What's the word? Thunderbird! What's the action? Satisfaction! What's the price? Fifty cents twice!
Back in my university days, a lot of eating clubs and other student organizations were holding "French wine & Cheese" parties. My club countered with a "Wines of the Bowery Night." It featured amoung Mad Dog 20/20, other such favorites as Thunderbird and Night Train. They tasted very god-awful, but after a few swigs, you were too toasted to really give a damn.
I think everyone there remembered having a good time, but no one really remembered much.
Now, what was that drink that the club served called, "The Vulcan Mind Probe" . . .
My daddy used to mix up potassium perchlorate and sulfur, and then stuff it into tin foil, about the size of a silver dollar. Then he would hit it with a sledge hammer, and, that noise will wake the neighbors!
So if Mars is packed with this stuff... I'll be the first one to volunteer to go there.
NASA loading officer: "Um, sir, why are taking a sledge hammer, and a roll of tin foil on the mission to Mars?"
Me: "It's for some kind of, um, experiment, or something like that."
Looking for life on Mars? Who cares? Let's just blow the damned place up!
Bombing the Moon looks pretty wimpy compared to the potential that we have here.
I wonder if BP execs will give themselves a bonus.
"Hey! It wasn't one of ours!" bonus.
Actually, my sister works for ExxonMobil. Her comment on the BP disaster was, "Well, at least we are not responsible for the biggest ecological catastrophe any more"
A US Army dental surgeon told me that their computers were "fixed", so they could not copy pictures of their operations to any external media. The surgeons needed anonymous pictures of operations that they had performed, for preparing for their careers after their service. Like, applying for a job somewhere.
One of them figured a way to use the USB port in the Canon printer that they had. They could toss pictures at the printer, and land them on the USB stick. Circumventing any blocks on the PCs from accessing the PCs' USB ports.
So any unprotected port is, well, a potential source of a leak.
Mine says "Number Six". Actually, Erich Honecker had "Number One" in his ID card, which would have made short work of the whole premise of "The Prisoner"http://en.wikipedia.org/wiki/The_Prisoner
at one point one of the bears climbed onto the hood of a police car,
I thought that the Mounties ride around on horses, and not in police cars?
TFA fails to mention if the bear took a dump on the police car. Being that the bears were doomed to being shot, that's probably what I would have done. That must kinda really suck to be a bear: "Ok, these pinky creatures are feeding me crap out of cans, that they would never fathom to eat themselves, I am being gentle with them. And then the cops show up and shoot me.
Although, the last time that I was in Banff, Canada, our travel guide reminded us on how to deal with the wild critters:
"A moose in the rut is no Bambi. It's a bad-assed mother-fucker, who didn't get laid, and has a set of horns with your name on it."
"I live in a city with a population in the millions (someplace in the Middle East; the country is not important)"
Some folks that I worked with did a mobile pilot project in a Middle East country to control speeding. One of their "discoveries" was that the higher you were up on the political ladder in the country, the lower your license plate number. And that number, really determined, whether you got a ticket for speeding or not.
So with a system of government like that, you can dump all your monitoring stuff into/dev/null.
. The more responsible/seasoned parents out there pretty much called b.s. on this long ago and actually discipline their kids instead of medicating them.
Well I kinda sorta agree with you. Medicating has no sense, and disciplining them neither. How about teaching them some "values", and more importantly, try to help them to get them to think about their own "values" for themselves?
If your kid is a delinquent, I've got news for you . . . you will not always be around to help. The child must learn to be sociable on his or her own.
One of the guys poured a bottle of scotch into the tank of his truck, to escape the police that were looking for the, um "stolen" whisky that was removed from a banked ship.
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What's the word? Thunderbird! What's the action? Satisfaction! What's the price? Fifty cents twice!
Back in my university days, a lot of eating clubs and other student organizations were holding "French wine & Cheese" parties. My club countered with a "Wines of the Bowery Night." It featured amoung Mad Dog 20/20, other such favorites as Thunderbird and Night Train. They tasted very god-awful, but after a few swigs, you were too toasted to really give a damn.
I think everyone there remembered having a good time, but no one really remembered much.
Now, what was that drink that the club served called, "The Vulcan Mind Probe" . . .
The Solar Probe, a car-sized spacecraft
So is this the flying car that we all have been waiting for?
Where can I get one, and what does it cost?
Does it look like something out of The Jetsons?
My daddy used to mix up potassium perchlorate and sulfur, and then stuff it into tin foil, about the size of a silver dollar. Then he would hit it with a sledge hammer, and, that noise will wake the neighbors!
So if Mars is packed with this stuff ... I'll be the first one to volunteer to go there.
NASA loading officer: "Um, sir, why are taking a sledge hammer, and a roll of tin foil on the mission to Mars?"
Me: "It's for some kind of, um, experiment, or something like that."
Looking for life on Mars? Who cares? Let's just blow the damned place up!
Bombing the Moon looks pretty wimpy compared to the potential that we have here.
If you dislike, please propose a better solution rather than just complaining.
It's turtles . . . all the way down . . .
I wonder if BP execs will give themselves a bonus.
"Hey! It wasn't one of ours!" bonus.
Actually, my sister works for ExxonMobil. Her comment on the BP disaster was, "Well, at least we are not responsible for the biggest ecological catastrophe any more"
He wants them to avoid encouraging people to produce more 'disgusting human babies'
Well, if human women start giving birth to giraffes, let me know. Nice critters.
A US Army dental surgeon told me that their computers were "fixed", so they could not copy pictures of their operations to any external media. The surgeons needed anonymous pictures of operations that they had performed, for preparing for their careers after their service. Like, applying for a job somewhere.
One of them figured a way to use the USB port in the Canon printer that they had. They could toss pictures at the printer, and land them on the USB stick. Circumventing any blocks on the PCs from accessing the PCs' USB ports.
So any unprotected port is, well, a potential source of a leak.
This is a student project so the correct unit of energy is a "Library of Congress Stacked with Red Bull Instead of Books."
Now, you may convert that into Joules, if you care to.
The computing A-level is about how computers work and if you ask anyone how it works they will not be able to tell you
That's what most people would say when you asked them how something works. Computers, fermentation, a Wok . . . etc.
"Um . . . I dunno . . . "
We need to grow more.
Help stimulate demand for it. Visit your local "Hanfhaus" (Hemp-house), and buy some stuff made out of hemp: http://www.hanfhaus.de/adressen.php?language=en
The Amish aren't really known for engaging in activities that warrant wire tapping. And do they have phones to tap in the first place?
Maybe they are using an illegal "secret ingredient" in that delicious Shoofly pie: http://en.wikipedia.org/wiki/Shoo_fly_pie . . . ?
They seem to be timeless in civilization . . .
They define a business as an entity that is expected to make a profit.
Well, that gets Detroit's auto industry and Wall Street off the IRS hook, then.
Everyone already has an ID card and a number.
Mine says "Number Six". Actually, Erich Honecker had "Number One" in his ID card, which would have made short work of the whole premise of "The Prisoner" http://en.wikipedia.org/wiki/The_Prisoner
at one point one of the bears climbed onto the hood of a police car,
I thought that the Mounties ride around on horses, and not in police cars?
TFA fails to mention if the bear took a dump on the police car. Being that the bears were doomed to being shot, that's probably what I would have done. That must kinda really suck to be a bear: "Ok, these pinky creatures are feeding me crap out of cans, that they would never fathom to eat themselves, I am being gentle with them. And then the cops show up and shoot me.
Although, the last time that I was in Banff, Canada, our travel guide reminded us on how to deal with the wild critters:
"A moose in the rut is no Bambi. It's a bad-assed mother-fucker, who didn't get laid, and has a set of horns with your name on it."
Where are the Brits, when you need them? They should be the world experts with this technology: http://en.wikipedia.org/wiki/Johnny_Fartpants
"I live in a city with a population in the millions (someplace in the Middle East; the country is not important)"
Some folks that I worked with did a mobile pilot project in a Middle East country to control speeding. One of their "discoveries" was that the higher you were up on the political ladder in the country, the lower your license plate number. And that number, really determined, whether you got a ticket for speeding or not.
So with a system of government like that, you can dump all your monitoring stuff into /dev/null.
"Hey everybody! We're all gonna get laid!"
Well, if that all works out, here's the lyrics that we will need: http://lyrics.wikia.com/The_Cramps:Tear_It_Up
It should be a hoot and a half . . . .
Quick! Send all your Viagra emails there! The Moon needs Viagra! It's shrinking like it was stuck in cold water!
That pilot should have had his license revoked.
Well, I think the crash took care of that.
Unless the pilot was Captain Orr from Catch-22 . . . then he and all the other passengers would be frolicking in Sweden for the rest of the war . . .
Please state the nature of your medical emergency.
If you are armed with a laser, this goes real quick.
Zap the MF* with it. No medical emergency no more.
And send the corpse to the Soylent Green factory, please
. The more responsible/seasoned parents out there pretty much called b.s. on this long ago and actually discipline their kids instead of medicating them.
Well I kinda sorta agree with you. Medicating has no sense, and disciplining them neither. How about teaching them some "values", and more importantly, try to help them to get them to think about their own "values" for themselves?
If your kid is a delinquent, I've got news for you . . . you will not always be around to help. The child must learn to be sociable on his or her own.
Eventually, IBM invented the hand-crank typewriter, the precursor to the selectric, called the selecrank.
Actually, I learned to interface with a computer through one of these things:
http://en.wikipedia.org/wiki/File:Teletype_with_papertape_punch_and_reader.jpg
It had a crisp, clear touch, something like the IBM type M keyboard ( http://en.wikipedia.org/wiki/Model_M_keyboard )
And for the sysadmin, that big roll of toilette paper behind the keyboard kept a log of what anyone did.
Sysadmin: "What did you do?"
Me: "I didn't do nuthin'"
Sysadmin: "Well, let's take a look at what was printed out here . . . "
Go back 50 years, and you will probably find the same commentary about television. How it was spreading new terms and speech patterns and what not.
It's funny, though. I tried to Google for articles, posts and blogs about this from 50 years ago, and didn't find anything.
Were people back 50 years ago too lazy to post crap on the Internet . . . ?
Oh yeah, here it was: http://en.wikipedia.org/wiki/Tight_Little_Island
One of the guys poured a bottle of scotch into the tank of his truck, to escape the police that were looking for the, um "stolen" whisky that was removed from a banked ship.