If you write for a living, as I do, you need a decent keyboard, and by that, I do not mean an "ergonomic" one. If your wrists are that bad, I'm sorry for you, but you'll never be a really effective typist. With squish comes missed keys, double presses, constant backing up for errors and overall low typing speeds. If one is a "hunt and pecker", who mostly lives by the mouse (as many are) that's fine, but if you write all day, every day... it's just not.
I stopped counting how many words I'd banged out after I passed 10,000,000, and I've done the vast majority of it on Microsoft Natural keyboards of one flavor or another. I have no idea how fast I type in absolute terms, and don't care, but words flow out of my fingers as fast as I can think them, and I'm getting along perfectly fine with ergonomic keyboards. Put me on one of those old school rectangular brick things, and it's a completely different story.
usually they do their research and have a pretty good idea on how far to push it. Usually.
You ain't went to the same range I have and saw Ol' Tater there sayin' "Fuck'at reloadin' manual. I jist filled that sumbitch with powder until it wouldn't hold no more. Here y'all, watch'is shit!"
Can anybody guess what happened next? The word is shrapnel, boys and girls. OK, OK, you did say, "usually," so you are fully disclaimed.
Say "Look you fucking whore, your paycheck comes out of this cock. Suck this cock like your life depends on it. Suck it hard, suck it fast, and claim your reward, or I'm going to throw your bitch ass out on the street and your fucking babies will starve." That's how you pimp anything.
I have it on good authority, since I have a buddy who is a retired pimp. I wonder how you get an Android tablet to suck your cock? If it won't, then how do you pimp it? I need to ask my buddy this question. I'm confused.
In CHILE family might matter more BUT not to THIS particular Chilean person who didn't MIND not seeing his family for years!
An emigrant/immigrants is a SPECIAL person DIFFERENT from all others in his home land because he LEFT IT BEHIND!
You have an interesting perspective with some genuinely interesting points. I'm not so sure about the family thing overall though. I won't question the motives of that particular Chilean migrating to your country, but I have considerable experience with immigrants here in the US, and I think you're overlooking the extent to which people migrate just because their home situation is miserable.
Many of them come here to solve some problem back home, and they live in abject poverty packed at high density into small dwellings in order to send as much money back home as possible. They can't go home readily, because getting here is a horrible and dangerous process. Once they're here, they're here to stay until they solve whatever problem they came to address.
After they get their family out of debt, buy a house or whatever, they go home at the end, and frequently stay home. Migrants like that are probably the most common type overall in this day and age, and they definitely care about their families a great deal to suffer so on their behalf.
The most healthy man I've ever known ate fatback, lard, butter and scrambled pig brains like they were going out of style. He lived to be 102.
The most sickly man I've ever known ate wheat testicles, oat scrotums, tofu ice cream, and tons of herbal supplements. He's always sick. Maybe it's the oat scrotums.
Not sure which is more disturbing; your story, or the fact you continued to watch after the huge steaming pile of crap part.
Let the record show that I was in the process of shimmying my way out of a narrow cave opening at the time, and I had to wait for the cows to get out of my way so I could pull myself out. I was kind of a captive audience at the time.
I lost any respect I ever might have had for bovine kind when I witnessed the miracle of life one day. A newborn calf so fresh it was still wet stumbled gingerly up to Momma, looking for a teat to suck.
The calf approached from the rear, and right as it got in range, BLAAAAAAAAAAAAT!!! Moma took a huge steaming crap right on widdle baby's head.
It was OK though. While the crap was still dribbling out, she unleashed a fire hose of urine right in the calf's face and washed most of the crap off. Momma cows care, people. Momma cows care!
If oil was taken away overnight, we'd be fucked, I assure you.
Indeed. What a lot of people never think about is the difference between how gasoline gets to your car, and how ethanol does. Gasoline moves through massive pipelines in massive volumes, filling absolutely enormous (measured in millions of gallons) storage tanks in a relatively short time. Ethanol moves by truck, rail and barge. To get the ethanol into your E10 or your E87, at some point the ethanol is moving 8,800 gallons at a time by means of a truck, and trucks are getting it either from railheads or ports, where it moved in larger quantities by either of those vastly slower modes of transportation.
Even if the trucks were running on pure biodiesel and there were all kinds of infrastructure in place to keep from disrupting that side of the supply chain, the fact remains that moving billions of gallons 8,800 gallons at a time by truck as the end link in a chain involving trains and barges is going to be orders of magnitude less efficient than moving the same billions of gallons through massive pipelines. Even if the supply side were in place and ready to provide everybody enough ethanol to run on E100, getting it from here to there efficiently is completely impossible with the current infrastructure. There's just no way to flip a switch from oil to alcohol and switch the country (writing from a US perspective; I imagine other countries are similar, but have no first-hand knowledge) from one to the other quickly. It could be done, but it would be extremely involved, and in the meantime, there would be fuel shortages that would make the 1970s oil embargo look like a cute puppy dog playing with a ball by comparison.
It is extremely true that if oil were taken away overnight, we'd be fucked. Massively, massively fucked.
here's a mindblowing shocker: games also work on laptops and tablets.
They do? I've tried playing a few games over all the computers in my house over the years, and have yet to find one that can run any Linux game acceptably. My current box is a quad core 3 GHz jobbie but it still can't play Tuxkart worth a damn because the 3D thingie sucks. Who cares. Games are for twelve year olds anyway. Now get off my lawn!
Lecturer: "Today we taak abou daita modw and tupw cacuwus"
"Today we taak abou subatomicaw pawticaw." Sad thing is that prof had been living in the US since the '60s or something, and was quite fluent in English. She was just one of those people who was no damn good at pronouncing foreign words. Most people are like that, really. Whatever language and whatever regional dialect they grew up with, they just can't learn how to speak any other way. I had a Latin teacher like that who was actually a well-respected authority in the classics world, but she spoke Latin the way Peggy Hill would have. Deeeeeeexeeeeeeeyutkwaaaaaaay Deeeeeeeoooooooos feeeeeeeeeaaaaaaaat looooooooooooooks eeeeeeeeeeeeeyut faaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaacta eeeeeeeeeeeyuuuuuuuuust loooooooooks. Y'all. Yee HAW.
Dungeons of Daggorath was extremely groundbreaking for its time. I recently dug up and played a Linux port of this classic, and even though the user interface is spectacularly bad, and the graphics awful, it can still suck me back to 1982 and make my heart race.
CLANK!Oh no, I better get ready to type like my life depended on it!! One of those knights is about to kick my ass!
Even if there was a hard quota on how many heartbeats you had, there's no point saving up your heartbeats not exercising just to die early from a heart attack.
Actually, I don't exercise for crap, I'm overweight, and my resting heart rate is riduclously high. Sure, exercise would get my heart rate up in the short term, but if I had a stronger, more athletic heart, built through exercising, I would conserve heartbeats over time. Mom was very athletic, and her resting heart rate was something scary slow.
The computer says "5'9", 235 lbs, $500 phone; clearly a Slashdot reader. I'll put the Hot Pockets, Mountain Dew, and hand lotion on special next time I see that MAC address hash."
Nicely done, sir. It's rather rare that I actually laugh out loud.
There is also an advantage of having your product manufacturing close to your marketplace... namely lower shipping costs.
Isn't that what Mexico/Nafta was for?
That was the idea, but in practice the stuff they made for us down in Mexico was such garbage it didn't take more than a couple of years before the manufacturing when right on to Asia. The sad thing is the Chinese stuff was built like a brick shithouse, and it was vastly better than the product that originally started life being manufactured in America. Sigh.
Yeah, I ended up losing my job over that deal. Should have learned Chinese instead of Spanish. Damn.
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I agree. Let's also get rid of the 1 and use the L key instead. Get rid of the 0 in favour of the O too whilst you're at it.
Seriously there are still secretaries who do that AND they use spreadsheets. Scary..
They learned to type the same way I did. Bang bang bang bang bang DING! bang bang WHACK!
If you write for a living, as I do, you need a decent keyboard, and by that, I do not mean an "ergonomic" one. If your wrists are that bad, I'm sorry for you, but you'll never be a really effective typist. With squish comes missed keys, double presses, constant backing up for errors and overall low typing speeds. If one is a "hunt and pecker", who mostly lives by the mouse (as many are) that's fine, but if you write all day, every day... it's just not.
I stopped counting how many words I'd banged out after I passed 10,000,000, and I've done the vast majority of it on Microsoft Natural keyboards of one flavor or another. I have no idea how fast I type in absolute terms, and don't care, but words flow out of my fingers as fast as I can think them, and I'm getting along perfectly fine with ergonomic keyboards. Put me on one of those old school rectangular brick things, and it's a completely different story.
This "article" was clearly "no exception" to that "rule." The more things you put in "quotes" the better everything "is."
usually they do their research and have a pretty good idea on how far to push it. Usually.
You ain't went to the same range I have and saw Ol' Tater there sayin' "Fuck'at reloadin' manual. I jist filled that sumbitch with powder until it wouldn't hold no more. Here y'all, watch'is shit!"
Can anybody guess what happened next? The word is shrapnel, boys and girls. OK, OK, you did say, "usually," so you are fully disclaimed.
Some things, just need to be forgotten.
Everything between 1980 and 2000 would be a good start. I'm so glad the stuff from my BBS days isn't part of the public memory. Usenet is bad enough.
Does all this blah blah mean Dennis Leary is the new Pope or not? If not, who gives a flying rat's ass.
Say "Look you fucking whore, your paycheck comes out of this cock. Suck this cock like your life depends on it. Suck it hard, suck it fast, and claim your reward, or I'm going to throw your bitch ass out on the street and your fucking babies will starve." That's how you pimp anything.
I have it on good authority, since I have a buddy who is a retired pimp. I wonder how you get an Android tablet to suck your cock? If it won't, then how do you pimp it? I need to ask my buddy this question. I'm confused.
No.
Have to agree...
Ex- Microsoft shill posting in Ubuntu now.
Fuck windows 8
Microsoft literally is spamming a wiki devoted to an open source project that only runs on Linux in the first place.
In CHILE family might matter more BUT not to THIS particular Chilean person who didn't MIND not seeing his family for years!
An emigrant/immigrants is a SPECIAL person DIFFERENT from all others in his home land because he LEFT IT BEHIND!
You have an interesting perspective with some genuinely interesting points. I'm not so sure about the family thing overall though. I won't question the motives of that particular Chilean migrating to your country, but I have considerable experience with immigrants here in the US, and I think you're overlooking the extent to which people migrate just because their home situation is miserable.
Many of them come here to solve some problem back home, and they live in abject poverty packed at high density into small dwellings in order to send as much money back home as possible. They can't go home readily, because getting here is a horrible and dangerous process. Once they're here, they're here to stay until they solve whatever problem they came to address.
After they get their family out of debt, buy a house or whatever, they go home at the end, and frequently stay home. Migrants like that are probably the most common type overall in this day and age, and they definitely care about their families a great deal to suffer so on their behalf.
I think people get a little too OCD about it.
The most healthy man I've ever known ate fatback, lard, butter and scrambled pig brains like they were going out of style. He lived to be 102.
The most sickly man I've ever known ate wheat testicles, oat scrotums, tofu ice cream, and tons of herbal supplements. He's always sick. Maybe it's the oat scrotums.
Not sure which is more disturbing; your story, or the fact you continued to watch after the huge steaming pile of crap part.
Let the record show that I was in the process of shimmying my way out of a narrow cave opening at the time, and I had to wait for the cows to get out of my way so I could pull myself out. I was kind of a captive audience at the time.
Ah, youth.
I lost any respect I ever might have had for bovine kind when I witnessed the miracle of life one day. A newborn calf so fresh it was still wet stumbled gingerly up to Momma, looking for a teat to suck.
The calf approached from the rear, and right as it got in range, BLAAAAAAAAAAAAT!!! Moma took a huge steaming crap right on widdle baby's head.
It was OK though. While the crap was still dribbling out, she unleashed a fire hose of urine right in the calf's face and washed most of the crap off. Momma cows care, people. Momma cows care!
There should be NO federal holidays. Go to work and quit whining.
If oil was taken away overnight, we'd be fucked, I assure you.
Indeed. What a lot of people never think about is the difference between how gasoline gets to your car, and how ethanol does. Gasoline moves through massive pipelines in massive volumes, filling absolutely enormous (measured in millions of gallons) storage tanks in a relatively short time. Ethanol moves by truck, rail and barge. To get the ethanol into your E10 or your E87, at some point the ethanol is moving 8,800 gallons at a time by means of a truck, and trucks are getting it either from railheads or ports, where it moved in larger quantities by either of those vastly slower modes of transportation.
Even if the trucks were running on pure biodiesel and there were all kinds of infrastructure in place to keep from disrupting that side of the supply chain, the fact remains that moving billions of gallons 8,800 gallons at a time by truck as the end link in a chain involving trains and barges is going to be orders of magnitude less efficient than moving the same billions of gallons through massive pipelines. Even if the supply side were in place and ready to provide everybody enough ethanol to run on E100, getting it from here to there efficiently is completely impossible with the current infrastructure. There's just no way to flip a switch from oil to alcohol and switch the country (writing from a US perspective; I imagine other countries are similar, but have no first-hand knowledge) from one to the other quickly. It could be done, but it would be extremely involved, and in the meantime, there would be fuel shortages that would make the 1970s oil embargo look like a cute puppy dog playing with a ball by comparison.
It is extremely true that if oil were taken away overnight, we'd be fucked. Massively, massively fucked .
here's a mindblowing shocker: games also work on laptops and tablets.
They do? I've tried playing a few games over all the computers in my house over the years, and have yet to find one that can run any Linux game acceptably. My current box is a quad core 3 GHz jobbie but it still can't play Tuxkart worth a damn because the 3D thingie sucks. Who cares. Games are for twelve year olds anyway. Now get off my lawn!
Lecturer: "Today we taak abou daita modw and tupw cacuwus"
"Today we taak abou subatomicaw pawticaw." Sad thing is that prof had been living in the US since the '60s or something, and was quite fluent in English. She was just one of those people who was no damn good at pronouncing foreign words. Most people are like that, really. Whatever language and whatever regional dialect they grew up with, they just can't learn how to speak any other way. I had a Latin teacher like that who was actually a well-respected authority in the classics world, but she spoke Latin the way Peggy Hill would have. Deeeeeeexeeeeeeeyutkwaaaaaaay Deeeeeeeoooooooos feeeeeeeeeaaaaaaaat looooooooooooooks eeeeeeeeeeeeeyut faaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaacta eeeeeeeeeeeyuuuuuuuuust loooooooooks. Y'all. Yee HAW.
Dungeons of Daggorath was extremely groundbreaking for its time. I recently dug up and played a Linux port of this classic, and even though the user interface is spectacularly bad, and the graphics awful, it can still suck me back to 1982 and make my heart race.
CLANK! Oh no, I better get ready to type like my life depended on it!! One of those knights is about to kick my ass!
Why don't you start your own business, for a change?
a) Starting a business takes a shitload of money
b) I don't have a shitload of money
c) Nobody will loan me money, because I'm already in debt up to my eyeballs
d) Every business in the universe has been done 15,000 times already anyway
Even if there was a hard quota on how many heartbeats you had, there's no point saving up your heartbeats not exercising just to die early from a heart attack.
Actually, I don't exercise for crap, I'm overweight, and my resting heart rate is riduclously high. Sure, exercise would get my heart rate up in the short term, but if I had a stronger, more athletic heart, built through exercising, I would conserve heartbeats over time. Mom was very athletic, and her resting heart rate was something scary slow.
Of course Mom died when she was 55. Oops.
The computer says "5'9", 235 lbs, $500 phone; clearly a Slashdot reader. I'll put the Hot Pockets, Mountain Dew, and hand lotion on special next time I see that MAC address hash."
Nicely done, sir. It's rather rare that I actually laugh out loud.
Those damn viruses should be thanking us, but all we get is infections.
But that is how they thank us! "Hello, thank you for giving me a great environment in which to thrive, as a gift, I offer you some D/RNA.
640 qubits may or may not be enough for anybody.
At the same time!
There is also an advantage of having your product manufacturing close to your marketplace... namely lower shipping costs.
Isn't that what Mexico/Nafta was for?
That was the idea, but in practice the stuff they made for us down in Mexico was such garbage it didn't take more than a couple of years before the manufacturing when right on to Asia. The sad thing is the Chinese stuff was built like a brick shithouse, and it was vastly better than the product that originally started life being manufactured in America. Sigh.
Yeah, I ended up losing my job over that deal. Should have learned Chinese instead of Spanish. Damn.
...But with unlimited energy, computing power and machines that do everything for us, what can't we overcome?
Obesity.