Dear Blessed, I am writing you from Europa deeep ocean cause I halve heard you have Jen Rus heart and a sound mined.
I am in ployed at the Banke of Europah as Estate Officer. Recently, highlee respected microbe, Sister d-R81, passed away with kno known daughter celles. Through good fortune and rewards for acts of kindeness, she gathered many microgrammes of sulfur during her blessed lyffe time. No Body has bean forward to claim her Estate for Six (6 )months she hs passed. Her Estate will be absorbed soon , with no Benefisheeary. She would have want it to be past to Sum Body to do good acts with and it will be wasteful to abzorb.
Since your govment do not know yet of our existent, there is no risk too you. You will keep Sixty ( 6 0)per centage of sulfur that works out to 35.4 microgramms. I will collect theremainder when I have rode to yur plant on your spacecraft Galileo. My jupiter friend on Jupiter sent me that they have found this craft deliverd right to them.
Do not bee concrnd word. I will be Benevolent dict-ator. Sulfuric economy be flourashing.
Send yor contact lens numbers and sulfur banque code with which to strat transacshin now.
Competition in the free market only really works when competing products are considered to be interchangeable. Unfortunately, the music-consuming public, and much of the on-line music industry, haven't yet caught on that there are alternative, independent sources of good music. Because the entire music delivery system has been built around the big labels for decades, it will require a significant push by on-line music retailers and pull by consumers to shift the industry away from the monolithic model toward a more broadly independent and distributed model. Indeed, the big labels increasingly resemble a cartel (e.g., the RIAA business and their negotiations with on-line retailers) when it should be moving the other way.
My fans are pretty well-behaved. Sometimes they'll say "hi" to me on the street, but they're almost always too shy to tell me that they recognize me from the photos on my blog. Occasionally, my more enthusiastic fans will take time out of their workdays to send me fan mail, often exclaiming that I'm "Super lucky!" or "Pre-qualified!". I do find it a bit creepy when my more ardent fans send me lists of all of the public places I've been in the past few weeks. Although I don't usually notice them when I'm out and about, some of them must get pretty close, as they've been keeping track of my spending habits.
Come to think of it, rising political stars often take advantage of the boost in self-confidence that comes with their new stature on the national stage to send me personalized greetings in the mail, praising our shared values and beliefs. Somehow, though, we always lose that special connection once they're in office.
Now I can find out everyone I knew who's died with Google archiving the obituaries.
I'm not sure why this was modded "Funny". If Google really is doing regional and local papers, given enough time and effort on Google's part, I may well be able to find stories and obits detailing the lives of relatives and grandparents with whom I never had the opportunity to talk.
Now, if Facebook gets in on this action, things could get a little bit creepy. I don't look forward to being cyber-stalked by the dead.
1. Guy/girl does something goofy in 70s as a teenager.
2. Gets covered by local news (at that time).
3. Google digitises that news.
4. Now CEO (then guy/girl) is suddenly let go.
I envision Girls Gone Wild: Damage Control seminars, where now-ex-CEOs can shell out a thousand bucks to find out how to get their lives back on track. Just imagine the crazy, late night infomercials!
It's like ordering "a bottle of red" at The Olive Garden and getting a rare 1940 barolo priced at $20,000.
That's an interesting analogy, but it suggests that the quality of the more expensive service was somehow better.
It's more closely akin to ordering your "bottle of red" at the Olive Garden, after which the wait staff issues a tender for bids for a $40 billion research project to invent a transporter beam, manufacturer a pair of transporter platforms, charters an entire container ship to deliver one pad to an Australia winery, and pays the winery $20,000 to put a bottle of wine on the platform and press the big red button.
Of course, you could probably argue that this would actually be a lower level of service seeing as how it would likely take 150 years for you to get your wine. I'm not sure you could survive on the Olive Garden's endless soup and salad for quite that long without some kind of horrible malnutrition-related disease.
And I didn't even mention the quandary you'd be in if the bottle never actually re-materialized on this end. Someone with more quantum physics knowledge would have to comment on that.
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It did go the other way, and it got as far as the Court of Appeals.
FTFA:
A divided court upheld a lower court ruling that there was no publication in merely linking to content and therefore no liability.
It did not go the other way. Crookes was the one who appealed.
I'm a young person who would like to wave some (small amount) of money around.
Does anyone know who is taking action on this issue in Canada (aside from Michael Geist)?
I'd like to give them money.
Avid /. readers will know to immediately convert the area in kitchen tables (Kt) to Cities of Bristol (Cb).
1 Kt = 2.026e-8 Cb
Of course, NASA should take pains not to confuse Kt (area) and kt (speed).
Dear Blessed, I am writing you from Europa deeep ocean cause I halve heard you have Jen Rus heart and a sound mined.
I am in ployed at the Banke of Europah as Estate Officer. Recently, highlee respected microbe, Sister d-R81, passed away with kno known daughter celles. Through good fortune and rewards for acts of kindeness, she gathered many microgrammes of sulfur during her blessed lyffe time. No Body has bean forward to claim her Estate for Six (6 )months she hs passed. Her Estate will be absorbed soon , with no Benefisheeary. She would have want it to be past to Sum Body to do good acts with and it will be wasteful to abzorb.
Since your govment do not know yet of our existent, there is no risk too you. You will keep Sixty ( 6 0)per centage of sulfur that works out to 35.4 microgramms. I will collect theremainder when I have rode to yur plant on your spacecraft Galileo. My jupiter friend on Jupiter sent me that they have found this craft deliverd right to them.
Do not bee concrnd word. I will be Benevolent dict-ator. Sulfuric economy be flourashing.
Send yor contact lens numbers and sulfur banque code with which to strat transacshin now.
Sincerelty,
Royal Honnroble Emmannue^328*() 4532.4
Banke of Europa
Competition in the free market only really works when competing products are considered to be interchangeable. Unfortunately, the music-consuming public, and much of the on-line music industry, haven't yet caught on that there are alternative, independent sources of good music. Because the entire music delivery system has been built around the big labels for decades, it will require a significant push by on-line music retailers and pull by consumers to shift the industry away from the monolithic model toward a more broadly independent and distributed model. Indeed, the big labels increasingly resemble a cartel (e.g., the RIAA business and their negotiations with on-line retailers) when it should be moving the other way.
My fans are pretty well-behaved. Sometimes they'll say "hi" to me on the street, but they're almost always too shy to tell me that they recognize me from the photos on my blog. Occasionally, my more enthusiastic fans will take time out of their workdays to send me fan mail, often exclaiming that I'm "Super lucky!" or "Pre-qualified!". I do find it a bit creepy when my more ardent fans send me lists of all of the public places I've been in the past few weeks. Although I don't usually notice them when I'm out and about, some of them must get pretty close, as they've been keeping track of my spending habits.
Come to think of it, rising political stars often take advantage of the boost in self-confidence that comes with their new stature on the national stage to send me personalized greetings in the mail, praising our shared values and beliefs. Somehow, though, we always lose that special connection once they're in office.
If I unroll the tubes, I think I can I make the Internets flat enough to microfiche.
Now I can find out everyone I knew who's died with Google archiving the obituaries.
I'm not sure why this was modded "Funny". If Google really is doing regional and local papers, given enough time and effort on Google's part, I may well be able to find stories and obits detailing the lives of relatives and grandparents with whom I never had the opportunity to talk.
Now, if Facebook gets in on this action, things could get a little bit creepy. I don't look forward to being cyber-stalked by the dead.
My thirty-year, $50-billion plan to consolidate the microfiche market may well be in the shitter.
1. Guy/girl does something goofy in 70s as a teenager. 2. Gets covered by local news (at that time). 3. Google digitises that news. 4. Now CEO (then guy/girl) is suddenly let go.
I envision Girls Gone Wild: Damage Control seminars, where now-ex-CEOs can shell out a thousand bucks to find out how to get their lives back on track. Just imagine the crazy, late night infomercials!
It's like ordering "a bottle of red" at The Olive Garden and getting a rare 1940 barolo priced at $20,000.
That's an interesting analogy, but it suggests that the quality of the more expensive service was somehow better.
It's more closely akin to ordering your "bottle of red" at the Olive Garden, after which the wait staff issues a tender for bids for a $40 billion research project to invent a transporter beam, manufacturer a pair of transporter platforms, charters an entire container ship to deliver one pad to an Australia winery, and pays the winery $20,000 to put a bottle of wine on the platform and press the big red button.
Of course, you could probably argue that this would actually be a lower level of service seeing as how it would likely take 150 years for you to get your wine. I'm not sure you could survive on the Olive Garden's endless soup and salad for quite that long without some kind of horrible malnutrition-related disease.
And I didn't even mention the quandary you'd be in if the bottle never actually re-materialized on this end. Someone with more quantum physics knowledge would have to comment on that.