. . . they have a mighty frighteningly patent portfolio. If someone crops up, and slaps a ten page patent on their desk, claiming infringement . . . IBM slams a stack of patents the size of 50 Manhattan telephone books on their heads, and says, "Well, let's take a look at YOUR infringements."
It's all part of the patent game that corporations play today. Patent trolls can shake down small companies, but not the big ones.
Violent games don't turn kids into violent criminal. But bad parenting (or no parenting at all!) sure can.
Every time I hear: "Oh, my Johnny was such a nice boy, until he played those violent games. They turned him into a violent rapist and killer!"
I would like to respond: "No, lady, you did a crap job as a parent. He would have ended up that way anyway, without violent games."
People don't like to accept that fact that it is their own fault for how their kids grow up.
For politicians, it is easier to point a finger at the games companies. They don't have the courage to tell the general public: "Look, please spend more time with your children." That would be political suicide.
AP:The US has raised the stakes in East Africa by deploying the 137th Air Guitar division to the Gulf Region. Commander Lt. General Ball Scratchum
commented that his crack team of long haired hippie type pinko fags are the best trained US forces. "Head banging, and feint guitar playing gets the enemy confused, and off their guard."
Pirate spokesman, Suliman Fuckherfaster, commented: "Hey, we can deal with the SEALS . . . they shoot at us, and, like, we die. But these Air Guitar creeps confuse the hell out of me. They shake their heads, and make strange movements with their arms. I looked in my Von Clauswitz book, but it didn't have any suggestions."
Mr Fuckherfaster was called to lunch, with the appellation: "Suliman, Suliman Fuckherfaster!" As the press corps was on the ground laughing their asses off, Mr. Fuckherfaster responded with AK-47s, RPGs and other heavy artillery.
Scribes weren't just copy machines; they were artists.
I recently saw a documentary on how ancient Egyptians would commission a copy of "The Book of the Dead," to be placed in their funeral grave. They did this in the temple, where, for a small fee, the temple scribes would create a personalized version. A work of art.
This book was important, because it contained instructions to allow the deceased to pass through obstacles in the afterlife. So folks didn't skimp on the cost.
I don't think that the Ibis-headed and Jackal-headed Gods in the afterlife would be impressed with anything that you can crank out on your HP printer.
Oh, and I bet that a scribe costs less than a printer cartridge for your printer.
Craftsmen's Guilds come to mind: http://en.wikipedia.org/wiki/Guild. "They were organized in a manner something between a trade union, a cartel and a secret society . . . tended to form associations based on their trades . . . each of whom controlled secrets of traditionally imparted technology, the "arts" or "mysteries" of their crafts."
They had bizarre initiation rituals, We have goatse.
They had secret phrases. We have, "in Soviet . . . X, Y's you!"
They had a monopoly on their trade. We get outsourced.
You get to peg sharks with 2.3 inch titanium darts!
It's not a good idea to take a quick dip in the water off the boat, though. I think sharks are smart enough to figure out who threw those painful titanium darts sticking out of their backs.
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. . . i'ma gonnin' ona' space battle!"
But the LHC thing seems to have the reliability of a blunderbuss.
For my next space battle, I'm planning to pack something that ejects gamma ray bursts.
Y'all behind the weapon might want to take cover . . .
Um, golf balls, that is: http://www.pasturegolf.com/archive/shepard.htm
Being the joker that he was, I wouldn't be surprised if he took the time to take a dump and have a wank, as well.
"Hello Moon! Welcome to what humanity is going to do to you!"
Advanced English, for professionals, or for folks that think they are:
A "twit" is someone who does silly stuff, but is mostly harmless.
A "twat" is someone who does silly stuff, but gets on your nerves.
Abusing two foster daughters? The proper English term for him would be "a right cunt."
Finally, reading Viz for the past twenty years has paid dividends.
. . . they have a mighty frighteningly patent portfolio. If someone crops up, and slaps a ten page patent on their desk, claiming infringement . . . IBM slams a stack of patents the size of 50 Manhattan telephone books on their heads, and says, "Well, let's take a look at YOUR infringements."
It's all part of the patent game that corporations play today. Patent trolls can shake down small companies, but not the big ones.
My favorite was in tcp_input.c in BSD code:
"This is ugly, but . . . "
. . . the bong is busted. First the bog, and now the bong . . . hopefully the crack pipe will keep going . . .
Violent games don't turn kids into violent criminal. But bad parenting (or no parenting at all!) sure can.
Every time I hear: "Oh, my Johnny was such a nice boy, until he played those violent games. They turned him into a violent rapist and killer!"
I would like to respond: "No, lady, you did a crap job as a parent. He would have ended up that way anyway, without violent games."
People don't like to accept that fact that it is their own fault for how their kids grow up.
For politicians, it is easier to point a finger at the games companies. They don't have the courage to tell the general public: "Look, please spend more time with your children." That would be political suicide.
I think more games should be banned, especially popular ones
How will a game become popular, if it is banned, and, thus, no one can play it and have an opinion in the first place . . . ?
... running GNU Hurd, of course!
I mean, bulk rate. Like, buttloads of 'em.
AP:The US has raised the stakes in East Africa by deploying the 137th Air Guitar division to the Gulf Region. Commander Lt. General Ball Scratchum commented that his crack team of long haired hippie type pinko fags are the best trained US forces. "Head banging, and feint guitar playing gets the enemy confused, and off their guard."
Pirate spokesman, Suliman Fuckherfaster, commented: "Hey, we can deal with the SEALS . . . they shoot at us, and, like, we die. But these Air Guitar creeps confuse the hell out of me. They shake their heads, and make strange movements with their arms. I looked in my Von Clauswitz book, but it didn't have any suggestions."
Mr Fuckherfaster was called to lunch, with the appellation: "Suliman, Suliman Fuckherfaster!" As the press corps was on the ground laughing their asses off, Mr. Fuckherfaster responded with AK-47s, RPGs and other heavy artillery.
. . . front porch.
When I dump it on those damn kids, they get off my lawn, without me saying a word . . .
. . . and I'm doing something good for their health.
Hey, maybe this a good idea for the new government health plan.
Lady: "Doctor, my kid needs antibiotics!"
Doctor: "Sorry, lady . . . have some mud."
http://mndl.hu/works/fractalcow
I can't fathom that IBM wants to get into the Smart Phone business, being that they sold their ThinkPad business to Lenovo.
However, selling this to Nokia, RIM, or whoever. Now that would make some sense.
I would be a shame to see something like this die in their research labs.
Parents, parents, parents.
They are in the best position (or should be!) to motivate their kids. If they can't, no billion dollar program will either.
Scribes weren't just copy machines; they were artists.
I recently saw a documentary on how ancient Egyptians would commission a copy of "The Book of the Dead," to be placed in their funeral grave. They did this in the temple, where, for a small fee, the temple scribes would create a personalized version. A work of art.
This book was important, because it contained instructions to allow the deceased to pass through obstacles in the afterlife. So folks didn't skimp on the cost.
I don't think that the Ibis-headed and Jackal-headed Gods in the afterlife would be impressed with anything that you can crank out on your HP printer.
Oh, and I bet that a scribe costs less than a printer cartridge for your printer.
Craftsmen's Guilds come to mind: http://en.wikipedia.org/wiki/Guild. "They were organized in a manner something between a trade union, a cartel and a secret society . . . tended to form associations based on their trades . . . each of whom controlled secrets of traditionally imparted technology, the "arts" or "mysteries" of their crafts."
They had bizarre initiation rituals, We have goatse.
They had secret phrases. We have, "in Soviet . . . X, Y's you!"
They had a monopoly on their trade. We get outsourced.
Oh, I guess they won.
You need to grow a garden, mate, and have children to win the game.
Good thing that it is open source, because I would need to patch it a bit to fit my "need to's."
Steal the drugs from the neighbor's garden, non-committal promiscuous sex, and avoid pregnancies and venereal diseases.
I guess I could fork it, and call it something like "Defoliation."
Boo-hoo, and shame on you! Nasty, nasty Amazon!
60% of the population of the Netherlands live below sea level. Are they all stupid too?
No, but they all have their fingers stuck in dikes.
Send the Army Corps of Engineers to the Netherlands. All the folks that live below sea level will move, real fast.
Goldfinger: "No, I expect you to die, Mr. Bond . . . "
Sharks aside, lasers only get really scary when someone has one aimed at your crotch.
Apocalypse Now Guy: "Circumcise . . . circumcise, with extreme prejudice."
NASA, European Space Agency Want To Go To Mars
Great, with NASA and ESA "gone to Mars," maybe we can get some fresh blood (competition) into space exploration? Like, from some private folks?
Hell, let them milk some millionaires for a few seconds in space to push space flight technology forwards.
Go "Shark Darting" instead!
You get to peg sharks with 2.3 inch titanium darts!
It's not a good idea to take a quick dip in the water off the boat, though. I think sharks are smart enough to figure out who threw those painful titanium darts sticking out of their backs.
. . . Thompson and Richie decided to start a less ambitious project, called Unix?
But if more diluted weapons-grade uranium isn't secured soon, the pipeline could run dry . . .
. . . new, old Soviet nukes . . .
I'm sure there must be profit for someone in there somewhere . . .