(Reposted, account some asshole yankee moderator moderating it as "flamebait")
I can understand their interest in better tracking of inventory, but it done be amazing the lengths they go for profit other than to improve their brands.
They can't improve their products. The majority of stupid unwashed 'mericans rednecks won't want anything that tastes something. Blandness is the name of the game here.
If the product would actually start to taste something, there would be a shitload of dopes who would dump the product altogether, as they would be bound not to like it.
Burper-King has perfected the art of blandness: the last time I ate a whopper, I was amazed that they managed to cram pickles, tomato, sauce and whatnot, and it would still taste nothing at all.
I can understand their interest in better tracking of inventory, but it done be amazing the lengths they go for profit other than to improve their brands.
They can't improve their products. The majority of stupid unwashed 'mericans rednecks won't want anything that tastes something. Blandness is the name of the game here.
If the product would actually start to taste something, there would be a shitload of dopes who would dump the product altogether, as they would be bound not to like it.
Burper-King has perfected the art of blandness: the last time I ate a whopper, I was amazed that they managed to cram pickles, tomato, sauce and whatnot, and it would still taste nothing at all.
25 years ago, my first serious compute job was for a cigarette maker. They had that application where salesmen went through convenience stores, and recorded the placement of their ads, displays, promo. materials and the competition's.
The salesmen filled mark-sense cards, which were sent to a contractor who gave back weekly reports (on reams of computer paper).
We wanted to bring this back in-house. Naturally, we thought of using a portable computer for this. Of course, 25 years ago, nothing would do, so we brewed our own, based on a Motorola 8 bit chip.
Trouble is, the thing was so big that we had to hide it in a book...
Alas, as usual, politics canned the whole project, and we simply managed to buy a mark-sense reader to read the sheets in-house...
Also, whatever "police" agency the railroad uses wouldn't be appropriate for this. Your 911 PSAP should be contacting the railroad dispatch agency directly.
This is what I do now. I have found the railroad dispatchers's phone number and I call directly whenever there is a problem. He knows his territory well and will send the proper people in a jiffy.
There is still no excuse for the city police to not know how to contact the railroad police, though, or the actual locations of the crossings.
Why not map some bits of IPv6 to the
latitude-longitude coordinates, optimized for land masses/ground utilization (so that an empty field doesn't get the 300 IP addresses a high-rise building using the same ground area would have; and on the seas, 1 IP address per square kilometer could be enough)???
And we're legally required to provide 911 service. I couldn't just shut down my 911 center for a holiday. I can't take it offline for maintenance. By law I have to have that service available 24/7/365.
You run a 911 call center? Neat! Now, I may know why 911 operators are so clueless.
I live right besides an important railroad mainline, which sees at least 100 trains per day, ranging from little van-hops and switchers to huge 100-tank-car long drags "that have enough LPG to blow up 10 times Hiroshima" and fast passenger trains.
Every time I called 911 and asked for the railroad police, they were totally and utterly clueless. Here's a typical exchange:
911, how can I help you?
I'd like the $RAILROAD police, please
Excuse me?
I'd like the $RAILROAD police, please
What is the problem?
Well, the $STREET railroad crossing at milepost $MILEAGE are down when there are no trains, and people are going through them; when a train shows up (there is a curve there), there could be an accident. So, can I get the $RAILROAD police?
Just a second, I'll transfer you to the city police (the call is made, and both the 911 and $CITY police operators are on the line)
"$CITY police", How can help you?
Don't give me the $CITY police, they won't know what to do !!!
($CITY police op, sounding pissed) And what is the problem, sir???
I repeat Well, the $STREET railroad crossing at milepost $MILEAGE are down when there are no trains, and people are going through them; when a train shows up, there could be an accident. That's why I want the $RAILROAD police.
(at that point, the 911 operator hangs-up).
Okay, we'll take care of it. What is the street address of the railroad crossing?
There is no address, it's the $STREET railroad crossing!
But, sir, if there is no address, how can we go there?
See! I told you that you would not know where it is!!! Never mind, I'll find the proper number myself. And I hung-up at that time.
I finally found the proper $RAILROAD police phone number, and called them directly.
Given that rail operations can generate quite big hazards to people, it's incredible that the 911 operators would now know how to contact railroad authorities; heck, one day, I even got to a derailment scene before any authority did, and it did not happen up the sticks, but in the city, 2 blocks from a subway station early in the evening!!!!
I guess that the moderators are anglo-saxon trash; so I repost this because it has been moderated into "flamebait".
Dunno where you live but here in the UK the vast majority of poilticians are most definitely upaid and are part of the voluntary sector. (Only the few hundred members of parliament and a few others get paid - the many thousands of councillors don't.)
It's no wonder britshit politicians are so corrupt. Only the filthy rich, or those willing to peddle their influence in exchance for under the table payments can be interested in such a system.
A system where the politicians are properly paid will attract honest, competent people; as there would be no excuse for corruption, corrupt politicians would be quickly expelled.
The same comment goes for civil servants; when they are lowly paid, they are an easy prey for corruption.
Dunno where you live but here in the UK the vast majority of poilticians are most definitely upaid and are part of the voluntary sector. (Only the few hundred members of parliament and a few others get paid - the many thousands of councillors don't.)
It's no wonder britshit politicians are so corrupt. Only the filthy rich, or those willing to peddle their influence in exchance for under the table payments can be interested in such a system.
A system where the politicians are properly paid will attract honest, competent people; as there would be no excuse for corruption, corrupt politicians would be quickly expelled.
The same comment goes for civil servants; when they are lowly paid, they are an easy prey for corruption.
One day, I was crossing on a green light when I was nearly ran over by a woman in a minivan. I naturally kicked hard at the side door, only to have the slut disappear on the horizon.
A passing oxcart (up here, we call cops "beefs", hence the appropriate name for police cruisers) didn't lose any of it.
Naturally, being assholes, they didn't care that the slut nearly killed me, all they did was the dent on the door of her holy sacred minivan. So they start giving me shit, and, first things first, they asked me for ID.
Since there is no official "ID cards" up here nor any requirement to carry some, I simply hand over a business card. While the other beef keyed-in stuff in their terminal, the beef starts giving me shit for kicking the van, saying that this is vandalism.
I said back, angrily, that the fucking slut nearly killed me. I then said, "let me hop aboard along with you, and let's go after the fucking slut so you can ticket her".
Now, that they would have to ticket someone for nearly running-down a pedestrian was too much for them. The cop handed me back my business card, said "be careful next time", and they left (probably their blood donut level was too low).
I saw a fascinating video clip on one of the US cop camera shows we get over here in the UK. IIRC a couple of state troopers had pulled a car over, alleging that it was committing some minor traffic violation. The driver, who happened to be a senior officer with a neighbouring force, clearly stated that he disagreed. During the following "discussions" he also identified himself as another police officer, and acknowledged that he was armed. He kept his composure pretty well considering, simply denying the charge and requesting that a supervising officer attend the scene.
This is so typical of the little-yard mentality in the US. Municipal cops can't stand the state police, and they both have the same hatred to the FBI men who sure return the love in kind...
Cell phones and other transmitters are also illegal in sensitive areas such as hospitals, demolition areas, and airplanes.
Demolition areas??? Is this because cell phones users are so obnoxiously loud that wrecking-ball operators have been known to crush those loudmouth cellphone users???
As a top IT executive for a fortune 50, I spend a lot of time on global conference calls. I would be extremely annoyed, and would consider it an attack on both me personally, and me professionally (and, by extension, my company) if someone were to jam my cellular during an important conference call.
As a top (whatever) executive for a fortune (whatever) company, you are proving that you are a total inconsiderate asshole that does not gives a rat's ass about anything that's not related to your friggin' company.
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Umm... All sorts. Just not Interstates. Of course, the on-ramps are fun, especially when there is no traffic:)
Some 20 years ago, we met, at a Vermont museum, a gentleman who went about on his restored 1903 Stanley Steamer.
The thing had four benches, and he took 10 people at a times for rides.
On Interstate 91.
Going as high as 60 miles per hour to the delight of bewildered motorists. Never mind the then 55 MPH limit...
And all this in TOTAL SILENCE. Not a sound, but some whiffs of steam...
Arguing the point at the point of sale, and refusing to relinquish your position in line. This will win you the ire of the customers behind you in line, but if you're lucky, it'll also convince some of them that going to that store isn't worth having to deal with trouble-makers like you standing on principle;
That reminds me of something... One day, I was going to take an intercity bus, and went to get snacks for the trip to a nearby convenience store. Trouble is, there was that festival in the street where goons insisted to search everyone coming in (to make sure they don't bring in beer and cut sales from the exorbitant prices charged on site). Of course, as a matter of principle, I object at being searched, especially when I am walking on the street.
I managed to slip by but soon had one goon chasing me. I made it to the convenience store where they insisted on searching my bag. I told him to fuck-off.
After cackling on his walkie-talkie, he had three more goons on me, while I picked-up my snacks. I told them all to fuck-off (extremely loudly), that they had no fucking business searching people like that, and if they don't like it, they can shove their jobs through their asses.
I then proceeded to the cash counter line, where the head goon insisted that I pass in front of everyone.
I shouted back why don't you go fuck yourself, no, I'm not passing in front of everyone in line. So I waited a good five minutes while the goons were fuming. All the while I shouted back obscenities at them (all the time making sure I was in plain view of the security cameras).
When I paid and got out of the store, they escorted me out to the gate of the festival. They did not succeed in searching me, I got them pretty pissed-off at me, and I had the pleasure of yelling at them...
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Otherwise, they will NOT consider using it.
And it's the power-users that have the influence to make other people switch to/use GIMP.
Until then, we'll keep using Photoshop.
If the product would actually start to taste something, there would be a shitload of dopes who would dump the product altogether, as they would be bound not to like it.
Burper-King has perfected the art of blandness: the last time I ate a whopper, I was amazed that they managed to cram pickles, tomato, sauce and whatnot, and it would still taste nothing at all.
Guinness is to stouts what Bud is to beers.
If the product would actually start to taste something, there would be a shitload of dopes who would dump the product altogether, as they would be bound not to like it.
Burper-King has perfected the art of blandness: the last time I ate a whopper, I was amazed that they managed to cram pickles, tomato, sauce and whatnot, and it would still taste nothing at all.
The salesmen filled mark-sense cards, which were sent to a contractor who gave back weekly reports (on reams of computer paper).
We wanted to bring this back in-house. Naturally, we thought of using a portable computer for this. Of course, 25 years ago, nothing would do, so we brewed our own, based on a Motorola 8 bit chip.
Trouble is, the thing was so big that we had to hide it in a book...
Alas, as usual, politics canned the whole project, and we simply managed to buy a mark-sense reader to read the sheets in-house...
There is still no excuse for the city police to not know how to contact the railroad police, though, or the actual locations of the crossings.
It took someone from a communist country to change the US into a totalitarian State.
What ever happenned to Dan Quayle????
Why not map some bits of IPv6 to the latitude-longitude coordinates, optimized for land masses/ground utilization (so that an empty field doesn't get the 300 IP addresses a high-rise building using the same ground area would have; and on the seas, 1 IP address per square kilometer could be enough)???
I live right besides an important railroad mainline, which sees at least 100 trains per day, ranging from little van-hops and switchers to huge 100-tank-car long drags "that have enough LPG to blow up 10 times Hiroshima" and fast passenger trains.
Every time I called 911 and asked for the railroad police, they were totally and utterly clueless. Here's a typical exchange:
- 911, how can I help you?
- I'd like the $RAILROAD police, please
- Excuse me?
- I'd like the $RAILROAD police, please
- What is the problem?
- Well, the $STREET railroad crossing at milepost $MILEAGE are down when there are no trains, and people are going through them; when a train shows up (there is a curve there), there could be an accident. So, can I get the $RAILROAD police?
- Just a second, I'll transfer you to the city police
- "$CITY police", How can help you?
- Don't give me the $CITY police, they won't know what to do !!!
- ($CITY police op, sounding pissed) And what is the problem, sir???
- I repeat Well, the $STREET railroad crossing at milepost $MILEAGE are down when there are no trains, and people are going through them; when a train shows up, there could be an accident. That's why I want the $RAILROAD police.
- Okay, we'll take care of it. What is the street address of the railroad crossing?
- There is no address, it's the $STREET railroad crossing!
- But, sir, if there is no address, how can we go there?
- See! I told you that you would not know where it is!!!
I finally found the proper $RAILROAD police phone number, and called them directly.(the call is made, and both the 911 and $CITY police operators are on the line)
(at that point, the 911 operator hangs-up).
Never mind, I'll find the proper number myself.
And I hung-up at that time.
Given that rail operations can generate quite big hazards to people, it's incredible that the 911 operators would now know how to contact railroad authorities; heck, one day, I even got to a derailment scene before any authority did, and it did not happen up the sticks, but in the city, 2 blocks from a subway station early in the evening!!!!
A system where the politicians are properly paid will attract honest, competent people; as there would be no excuse for corruption, corrupt politicians would be quickly expelled.
The same comment goes for civil servants; when they are lowly paid, they are an easy prey for corruption.
A system where the politicians are properly paid will attract honest, competent people; as there would be no excuse for corruption, corrupt politicians would be quickly expelled.
The same comment goes for civil servants; when they are lowly paid, they are an easy prey for corruption.
I'd like to see how good a interferometric telescope would a beowulf cluster of those would make...
I'd like to see how good a interferometric telescope would a beowulf cluster of those would make...
A passing oxcart (up here, we call cops "beefs", hence the appropriate name for police cruisers) didn't lose any of it.
Naturally, being assholes, they didn't care that the slut nearly killed me, all they did was the dent on the door of her holy sacred minivan. So they start giving me shit, and, first things first, they asked me for ID.
Since there is no official "ID cards" up here nor any requirement to carry some, I simply hand over a business card. While the other beef keyed-in stuff in their terminal, the beef starts giving me shit for kicking the van, saying that this is vandalism.
I said back, angrily, that the fucking slut nearly killed me. I then said, "let me hop aboard along with you, and let's go after the fucking slut so you can ticket her".
Now, that they would have to ticket someone for nearly running-down a pedestrian was too much for them. The cop handed me back my business card, said "be careful next time", and they left (probably their blood donut level was too low).
Assholes.
The thing had four benches, and he took 10 people at a times for rides.
On Interstate 91.
Going as high as 60 miles per hour to the delight of bewildered motorists. Never mind the then 55 MPH limit...
And all this in TOTAL SILENCE. Not a sound, but some whiffs of steam...
I managed to slip by but soon had one goon chasing me. I made it to the convenience store where they insisted on searching my bag. I told him to fuck-off.
After cackling on his walkie-talkie, he had three more goons on me, while I picked-up my snacks. I told them all to fuck-off (extremely loudly), that they had no fucking business searching people like that, and if they don't like it, they can shove their jobs through their asses.
I then proceeded to the cash counter line, where the head goon insisted that I pass in front of everyone.
I shouted back why don't you go fuck yourself, no, I'm not passing in front of everyone in line. So I waited a good five minutes while the goons were fuming. All the while I shouted back obscenities at them (all the time making sure I was in plain view of the security cameras).
When I paid and got out of the store, they escorted me out to the gate of the festival. They did not succeed in searching me, I got them pretty pissed-off at me, and I had the pleasure of yelling at them...