Nice video link. I watched the first part only. He really needs to clean up the workspace, since it is unclear what all of those wires lead to.

A nice diagram or animation that explains what's happening would also be nice, but that's not everyone's forte'.

As far as I can tell, he's saying that the approaching magnets induce an opposing field in the coil. Is this generating a current that feeds back to the motor, letting the wheel with the magnets spin faster? Most perpetual-motion ideas use the concept of feeding back energy to keep the system running, while siphoning off any excess to make us rich. Not having viewed the rest of the videos, I cannot say if he is ultimately convincing.

To reiterate: A cleaner workspace with more obvious purposes for all of those dangling wires would go a long way towards relieving suspicion.

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They laughed at me in Vienna! They said I was mad! Mad! Bwahahahahah!

Fools! I'll destroy them all!

That dragonfly must have a killer migraine, with all those extra random lenses over its eyes.

For some reason, this looks like a giant palm-leaf Dalek.

We . . . will . . . ster-i-lize!

Hmmm . . . "Locked up" comes to mind quite a lot when I read this, but I don't mean it for the props!

I get all my entertainment reading Neatorama!

There's also Ranma Saotome of the Ranma 1/2 manga. He suffers extreme fear of cats, due to childhood trauma. A short description can be found at Wikipedia, of course.

The quality of the coffee he makes is the true measure of a service animal.

My wife and I were at the Albuquerque Zoo, and saw two roadrunners having sex in a cage. The interesting thing was that the male had a mouse in its beak. When they were done, he dropped the mouse, which was taken by the female. I had never seen anything like that before, and we were both amused by the sight.

I once worked in a laboratory building where we used small amounts of radioactive phosphorus compounds (for tracing DNA in genetic engineering experiments). The regulations and restrictions placed on this very routine work are quite strict. We had to log how much material came into the lab and how much went out in the hot waste. In addition, we needed to calculate the amount that was lost to decay, since the tracer has a half-life of only 14 days or so.

One day, I was looking up at an EXIT sign over a door, and noticed a "Caution: Radioactive" sticker on it. I got on a chair and read the label, and found that the glowing EXIT sign was powered by tritium (a radioactive isotope of hydrogen). The exit sign contained 14 Curies of radioactivity (This is one of the many units used to describe levels of radio-activity).

Our lab might transact about 3 microcuries in a week (a microcurie is, naturally, one one-millionth of a Curie). While it was a small lab, I'd imagine that the entire research building may take in as much as 4 millicuries a month (four-thousandths of a Curie), so one EXIT sign has about three thousand months of radioactivity in it.

Of course, it was a 3-story building with stairwell exits on each end (six EXIT signs), plus another 2-story research wing (four EXIT signs) and an office area (four more), making a total of 14 signs at 14 Curies each. That amounts to about a quarter kiloton or so (Just joking!).

In the event of a fire, the least of the worries would be the release of the miniscule amount of research-related radioactivity in the building. I wonder if the EXIT signs were to be discarded in the regular trash when they were to be replaced?

In fairness, I must say that the radioactive phosphorus that we used is "sticky" compared with other chemical tracers. It tends to adhere to other things and also react with other chemicals, making it more likely to get caught in your body. Also, since it is in the form of a DNA component, it can be metabolized and incorporated into your body to a small degree. Tritium, on the other hand, is much more inert. It would most likely burn up in a fire, becoming incorporated into water molecules and dispersing into the environment. This would dilute its effects to insignificance. Still, the difference in handling rules for EXIT signs vs radioactive tracers is amazing.

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Don't get me started about the janitor who set off alarms because she was given a Technicium tracer at the local hospital; or the radio-iodine laden cat poop that was caught at the landfill.

OK, this is a scary idea, but it's been done.

Hmmm . . . when I saw "Papierkrieg", I thought it would refer to "battlefax": The exchange of hostile fax messages.

Now that we're in the new century, I wonder if there's an equivalent word for an email exchange . ..

Oh! A "flamewar".

From watching "Seinfeld", we all became familiar with "Schadefreude", the illicit pleasure of seeing someone else's discomfiture. This was immortalized in Schiller's poem "Ode an de Schadenfreude", which was put to music by Beethoven.

Schadenfreude, Gotterfunken, Tochter aus Elysium.
Wir betreiten, feuertrunken, himmlische den Heiligtum!

etc. . .

Howcome I am the only one laughing?

Sid Morrison, I thought I was the last person who regularly uses the term "Red Chinese"!

I so hope this is not a scam or a technology that bogs down between development and deployment. As for tax money; I would greatly favor a DARPA-like prize challenge, funded by tax money, to do a head-to-head comparison of these alternative energy products, with a substantial purse.

I remember watching footage of the first Gulf War, and thinking: "Each of those cruise missiles they are firing off costs about as much as my house." (OK, I'm not certain about that, maybe a nuclear-tipped one costs that much.) I have little to no faith in new, practical developments coming from government agencies or national labs, although the basic science might be discovered there.

A fat cash prize, maybe $10 M over five years and additional loan guarantees, could mean that a promising company can develop a viable product. It would still mean some lean times, if the technology is expensive to develop; and there should be some kind of restrictions on management salaries and lavish new buildings. Still, this is less than the cost of about a day and a half of the "War against Terror".

I recall an earlier post about a man in Eastern Europe (?) with a similar condition. He was being treated by a missionary (?), who was gradually abrading off the growths. I don't know if this person, or his caregivers, are aware of the link to HPV.

The linked article shows a photo of the man wearing a shirt. My first thought was: "How did he get those hands into the sleeves?"

I tend to agree with those who say that dogs can distinguish between a fake crisis and a real one. I don't really like the idea that dogs have some kind of 'sixth sense' for a situation, but they do have highly sensitive regular senses, and are adept at interpreting them.

A person having a real heart attack will sweat profusely, and will probably excrete stress-related chemicals in this sweat, indicating to any olfactory-sensitive animal that they are in distress. The same is true for someone who is injured by a fallen object, or who is frightened by some other dangerous situation.

Once, when watching TV, an ad came on for a scary movie. The ad itself was very frightening, and I know that I was sweating unusually because of it. As a result, our dog, who is generally indifferent to the TV unless it is showing a herd of sheep, bristled and barked at the TV set. I had to change my attitude and reassure her that the 'danger' had passed.

So, a better experiment may have to induce stress-related pheromones in some way, to clue the dog that there's something going on.

Um . . . is that R2D2 on the gun?