your tale of woe my knees slowly, but unstoppably, came together to protect my own sacred orbs. I hope your nadgers are back to full health soon.
Panic, Chaos, Destruction. My work here is done. Drink. Get drunk. Fall over - P O'H OK, I will win to day or my name isn't Ethel Crudacre! - DD Ethel Crudacre I cannot live by bread alone. Bacon and ketchup are needed as well. - Trollslayer Have a bit more patience with newbies. Of course some of them act dumb - they're often *students*, for heaven's sake - Terry Pratchett
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He should be more disturbed that his HTML is so small.
Forgive your enemies - it messes with their heads
"Mind bleach! Send me mind bleach!" - Nagy Vilmos
My blog | My articles | MoXAML PowerToys | Mole 2010 - debugging made easier - my favourite utility
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I want to talk about my testicles. Or the right one anyway. Around 3 years ago I got an incredibly sore testicle, and giving it a reassuring fondle noticed it was a little swollen too. So off I went to see the doctor. He had a little feel and said he thought it was just an infection, but there was a condition where they get twisted and if not quickly diagnosed and treated the testicle in question can die. Because of this he was sending me off to the hospital because "I don't want you to punch me the next time you see me because it has dropped off". So off I went with a little letter he had written for me. Around 4 hours later whilst I was still sitting in a little room waiting to be seen I remembered that I have BUPA cover through work, although I didn't know how to use it. A short time later I was allocated a bed in A&E and a procession of doctors came along for a feel and to ask questions. A female Eastern European junior doctor attempted to take some blood but wasn't particularly good at it and blood spurted all over my clothes. Then I was sent for an ultrasound, performed by a middle aged, and very severe, Asian lady. She handed me a single sheet of paper towel and said "to cover your... penis". She had a way of saying penis that suggested she was not keen on seeing them lying around. She then proceeded to pound the ultrasound thing into my aching testicle, which was not a pleasant experience at all, before I was sent back to A&E. Not too long later I was admitted onto a ward to await a decision, which came in the form that evening of a diagnosis of epididymitis[^], I was given a prescription for antibiotics and sent home. However as the hospital only had 7 of the pills in stock and I needed 20, I was also given a letter to take to my doctor asking him to prescribe the additional 15. Yes, 7 + 15 was supposed to equal 20. Gives you loads of confidence that patients will be given the correct dosage. So to curtail this portion of the story, I went home with my drugs and the problem soon cleared up. Jump forward to Tuesday of this week. I again noticed a growing soreness in my right testicle, and on Wednesday morning I took it off to the doctors again. Before I set off I carefully considered my underwear choice, knowing full well that whatever I wore could spend a good portion of the day on display or around my ankles. I went for a p
ChrisElston wrote:
blood spurted all over my clothes.
this is where I hurled.
ChrisElston wrote:
Is this a suitable theme for today Pete?
I thought it was. Thanks for sharing...great read. :thumbsup:
Just along for the ride. "the meat from that butcher is just the dogs danglies, absolutely amazing cuts of beef." - DaveAuld (2011)
"No, that is just the earthly manifestation of the Great God Retardon." - Nagy Vilmos (2011) "It is the celestial scrotum of good luck!" - Nagy Vilmos (2011) -
Yesterday, every other thread seemed to be about the Wiki blackout, or SOPA. What's the topic today; how did the blackout yesterday affect you?
Forgive your enemies - it messes with their heads
"Mind bleach! Send me mind bleach!" - Nagy Vilmos
My blog | My articles | MoXAML PowerToys | Mole 2010 - debugging made easier - my favourite utility
Reminds me of the time everybody in the world lost consciousness for 2 minutes and 17 seconds and saw the future.