"Then again, simple RWX letters along the side might be sufficient for advanced users."
The CLI might be sufficient for advanced users. That's probably not Nautilus' core target audience. See, money's to be made here, but only if and when Joe User can figure out how to run Linux (or at least the GUI that keeps Joe User from having to deal with the innards!)
That said, I think the icons are purdy. If only they had the GUI equivalent of command-line completion...;)
The stylized folders are nice, and the overlays are clean and intuitive, i.e. broken pencil for (I assume) files w/o write access, the blue megaphone to indicate a playable sound file, and the broken glasses to indicate that the user doesn't have read access to certain files.
(While the latter may make the average user happy, the image of broken glasses is likely to make many fellow geeks cringe.;-)
"And we should all keep cows and skip the fucking middleman who keps (sic) the price of milk so high."
That's the spirit! Let's all boycott commercial music-- we can all buy our own kazoos, electric accordions and ukeleles and cheerfully warble folk tunes to our hearts' content, each in our own key...
{Picks up electric ukelele (with MIDI support)}
"Jooooooooin us now and shaaaaare the softwaaaare...."
The Teddy Bear That Knows Your Name - What purpose would this serve? Maybe useful as a witness to murder trials..
Judge: "Who killed Mr. Jones?"
Teddy Bear (Eyes Light Up With Murderous Glee): "BOB!"
The Lawn that Never Needs Mowing - I think they have this at stadiums already... it's called 'astroturf'... it's also useful for promoting your company's "Freedom to Imitate^H^H^H^H^H^H^HInnovate".
The Makeup that Changes Your Identity - Isn't that what makeup is for... to change your identity to that of a slightly-less-ugly version of yourself?
The Car That Won't Crash - Does it run Linux, or BSD?
The Jet that Sees The Runway - Already does... so do all the passengers as they scream loudly in a futile attempt to wake the pilot up.
The Train You're Never Late For - Why not just invent the "Person Who's Never Late For a Train". Making trains is hard... making people is a lot more fun!
The Mind that Moves Objects - My mind already does that... first, it commands my hand to move, which in turn can manipulate almost any object!
The Mall Where Every Price is Negotiable - It's called a "Bazaar". We've had those since ancient times, and they still exist in some form in many third-world countries. It's a sobering thought to realize that the ancients and the third world are 10 years more advanced than we are!
The Weatherman Who Is Always Right - "Smoggy Tuesday, with a chance of Acid Rain".. Honestly now, by 2010 who will actually go outside in the first place? Better to invent domed cities so weather forecasts are irrelevant!
The Scanner That Will Run Your Kitchen - Dammit! I'll run my own kitchen, thank-you-very-much! None of this "Man vs. Machine" struggle in my house!
The Tongue With Perfect Taste - I've already got one, and it tells me that the three highest forms of food in the Universe are Beef Fried Rice, Lemon Chicken, and Frosted Lucky Charms (They're Magically Delicious!)
The Gun That Won't Kill Anybody - Does it squirt water when you squeeze the trigger?
The Detective that Every Jury Believes - Come on! Juries will believe anything. If you're ever on trial by jury, just remember that your life hangs in the hands of twelve people who weren't smart enough to get out of jury duty!
The Surveillance Camera That Picks Out the Bad Guys - Okay... I'm guessing that the one with the ski mask and the pistol who's holding up the cashier... might be the one you're looking for. I doubt that any machines we're likely to produce any time soon will come close to predicting human behavior as accurately as a properly trained human. Mentats, anyone?
The Suit That Makes You Feel As Good as Prozac - What a useless invention! Call me back when you invent the Shorts and T-shirt that make me feel as good as Prozac! Of course, whenever a tight pair of shorts and t-shirt are on a hot member of the female species nearby, I do feel as good as Prozac! Anyway, what's this suit do that Prozac doesn't? (Besides keeping you from being stark raving naked)
The Daytrader That Puts Your Mind At Ease - So, basically one who's not likely to go crazy and shoot up a nearby trading office, right?
The Code That Can't Be Broken - I've got one right here:
Nobody's ever gonna extract any useful message out of that one, not you, not me, not its intended recipient! Beat that, Future!
The Only Book You'll Ever Need to Read - I nominate Dune.
The Document That Can't Be Forged - Puh-leeze... the Babylonians had that... they used a protective clay envelope around the original cuneiform tablet, with an identical copy original message written and sealed in duplicate on the front of the envelope. If the clay envelope were broken, the document was no good.
The Genetic Report Card That Will Tell You If Your Embryo Will Get Prostate Cancer - Not too many embryos get prostate cancer... usually it's middle-aged men.
The Bathroom Where You Can Give Yourself a Daily Brain Scan - Just remember to press the button marked "Scan", NOT the one marked "Flush"!
The Severed Limb That Regrows Itself - I'd rather have the body that regrows its severed limbs...
The Coach Who Will Put You In the Zone - Of course, by this time the Official World Sport will be Quake XIV...
The Watch That Is Your Lifeline to the World - Ever lost a watch? How 'bout losing the "Watch That Is Your Lifeline to the World"? Not a pretty thought, is it?
The Phone That Puts New York in Montana - Who in their right mind would want to do that?!
The Dead Celebrity Who Comes Back to Life - Elvis?
The Blind Date Who Is Your Destiny - Or at least, so says the mutual friend who sets the two of you up on the date in the first place!
The Company Where Everybody's a Temp - You mean that they'll still have Microsoft in 10 years?!
The Elevator You Never Have to Wait For - Suuuure... next thing you know they'll invent one that you never have to wait for and gets you some exercise while you're in it!
(Hint: they're called "Stairs".)
The French Fry That Will Save Your Life - by giving your worst enemy a fatal heart attack?
The Doctor That Floats in Your Bloodstream - Aren't those called "white blood cells"?
The Genius Who Sticks Around Forever - Like the talking celebrity heads-in-a-jar on Futurama?
There's probably some race of silicon-based extraterrestrials out there, looking at all these planets, thinking, "We must be the only life in the Universe... ours is the only planet we've found without an abundance of that horrible, poisonous, life-quenching water!"
astronomers are concluding that monstrous black holes weren't simply born big but instead grew on a measured diet of gas and stars controlled by their host galaxies in the early formative years of the universe.
Great... I can just picture a black hole support group.
Black Hole 1: Hi, I'm Globulax, Swallower of Galaxies... I've been a black hole for billions of years.
Rest of Black Holes (seated on uncomfortable folding chairs): Hi, Globulax!
Black Hole 2: It's okay... we're all Black Holes here... nobody's judging you...
Globulax: <sniffle> Well, I wasn't born big... I was raised on a measured diet of gas and stars controlled by my host galaxy...
Black Hole 2: Don't worry... with time, you'll learn to control your cravings...go on... it's good to let these emotions out...
Globulax: I feel so unwanted... so unloved... even light tries to escape my event horizon... <sob>... and... and... scientists aren't sure if I even exist!Waaaaaaaaaaaaahhhhhhh!!!
Black Hole 2: There, there. It's okay, Globulax. Come on, everybody, let's all give Globulax a big group hug!
The Black Holes sympathetically converge near Globulax. Unfortunately, their gravity is too strong, and they swallow each other into one ultra-massive Super Hole, whose gravity gobbles up everything in the vicinity and rips a large tract of spacetime to shreds...
Black Holes (in unison): Oops!
Black Hole 2: Great... there go our folding chairs...
My point is that this is a business model that requires that there be "suckers", because no-one with a clue would be willing to pay for the service, since they could just wait for some other sucker to come along, and then freeload.
So?
With the traditional sucker birthrate of 1 per minute, this business model will never wear out.
Don't worry--even the "Information Age" has done little to harm the sucker ecosystem, and with the "New Economy", suckers are thriving, with a new sucker born every second!
Wow... with odds this good, I ought to run for Congress!
Perhaps "enslavement" in the physical sense sounds too paranoid, but I still think they exert a degree of control over our lives beyond what can be morally and ethically taken by any government that represents itself as "by the people, of the people, and for the people."
Slashdot Mirror
This guy really rocks
But his job will be replaced
By a small shell script
I'll have to start a metaSlashdot so I can give Slashdot a (+1, Funny)
This calls for a Haiku:
I can see much more
With my bionic peepers
Voyeurism's fun.
(Okay, now the thread is officially Kosher)
God bless you, MortimerK! You're right on the money.
So can I, mostly because gnats don't carry pistols.
There are enough bizarre, hidden things in that game to make almost any other adventure game look incredibly shallow in comparison.
If you're gonna mod it down, at least have some class and call it "flamebait"!
("I swear... it was a controlled burning!")
Are you sure they didn't just burn down?
The CLI might be sufficient for advanced users. That's probably not Nautilus' core target audience. See, money's to be made here, but only if and when Joe User can figure out how to run Linux (or at least the GUI that keeps Joe User from having to deal with the innards!)
That said, I think the icons are purdy. If only they had the GUI equivalent of command-line completion... ;)
(While the latter may make the average user happy, the image of broken glasses is likely to make many fellow geeks cringe. ;-)
That's the spirit! Let's all boycott commercial music-- we can all buy our own kazoos, electric accordions and ukeleles and cheerfully warble folk tunes to our hearts' content, each in our own key...
{Picks up electric ukelele (with MIDI support)}
All together now!
Is it just me, or does it strike anybody else that there's something very, erm, down-right disturbing about the title of this article?
For example:
Judge: "Who killed Mr. Jones?"
Teddy Bear (Eyes Light Up With Murderous Glee): "BOB!"
asdfjasdfhalvbbdnlfkhghfdsklgjhasdkrjw;ls40985u394 shafkjh4w5jh3q2w4oiuw4oiusdf8-0uear543u!
Nobody's ever gonna extract any useful message out of that one, not you, not me, not its intended recipient! Beat that, Future!
(Hint: they're called "Stairs".)
Oh, don't tell me now there's some other place with the same name!
Erm... are you sure you didn't mean to go to this thread instead?
There's probably some race of silicon-based extraterrestrials out there, looking at all these planets, thinking, "We must be the only life in the Universe... ours is the only planet we've found without an abundance of that horrible, poisonous, life-quenching water!"
Same sentiment. Different finger.
Judge: "Hmm... this company deserves a (Score: -1, Monopoly)!"
Sorry, couldn't resist...
Great... I can just picture a black hole support group.
Black Hole 1: Hi, I'm Globulax, Swallower of Galaxies... I've been a black hole for billions of years.
Rest of Black Holes (seated on uncomfortable folding chairs): Hi, Globulax!
Black Hole 2: It's okay... we're all Black Holes here... nobody's judging you...
Globulax: <sniffle> Well, I wasn't born big... I was raised on a measured diet of gas and stars controlled by my host galaxy...
Black Hole 2: Don't worry... with time, you'll learn to control your cravings...go on... it's good to let these emotions out...
Globulax: I feel so unwanted... so unloved... even light tries to escape my event horizon... <sob>... and... and... scientists aren't sure if I even exist! Waaaaaaaaaaaaahhhhhhh!!!
Black Hole 2: There, there. It's okay, Globulax. Come on, everybody, let's all give Globulax a big group hug!
The Black Holes sympathetically converge near Globulax. Unfortunately, their gravity is too strong, and they swallow each other into one ultra-massive Super Hole, whose gravity gobbles up everything in the vicinity and rips a large tract of spacetime to shreds...
Black Holes (in unison): Oops!
Black Hole 2: Great... there go our folding chairs...
No, it merely allows you to automagically "avert your eyes" if you so choose.
The articles are still there for everyone else to see, which is why it is not censorship, in any sense of the word.
Unless, of course, you're the Bugblatter Beast of Traal, in which case maybe it really isn't there if you can't see it...
So?
With the traditional sucker birthrate of 1 per minute, this business model will never wear out.
Don't worry--even the "Information Age" has done little to harm the sucker ecosystem, and with the "New Economy", suckers are thriving, with a new sucker born every second!
Wow... with odds this good, I ought to run for Congress!
I guess this means that it's time to move to Sealand!
Adbusters' article on "Ecological Economics".
Perhaps "enslavement" in the physical sense sounds too paranoid, but I still think they exert a degree of control over our lives beyond what can be morally and ethically taken by any government that represents itself as "by the people, of the people, and for the people."
And how would that help current governments retain their hold on power? If anything, they enslave us through our collective stupidity.