I disagree with Woody, but the rest of the list is accurate. There is something to be said for work-a-day actors who have the desire and ability to out perform expectations.
In many ways, the predictions of change were correct. I was brought up with women having careers for three generations, so the familial suffragette was a fait accompli before I was born. Therefore, I do not mourn, just mark the passing.
Considering the back-channel comments I have gotten for other comments, I am going to be very careful with this one.
I was riding on a motorcycle that was hit by an automobile that ran a red light in Irvine, California in 1989. I saw it coming from the left and jumped off of the pegs. The bike bounced off the bumper and hit me on the inside of my right thigh. I was thrown 30 feet. The bike was thrown 20 feet.
After waking up with my head resting on the curb, I took off my helmet and gave my story to the responding officer (Jane Golden). 20 minutes later, I walked into a friends car and went home.
Having lived though something like this, I can say that it is easily amazing as it looks.
Some on the list are bad because they are just too diluted. Then there are the ones made from cheap or over processed ingredients. Those are made that way on purpose and are forgivable if unfortunate. What amazes me are the beers that are made to be a taste treat but are in fact horrid. No question that Cave Creek Chili Beer is the worst of that lot.
I even bought a second bottle at another place because I could not believe the first one had not gone bad.
That equation says: If we are capturing X percentage of the tanks we see, a good estimate of the total tanks is the highest serial number times (100+X) percent. More of a triumph for logic rather than statistics.
I find it fascinating that he almost skipped over the unifying concept of skills that can be taught.
I was riding on a motorcycle that was hit by an automobile that ran a red light in Irvine, California in 1989. I saw it coming from the left and jumped off of the pegs. The bike bounced off the bumper and hit me on the inside of my right thigh. I was thrown 30 feet. The bike was thrown 20 feet.
After waking up with my head resting on the curb, I took off my helmet and gave my story to the responding officer (Jane Golden). 20 minutes later, I walked into a friends car and went home.
Having lived though something like this, I can say that it is easily amazing as it looks.
Off the top of my head: Mustard, Rhubarb, Salt, Liver, and the ever dangerous Dihydrogen Monoxide.
I even bought a second bottle at another place because I could not believe the first one had not gone bad.