Nerval's Lobster writes that Gartner's 2012 Hype Cycle of Emerging Technologies says that "Cloud computing" (along with a few other terms, such as "Near Field Communication" and "media tablets") is not just alive but growing.
It's a noble cause, when you put it that way, and I admit it struck a chord of sympathy with me easily once you spelled it out. Honestly, I think I'd do the same. I'd hope thought that someone building such a secure data store would consider preserving other things, though, like a Wikipedia mirror or family heirlooms, and not just their personal creative achievements.
On two occasions I have been asked, 'Pray, Mr. Babbage, if the surface of the Earth is fried by a solar flare and all computers are rendered inoperable, how can one protect a video game?' I am not able rightly to apprehend the kind of confusion of ideas that could provoke such a need.
I think Vuze would challenge that title. It comes with a DLNA media server turned on out of the box. (FWIW, uTorrent is also called just "BitTorrent" these days, to be annoying and namespace-polluting.)
You're misremembering a little—Winamp 3 was the disastrous release that brought in the new skin system, Wasabi. Everyone stuck to 2.95 or so for years and years until Winamp 5 came out, which had support for both skinning systems—but by then the media library was so mediocre, hobbyists had switched to Foobar. AOL mucking things up (WA5 introduced the 'pro' version, I think) didn't help either.
Starting sentences with "Man, " stopped being an address a long time ago, so it's really okay. It's just an ejective, like "Wow," or "Hey," at this point. The bizarre thing is that the same is happening to "dude."
...anyway, what does any of that post have to do with biology?
No need to be so general: we can narrow down "Microsoft" to "Sinofsky and Ballmer." Only severely senior management can march into a burning chicken coop and expect to exceed quota.
In the beginning there was a Plan.
And then came Assumptions.
And the Assumptions were without form.
And the plan was without substance.
And darkness was on the face of the Workers.
And they spoke among themselves, saying
"It is a crock of shit, and it stinks".
And the Workers went unto their Supervisors and said
"It is a pale of dung, and none may obide the odor thereof".
And the Supervisors went unto their Managers, saying
"It is a container of excrement, and it is very strong, such that none can abide by it".
And the Managers went unto their Directors saying
"It is a vessel of fertilizer, and none may abide its strength".
And the Directors spoke among themselves, saying one to another
"It contains that which aids plant growth, and it is very strong".
And the Directors went unto the Vice Presidents, saying unto them
"It promotes growth, and it is very powerful".
And the Vice Presidents went unto President saying unto him
"This new Plan will actively promote growth and vigor of this company, with powerful effects".
And the President looked upon the Plan and saw it was good.
And the Plan became Policy.
This is how shit happens.
Gotcha: Windows 2000 came out in February of 2000; Windows Me came out in the subsequent September. Since you didn't include NT 4, you might as well drop 2000 and just focus on the home user upgrade path.
I'm not an expert on this particular area, but I strongly doubt that preparing game would have been the sort of thing taught at all establishments in the nineteenth century. The households of the better-off patrons would doubtlessly have had servants take care of such matters.
But that of course would be "immature"—no, friends, "amature" is a fine example of a brilliant mondegreen malapropism, combining all the best features of the ambiguity of amorality with the passionate interest of amateurishness. It is the state of the teenager who has absolutely no idea what maturity is, and so proceeds through life passionately foolish. Like 4chan.
The mere mention of violence is obviously a threat to the frail constitutions of women, much less those with child. Didn't you learn anything in finishing school? Why, I think I might faint just from reading the summary!
The reason for Computer Modern's ugliness isn't apparent until you know what it's imitating. This is a comparison of CM and Bodoni 12, a font from the early 19th century. So-called "Modern" typefaces were frequently used for setting professional and mathematical treatises (and Slashdot's had an article in the past about how being difficult to read slows down the reader and gives them time to absorb the material.)
Essentially, the problem with CM is that it has straight flat parts on the sides of curves (e.g. the bowls of d and b), which make the font feel synthetic, like Chicago. The rigidity of the figures makes the letters feel as though they were assembled out of parts (which they were), rather than organically drawn.
I almost couldn't believe it myself when I saw your post on my liquid-crystal LCD display. But if you have a moment, this short educational, informative public service PSA announcement from the Unabridged and Expanded Redundant Department of Redundancy Department might change your mind about "personal PIN number."
One, people can have more than one PIN. Personally, I've had a personal PIN, a work PIN, and during an ill-fated experiment a few years ago, an entrepreneurial PIN. If I were to go around talking about WINs and EINs, people would start thinking I was greatly concerned with victory and German, which would be very odd.
Two, PINs consist of more than just their number. They have an association with a bank account, a date that they were set, and possibly other pieces of metadata that I can't think of for this tongue-in-cheek lecturification. There are certain contexts—and I'm not saying they're necessarily as common as the phrase "PIN number"—where you actually may be referring to just the digits of the PIN, and not to the PIN as a whole entity. Talking about a PIN number could be equivalent to saying "the digits of one's PIN", or the characters of a string. (Java programmers, long forced to put up with immutable strings, may not understand this. Are you a Java programmer? If you don't know, look for a mysterious odour of rancid coffee that follows you everywhere you go.)
(Note: I do not condone any of this and have written it purely for the sake of argument, which you wouldn't think needs much help given how many arguments go on daily, but I suppose it was bound to happen anyway. I guess I kinda believe the first point, but the second is just too silly.)
But wait! We could combine this with the data from the phonebook! Then you can harass everyone else simply by looking for households without a blue flag!
Slashdot Mirror
May I recommend a new ophthalmologist?
Nerval's Lobster writes that Gartner's 2012 Hype Cycle of Emerging Technologies says that "Cloud computing" (along with a few other terms, such as "Near Field Communication" and "media tablets") is not just alive but growing.
It's a noble cause, when you put it that way, and I admit it struck a chord of sympathy with me easily once you spelled it out. Honestly, I think I'd do the same. I'd hope thought that someone building such a secure data store would consider preserving other things, though, like a Wikipedia mirror or family heirlooms, and not just their personal creative achievements.
To paraphrase:
On two occasions I have been asked, 'Pray, Mr. Babbage, if the surface of the Earth is fried by a solar flare and all computers are rendered inoperable, how can one protect a video game?' I am not able rightly to apprehend the kind of confusion of ideas that could provoke such a need.
Yes!
I mean... no?
There's a lot more to bioengineering than putting eyes in mice.
The first wave of these advancements will be [...] bringing them up to human standard
Woah, woah, hold on there buddy. Are you trying to get Earth demolished to make room for a hyperspace bypass?
RTFS—GCC itself is becoming a C++ program. It'll still compile stuff the same way. (Optimizing your compiler is for Gentoo users and communists.)
I think Vuze would challenge that title. It comes with a DLNA media server turned on out of the box. (FWIW, uTorrent is also called just "BitTorrent" these days, to be annoying and namespace-polluting.)
You're misremembering a little—Winamp 3 was the disastrous release that brought in the new skin system, Wasabi. Everyone stuck to 2.95 or so for years and years until Winamp 5 came out, which had support for both skinning systems—but by then the media library was so mediocre, hobbyists had switched to Foobar. AOL mucking things up (WA5 introduced the 'pro' version, I think) didn't help either.
Starting sentences with "Man, " stopped being an address a long time ago, so it's really okay. It's just an ejective, like "Wow," or "Hey," at this point. The bizarre thing is that the same is happening to "dude."
...anyway, what does any of that post have to do with biology?
I understand – I'm informed that Alexander Peter Kowalski once trained under your auspices.
Let us bask in its glory. A true modern The Wasteland.
In the beginning there was a Plan.
And then came Assumptions.
And the Assumptions were without form.
And the plan was without substance.
And darkness was on the face of the Workers.
And they spoke among themselves, saying
"It is a crock of shit, and it stinks".
And the Workers went unto their Supervisors and said
"It is a pale of dung, and none may obide the odor thereof".
And the Supervisors went unto their Managers, saying
"It is a container of excrement, and it is very strong, such that none can abide by it".
And the Managers went unto their Directors saying
"It is a vessel of fertilizer, and none may abide its strength".
And the Directors spoke among themselves, saying one to another
"It contains that which aids plant growth, and it is very strong".
And the Directors went unto the Vice Presidents, saying unto them
"It promotes growth, and it is very powerful".
And the Vice Presidents went unto President saying unto him
"This new Plan will actively promote growth and vigor of this company, with powerful effects".
And the President looked upon the Plan and saw it was good.
And the Plan became Policy.
This is how shit happens.
Gotcha: Windows 2000 came out in February of 2000; Windows Me came out in the subsequent September. Since you didn't include NT 4, you might as well drop 2000 and just focus on the home user upgrade path.
I'm not an expert on this particular area, but I strongly doubt that preparing game would have been the sort of thing taught at all establishments in the nineteenth century. The households of the better-off patrons would doubtlessly have had servants take care of such matters.
I'm pretty sure that's postmaturity. Postrock, postmodern, postmature.
But that of course would be "immature"—no, friends, "amature" is a fine example of a brilliant mondegreen malapropism, combining all the best features of the ambiguity of amorality with the passionate interest of amateurishness. It is the state of the teenager who has absolutely no idea what maturity is, and so proceeds through life passionately foolish. Like 4chan.
...which country, social stratum, and decade is this?
The mere mention of violence is obviously a threat to the frail constitutions of women, much less those with child. Didn't you learn anything in finishing school? Why, I think I might faint just from reading the summary!
The reason for Computer Modern's ugliness isn't apparent until you know what it's imitating. This is a comparison of CM and Bodoni 12, a font from the early 19th century. So-called "Modern" typefaces were frequently used for setting professional and mathematical treatises (and Slashdot's had an article in the past about how being difficult to read slows down the reader and gives them time to absorb the material.)
Essentially, the problem with CM is that it has straight flat parts on the sides of curves (e.g. the bowls of d and b), which make the font feel synthetic, like Chicago. The rigidity of the figures makes the letters feel as though they were assembled out of parts (which they were), rather than organically drawn.
I almost couldn't believe it myself when I saw your post on my liquid-crystal LCD display. But if you have a moment, this short educational, informative public service PSA announcement from the Unabridged and Expanded Redundant Department of Redundancy Department might change your mind about "personal PIN number."
One, people can have more than one PIN. Personally, I've had a personal PIN, a work PIN, and during an ill-fated experiment a few years ago, an entrepreneurial PIN. If I were to go around talking about WINs and EINs, people would start thinking I was greatly concerned with victory and German, which would be very odd.
Two, PINs consist of more than just their number. They have an association with a bank account, a date that they were set, and possibly other pieces of metadata that I can't think of for this tongue-in-cheek lecturification. There are certain contexts—and I'm not saying they're necessarily as common as the phrase "PIN number"—where you actually may be referring to just the digits of the PIN, and not to the PIN as a whole entity. Talking about a PIN number could be equivalent to saying "the digits of one's PIN", or the characters of a string. (Java programmers, long forced to put up with immutable strings, may not understand this. Are you a Java programmer? If you don't know, look for a mysterious odour of rancid coffee that follows you everywhere you go.)
(Note: I do not condone any of this and have written it purely for the sake of argument, which you wouldn't think needs much help given how many arguments go on daily, but I suppose it was bound to happen anyway. I guess I kinda believe the first point, but the second is just too silly.)
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Tell that to the SUSE people! They get both caught in their zyppers.
Think of the walnut trees! They're having their children ripped away from them by this madman's lust for sugar-coated plant fetuses! What a monster!
Monster-brand stock, obviously. Sold in stacks of six feet.
But wait! We could combine this with the data from the phonebook! Then you can harass everyone else simply by looking for households without a blue flag!
I hate to be crass, but... you may want to check your facts on that one.