Everyone I know, including left-handed and ambidextrous people, use their mouse with the right hand.
Both my GF and I are lefties, and we both "mouse" with our right hands. She is a graphics artist, so that is even more amazing, because when she draws on paper, she only uses her left hand. However, as I was growing up as a lefty, I recognized that some things were easier with my right hand. Like scissors, or dialing an old style wheel telephone. I play racket sports with my left hand (which freaks some people out where I live), but for instance, I play Frisbee with my right.
I think most lefties that I know have learned how to deal with a right hand world.
I have had to show an ID to get M rated games from stores here in Texas
Texans seem to take age limits very seriously. I was often in Austin on business trips. On one, I bought a pack of cigarettes at a gas station for my GF, who tagged along on the trip. I was over 30 at the time, and the attendant asked me for ID. While I was a bit confused, I asked him if I didn't look old enough. He said that he was required to ask anyone, who looks younger that 26 for an ID, and that failure to do so would lose him his job. I laughed and told him that I lived in central Europe, and was only visiting Texas, so I didn't know. He quipped back, "You're living is Russia now!"
I was also carded buying cigars, for myself, and at a bar with work colleagues. I was the last to walk in, and when the bouncer carded me, those Texan colleagues let out shrieks and yowls of laughter, that would have waked the dead. The bouncer just looked at my ID, shrugged, and chuckled.
My mother did the US citizen thing, because my parents' lawyer advised her to do that. Something about taxing inheritance more on foreigners, or something like that.
We'd be like the Linux of algae – do-it-yourself with low-cost materials and shared information.' And one of the low-cost materials is your household urine.
So, like I start going down on the bitch, and complain that she tastes like algae and household urine. And then she quips, "But it runs Linux!"
The Tweet reads, "Here may be found the last Tweet of Tommy Christopher. He who is valiant and pure of spirit may find me in the Hospital of Aaauuuggghhh... "
What?
He must have died while tweeting it.
Look, if he was dying, he wouldn't have bothered to tweet 'Aaaauuuggghhhh'. He'd just say it.
. . . etc . . .
What I don't understand, is why the hospital staff lets someone with a serious medical condition tweet . . . ?
Like a boa constrictor. This would be useful in a lot of large cities, as pest control. Even better, would be if they could be powered by the dead rats that they kill. It would cut down the time needed to recharge them.
I just hope they would not develop a taste for human meat.
I personally do not need that. My tennis shoes do communicate with me, through a stench interface. When they smell like something that would knock out a hard-boiled coroner, I know that they want to be placed out in the sun.
Actually, the whole thing reminds me of ELIZA http://en.wikipedia.org/wiki/ELIZA , a program written to mimic a psychotherapist. It just really picked up some keywords that the user typed in, and formulated something to spit back at the user. However, some folks started thinking that the program was a real psychotherapist, which frightened the author, Joseph Weizenbaum http://en.wikipedia.org/wiki/Joseph_Weizenbaum
So will folks start developing personal relationships with their 'Gamification' gadgets? I think I will try to avoid Nike wearers from now on.
A doctor that I knew back in the '70s did volunteer work for the World Health Organization, and spent a lot of time in some god-awful places. He told me that they would use Clorox bleach to purify their water. One cap full for a bucket of water. It tasted terrible, but as for the alternative for an industrial scale case of diarrhea . . . it was the lesser of two evils.
So I wonder how cheap this gadget is compared to Clorox?
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Are the posts all non-US, or have tastes changed?
It's amazing how an economic downturn can change tastes. In the words of Benjamin Franklin:
"Hunger never knows bad bread."
Didn't we have these back in the 70's . . . ? Now your cell phone can do it, too!
The next "radioactive boyscout" might use them.
I see your "radioactive boyscout", and raise you an "A-Bomb Kid. http://en.wikipedia.org/wiki/John_Aristotle_Phillips"
Now, if the two of them start collaborating, I'm moving underground . . .
the world's first Fusion Reactor
http://en.wikipedia.org/wiki/Farnsworth-Hirsch_Fusor
Everyone I know, including left-handed and ambidextrous people, use their mouse with the right hand.
Both my GF and I are lefties, and we both "mouse" with our right hands. She is a graphics artist, so that is even more amazing, because when she draws on paper, she only uses her left hand. However, as I was growing up as a lefty, I recognized that some things were easier with my right hand. Like scissors, or dialing an old style wheel telephone. I play racket sports with my left hand (which freaks some people out where I live), but for instance, I play Frisbee with my right.
I think most lefties that I know have learned how to deal with a right hand world.
I have had to show an ID to get M rated games from stores here in Texas
Texans seem to take age limits very seriously. I was often in Austin on business trips. On one, I bought a pack of cigarettes at a gas station for my GF, who tagged along on the trip. I was over 30 at the time, and the attendant asked me for ID. While I was a bit confused, I asked him if I didn't look old enough. He said that he was required to ask anyone, who looks younger that 26 for an ID, and that failure to do so would lose him his job. I laughed and told him that I lived in central Europe, and was only visiting Texas, so I didn't know. He quipped back, "You're living is Russia now!"
I was also carded buying cigars, for myself, and at a bar with work colleagues. I was the last to walk in, and when the bouncer carded me, those Texan colleagues let out shrieks and yowls of laughter, that would have waked the dead. The bouncer just looked at my ID, shrugged, and chuckled.
a fourth pixel which is a sensor that will capture stuff
Didn't someone here on Slashdot have a patent titled, "A Method and Process of Doing Things with Stuff" . . . ?
It looks like Microsoft might have an intellectual property problem here . . .
"You are damaged by the fall!"
I saw that while playing Rogue back in the early '80s. I'm still considering what I should do next.
Yeah, quick thinking, indeed . . .
Well, I believe this critter was up and at it in the 70's at Princeton: http://en.wikipedia.org/wiki/Gerard_K._O'Neill
Jobs, clearly angry at losing his throwing weapons, stated he would not be returning to the country.
And then he threw a Shuriken at the press, just to make the point clear . . .
Jobs with shiriken; Balmer with chairs . . . who wins . . .?
My mother did the US citizen thing, because my parents' lawyer advised her to do that. Something about taxing inheritance more on foreigners, or something like that.
Maybe he ran in to a similar situation?
Something else I can't afford but my wife will nag me about...
Forget about nagging . . .
The cosmic diamond is a chunk of crystallised carbon, 4,000 km across, some 50 light-years from the Earth in the constellation Centaurus.
"Honey, I'm just going out for 50 light-years to pick up a diamond for you!"
When you get back, all your stuff will have been thrown out the windows onto the front lawn.
When guys go out, they never get back on time . . .
"We're M.A.D and you're crazy".
Ah, MAD, Militärischer Abschirmdienst (Military Counterintelligence Service): http://en.wikipedia.org/wiki/Milit%C3%A4rischer_Abschirmdienst
This page is worth a click, just for the MAD logo. The eagle looks, "angry", but not really "mad". Maybe "onery" would be a better description.
I wonder if I can convince the T-shirt shop to print out a couple with that logo on it . . .
The United States government can't keep secrets secret.
Sure they can. That's why we are not squawking about real secrets on Slashdot.
Fourth Bruce: Rule Four, now this term, I don't want to catch anybody not drinking. Rule Five ...
Fourth Bruce: Rule Four, now this term, I don't want to catch anybody not masturbating. Rule Five ...
Fixed that there for you, Bruce . . .
This seems to be the business strategy now. When the shit hits the fan, you'll be long gone on your golden parachute.
We'd be like the Linux of algae – do-it-yourself with low-cost materials and shared information.' And one of the low-cost materials is your household urine.
So, like I start going down on the bitch, and complain that she tastes like algae and household urine. And then she quips, "But it runs Linux!"
Can't argue with that . . .
I was surprised when I heard this was related to Microsoft Word. Don't most lawyers use Wordperfect?
No, they use IBM GML, aka "Bookmaster" : http://en.wikipedia.org/wiki/IBM_Generalized_Markup_Language
The Tweet reads, "Here may be found the last Tweet of Tommy Christopher. He who is valiant and pure of spirit may find me in the Hospital of Aaauuuggghhh... "
What?
He must have died while tweeting it.
Look, if he was dying, he wouldn't have bothered to tweet 'Aaaauuuggghhhh'. He'd just say it.
. . . etc . . .
What I don't understand, is why the hospital staff lets someone with a serious medical condition tweet . . . ?
Like a boa constrictor. This would be useful in a lot of large cities, as pest control. Even better, would be if they could be powered by the dead rats that they kill. It would cut down the time needed to recharge them.
I just hope they would not develop a taste for human meat.
I personally do not need that. My tennis shoes do communicate with me, through a stench interface. When they smell like something that would knock out a hard-boiled coroner, I know that they want to be placed out in the sun.
Actually, the whole thing reminds me of ELIZA http://en.wikipedia.org/wiki/ELIZA , a program written to mimic a psychotherapist. It just really picked up some keywords that the user typed in, and formulated something to spit back at the user. However, some folks started thinking that the program was a real psychotherapist, which frightened the author, Joseph Weizenbaum http://en.wikipedia.org/wiki/Joseph_Weizenbaum
So will folks start developing personal relationships with their 'Gamification' gadgets? I think I will try to avoid Nike wearers from now on.
Ah! So now I know what the missing ingredients in my Miller-Urey experiments are! http://en.wikipedia.org/wiki/Miller%E2%80%93Urey_experiment
I just need to add a dash of Transition Metal Catalysts.
The stuff has been cooking for the last thirty years, and no life has crawled out yet . . .
This week's "The Economist" has a good article on this: http://www.the-economist.com/node/16930866
Fidel Castro consumes 200 to 300 news items a day on the World Wide Web.
He was much cooler, when he was consuming 200 to 300 cigars a day.
The next report will be that he is living in his mom's basement . . .
A doctor that I knew back in the '70s did volunteer work for the World Health Organization, and spent a lot of time in some god-awful places. He told me that they would use Clorox bleach to purify their water. One cap full for a bucket of water. It tasted terrible, but as for the alternative for an industrial scale case of diarrhea . . . it was the lesser of two evils.
So I wonder how cheap this gadget is compared to Clorox?