Somewhere near the executive suite, there is an office with, inside, an imbecile, and on the wall, there is a diploma with three letters: "M B A".
Through some process (which is irrelevant, because beyond the ken of us, mere mortals - but sometimes it involves the dark ritual of either "kickback" or "payola"), the imbecile has determined that it is a *GOOD* thing.
Since the imbecile has the letter "MBA" trailing his name, the morons in executive row have decided to implement the stupid decision.
800 years ago a goddammed fucking moronic donkey-raping ass-licking uncle-fucking gonad-oozing fucking tart-tit-sucking monk scrubbed the text off a goatskin parchment to write fucking prayers, thus showing that goddammed fucking christianity is nothing but a fucking racket to dumb down the people by suppressing knowledge and science and instituting a fucking control of the minds. Nothing unusual there, except the parchment contained writings from a copy of Archimedes' Palimpsest. This is proof that christianity is the worse fucking thing that ever happenned to Mankind, halting it's progress for more than a thousands fucking cocksucking years. Think of it, kids, if there weren't for christianity, we'd already have settled 10 planets, 5 of which extrasolar.
As someonw who has experienced major vandalism, including having all the windows broken out in a house we owned that was gutted and even amateur attempts at burning it down, i find your actions to be criminal. If you don't like the alarm tell the guy about it and that it is bird and such setting it off so he can take actions to prevent entry to those birds and such.
The guys were nowhere to be found; during the day, when we are away at work, they are there, working. But when we come home, no-one is there to be seen. And the rare times there is someone, you can bet your arse it was a major-league buck-passing exercise. In any case, an alarm was not warranted at all.
The neighbourhood is as crimeless as it can be. The last murder, for example, happenned about 15 years ago. And to illustrate that security is not needed, accross the street, they are building a supermarket, and the building site is totally devoid of fences, alarms, guard-dogs and security guard, yet everyone goes through the place as a shortcut to the subway station or between two railroad crossings.
The nearby farmer's market produce stands are only covered with tarpaulins when the market is closed; when I have yankee visitors, I always make a point at walking in the closed market, late at night (when we come back from the bierstube) and they just can't believe it (yet, we're a day's drive from the US federal capital).
Your actions, on the other hand in disabling his security could have easily led to others causing more damage or even burning the place and, if the place has been vacant long enough, it is quite likely that there would have been no insurance on it, because no one would cover it if it was vacant.
What part of "a building being reconstructed" don't you get? This is as vacant as a scatholic church council when a jamborree is happenning!!!!
Two years ago, the building next to mine was being totally renovated (they gutted everything but the outside walls).
And they had that big honking alarm that would go off each time a cat or a bird would go inside the structure.
Of course, it went off at 2 in the morning many times.
After a few weeks, we got to get pretty pissed at it, so I started to grab a pair of cutters, and enter the place despite it being barricaded (from the third floor, the balconies of the respective buildings are only 2 feet away). Then it's just a matter of finding the wire and snipping it.
Of course, they would fix it, until the next snip...
The last time I did it (at 3 in the morning), I was so pissed that I cut the wire in about 200 one inch long little sections. This must have drove the message home because that's the last time we heard the fucking alarm...
Way out of the price range, but I do like the Xerox printers.
Avoid Xerox like the plague. Good printers, but horrible service. At $ORKPLACE-2, we had rented a $2500 per month 11x17 duplex collator/stapling copier/scanner combination monster, and it took ***SIX WEEKS*** to have someone come and "install" it properly (I had to do it myself, guessing at the settings and whatnot).
Calling Xerox, it was **IMPOSSIBLE** to get to talk to anyone who would know how to setup the printer (it didn't work 100%). When I eventually got to talk to someone, he was on his cellphone, driving away from the city for an extra week.
Then, after those six weeks, a tech showed-up, only to tell us that he didn't know this printer. Four days later, a (presumably) more knowledgeable tech shows up, fiddles a bit, then says that he has to upgrade the motherboard. 3 week wait (the printer is still not working properly), then they show up. It's a 6 hour job, 6 hours where we don't have a copier. Of course, the firmware upgrade disk to go with the new hardware was not the right one. He came back a week later, a whole week with an even more wobblier printer.
Then the bill came. $5000 for two months of hassle and trouble. We told Xerox that we would not pay, and if they pursued it, they were welcome to take their fucking printer back.
It actually took a VP of sales to come up and solve the problem.
When I was waiting for my TS clearance while working at the Pentagon (I had an interim clearance), I had to have an air force officer shadowing me the entire time, including, at points, typing for me as I dictated. The officer in question was not an IT person and had no idea what I was doing (or was supposed to do) with the UNIX systems under my care.
This is appaling! I understand that to be in the military entails having a lot of stupid, senseless mind-numbing work, but this has to be the very lower bottom of the barrel.
I cannot fathom the damage this shall do to one's self-esteem, both for the typer and the typee!!!
At least, shoveling out outhouses or peeling 1 ton of potatoes has a purpose that is easily understandable...
4 years ago, the machine I made for my mother with (a pirated copy of) Windoze-2000 crapped five minutes after I installed it. In a jiffy, I decided to install Mandrake Linux on it.
It never failed once, and I never had to fix it, and my mother is very happy with it to write letters and her e-mails.
Hey, I'm not going to complain. U.S. companies like Dell should keep their jobs within the country so they can provide more US citizens with jobs and in turn those people can buy their products - improving the economy (as much as they can).
Are you asking MBAs to plan further ahead than the current quarter???
You might as well try to ask Shrub to instate an universal health-insurance plan and fund public transit to diminish the US dependence on foreign oil...
Granted, my neighbors didn't intentionally set their router up with that ID but they did leave it unsecured with the default password for the admin account. It was simply the neighborly thing to do to change their ID and resecure it with a new password (that, admittedly, they didn't know).
This is doubtful. Routers normally don't allow administrative access through the wireless interface.
It's not a right. It's a privilege bestowed upon you as soon as you demonstrate the knowledge about the rules of the road, and the competence to operate your vehicle safely.
Operate your vehicle unsafely and disobey the rules of the road badly enough, and you'll see your privilege revoked subito presto.
Don't the right to life, liberty and the pursuit of happiness, include driving a car, plane, whatever you want?
No. Show me in the declaration of independence or the US constitution or the Universal Declaration of Human Rights where it is said that driving a car is an unalienable right...
Drive like an asshole, and see what the Courts will do with your "right" to drive a car... They will take it from you and wipe their arse with it.
(2) Once you start making the criteria more inclusive, other groups such as people with mental illness or such may be included.
In the 1970's, when aircraft hijacking became in vogue, a panicked airline hired two psychiatrists, dressed them in security guard uniform, and told them to arrest anybody who was "crazy", the reasoning being that "only crazy people hijack airplanes".
The experiment ended 20 minutes later, when one of the psychiatrists arrested the other one.
Where I live, there is an terminally asshole suburb (it's full petty bourgeois who think they run the show, but in reality, they have cranks up their arses that are being turned by the true big bourgeois [who wouldn't be caught dead living there] who DO run the show) which, before the Urban Community consolidated several services like the police, water treatment, etc., had it's zealous police farce kick-out "suspicious" (read: old) automobiles. A former colleague grew up in a "poorer" adjacent suburb and whenever he drove to visit his buddies, he was **ALWAYS** stopped by the cops who then radioed the police station who then called his buddies to check if he really was wanted there.
That fucked-up suburb is bordered by a poorer suburb on the north, a very poor central city neighbourhood on the east, a rich central city (but former suburb) neighbourhood AND a extremely poor central city neighbourhood on the south and an industrial wasteland and railroad yards on the west.
On the north, runs an elevated highway that is not elevated as it runs through that asshole suburb, to insure that the rabble from the poorer suburb would not cross into their territory.
On the east, bordering the poor neighbourhood, is nothing less than an actual fence with a few gates in it that makes sure the poor rabble doesn't wander in the rich asshole suburb. The gates are locked on Hallowee'n to make sure that the poor kid would not get the rich candies.
And on the south and west, railroad tracks do a fine job at keeping the rabble out (those who try get sliced by trains).
Okay. Now, ever since they "lost" their very "own" police farce, they cannot keep the rabble out, but they have rent-a-cops doing the same thing.
Well, I was walking through that asshole suburb last sunday, and as soon as I hit the fence, looking for a hole in the fucking fence, I got zeroed-in by one of those rent-a-cops who started to ask me who I was, where I lived and all that crap, clearly conveying the message that I had not business being there.
Of course, I told him to go fuck himself. Then I kept walking until the next gate in the fence. Last thing I saw was the flashers of a police cruiser turning the corner, several streets away... (but thanks for the byzantine street plan, it would have took them 10 minutes to navigate to the other side of the fence, and I was careful enough to be unlocatable when the cops arrived where the rent-a-cop was...)
The air marshall union could setup a list of volunteers who would be willing to help the marshalls meet their quota; they would then arrange to have a distinctive sign at a given date, and would be handled by the air marshalls, in return for a few brews later.
- Driving a car is a public act, so no one can have any expectation of privacy.
It's time to start cracking down on car usage, given how much ecological damage cars do. When driving becomes less and less attractive, maybe the people will see the light and demand practical public transit!
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Steganography is getting more and more attractive every day...
Whatever happenned with the good old-fashioned slap on the face???
Through some process (which is irrelevant, because beyond the ken of us, mere mortals - but sometimes it involves the dark ritual of either "kickback" or "payola"), the imbecile has determined that it is a *GOOD* thing.
Since the imbecile has the letter "MBA" trailing his name, the morons in executive row have decided to implement the stupid decision.
(The difference between "moron" and "imbecile" - see last paragraph)
(Yes, I hate religion)
The neighbourhood is as crimeless as it can be. The last murder, for example, happenned about 15 years ago. And to illustrate that security is not needed, accross the street, they are building a supermarket, and the building site is totally devoid of fences, alarms, guard-dogs and security guard, yet everyone goes through the place as a shortcut to the subway station or between two railroad crossings.
The nearby farmer's market produce stands are only covered with tarpaulins when the market is closed; when I have yankee visitors, I always make a point at walking in the closed market, late at night (when we come back from the bierstube) and they just can't believe it (yet, we're a day's drive from the US federal capital).
What part of "a building being reconstructed" don't you get? This is as vacant as a scatholic church council when a jamborree is happenning!!!!Two years ago, the building next to mine was being totally renovated (they gutted everything but the outside walls).
And they had that big honking alarm that would go off each time a cat or a bird would go inside the structure.
Of course, it went off at 2 in the morning many times.
After a few weeks, we got to get pretty pissed at it, so I started to grab a pair of cutters, and enter the place despite it being barricaded (from the third floor, the balconies of the respective buildings are only 2 feet away). Then it's just a matter of finding the wire and snipping it.
Of course, they would fix it, until the next snip...
The last time I did it (at 3 in the morning), I was so pissed that I cut the wire in about 200 one inch long little sections. This must have drove the message home because that's the last time we heard the fucking alarm...
Calling Xerox, it was **IMPOSSIBLE** to get to talk to anyone who would know how to setup the printer (it didn't work 100%). When I eventually got to talk to someone, he was on his cellphone, driving away from the city for an extra week.
Then, after those six weeks, a tech showed-up, only to tell us that he didn't know this printer. Four days later, a (presumably) more knowledgeable tech shows up, fiddles a bit, then says that he has to upgrade the motherboard. 3 week wait (the printer is still not working properly), then they show up. It's a 6 hour job, 6 hours where we don't have a copier. Of course, the firmware upgrade disk to go with the new hardware was not the right one. He came back a week later, a whole week with an even more wobblier printer.
Then the bill came. $5000 for two months of hassle and trouble. We told Xerox that we would not pay, and if they pursued it, they were welcome to take their fucking printer back.
It actually took a VP of sales to come up and solve the problem.
I cannot fathom the damage this shall do to one's self-esteem, both for the typer and the typee!!!
At least, shoveling out outhouses or peeling 1 ton of potatoes has a purpose that is easily understandable...
And rich, too...
It never failed once, and I never had to fix it, and my mother is very happy with it to write letters and her e-mails.
Ever since, I worked in IT, my experience being more meaningful than degrees.
You might as well try to ask Shrub to instate an universal health-insurance plan and fund public transit to diminish the US dependence on foreign oil...
Operate your vehicle unsafely and disobey the rules of the road badly enough, and you'll see your privilege revoked subito presto.
Rule#3: spammers are stupid.
The billions poured into the Irak war will not be diverted to large-scale space transportation engineering!!!
Drive like an asshole, and see what the Courts will do with your "right" to drive a car... They will take it from you and wipe their arse with it.
Freedom of movement needs no automobile.
The experiment ended 20 minutes later, when one of the psychiatrists arrested the other one.
That fucked-up suburb is bordered by a poorer suburb on the north, a very poor central city neighbourhood on the east, a rich central city (but former suburb) neighbourhood AND a extremely poor central city neighbourhood on the south and an industrial wasteland and railroad yards on the west.
On the north, runs an elevated highway that is not elevated as it runs through that asshole suburb, to insure that the rabble from the poorer suburb would not cross into their territory.
On the east, bordering the poor neighbourhood, is nothing less than an actual fence with a few gates in it that makes sure the poor rabble doesn't wander in the rich asshole suburb. The gates are locked on Hallowee'n to make sure that the poor kid would not get the rich candies.
And on the south and west, railroad tracks do a fine job at keeping the rabble out (those who try get sliced by trains).
Okay. Now, ever since they "lost" their very "own" police farce, they cannot keep the rabble out, but they have rent-a-cops doing the same thing.
Well, I was walking through that asshole suburb last sunday, and as soon as I hit the fence, looking for a hole in the fucking fence, I got zeroed-in by one of those rent-a-cops who started to ask me who I was, where I lived and all that crap, clearly conveying the message that I had not business being there.
Of course, I told him to go fuck himself. Then I kept walking until the next gate in the fence. Last thing I saw was the flashers of a police cruiser turning the corner, several streets away... (but thanks for the byzantine street plan, it would have took them 10 minutes to navigate to the other side of the fence, and I was careful enough to be unlocatable when the cops arrived where the rent-a-cop was...)
Then, no one would be the wiser.
- Driving a car is a privilege, not a right.
- Driving a car is a public act, so no one can have any expectation of privacy.
It's time to start cracking down on car usage, given how much ecological damage cars do. When driving becomes less and less attractive, maybe the people will see the light and demand practical public transit!