In an experiment with ABS in taxis, that is exactly what happened. If I may reproduce (to the best of my recollection) a line from the report: "The drivers who received ABS systems increased their aggressiveness to match to their personally acceptable level of risk."
Because when this tech comes out, no one will drive a car that doesn't have it? Just like every vehicle on the road now has a catalytic converter and side-curtain air bags?
Same outcome, sadly. If you try to do certain kinds of footnote formatting, the document is not going to look the same in Word and LO/OO, no matter which file format you specify.
... which is a decent indication that either those other companies are overvalued or Apple is undervalued.
I agree with you all the way up to here. My understanding is that Amazon doesn't have a high rate of return because they are "grow[ing] the company" instead of "distribut[ing] the wealth back to shareholders." Does capitalization value (or some other metric) take that into account?
"We don't just buy stuff from Amazon as you suggested. You have to go to a source, i.e., HP or any reputable source where the city has a contract. And there's a purchase order that has to be submitted, and there has to be money in the budget."
And this, my friends, is how you end up with $6500 price tag for $70 hard drive. Bureaucracy, it's good for you!
And while we're at it, if they don't have "money in the budget," why'd they buy all those license plate readers in the first place?
No, that's complete bullshit. VPNs and encryption are perfectly legal to use and considered to be essential security tools. Especially by the government of the US.
Those thin bible pages made good rolling paper in a pinch.
Your remark put me in mind of a classmate's selection for the dramatic poetry reading when I was in Junior High: (WTF, Slashdot? There's a minimum for the average characters per line? How do people write Burma Shaves?)
The Ballad Of Salvation Bill 'Twas in the bleary middle of the hard-boiled Arctic night, I was lonesome as a loon, so if you can, Imagine my emotions of amazement and delight When I bumped into that Missionary Man. He was lying lost and dying in the moon's unholy leer, And frozen from his toes to finger-tips' The famished wolf-pack ringed him; but he didn't seem to fear, As he pressed his ice-bond Bible to his lips.
'Twas the limit of my trap-line, with the cabin miles away, And every step was like a stab of pain; But I packed him like a baby, and I nursed him night and day, Till I got him back to health and strength again. So there we were, benighted in the shadow of the Pole, And he might have proved a priceless little pard, If he hadn't got to worrying about my blessed soul, And a-quotin' me his Bible by the yard.
Now there was I, a husky guy, whose god was Nicotine, With a "coffin-nail" a fixture in my mug; I rolled them in the pages of a pulpwood magazine, And hacked them with my jack-knife from the plug. For, Oh to know the bliss and glow that good tobacco means, Just live among the everlasting ice . .. So judge my horror when I found my stock of magazines Was chewed into a chowder by the mice.
A woeful week went by and not a single pill I had, Me that would smoke my forty in a day; I sighed, I swore, I strode the floor; I felt I would go mad: The gospel-plugger watched me with dismay. My brow was wet, my teeth were set, my nerves were rasping raw; And yet that preacher couldn't understand: So with despair I wrestled there - when suddenly I saw The volume he was holding in his hand.
Then something snapped inside my brain, and with an evil start The wolf-man in me woke to rabid rage. "I saved your lousy life," says I; "so show you have a heart, And tear me out a solitary page." He shrank and shrivelled at my words; his face went pewter white; 'Twas just as if I'd handed him a blow: And then . . . and then he seemed to swell, and grow to Heaven's height, And in a voice that rang he answered: "No!"
I grabbed my loaded rifle and I jabbed it to his chest: "Come on, you shrimp, give me that Book," says I. Well sir, he was a parson, but he stacked up with the best, And for grit I got to hand it to the guy. "If I should let you desecrate this Holy Word," he said, "My soul would be eternally accurst; So go on, Bill, I'm ready. You can pump me full of lead And take it, but - you've got to kill me first."
Now I'm no foul assassin, though I'm full of sinful ways, And I knew right there the fellow had me beat; For I felt a yellow mongrel in the glory of his gaze, And I flung my foolish firearm at his feet, Then wearily I turned away, and dropped upon my bunk, And there I lay and blubbered like a kid. "Forgive me, pard," says I at last, "for acting like a skunk, But hide the blasted rifle..." Which he did.
And he also hid his Bible, which was maybe just as well, For the sight of all that paper gave me pain; And there were crimson moments when I felt I'd o to hell To have a single cigarette again. And so I lay day after day, and brooded dark and deep, Until one night I thought I'd end it all; Then rough I roused the preacher, where he stretched pretending sleep, With his map of horror turned towards the wall.
"See here, my pious pal," says I, "I've stood it long enough... Behold! I've mixed some strychnine in a cup; Enough to kill a dozen men - believe me it's no bluff; Now watch me, for I'm gonna drink it up. You've seen me bludgeoned by despair through bitter days and
This is the real reason why medical costs are so high here in the USA, and it's odd that no politician as made this a talking point yet.
Are you kidding? The moment some pol says "You shouldn't take extra tests because they're expensive and unnecessary," her/his opposition is going to come out of the woodwork with anecdotes of instances where those tests saved someone.
Even if those anecdotes are a tiny minority of actual cases, that politician is going to be pilloried for their position because of some human-interest pieces on morning television that thank Bob's Hospital Association for "its helpful assistance."
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Released inmates from Eastern Correctional Facility quickly work their way up the chain of command in their respective gangs.
Posting to remove fat-fingered mod.
Making recursive jokes is an n - 1th world problem.
Pounds per inch could be a spring rating. Newtons per meter is arguable more useful, but if you want to use non-SI units, you can.
$18 Billion in fines should fund plenty of EPA testing for decades to come.
From the Stack Overflow Blog:
It turns out that people will do anything for fake internet points.
That should be totally covered by
Officer, do you solemnly swear to tell the truth, the whole truth, and nothing but the truth?
Obviously, parallel construction does not lend itself to the whole truth. IANAL, but it sounds to me like your DEA Agent is perjuring herself.
Unless you're the Chinese government, and you've just stolen the fingerprint records of 5 million US Government employees.
Alternatively, the Chinese government has stolen who those people are and this case is now a mass kidnapping.
No, you don't get it - your fingerprints and DNA aren't personal! They don't actually have your name spelled in them...
They identify you as DATAGGA.
Can I join your fantasy spaceflight league? I'm drafting Mark Watney and EmDrive.
In an experiment with ABS in taxis, that is exactly what happened. If I may reproduce (to the best of my recollection) a line from the report: "The drivers who received ABS systems increased their aggressiveness to match to their personally acceptable level of risk."
Because when this tech comes out, no one will drive a car that doesn't have it? Just like every vehicle on the road now has a catalytic converter and side-curtain air bags?
Same outcome, sadly. If you try to do certain kinds of footnote formatting, the document is not going to look the same in Word and LO/OO, no matter which file format you specify.
I wish as much as anyone that it were otherwise.
XPlane as a substitute for MS Flight Sim X?
... which is a decent indication that either those other companies are overvalued or Apple is undervalued.
I agree with you all the way up to here. My understanding is that Amazon doesn't have a high rate of return because they are "grow[ing] the company" instead of "distribut[ing] the wealth back to shareholders." Does capitalization value (or some other metric) take that into account?
Followed by the seguelarity where every time you voice a thought, someone uses it to change the subject.
"We don't just buy stuff from Amazon as you suggested. You have to go to a source, i.e., HP or any reputable source where the city has a contract. And there's a purchase order that has to be submitted, and there has to be money in the budget."
And this, my friends, is how you end up with $6500 price tag for $70 hard drive. Bureaucracy, it's good for you!
And while we're at it, if they don't have "money in the budget," why'd they buy all those license plate readers in the first place?
I think you have just described the system on Earth in the "Expanse" series.
There's no replacement for cubic gigabytes.
Ah, yes. Pope Been-a-darth.
No, that's complete bullshit. VPNs and encryption are perfectly legal to use and considered to be essential security tools. Especially by the government of the US.
Corollary
You have to pay extra to get the model with the larger boot.
Those thin bible pages made good rolling paper in a pinch.
Your remark put me in mind of a classmate's selection for the dramatic poetry reading when I was in Junior High: (WTF, Slashdot? There's a minimum for the average characters per line? How do people write Burma Shaves?)
The Ballad Of Salvation Bill
'Twas in the bleary middle of the hard-boiled Arctic night,
I was lonesome as a loon, so if you can,
Imagine my emotions of amazement and delight
When I bumped into that Missionary Man.
He was lying lost and dying in the moon's unholy leer,
And frozen from his toes to finger-tips'
The famished wolf-pack ringed him; but he didn't seem to fear,
As he pressed his ice-bond Bible to his lips.
'Twas the limit of my trap-line, with the cabin miles away,
And every step was like a stab of pain;
But I packed him like a baby, and I nursed him night and day,
Till I got him back to health and strength again.
So there we were, benighted in the shadow of the Pole,
And he might have proved a priceless little pard,
If he hadn't got to worrying about my blessed soul,
And a-quotin' me his Bible by the yard.
Now there was I, a husky guy, whose god was Nicotine, .
With a "coffin-nail" a fixture in my mug;
I rolled them in the pages of a pulpwood magazine,
And hacked them with my jack-knife from the plug.
For, Oh to know the bliss and glow that good tobacco means,
Just live among the everlasting ice . .
So judge my horror when I found my stock of magazines
Was chewed into a chowder by the mice.
A woeful week went by and not a single pill I had,
Me that would smoke my forty in a day;
I sighed, I swore, I strode the floor; I felt I would go mad:
The gospel-plugger watched me with dismay.
My brow was wet, my teeth were set, my nerves were rasping raw;
And yet that preacher couldn't understand:
So with despair I wrestled there - when suddenly I saw
The volume he was holding in his hand.
Then something snapped inside my brain, and with an evil start
The wolf-man in me woke to rabid rage.
"I saved your lousy life," says I; "so show you have a heart,
And tear me out a solitary page."
He shrank and shrivelled at my words; his face went pewter white;
'Twas just as if I'd handed him a blow:
And then . . . and then he seemed to swell, and grow to Heaven's height,
And in a voice that rang he answered: "No!"
I grabbed my loaded rifle and I jabbed it to his chest:
"Come on, you shrimp, give me that Book," says I.
Well sir, he was a parson, but he stacked up with the best,
And for grit I got to hand it to the guy.
"If I should let you desecrate this Holy Word," he said,
"My soul would be eternally accurst;
So go on, Bill, I'm ready. You can pump me full of lead
And take it, but - you've got to kill me first."
Now I'm no foul assassin, though I'm full of sinful ways,
And I knew right there the fellow had me beat;
For I felt a yellow mongrel in the glory of his gaze,
And I flung my foolish firearm at his feet,
Then wearily I turned away, and dropped upon my bunk,
And there I lay and blubbered like a kid.
"Forgive me, pard," says I at last, "for acting like a skunk,
But hide the blasted rifle..." Which he did.
And he also hid his Bible, which was maybe just as well,
For the sight of all that paper gave me pain;
And there were crimson moments when I felt I'd o to hell
To have a single cigarette again.
And so I lay day after day, and brooded dark and deep,
Until one night I thought I'd end it all;
Then rough I roused the preacher, where he stretched pretending sleep,
With his map of horror turned towards the wall.
"See here, my pious pal," says I, "I've stood it long enough...
Behold! I've mixed some strychnine in a cup;
Enough to kill a dozen men - believe me it's no bluff;
Now watch me, for I'm gonna drink it up.
You've seen me bludgeoned by despair through bitter days and
a Beowulf cluster is this thing, you know, from the ninety nineties.
Please tell me that in 9090, they have better parallelization than a beowulf cluster.
This is the real reason why medical costs are so high here in the USA, and it's odd that no politician as made this a talking point yet.
Are you kidding? The moment some pol says "You shouldn't take extra tests because they're expensive and unnecessary," her/his opposition is going to come out of the woodwork with anecdotes of instances where those tests saved someone.
Even if those anecdotes are a tiny minority of actual cases, that politician is going to be pilloried for their position because of some human-interest pieces on morning television that thank Bob's Hospital Association for "its helpful assistance."