I love it when/. posts an article only for me to see 'Nothing to see here.' for a minute.
On the Other Hand, Only TWO DVDS?
I better get to Wiki and start writing pages all about the writing Fan Fiction!
So, how long do we think it will be exactly until the Google Pidgeon Clusters become self aware and begin to correlate all this data only to come up with 42, and a recipe for a nice cup of tea?
Man, if there is one thing I learned from my hobby of swordfighting, it's that nothing, but nothing, can get a pint of your best friend's blood out of a white talbard.
Nothing, that is, except fire. The same fire you burn all the other incriminating evidence in.
You sinners will experience the most complete death of all! The Great Heat Death! For Kelvin is Lord!
Your heresy in not believing in the Phlogiston is unnacceptable to the Great Lord Kelvin, Giver of Laws, who, because he Loves us, and wants to Convserve our Souls from Entropy, Came to Us as a Man, who is the Second Wrangler and the Senior Wrangler, to Give us His Laws!
There are certain several day long LARP events where you can rob the other players. Which means you have to go with friends or find someone to group up with, and someone has to do a night watch. Just like you have to do in real life, or in an RPG where the DM/GM is sapient.
On a somewhat related tangent, in the Magic: the Gathering Universe you have an artifical dimension called Rath. At the center of Rath is a volcano that spews out a material called flowstone. Flowstone is what makes up virtually all of the plane of Rath. It's a material that can assume any shape, and changes shape according to the will of the Evincar of Rath, it's ruler. As more flowstone is made at the volcano, the plane expands.
This stuff sounds like it could be used in a similar manner. Image taking some cubic meters of material, and telling it to become the framework for a pouring concrete to make a building. Pour one section, let it dry, and have the goop move and create a second framework, and keep on adding as you like. Or just have the goop itself, if it could be made resilient enough, be the building. Need a new room? Just reconfigure the house, or get some more goop and add one.
Sounds fun.
While I love data structures and the theory of data storage on modern machines, please, NULL TERMINATION is not something that is hard.
Please, Null Terminate your strings.
For Great Justice.
I meant to say 'Computer Science Taught Me.' I was debating saying 'Computer Science ga ai wo oshiete kureta,' but I don't think pr0n counts for these things.
Eigen vaterland, eigen leib: NetBSD!
Shi! Shi!
Sumimasen! Sumimasen!
Sumi sumi!
*Has a heart attack, dies, falls over, knocks the *BSD box into the bathtub*
Amen. I'm 19. I was pulled out of High School a few months after the fallout from Columbine due to threats against my person, and put into home schooling. I never finished my home schooling.
I now live in Gainesville, Flordia, with my uncle, a CS Major at UF, and his girlfriend, an Anthro graduate from UF. I'm going to be attending either the University of Florida or the local Community College soon (because after 2 years in the CC UF can't keep me out.) Saturday I went to go take the GED.
Highschool is utter bollox. I could have passed the GED in the Sixth Grade, it was that low level. The hardest problems on it were poorly worded. The hardest math problem on the entire thing, and I believe I'm violating the contract I took my taking the test in saying this, but who cares, was finding the distance between two points on a graph!
And the formula for that was in the front of the book along with the formulas needed to solve many of the other math problems in the test. Half of the formulas were never used -- no problems required them.
High School exists for one reason and one reason only: It has inertia. It lumbers forwards, in the same direction it always has, like a rock hurtling through deep space, and will continue to do so until an outside force acts upon it.
High School is a popularity contest that 'teaches students how the real world works.' But upon further examination, High School isn't the real world, nor how it works. In the real world, if some testosterone bound muscle-head slams you into a locker, they goto jail, not get suspended for as little as three days.
High School is an institution that needs to be done away with as quickly as possible.
We wore protective gear, in the beginning, when our swords were not very sharp, well made ones, consisting of three or four thick wool sweaters under boiled leather.
Then, when we began to purchase better made weaponry, we came to realise, through certain accidents, that it was time to upgrade our armor to 16 guage butted steel chain, and then to 15 gauge riveted steel chain, the production of which took a great deal of time, and we probably could be shown to have hurt ourselves more making it that we would have if we had gone without.
Eventually we got to the point where most of our accidents were exactly that: accidents. My friend Josh, who was 17 years old at the time and had 10 years of experience with kendo, fencing, and other western styles of combat, had great enough control to bring a blade to a complete stop touching an object without ever actually imparting any inertia to the object. However, when someone suddenly trips, or a sword snaps, or a shield is splintered, or you lose a few links in your hauberk, you will be injured.
I refer to the fact that select() on a Linux machine alters the timeval struct when it returns. Quoth the man page:
select() should probably have been designed to return the time remaining from the original timeout, if any, by modifying the time value in place. Even though
some systems stupidly act in this different way, it is unlikely this semantic will ever be commonly implemented, as the change causes massive source code compatibility problems. Furthermore, recent new standards have dictated the current behaviour.
I use NetBSD. I am posting this from a NetBSD 2.0 box, X11R6 running, with icewm, viewing/. with Mozilla Firefox. I am neither stoner nor alcoholic.
I'm psychotic. Please get it right next time. After all, one has to be psychotic after seeing what GNU/Linux have done to the world of Unices. Like the select() call for example. Don't get me started.
/me starts foaming at the mouth and falls over dead, knocking the NetBSD box into the bathtub
As someone who has spent about 4 years of his life off and on practicing swordsmanship with real, sharp, pointy swords, often in the middle of the night and half drunk, let me tell you this, sir.
If you're not arriving via the Emergency Entrance, you shouldn't be there.
And no matter how clean the cut on your sixteen year old friend's arm is that severed a major blood throughfare, you can always tell them it was a band saw accident.
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I'm not paying you to think, son, I'm paying you to keep your meaty carcass between me and the enemy's bullets!
I love it when /. posts an article only for me to see 'Nothing to see here.' for a minute.
On the Other Hand, Only TWO DVDS?
I better get to Wiki and start writing pages all about the writing Fan Fiction!
Maybe /. should have a '+1, Horrifyingly Humourous?'
If the ability to know the Square Root of Pi makes one God, does that mean Mike was right the whole time? "Thou art God?"
So, how long do we think it will be exactly until the Google Pidgeon Clusters become self aware and begin to correlate all this data only to come up with 42, and a recipe for a nice cup of tea?
Man, if there is one thing I learned from my hobby of swordfighting, it's that nothing, but nothing, can get a pint of your best friend's blood out of a white talbard. Nothing, that is, except fire. The same fire you burn all the other incriminating evidence in.
You should look at that map again. By simply eyeballing it and moving my mouse around Wyoming, I, a mere man, can easily tell it holds true.
You sinners will experience the most complete death of all! The Great Heat Death! For Kelvin is Lord!
Your heresy in not believing in the Phlogiston is unnacceptable to the Great Lord Kelvin, Giver of Laws, who, because he Loves us, and wants to Convserve our Souls from Entropy, Came to Us as a Man, who is the Second Wrangler and the Senior Wrangler, to Give us His Laws!
Shame on you, preaching this heresy!
There are certain several day long LARP events where you can rob the other players. Which means you have to go with friends or find someone to group up with, and someone has to do a night watch. Just like you have to do in real life, or in an RPG where the DM/GM is sapient.
That is all. Er, actually, could I get a +5 insightful? Just wondering.
I boycott reality everyday, too. It's called EverQuest Server Emulation.
On a somewhat related tangent, in the Magic: the Gathering Universe you have an artifical dimension called Rath. At the center of Rath is a volcano that spews out a material called flowstone. Flowstone is what makes up virtually all of the plane of Rath. It's a material that can assume any shape, and changes shape according to the will of the Evincar of Rath, it's ruler. As more flowstone is made at the volcano, the plane expands. This stuff sounds like it could be used in a similar manner. Image taking some cubic meters of material, and telling it to become the framework for a pouring concrete to make a building. Pour one section, let it dry, and have the goop move and create a second framework, and keep on adding as you like. Or just have the goop itself, if it could be made resilient enough, be the building. Need a new room? Just reconfigure the house, or get some more goop and add one. Sounds fun.
While I love data structures and the theory of data storage on modern machines, please, NULL TERMINATION is not something that is hard. Please, Null Terminate your strings. For Great Justice.
What do you mean, something wrong? It's installing all my Malware just fine!
I meant to say 'Computer Science Taught Me.' I was debating saying 'Computer Science ga ai wo oshiete kureta,' but I don't think pr0n counts for these things.
Eigen vaterland, eigen leib: NetBSD! Shi! Shi! Sumimasen! Sumimasen! Sumi sumi! *Has a heart attack, dies, falls over, knocks the *BSD box into the bathtub*
Nien! Iie! Baka! Leib, Mien Leib! You let the damn secret out of the bag! Computer Science ga oshiete kureta ka... ne
Zeno?! Empedocles? Is it you? It's me, Aristeas of Marmora! I've brought the Funions and Mountain Dew!
It runs BSD because Linux has some issues with the select() call. Look it up in the man pages.
Let us not forget that a Tween is someone who is between the ages of 20 and 29, inclusive. Didn't the Lord of the Rings teach us this?
Amen. I'm 19. I was pulled out of High School a few months after the fallout from Columbine due to threats against my person, and put into home schooling. I never finished my home schooling.
I now live in Gainesville, Flordia, with my uncle, a CS Major at UF, and his girlfriend, an Anthro graduate from UF. I'm going to be attending either the University of Florida or the local Community College soon (because after 2 years in the CC UF can't keep me out.) Saturday I went to go take the GED.
Highschool is utter bollox. I could have passed the GED in the Sixth Grade, it was that low level. The hardest problems on it were poorly worded. The hardest math problem on the entire thing, and I believe I'm violating the contract I took my taking the test in saying this, but who cares, was finding the distance between two points on a graph!
And the formula for that was in the front of the book along with the formulas needed to solve many of the other math problems in the test. Half of the formulas were never used -- no problems required them.
High School exists for one reason and one reason only: It has inertia. It lumbers forwards, in the same direction it always has, like a rock hurtling through deep space, and will continue to do so until an outside force acts upon it.
High School is a popularity contest that 'teaches students how the real world works.' But upon further examination, High School isn't the real world, nor how it works. In the real world, if some testosterone bound muscle-head slams you into a locker, they goto jail, not get suspended for as little as three days.
High School is an institution that needs to be done away with as quickly as possible.
We wore protective gear, in the beginning, when our swords were not very sharp, well made ones, consisting of three or four thick wool sweaters under boiled leather.
Then, when we began to purchase better made weaponry, we came to realise, through certain accidents, that it was time to upgrade our armor to 16 guage butted steel chain, and then to 15 gauge riveted steel chain, the production of which took a great deal of time, and we probably could be shown to have hurt ourselves more making it that we would have if we had gone without.
Eventually we got to the point where most of our accidents were exactly that: accidents. My friend Josh, who was 17 years old at the time and had 10 years of experience with kendo, fencing, and other western styles of combat, had great enough control to bring a blade to a complete stop touching an object without ever actually imparting any inertia to the object. However, when someone suddenly trips, or a sword snaps, or a shield is splintered, or you lose a few links in your hauberk, you will be injured.
I refer to the fact that select() on a Linux machine alters the timeval struct when it returns. Quoth the man page:
Emphasis mine.
I use NetBSD. I am posting this from a NetBSD 2.0 box, X11R6 running, with icewm, viewing /. with Mozilla Firefox. I am neither stoner nor alcoholic.
I'm psychotic. Please get it right next time. After all, one has to be psychotic after seeing what GNU/Linux have done to the world of Unices. Like the select() call for example. Don't get me started.
As someone who has spent about 4 years of his life off and on practicing swordsmanship with real, sharp, pointy swords, often in the middle of the night and half drunk, let me tell you this, sir.
If you're not arriving via the Emergency Entrance, you shouldn't be there.
And no matter how clean the cut on your sixteen year old friend's arm is that severed a major blood throughfare, you can always tell them it was a band saw accident.