That's the term that Rumpole used to describe his matrimonial arrangement.
That's also mine...
My wife and I never disagree. Its always "Yes Dear!"
The thing we put up with for the chance to sleep with an ex-gymnast... who can put her legs behind her head... and can hold her breath for two minutes... Uh see you guys. I'm got to go check what SWMBO is doing.:-)
Some of the incidents have been happening around primary schools and even around day care centers.
I really don't think I'd trust a two year old to be physically able to handle the recoil off a 9mm never mind have the self restraint not to use it to "play 'Cowboys and Indians'"*
The "age of majority" is eighteen year for a reason.
But that no reason to lock up your kids until they're past it.
*) True story: Our neighborhood in Ville laSalle, Québec had two "weak minded" brothers who'd go rat hunting at a nearby empty field/stretch of river under the bridge. They'd use REAL hand guns,.22 caliber pistols rather than BB guns.
Much to everybody's relief, they just stopped showing up at school one day. Stopped showing up anywhere. Our guess was they played "Duel Under The Sun" and shot each other.
They were bullies, pathological liars and violent. Couldn't have happened to a more deserving couple of kids.
didn't use the latest technology: carrier pigeons.
Seriously, the guys who came up with the 911 system are long gone and nobody has taken over their function. Nobody's minding the store.
While the template for establishing a 911 system is there, there's nobody looking at the adaptability and malleability of the communication infrastructure.
SMS on cell phones is quieter than using voice, its cheaper, and its ubiquitous. No having to run somewhere to find a quiet spot, away from the shooting, to call dispatch. You just hit the dirt and text your ass off.
It would help if the 911 system could grab you GPS location as well as a message. You don't have to reply with where you are, which is very helpful if you can't talk for any reason.
The problem with that kind of operation is it is obvious or it is botched.
Lone gunman doesn't scale well. It has to be coordinated otherwise its lost in the "noise" and the authorities deny it.
Its in their interest to make people fearful but it is not in their interest to make them fear.
Right now they have a bugbear that is not so awful that it interferes with their daily lives.
Their liberties are being whittled away one by one but it does not interfere with their lives, so they don't bitch...
(Okay, if *I* tried to do what the TSA does every single day to every single passenger, I'd be put away. But if I really wanted to do it, I could even apply to the TSA and get PAID to do this "feeling up you, your wife/girlfriend and your little girl" shit. [THAT'S AMERICA BUDDY!!! We used to castigate and chastise perverts, now we give them jobs and government protection...])
Now imagine if someone WAS actively blowing themselves up in American airports or on American soil...
This "destroying the economy" statement shows you know nothing about the entrepreneurial spirit, or its venality.
Look for scanners coming to a train station and bus depot near you. And Chertoff's company, friends and associates are going to just rake in the bucks until some traveler's can be a) proved to have been caused by the scanner and b) wont accept the hush money, c) the judges won't accept the hush money either. (How likely is that?... He said drawing in a lungful of carcinogens along with the smoke from his Winston.)
The United States created the FDA to protect the consumer from unfounded claims. ("Drink Schwartz's Elixir and you'll cure your beri-beri".)
Once the purveyors of "patent medicine" (Note the operative word in there is "patent" not "medicine") were disposed of, the FDA (way back in the middle 19th century,) now had to find a way of justifying its funding and the aim switched from "protecting the public" to "protecting the industry" which kept it around.
A classic case of "Quis custodiet ipsos custodes!"
There was no one watching the watchers. Just like now.
It wouldn't take much to hack into the ethernet cable and intercept the packets between the scanner(machine) and the scanner(human).
For all we know, the scanner(human) doesn't know who he's looking at either, so it would be possible to smuggle drugs, guns and other contraband by substituting one image, (a clean image from a few days ago,) for another, (the guy who's got a kilo of cocaine sown around a ceramic blade, hidden down his pants.)
Think of how many PCs, mainframe terminals and dot matrix printers there are at an airport, choking with dust and dead insects while their performance degrades, that never get seen to even once... before they utterly fail.
Now do you want to trust your life to the maintenance crew at the airport?
The equipment may have been delivered un-jostled and may have even been installed properly, (by people from two or three different unions,) but who knows how long the default settings are going to remain set?
How are you going to discover a faulty scanner before there are hundreds of people scattered to the four corners of the country or even the planet quietly dying of radiation poisoning?
Imagine you get to update your wall with ALL the pictures, your AND the TSA, with your, uh, face in 'em, starting from before the vacation/holiday/honeymoon/business trip even started.
Those Rent-A-Cops will be washing their hands and sniffing their fingers for a long time after they frisk some kids and get a load of the load the kid did in his diapers. It ain't Semtex but its toxic.
Think of it.
That has GOT to be the worst job in America.
Who else but some bad-cholesterol gulping, high-blood pressure, porn collecting pervert or masochist would take it?
You are being paid like crap money to frisk people down while getting universal opprobrium (shit from everybody,) spending your day out at the fuckin' airport, getting to try to get by on "poor people food" (greasy, over-processed, salty cardboard and watery beer,) until you look like a stuffed sausage in a uniform.
Man it must be eating at them, (yuck,) that they are responsible for the safety of people, half of whom the airport will never see again, going off to visit who knows who while they don't earn enough to go anywhere themselves.
Meanwhile rich people don't go through the same security. I guarantee you that people in that bracket don't get groped by some angry troglodyte.
No, they charter jets at smaller airports and snicker and laugh at anybody who doesn't rate.
Keep getting older and hairier on my neck, back and derriere, but not atop the pate. Dear DNA, let's negotiate!
I'll trade the fading vision, you could have that back, plus this 30-year-old-man belly's kinda wack. My hearing is nearing deafness and I wheeze. Yo, please save me from the wrist hurt disease! It's infeasible that these, a full list of ailments, should do anything but accrue. I'll fail ten times out of ten to age in reverse like Mork. Is there anything sadder than a dork for whom the new hotness is not just inaccessible, it's grumbled against? You kids, reduce your decibels! Don't make me come over there and shake my cane. (It's that rapper from the AARP and he's insane!)
This old man, he rhymed once. He put up some valiant fronts. With a wick-wack bitter lack of youthfulness & charm, this old man kept rhyming on.
Joints creaking while I squeak around the stage, hella grandmothers telling me I ought to act my age. Deranged already, I don't got no brain medicine. If we were running out of food on a boat, I'd get jettisoned or eaten. I'm unsweetened. Don't tell me that I got the shortest straw; I'm not a cretin, just a little senile and gassy and slow. But I bet I'm very salty! And I could still row. Let's gobble on that infant. Infants are useless (also very soft, which is good, 'cause I'm toothless). Come on kids, you want to get rescued or what? Don't mumble all amongst yourselves. Speak up! (I lost my earhorn the other day on the bus.) You would think by the way you whippersnappers make a fuss that I said something crazy, profound or obscene. Wait, where'd the ocean go? Where have you taken me?
This old man, he rhymed twice. He found this would not suffice. With a wick-wack bitter lack of youthfulness & vim, this old man was dour and grim.
Now Frontalot's shopping for the top of the hill. Should have bought a burial plot soon as I got ill, but I foolishly thought that I could put it off; now I'm ghoulishly fraught with a [cough cough cough]. Soft in the head, hard in the disposition: how'd I earn this intractable attrition of the vigor that I figured would be mine for life? Is there no upside? Well, the rhymes are rife! Every year I'm alive, add to my vocabulary. Going to do it till I'm staring at the ceiling in the mortuary. Plus I'm probably wise by now and could do all the things old people talk about, like: count pills; argue bills at diners; get a little tiny funky car and be a Shriner; go to the haberdasher so I could look dapper; get stroke and forget I'm too old to be a rapper.
This old man, he rhymed thrice. He spoke a thin gruel of lies. With a wick-wack bitter lack of youthfulness & spunk, this old man's rhymes was bunk.
This old man, he rhymed lots; rhymed till he grew liver spots. With a wick-wack bitter lack of youthfulness & cheer, why he rhymed remains unclear.
To paraphrase: "Any government, no matter how benign it may currently be, is fundamentally criminal."
From Hitler, who went after anyone perceived as "other," to Franco, to Lenin, Stalin, Mao Ze Dong, Pol Pot and Senior General Than Shwe, the list does go on and on, all governments USE an official secrets act to cover up their own sins rather than to protect their own citizenry.
You can be absolutely SURE there won't be repeat offenders.
Unfortunately psychopaths, sociopaths and gummints feel justified in the heinous acts they perpetrate and there are always more of those being born every minute.
Okay gummints not so much because they're harder to get rid of than a SOC7 error at 11:00 at night.
Next summer, the wife and I are taking the Adirondack Express, a misnomer if I ever heard one, to Montréal, Québec, staying there a while to catch the Jazz Festival, flying to Calgary, taking the Trans Canada train through the Rockies, stopping at Lake Louise, more Rockies, down to Vancouver, flying back to Montréal, spending a few more days there before heading back on the Adirondack Express, aka The Garbage Run, back home to New York City.
Ah the joy of being retired (okay on disability, but I don't have to show up anywhere anymore,) and having a wife who's off school for summer.
Why should I care about the low-res crap copped from some security scanners?
Seriously, as long as they don't give me cancer (which is iffy so I'm "opting out" until "the science is in") or cause growths (like a second head,) who gives a fuck?
Hell, if they turn the heat up in winter, I'll walk naked through the airport. It won't be pretty but neither is comedy.
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of course you're odd.
You're in an intellectual elite.
How many techies are there compared to the general population?
How many of those are just doing their job and really don't care to study it any further.
That's the term that Rumpole used to describe his matrimonial arrangement.
That's also mine...
My wife and I never disagree. Its always "Yes Dear!"
The thing we put up with for the chance to sleep with an ex-gymnast ... who can put her legs behind her head ... and can hold her breath for two minutes ... Uh see you guys. I'm got to go check what SWMBO is doing. :-)
Some of the incidents have been happening around primary schools and even around day care centers.
I really don't think I'd trust a two year old to be physically able to handle the recoil off a 9mm never mind have the self restraint not to use it to "play 'Cowboys and Indians'"*
The "age of majority" is eighteen year for a reason.
But that no reason to lock up your kids until they're past it.
*) True story: Our neighborhood in Ville laSalle, Québec had two "weak minded" brothers who'd go rat hunting at a nearby empty field/stretch of river under the bridge. They'd use REAL hand guns, .22 caliber pistols rather than BB guns.
Much to everybody's relief, they just stopped showing up at school one day. Stopped showing up anywhere. Our guess was they played "Duel Under The Sun" and shot each other.
They were bullies, pathological liars and violent. Couldn't have happened to a more deserving couple of kids.
in the last 20 years.
You don't even need it to get your ham license anymore.
I suspect that most people have only "heard" of Morse code if they're over 25 years old. "...---..." is a dead language.
Apart from that, why bother.
the code and who the nineteenth century inventor was?
Seriously... Do you expect some eighteen year old in this days and age to know Morse code? Get real...
didn't use the latest technology: carrier pigeons.
Seriously, the guys who came up with the 911 system are long gone and nobody has taken over their function. Nobody's minding the store.
While the template for establishing a 911 system is there, there's nobody looking at the adaptability and malleability of the communication infrastructure.
SMS on cell phones is quieter than using voice, its cheaper, and its ubiquitous. No having to run somewhere to find a quiet spot, away from the shooting, to call dispatch. You just hit the dirt and text your ass off.
It would help if the 911 system could grab you GPS location as well as a message. You don't have to reply with where you are, which is very helpful if you can't talk for any reason.
The problem with that kind of operation is it is obvious or it is botched.
Lone gunman doesn't scale well. It has to be coordinated otherwise its lost in the "noise" and the authorities deny it.
Its in their interest to make people fearful but it is not in their interest to make them fear.
Right now they have a bugbear that is not so awful that it interferes with their daily lives.
Their liberties are being whittled away one by one but it does not interfere with their lives, so they don't bitch...
(Okay, if *I* tried to do what the TSA does every single day to every single passenger, I'd be put away. But if I really wanted to do it, I could even apply to the TSA and get PAID to do this "feeling up you, your wife/girlfriend and your little girl" shit. [THAT'S AMERICA BUDDY!!! We used to castigate and chastise perverts, now we give them jobs and government protection...])
Now imagine if someone WAS actively blowing themselves up in American airports or on American soil...
This "destroying the economy" statement shows you know nothing about the entrepreneurial spirit, or its venality.
Look for scanners coming to a train station and bus depot near you. And Chertoff's company, friends and associates are going to just rake in the bucks until some traveler's can be a) proved to have been caused by the scanner and b) wont accept the hush money, c) the judges won't accept the hush money either. (How likely is that? ... He said drawing in a lungful of carcinogens along with the smoke from his Winston.)
The United States created the FDA to protect the consumer from unfounded claims. ("Drink Schwartz's Elixir and you'll cure your beri-beri".)
Once the purveyors of "patent medicine" (Note the operative word in there is "patent" not "medicine") were disposed of, the FDA (way back in the middle 19th century,) now had to find a way of justifying its funding and the aim switched from "protecting the public" to "protecting the industry" which kept it around.
A classic case of "Quis custodiet ipsos custodes!"
There was no one watching the watchers. Just like now.
It wouldn't take much to hack into the ethernet cable and intercept the packets between the scanner(machine) and the scanner(human).
For all we know, the scanner(human) doesn't know who he's looking at either, so it would be possible to smuggle drugs, guns and other contraband by substituting one image, (a clean image from a few days ago,) for another, (the guy who's got a kilo of cocaine sown around a ceramic blade, hidden down his pants.)
If I could think of it, anybody could.
high-speed train. (Oh sorry, That's only in Europe, Japan and China ... We need it here in America. We just don't have it. :-)
But I figure you have a one or two year window of travel before those radiation ejaculating machines spread to all forms of common transportation.
If you share a ride, how do you know who you're sharing it with?
First it starts with paranoiac whispers, they something goes Boom!
Then you're doing a risk assessment before going to the toilet.
Think of how many PCs, mainframe terminals and dot matrix printers there are at an airport, choking with dust and dead insects while their performance degrades, that never get seen to even once ... before they utterly fail.
Now do you want to trust your life to the maintenance crew at the airport?
The equipment may have been delivered un-jostled and may have even been installed properly, (by people from two or three different unions,) but who knows how long the default settings are going to remain set?
How are you going to discover a faulty scanner before there are hundreds of people scattered to the four corners of the country or even the planet quietly dying of radiation poisoning?
Imagine you get to update your wall with ALL the pictures, your AND the TSA, with your, uh, face in 'em, starting from before the vacation/holiday/honeymoon/business trip even started.
Those Rent-A-Cops will be washing their hands and sniffing their fingers for a long time after they frisk some kids and get a load of the load the kid did in his diapers. It ain't Semtex but its toxic.
Think of it.
That has GOT to be the worst job in America.
Who else but some bad-cholesterol gulping, high-blood pressure, porn collecting pervert or masochist would take it?
You are being paid like crap money to frisk people down while getting universal opprobrium (shit from everybody,) spending your day out at the fuckin' airport, getting to try to get by on "poor people food" (greasy, over-processed, salty cardboard and watery beer,) until you look like a stuffed sausage in a uniform.
Man it must be eating at them, (yuck,) that they are responsible for the safety of people, half of whom the airport will never see again, going off to visit who knows who while they don't earn enough to go anywhere themselves.
Meanwhile rich people don't go through the same security. I guarantee you that people in that bracket don't get groped by some angry troglodyte.
No, they charter jets at smaller airports and snicker and laugh at anybody who doesn't rate.
Imagine being the most universally reviled character going through the "death of a thousand cuts" ... but slowly and without the usual puff of opium.
Well, I'd like it better if they has a multiplayer option where four players could ride off in different on ton-tons tied to each appendage.
Gad Jar-Jar was Lucas showing us all that Star Wars was a kids show.
This Old Man by McFrontalot
Keep getting older and hairier
on my neck, back and derriere,
but not atop the pate.
Dear DNA, let's negotiate!
I'll trade the fading vision, you could have that back,
plus this 30-year-old-man belly's kinda wack.
My hearing is nearing deafness and I wheeze.
Yo, please save me from the wrist hurt disease!
It's infeasible that these, a full list of ailments,
should do anything but accrue. I'll fail ten
times out of ten to age in reverse like Mork.
Is there anything sadder than a dork
for whom the new hotness is not just inaccessible,
it's grumbled against? You kids, reduce your decibels!
Don't make me come over there and shake my cane.
(It's that rapper from the AARP and he's insane!)
This old man, he rhymed once.
He put up some valiant fronts.
With a wick-wack bitter lack of youthfulness & charm,
this old man kept rhyming on.
Joints creaking while I squeak around the stage,
hella grandmothers telling me I ought to act my age.
Deranged already, I don't got no brain medicine.
If we were running out of food on a boat, I'd get jettisoned
or eaten. I'm unsweetened.
Don't tell me that I got the shortest straw; I'm not a cretin,
just a little senile and gassy and slow.
But I bet I'm very salty! And I could still row.
Let's gobble on that infant. Infants are useless
(also very soft, which is good, 'cause I'm toothless).
Come on kids, you want to get rescued or what?
Don't mumble all amongst yourselves. Speak up!
(I lost my earhorn the other day on the bus.)
You would think by the way you whippersnappers make a fuss
that I said something crazy, profound or obscene.
Wait, where'd the ocean go? Where have you taken me?
This old man, he rhymed twice.
He found this would not suffice.
With a wick-wack bitter lack of youthfulness & vim,
this old man was dour and grim.
Now Frontalot's shopping for the top of the hill.
Should have bought a burial plot soon as I got ill,
but I foolishly thought that I could put it off;
now I'm ghoulishly fraught with a [cough cough cough].
Soft in the head, hard in the disposition:
how'd I earn this intractable attrition
of the vigor that I figured would be mine for life?
Is there no upside? Well, the rhymes are rife!
Every year I'm alive, add to my vocabulary.
Going to do it till I'm staring at the ceiling in the mortuary.
Plus I'm probably wise by now
and could do all the things old people talk about,
like: count pills; argue bills at diners;
get a little tiny funky car and be a Shriner;
go to the haberdasher so I could look dapper;
get stroke and forget I'm too old to be a rapper.
This old man, he rhymed thrice.
He spoke a thin gruel of lies.
With a wick-wack bitter lack of youthfulness & spunk,
this old man's rhymes was bunk.
This old man, he rhymed lots;
rhymed till he grew liver spots.
With a wick-wack bitter lack of youthfulness & cheer,
why he rhymed remains unclear.
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And when they get to the next room, they plug the laptop into an ethernet connection.
I have seen this at lots of corporations.
They don't use tablets because they don't need them.
They figured work arounds years ago and they're using that.
A laptop may not be the ideal but its works, so fugggedaboudit bub!
A laptop has more business cachet.
How is that cheaper than the Chinese expenditure of a bullet to the back of the head?
If you want to save money and cut down on recidivism the Chinese have the right idea.
Personally, I'd want to keep them around until they die of old age still in prison, but I'm a lot crueler than most people.
The sad fact is that Bakunin was right.
To paraphrase: "Any government, no matter how benign it may currently be, is fundamentally criminal."
From Hitler, who went after anyone perceived as "other," to Franco, to Lenin, Stalin, Mao Ze Dong, Pol Pot and Senior General Than Shwe, the list does go on and on, all governments USE an official secrets act to cover up their own sins rather than to protect their own citizenry.
recidivism.
You can be absolutely SURE there won't be repeat offenders.
Unfortunately psychopaths, sociopaths and gummints feel justified in the heinous acts they perpetrate and there are always more of those being born every minute.
Okay gummints not so much because they're harder to get rid of than a SOC7 error at 11:00 at night.
You're going to stay stuck there (and getting progressively worse) until the designers of your database start to implement 5th normal form.
That means taking into account the relationships between data elements and implementing them as something other than aggregated tuples.
The aggregation problem is getting worse as you try to implement new relationships.
Security is illusory.
The kid who "borrowed" my Rav/4 was not licensed and he certainly didn't have my registration when the car got sideswiped in Brooklyn.
The little fuck can rot in juvie hall for all I care.
But that's what I'll be doing too.
Next summer, the wife and I are taking the Adirondack Express, a misnomer if I ever heard one, to Montréal, Québec, staying there a while to catch the Jazz Festival, flying to Calgary, taking the Trans Canada train through the Rockies, stopping at Lake Louise, more Rockies, down to Vancouver, flying back to Montréal, spending a few more days there before heading back on the Adirondack Express, aka The Garbage Run, back home to New York City.
Ah the joy of being retired (okay on disability, but I don't have to show up anywhere anymore,) and having a wife who's off school for summer.
Life is good when you don't have to rush...
Why should I care about the low-res crap copped from some security scanners?
Seriously, as long as they don't give me cancer (which is iffy so I'm "opting out" until "the science is in") or cause growths (like a second head,) who gives a fuck?
Hell, if they turn the heat up in winter, I'll walk naked through the airport. It won't be pretty but neither is comedy.
"Welcome To The Internet" just came flowing into my earphones.
How apropos.
Sorry I couldn't resist.