Folks in advertisements on television say that all the time. It basically says, "do not believe what you are hearing," or "we will not be held legally responsible for this figure."
So I guess those Linux Foundation Folks were trying to make a joke about 1970's Ronco UHF TV channel ads. Of course they got "much, much more" than 90. "And there's still more . . . if your order now . . . "
. . . I don't think it's the decibels, but the frequency. Obviously military sonar frequency is the "Brown Note" http://en.wikipedia.org/wiki/Brown_note for dolphins and whales.
The sound is not just making them deaf, it's scaring the poor critters shit-less.
I'd better stick to a gasoline powered vehicle, those damn foreign Cyberspies with be monkeying around which the electricity switch
. . . and wow, does the Internet need electricity to run? I hope those foreign Cyberspies now what they will be starting, when they cut off the US supply of porn.
It ain't gonna be pretty. Maybe we can convert the Internet to run on gasoline?
. . . I hate to disappoint them. This demonstrates geekdom at its best: doing something dangerous just to get at the bottom of natural phenomena amd understand it. It reminds me of Benjamin Franklin's kite in the thunderstorm.
Welp, these youngen's with their high tech gadgets may chase down a Texas-sized tornado, but they won't be lassoing it up and hauling it back to the ranch.
... if a ridiculously large amount of money shows up unexpectedly in your bank account, rushing out to spend it wildly before the mistake can be caught is not actually the smartest of the available options.
Smart, no, but fun, yes. Although, I would get my hairy ass out of the country before I started spending.
The authorities look disapprovingly on such activities.
Yeah, well I look disapprovingly on the god-damned authorities that instrumented this financial meltdown that we are festering in.
And empirical evidence suggests that "the authorities" favor folks who spend money that they don't have: "The bigger the loss your company makes, the bigger the bonus you get."
. . . she accuses me of "turning off" or "breaking the Internet" at least once a day.
That's the power that you get with 57 levels of Slashdot Achievements. A big switch labeled "Internet On/Off."
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Well, I can't RTFA, because it's probably slashdotted, but I have done some stuff in my career, which would make a lots of folks hurl. Like, looking at Unix kernel dumps caused by bugs in the TCP/IP stack or network device drivers . . . or deadlocks (register four has the PID of the process holding the lock, unless the code grabbed the lock on an interrupt).
At any rate, a lot of folks would abhor doing such stuff. I found it challenging, but fun. Some of the folks that I worked with would have rather just looked at blinking lights the whole day.
IBM gets Sun's customers. IBM has one less competitor to worry about. IBM will be able to close their "sunset" program.
I think IBM will shit-can the hardware, and parcel off the software stuff to their software divisions. "Ever onward pSeries."
This move will probably be a case study in MBA programs in a couple of years. This was an excellent chance to kick your competitor in the balls, when he is down on the ropes during an economic turn down.
"You seem to be handling all the troubles in the world, right now. One more shouldn't be a problem for you, please accept my gift to you of Northern Ireland."
'In the past, I've said that "cloud" is complete gibberish, but while discussing fashion during my weekly squash game with Stallman he convinced me that this was a great opportunity.'
Definitely a fake; Stallman and Ellison only meet once a week for a "Circle Jerk."
However, after years of pumping effort, Ellison has become tired of waiting for the GNU Hurd "first emission."
But you bring up an interesting point: does artificial blood have types? Rh factor?
I am not knowledgeable in this area of science, but if these researchers have created something that can cart oxygen around in the bloodstream . . . they'd better start practicing their Swedish for their Nobel prize.
Instead of wrecking all the continents of the Earth in World War III, it has been successfully off-shored into Earth's orbit in the ISS. It will be decided Big Brother/Reality TV style, with a bunch of folks in cramped quarters ("familiarity breeds contempt"), with a phone-in chuck-a-naut-out-the-airlock each week.
"I'm sorry, Dave, but the viewers have decided . .."
Can this artificial blood be absorbed through the stomach/intestines into the blood stream? If so these guys will be gazillionares! Forget corn sugar and caffeine, "Drink Bl00d(tm)! Hyper-oxygenated, overly vitamin giga-vitamin-fortified Bl00d(tm)!
Am I the only one that finds it odd that OP decided where he wants to be, but not what he wants to do?
No, I found it odd as well. But he explains his motivations himself:
. . . and where might I expect to make more money in the not-too-distant future?
So maybe he should pursue an MS in "make more money in the not-too-distant future?"
Either that, or ditch the grad school plans, and start shorting stocks . . . now.
Oh, I'm being too harsh. In this economy, it might make economical sense to stay in school, since the prospects on the job market will be pretty grim. In his case I would advise the business or IT path, although, with the IT path, he might want to take courses in Hindi or Chinese, as well.
One further tip . . . in a job interview, someone might ask why you are applying for that job. Answering "to make a lot of money fast" may work for a bank, but for a lot of companies that is a ticket to the exit. They want to hear that you have "a passion for the business."
Y'all do: "The gallery is a non-departmental public body; its collection belongs to the public of the United Kingdom and entry to the main collection (though not some special exhibitions) is free of charge." http://en.wikipedia.org/wiki/National_Gallery_(London)
So who will you need to arrest for possession of that porn . . . ?
Napoleon had it wrong: the UK is not a "nation of shopkeepers," but a "nation of hardened criminals." But I guess he found that out at Waterloo.
I wonder if the politicians are also trying to shut down some critics? Like "Viz":
"The comic's style parodies the strait-laced British comics of the post-war period, notably The Beano and The Dandy, but with incongruous language, crude toilet humour, black comedy, surreal humour and either sexual or violent storylines . . . Occasionally, it satirises current events and politicians, but has no particular political standpoint." http://en.wikipedia.org/wiki/Viz_(comic)
I could imagine politicians from all sides would be eager to find a reason to shut it down. "Baxter Basics" featured a sex obsessed Member of Parliament shoving a petrol station gas nozzle up his ass, just after a real life conservation MP was caught soliciting prostitutes. Prime Minister John Major's motto was "Back to Basics."
One regular strip features a schoolboy who, after a string of bad luck, ends up shagging a bird with big tits, in a mountain of sweets. Some other regulars are, "Johnny Fartpants", "Buster Gonad and his unfeasibly large testicles", "Felix and his amazing underpants" and "Wanker Watson." Any of these could be interpreted to run foul of this law.
At least the other UK periodical that I read, which regularly criticizes politicians, "The Economist", seems to be safe . . . for now.
One of my favorite professors, Arthur Lo, said of his course:
"Most of my students say that they get the most from this course from the lab exercises. I think that they get the most from their lab partners."
This was back when a computer "lab" really meant a "terminal room." But you could take a quick break, discuss assignments with other students, to make sure that you understood it correctly, ask older students which courses were good, tell younger courses which course sucked.
Computer folks tend to be introverted enough anyway; encourage them to get out a bit, instead of hacking alone in their dorm rooms.
His only complaint with the science is that he feels that some of the computer models are fudged to make the results look worse than they might actually be.
An engineer, a mathematician and a computer scientist are being interviewed to become CFO of a big company. The CEO asks, "What is two plus two?"
The engineer whips out his cell phone, uses the calculator, and shows it to the CEO. "Two plus two is four!"
The mathematician whips out his portable whiteboard, scribbles some stuff one it, and shows it to the CEO. "This proves that two plus two is four!"
The computer scientist whips out a computer model, shrugs, sighs and asks, "How much do you want it to be?"
At work, my Monitor is at the edge of my desk, my legs are up on the desk, and I'm leaned back as far as my chair goes. I could not reach the touch screen without leaning forward and up, and that would take effort. And I am a lazy-ass critter, why else would I work in that position in the first place?
At home, things are no different, I usually work with my legs up on the sofa, sitting up, but leaned back on the comfy cushions. Again, touch screen out of reach.
So this technology really doesn't interest me.
Well, maybe if the touch screen came will a big, long stylus or I could use a sawed-off cue stick. However, I might get in the habit of whacking the touch screen with the stylus, when I get angry about something on the screen.
If you are taking off with a sack of seeds to colonize the moon, and planning to live off the land, like early pioneers, you might want to be certain that your plants will grow there.
The European South African settlers who ventured too far north were screwed when they discovered that their plants would not grow in the tropics.
(I hear the voices of thousands of Slashdotters screaming, "Are you suggesting that the moon has a tropical climate?")
And the choice of mustard seeds is not a bad one, from a survivalist view: I remember many a nights during my cashless college days, when dinner was a "Mustard Sandwich" . . . mustard on bread. As Benjamin Franklin wrote, "Hunger never saw bad bread."
But before I sign up for the Moon Colony Mission, I would like to know the effects of Lunar Gravity on my preferred diet: Philly Cheesesteaks, beer, canned Chilli, chips, Taco Cabana take-out, another cheesesteak, more beer . . .
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Folks in advertisements on television say that all the time. It basically says, "do not believe what you are hearing," or "we will not be held legally responsible for this figure."
So I guess those Linux Foundation Folks were trying to make a joke about 1970's Ronco UHF TV channel ads. Of course they got "much, much more" than 90. "And there's still more . . . if your order now . . . "
I got it; didn't you?
".slashdot" . . . or "./.", as well . . .
. . . I don't think it's the decibels, but the frequency. Obviously military sonar frequency is the "Brown Note" http://en.wikipedia.org/wiki/Brown_note for dolphins and whales.
The sound is not just making them deaf, it's scaring the poor critters shit-less.
I'd better stick to a gasoline powered vehicle, those damn foreign Cyberspies with be monkeying around which the electricity switch
. . . and wow, does the Internet need electricity to run? I hope those foreign Cyberspies now what they will be starting, when they cut off the US supply of porn.
It ain't gonna be pretty. Maybe we can convert the Internet to run on gasoline?
The Germans mucked around with motorized scooter cars in post-WWII: http://en.wikipedia.org/wiki/Messerschmitt_KR200 and http://en.wikipedia.org/wiki/Messerschmitt_KR175
Maybe they will be resurrected?
. . . I hate to disappoint them. This demonstrates geekdom at its best: doing something dangerous just to get at the bottom of natural phenomena amd understand it. It reminds me of Benjamin Franklin's kite in the thunderstorm.
Welp, these youngen's with their high tech gadgets may chase down a Texas-sized tornado, but they won't be lassoing it up and hauling it back to the ranch.
... if a ridiculously large amount of money shows up unexpectedly in your bank account, rushing out to spend it wildly before the mistake can be caught is not actually the smartest of the available options.
Smart, no, but fun, yes. Although, I would get my hairy ass out of the country before I started spending.
The authorities look disapprovingly on such activities.
Yeah, well I look disapprovingly on the god-damned authorities that instrumented this financial meltdown that we are festering in.
And empirical evidence suggests that "the authorities" favor folks who spend money that they don't have: "The bigger the loss your company makes, the bigger the bonus you get."
. . . she accuses me of "turning off" or "breaking the Internet" at least once a day.
That's the power that you get with 57 levels of Slashdot Achievements. A big switch labeled "Internet On/Off."
Well, I can't RTFA, because it's probably slashdotted, but I have done some stuff in my career, which would make a lots of folks hurl. Like, looking at Unix kernel dumps caused by bugs in the TCP/IP stack or network device drivers . . . or deadlocks (register four has the PID of the process holding the lock, unless the code grabbed the lock on an interrupt).
At any rate, a lot of folks would abhor doing such stuff. I found it challenging, but fun. Some of the folks that I worked with would have rather just looked at blinking lights the whole day.
IBM gets Sun's customers. IBM has one less competitor to worry about. IBM will be able to close their "sunset" program.
I think IBM will shit-can the hardware, and parcel off the software stuff to their software divisions. "Ever onward pSeries."
This move will probably be a case study in MBA programs in a couple of years. This was an excellent chance to kick your competitor in the balls, when he is down on the ropes during an economic turn down.
"Ah, Mr. Obama, I've been expecting you."
"You seem to be handling all the troubles in the world, right now. One more shouldn't be a problem for you, please accept my gift to you of Northern Ireland."
'In the past, I've said that "cloud" is complete gibberish, but while discussing fashion during my weekly squash game with Stallman he convinced me that this was a great opportunity.'
Definitely a fake; Stallman and Ellison only meet once a week for a "Circle Jerk."
However, after years of pumping effort, Ellison has become tired of waiting for the GNU Hurd "first emission."
It shouldn't make a difference for the most of us anyway, who claim we "only read the articles."
ASCII art porn, indeed.
Radium. I want mine to glow in the dark.
But you bring up an interesting point: does artificial blood have types? Rh factor?
I am not knowledgeable in this area of science, but if these researchers have created something that can cart oxygen around in the bloodstream . . . they'd better start practicing their Swedish for their Nobel prize.
Instead of wrecking all the continents of the Earth in World War III, it has been successfully off-shored into Earth's orbit in the ISS. It will be decided Big Brother/Reality TV style, with a bunch of folks in cramped quarters ("familiarity breeds contempt"), with a phone-in chuck-a-naut-out-the-airlock each week.
"I'm sorry, Dave, but the viewers have decided . . ."
Can this artificial blood be absorbed through the stomach/intestines into the blood stream? If so these guys will be gazillionares! Forget corn sugar and caffeine, "Drink Bl00d(tm)! Hyper-oxygenated, overly vitamin giga-vitamin-fortified Bl00d(tm)!
"Ready for a tequila shot, dude?"
"No, let's do some blood first."
Am I the only one that finds it odd that OP decided where he wants to be, but not what he wants to do?
No, I found it odd as well. But he explains his motivations himself:
. . . and where might I expect to make more money in the not-too-distant future?
So maybe he should pursue an MS in "make more money in the not-too-distant future?"
Either that, or ditch the grad school plans, and start shorting stocks . . . now.
Oh, I'm being too harsh. In this economy, it might make economical sense to stay in school, since the prospects on the job market will be pretty grim. In his case I would advise the business or IT path, although, with the IT path, he might want to take courses in Hindi or Chinese, as well.
One further tip . . . in a job interview, someone might ask why you are applying for that job. Answering "to make a lot of money fast" may work for a bank, but for a lot of companies that is a ticket to the exit. They want to hear that you have "a passion for the business."
Y'all do: "The gallery is a non-departmental public body; its collection belongs to the public of the United Kingdom and entry to the main collection (though not some special exhibitions) is free of charge." http://en.wikipedia.org/wiki/National_Gallery_(London)
So who will you need to arrest for possession of that porn . . . ?
Napoleon had it wrong: the UK is not a "nation of shopkeepers," but a "nation of hardened criminals." But I guess he found that out at Waterloo.
I wonder if the politicians are also trying to shut down some critics? Like "Viz":
"The comic's style parodies the strait-laced British comics of the post-war period, notably The Beano and The Dandy, but with incongruous language, crude toilet humour, black comedy, surreal humour and either sexual or violent storylines . . . Occasionally, it satirises current events and politicians, but has no particular political standpoint." http://en.wikipedia.org/wiki/Viz_(comic)
I could imagine politicians from all sides would be eager to find a reason to shut it down. "Baxter Basics" featured a sex obsessed Member of Parliament shoving a petrol station gas nozzle up his ass, just after a real life conservation MP was caught soliciting prostitutes. Prime Minister John Major's motto was "Back to Basics."
One regular strip features a schoolboy who, after a string of bad luck, ends up shagging a bird with big tits, in a mountain of sweets. Some other regulars are, "Johnny Fartpants", "Buster Gonad and his unfeasibly large testicles", "Felix and his amazing underpants" and "Wanker Watson." Any of these could be interpreted to run foul of this law.
At least the other UK periodical that I read, which regularly criticizes politicians, "The Economist", seems to be safe . . . for now.
John Maynard Keynes quipped:
"If I owe the bank 100 pounds, I have a problem. If I owe the bank, 100,000 pounds, the bank has a problem."
One of my favorite professors, Arthur Lo, said of his course:
"Most of my students say that they get the most from this course from the lab exercises. I think that they get the most from their lab partners."
This was back when a computer "lab" really meant a "terminal room." But you could take a quick break, discuss assignments with other students, to make sure that you understood it correctly, ask older students which courses were good, tell younger courses which course sucked.
Computer folks tend to be introverted enough anyway; encourage them to get out a bit, instead of hacking alone in their dorm rooms.
His only complaint with the science is that he feels that some of the computer models are fudged to make the results look worse than they might actually be.
An engineer, a mathematician and a computer scientist are being interviewed to become CFO of a big company. The CEO asks, "What is two plus two?"
The engineer whips out his cell phone, uses the calculator, and shows it to the CEO. "Two plus two is four!"
The mathematician whips out his portable whiteboard, scribbles some stuff one it, and shows it to the CEO. "This proves that two plus two is four!"
The computer scientist whips out a computer model, shrugs, sighs and asks, "How much do you want it to be?"
At work, my Monitor is at the edge of my desk, my legs are up on the desk, and I'm leaned back as far as my chair goes. I could not reach the touch screen without leaning forward and up, and that would take effort. And I am a lazy-ass critter, why else would I work in that position in the first place?
At home, things are no different, I usually work with my legs up on the sofa, sitting up, but leaned back on the comfy cushions. Again, touch screen out of reach.
So this technology really doesn't interest me.
Well, maybe if the touch screen came will a big, long stylus or I could use a sawed-off cue stick. However, I might get in the habit of whacking the touch screen with the stylus, when I get angry about something on the screen.
If you are taking off with a sack of seeds to colonize the moon, and planning to live off the land, like early pioneers, you might want to be certain that your plants will grow there.
The European South African settlers who ventured too far north were screwed when they discovered that their plants would not grow in the tropics.
(I hear the voices of thousands of Slashdotters screaming, "Are you suggesting that the moon has a tropical climate?")
And the choice of mustard seeds is not a bad one, from a survivalist view: I remember many a nights during my cashless college days, when dinner was a "Mustard Sandwich" . . . mustard on bread. As Benjamin Franklin wrote, "Hunger never saw bad bread."
But before I sign up for the Moon Colony Mission, I would like to know the effects of Lunar Gravity on my preferred diet: Philly Cheesesteaks, beer, canned Chilli, chips, Taco Cabana take-out, another cheesesteak, more beer . . .
I read it as "Growing Plants in Lunar Gravy."
Hmmm . . . gravy.
I guess that's what I get for reading Slashdot before breakfast.
"Mom! Can we have plants in lunar gravy for breakfast?"