I faintly remember back in high school, when we had substitute teachers sometime. One was particularity dim, so most folks cut that class. I was in it, and the substitute teacher passed around a paper for all the students to sign in. There were three of us in the class, and about three hundred names were on the list that we passed back: "Who's Dick Hertz?", etc.
Students will always find a way to get around stuff like this . . . .
When I travel to the USA, and I am packing,I tend to just grab any device I might fathom that I would need, and toss it into the suitcase. PCMCIA Token Ring cards, ISDN cards, cables, chargers, just keep going. Do I need all that crap? No. But when I arrive, there is a nice white paper in the suitcase explaining that it was opened for "Security Reasons."
The poor security checker was probably thinking, "What the hell is he going to do with this garbage.... Token Ring, indeed!"
I tend to find that slipping myself into the Ruby Slippers from the Wicked Witch of the East, and saying, "There's no place like home!" works miracles.
And wearing the Ruby Slippers makes me feel so macho! Yee-haw!
Actually, where I live in Heidelberg, Germany (49.4167 Breitengrad), we had a serious aurora borealis a while back. And what was I doing? Scratching my hairy ass in in bed. The lights were so bright that folks called the police and thought that a chemical factory in nearby Ludwigshafen was on fire, or something.
Was that Shermans were never intended to take on German Tigers/Panthers one on one. This comment is buried somewhere in his biography about WW II: http://en.wikipedia.org/wiki/Omar_Bradley . Ike was pissed off when he learned that the latest Shermans, with the latest high velocity 76 mm were not enough to crack the German panzers, which were armed with 88 mm guns.
(yes, I know, penguins are antarctic; but the arctic doesn't have any birds nearly as iconic)
Did anyone ever try to transplant penguins from the Antarctic to the Arctic? It would be an interesting experiment, and definitely worth a Ig Nobel. On the other hand, when folks start transplanting animals into foreign environments, it always ends in tears. Ask someone in Australia about rabbits, or someone in Florida about pythons:
http://en.wikipedia.org/wiki/Rabbits_in_Australiahttp://en.wikipedia.org/wiki/Burmese_Pythons_in_Florida
Way back in the early 80's, an old, wise Princeton professor complained about this new trend of students constantly wearing Walkmans. His comment was, "They seem to think that life must have a soundtrack album, like a film."
Another comment was about the trend to wear long black coats, or sectional down jackets: "They either try to look like Raskolnikov or hand grenades."
Nowadays, when I'm out and about, most of the younger folks seem to be "tuned in." To the extent that they cannot hear a car honking at them when they ride their bikes through a red light.
I would seriously pay big money that I usually spend on vacation to visit that place, and be able to throw the "on" switch. Preferably, a Dr. Frankenstein style switch.
But, before I throw the switch, I need to play the audio:
"Little pig, little pig, let me come in!"
"Not by the hair on my chinny-chin-chin!"
"Then I'll huff, and I'll puff, and I'll blow your house in"
Have you tried simply putting up a "No flyers please" sticker ?
This works too well where I live: my girlfriend didn't receive her IKEA catalog, one "flier" that she wanted. So she took the sticker off our mailbox.
People here who deliver fliers tend to be unemployed, trying to make a few Euros with honest grunt work. So I have a heart for them, and don't mind tossing the 139th pizza service flier into the recycling bin.
However, if the postal service starts conniving with Google to deliver fliers here, the sticker will go up again.
The moon men announced that they are diplomatically officially in a "huff" with the Earth, and that no rare Earth metals would be shipped from the Moon to the Earth.
Off the record, sources close to the moon men said, "Get your own damn rare metals from your own planet!"
Sources to close for comfort to NASA officials have commented, "Do we have to bomb the Moon again, until they get it?"
Teri = Your
MaKi = Mother's
Chooth = Derogatory word for Vagina
Yes, folks should use more polite terms, like, "Pussy Galore" (James Bond), or "Alotta Fagina" (Austin Powers).
Does anyone else have other examples of international super spies having sidekicks, whose names are euphemisms for female genitalia?
Oh, and good luck to India on this project. Although one could argue that the money would have been better spent on social infrastructure projects, I believe that high tech projects like this tend to "bootstrap" countries.
... that Irish Stew is property of Ireland Heritage. Any pictures of a bowl of Irish Stew belong to Ireland Heritage. People distributing recipes for Irish Stew are in violation. Private folks are allowed to make Irish Stew at home, provided that they pay the appropriate Irish Stew license fees to Irish Heritage.
A working group at Irish Heritage is now finalizing a similar policy for "The Humble Spud."
From the one that I saw today on TV, where all the MPs and subjects were getting their bowels in an uproar over proposed cuts. Because, in the words of the PM, "we ain't got no money for nuthin'!"
Oh, a big boondoggle surveillance project? "Sure, mista, we got cash for that!"
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I faintly remember back in high school, when we had substitute teachers sometime. One was particularity dim, so most folks cut that class. I was in it, and the substitute teacher passed around a paper for all the students to sign in. There were three of us in the class, and about three hundred names were on the list that we passed back: "Who's Dick Hertz?", etc.
Students will always find a way to get around stuff like this . . . .
When I travel to the USA, and I am packing,I tend to just grab any device I might fathom that I would need, and toss it into the suitcase. PCMCIA Token Ring cards, ISDN cards, cables, chargers, just keep going. Do I need all that crap? No. But when I arrive, there is a nice white paper in the suitcase explaining that it was opened for "Security Reasons."
The poor security checker was probably thinking, "What the hell is he going to do with this garbage .... Token Ring, indeed!"
should be more careful what they wish for
I tend to find that slipping myself into the Ruby Slippers from the Wicked Witch of the East, and saying, "There's no place like home!" works miracles.
And wearing the Ruby Slippers makes me feel so macho! Yee-haw!
Actually, where I live in Heidelberg, Germany (49.4167 Breitengrad), we had a serious aurora borealis a while back. And what was I doing? Scratching my hairy ass in in bed. The lights were so bright that folks called the police and thought that a chemical factory in nearby Ludwigshafen was on fire, or something.
And I missed it all . . . shit!
What!?!? No Dark Star references?
[Doolittle convinces the bomb not to explode]
Doolittle: Hello, Bomb? Are you with me?
Bomb #20: Of course.
Doolittle: Are you willing to entertain a few concepts?
Bomb #20: I am always receptive to suggestions.
Doolittle: Fine. Think about this then. How do you know you exist?
Bomb #20: Well, of course I exist.
Doolittle: But how do you know you exist?
Bomb #20: It is intuitively obvious.
Doolittle: Intuition is no proof. What concrete evidence do you have that you exist?
Bomb #20: Hmmmm... well... I think, therefore I am.
Doolittle: That's good. That's very good. But how do you know that anything else exists?
Bomb #20: My sensory apparatus reveals it to me. This is fun.
Pinback wants the bomb to disarm]
Pinback: All right, bomb. Prepare to receive new orders.
Bomb#20: You are false data.
Pinback: Hmmm?
Bomb #20: Therefore I shall ignore you.
Pinback: Hello... bomb?
Bomb #20: False data can act only as a distraction. Therefore, I shall refuse to perceive.
Pinback: Hey, bomb?
Bomb #20: The only thing that exists is myself.
Pinback: Snap out of it, bomb.
Was that Shermans were never intended to take on German Tigers/Panthers one on one. This comment is buried somewhere in his biography about WW II: http://en.wikipedia.org/wiki/Omar_Bradley . Ike was pissed off when he learned that the latest Shermans, with the latest high velocity 76 mm were not enough to crack the German panzers, which were armed with 88 mm guns.
Bradley's book http://www.amazon.com/Soldiers-Story-Modern-Library-War/dp/0375754210 is interesting, and actually reads like a management text.
I was thinking more along the lines of this: http://www.estesrockets.com/
Hey, at least they get something up in the air . . .
Now, if Estes brings out a NASA PowerPC Mars lander . . . I'm buying!
When installing software, always choose "default (recommended)." This policy also applies to voting.
CNN is about to have a special about "default" candidates . . .
It was these folks: http://en.wikipedia.org/wiki/Symbionese_Liberation_Army
Most of them are working posthumously . . .
(yes, I know, penguins are antarctic; but the arctic doesn't have any birds nearly as iconic)
Did anyone ever try to transplant penguins from the Antarctic to the Arctic? It would be an interesting experiment, and definitely worth a Ig Nobel. On the other hand, when folks start transplanting animals into foreign environments, it always ends in tears. Ask someone in Australia about rabbits, or someone in Florida about pythons: http://en.wikipedia.org/wiki/Rabbits_in_Australia http://en.wikipedia.org/wiki/Burmese_Pythons_in_Florida
IBM says it has patented a natural disaster. (I just truncated the summary text).
Any countries experiencing natural disasters would have to pay patent fees.
"Yo! You want emergency relief help? You pay your patent fees first!"
Way back in the early 80's, an old, wise Princeton professor complained about this new trend of students constantly wearing Walkmans. His comment was, "They seem to think that life must have a soundtrack album, like a film."
Another comment was about the trend to wear long black coats, or sectional down jackets: "They either try to look like Raskolnikov or hand grenades."
Nowadays, when I'm out and about, most of the younger folks seem to be "tuned in." To the extent that they cannot hear a car honking at them when they ride their bikes through a red light.
. . . whatever the ITU is . . .
The ITU http://en.wikipedia.org/wiki/International_Telecommunication_Union is pretty damn important. They define all sorts of worldwide standards for the telecommunication industry.
If you visit Geneva, take a walk by their headquarters.
"A Method and Process of using Linux to do Stuff with Things."
World domination follows . . .
What happened to IPv5?
It was the ST2 protocol: http://www.faqs.org/rfcs/rfc1819.html
Never went anywhere.
I would seriously pay big money that I usually spend on vacation to visit that place, and be able to throw the "on" switch. Preferably, a Dr. Frankenstein style switch.
But, before I throw the switch, I need to play the audio:
"Little pig, little pig, let me come in!"
"Not by the hair on my chinny-chin-chin!"
"Then I'll huff, and I'll puff, and I'll blow your house in"
Have you tried simply putting up a "No flyers please" sticker ?
This works too well where I live: my girlfriend didn't receive her IKEA catalog, one "flier" that she wanted. So she took the sticker off our mailbox.
People here who deliver fliers tend to be unemployed, trying to make a few Euros with honest grunt work. So I have a heart for them, and don't mind tossing the 139th pizza service flier into the recycling bin.
However, if the postal service starts conniving with Google to deliver fliers here, the sticker will go up again.
The moon men announced that they are diplomatically officially in a "huff" with the Earth, and that no rare Earth metals would be shipped from the Moon to the Earth.
Off the record, sources close to the moon men said, "Get your own damn rare metals from your own planet!"
Sources to close for comfort to NASA officials have commented, "Do we have to bomb the Moon again, until they get it?"
Teri = Your MaKi = Mother's Chooth = Derogatory word for Vagina
Yes, folks should use more polite terms, like, "Pussy Galore" (James Bond), or "Alotta Fagina" (Austin Powers).
Does anyone else have other examples of international super spies having sidekicks, whose names are euphemisms for female genitalia?
Oh, and good luck to India on this project. Although one could argue that the money would have been better spent on social infrastructure projects, I believe that high tech projects like this tend to "bootstrap" countries.
... that Irish Stew is property of Ireland Heritage. Any pictures of a bowl of Irish Stew belong to Ireland Heritage. People distributing recipes for Irish Stew are in violation. Private folks are allowed to make Irish Stew at home, provided that they pay the appropriate Irish Stew license fees to Irish Heritage.
A working group at Irish Heritage is now finalizing a similar policy for "The Humble Spud."
Maybe free hot dogs from NY street vendors for their employees. This would definitely be a mission for these guys: http://improveverywhere.com/
Armies of folks converge somewhere in NYC, wearing Microsoft T-Shirts, and demand their free hot dogs. And then disappear.
Actually, the trick would probably work better if the folks had iPhone / IPad / iWhatever T-Shirts . . .
An old NYC saying says, "A hot dog vendor, and his hot dog, are not easily parted . . . without a cash payment, or a bare knuckles fist fight."
From the one that I saw today on TV, where all the MPs and subjects were getting their bowels in an uproar over proposed cuts. Because, in the words of the PM, "we ain't got no money for nuthin'!"
Oh, a big boondoggle surveillance project? "Sure, mista, we got cash for that!"
When I was a boy, we lived in the landing gear of a crashed Spitfire! . . .
For all I know, it might need a hundred of centimeter long antenna's spread across the entire length of my yard. Would THAT make a dish obsolete?
Well, think of that antenna array as being punji sticks: http://en.wikipedia.org/wiki/Punji_stick
No need to scream "Get off my lawn!" anymore.
Just let the buzzards pick up the carcasses . . .
I guess that I was thinking more on the likes of Jon Postel: http://en.wikipedia.org/wiki/Jon_Postel
But no one on Slashdot is old enough to know who he was :-)