that's just life support is okay with us. We won't be chasing those figures that seem all-too-important to bean counters and Wall Street. Go ahead and say, Too late the hero You probably use a gadget that does the job. And we'll be fine too...over here.
(Had to repost. For some silly stupid reason the new slashdot logs you in, but posts your comments as ac. stupid untested beta creeps)
You think it is too late? Late for poseurs and wannabees. Too late for them.
I have been surrounded by iphoneatics and people with bigger and larger tablets you need two pairs of cargo pants to wear them, the second one for your brain in case it ever needs to multitask. Sure it'll fit, if you don't drop it on the floor.
You'll be like the rest of the phoneatics, mesmerized by the glow, which you will need since it's too dark where the sun don't shine. And guess where your head is at.
So please BB, make a phone for the rest of us that aren't thrown by the shiny shiny or the price. Or the long lines. Because WE know who Big Brother really is. He's up there in the icloud.
Go ahead and buy the new model, with the gorilla glass and chinese-made parts. But don't forget to sign up and have an account. You know resistance is futile. But not smexi.
Sure let's make a million of them. For testing. Now drop them in the Middle East, the terrorist training areas. Before they are taught how to have sex with their camels. Or make homemade bombs out of fertilizer, and other household goods. Hey guys, the virgins we were promised are here, early delivery! Everybody would be trying to get these bots in unusual contortions before the bots suddenly explode, nuking the desert back to the stone age.
Do Androids dream of electric sheep Will I dream How does choosing to have sex with a robot reinforce stereotypes about women?...and other unanswered questions were racing through my sci-fi addled mind, as I slowly undressed the Kardashian sexbot I had recharged for the weekend. Only 46 hours of pleasure till Monday, beer stocked in the fridge, pizza to be delivered soon...life is good.
The word tends to resurface in those critical review meetings. You know which ones: the disaster recovery meeting, the war room meetings, congressional hearings, investigative meetings--in short, those blamestorming meetings, and you know you've reached a certain milestone in your career when you are always kept in the loop. In fact, you know you're approaching that red zone when you happen to be wearing the beeper that causes those ripples that are felt by Everyone That Matters at 2 in the morning. And the One In the Hot Seat will make a statement that would sound something like this:
Well we made that choice because it seamless trouble at the time.
You haven't been in the industry long enough. At some point Whats top dollar for the best of this breed of programmer wherein they decide let's outsource this, and there's a gajillion coders out there undercutting each other, and it winds up becoming staffed by poor quality coders, so the firms beef up their call centers with even more ridiculous low rent workers, cheapening the industry, and sending this breed to extinction, and into idiocracy.
Rinse lather repeat with each flavor-of-the-month programming language. But don't ask why you're being put on hold one more time. It is no wonder that it is a male-dominated industry, because we think that we're the smart ones, when it seems that the opposite is true.
It was all fine and dandy, until this amazon knocked on our door, demanding to speak to the father of the house, but the pink heart shaped balloon tied to her wrist hinted vaguely at something unusual, and of a forgotten 60 minutes expose entitled "Something wicked this way comes"
Agreed, they had the balls to make a Ferrari laptop. So instead of the cliche pic of Ferrari on the laptop screen, just look at the thing. Sure it has an engine.wav file play at bootup; heck I'd still stick linux on it.
I hope he has recovered; I was listening to the radio one time and this is the reason athletes who just turned pro in the NFL usually are staffed with a financial advisor to work out the mess a sudden windfall that 6 figures creates.
When I was a kid, I would normally miss the blockbuster movies because they would be rated either PG or R. Then I would wait for the cheap Italian version featuring rather well known actors who looked like they could pull off the lead, and maybe make it a considerable hit in 3rd World countries. Up to know I still find myself commenting poor man's Jason Statham or poor man's Bruce Willis
but I put a linux live USB stick in. When he was startled as boot messages scrolled by, I asked him to relax, it's just getting your credit card info and your shoe size. No, you don't have to take them out of your wallet.
The only manual that I've read from cover to cover when I decided to make a career of using computers was the one that came with the very first desktop PC I bought, how to set it up for daily use, and it had tips on ergonomic positioning and monitor height (angle maybe, and distance) to avoid RSA and vision problems later on. It was well worth the 15 minutes, because many career changes later on, with each new computer I've remembered those tips and the optimal setup. BTW, GOML!
...those 16oz wrist curls and refrigerator door pulls (to get 1 nacho at a time) I've described before will soon take effect. It's all about intensity.
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...but that's the one that gets hired.
Proving yet again: Don't you just hate using the subject line as part of anything?
that's just life support is okay with us. We won't be chasing those figures that seem all-too-important to bean counters and Wall Street. Go ahead and say, Too late the hero You probably use a gadget that does the job. And we'll be fine too...over here.
don't worry, stick to your whatever-gadget.
Because you don't want one; which explains a lot.
(Had to repost. For some silly stupid reason the new slashdot logs you in, but posts your comments as ac. stupid untested beta creeps)
You think it is too late? Late for poseurs and wannabees. Too late for them.
I have been surrounded by iphoneatics and people with bigger and larger tablets you need two pairs of cargo pants to wear them, the second one for your brain in case it ever needs to multitask. Sure it'll fit, if you don't drop it on the floor.
You'll be like the rest of the phoneatics, mesmerized by the glow, which you will need since it's too dark where the sun don't shine. And guess where your head is at.
So please BB, make a phone for the rest of us that aren't thrown by the shiny shiny or the price. Or the long lines. Because WE know who Big Brother really is. He's up there in the icloud.
Go ahead and buy the new model, with the gorilla glass and chinese-made parts. But don't forget to sign up and have an account. You know resistance is futile. But not smexi.
It was a German decision
germane Stupid spellchecker...
Barbie Gets a Brain, Dumps Ken
Bingo
Sure let's make a million of them. For testing. Now drop them in the Middle East, the terrorist training areas. Before they are taught how to have sex with their camels. Or make homemade bombs out of fertilizer, and other household goods. Hey guys, the virgins we were promised are here, early delivery! Everybody would be trying to get these bots in unusual contortions before the bots suddenly explode, nuking the desert back to the stone age.
...she left her e-bible this time
Do Androids dream of electric sheep ...and other unanswered questions were racing through my sci-fi addled mind, as I slowly undressed the Kardashian sexbot I had recharged for the weekend. Only 46 hours of pleasure till Monday, beer stocked in the fridge, pizza to be delivered soon...life is good.
Will I dream
How does choosing to have sex with a robot reinforce stereotypes about women?
Seamless
The word tends to resurface in those critical review meetings. You know which ones: the disaster recovery meeting, the war room meetings, congressional hearings, investigative meetings--in short, those blamestorming meetings, and you know you've reached a certain milestone in your career when you are always kept in the loop. In fact, you know you're approaching that red zone when you happen to be wearing the beeper that causes those ripples that are felt by Everyone That Matters at 2 in the morning. And the One In the Hot Seat will make a statement that would sound something like this:
Well we made that choice because it seamless trouble at the time.
Use third world people, get third world morality
and third world technical support, please press 4.
You haven't been in the industry long enough. At some point Whats top dollar for the best of this breed of programmer wherein they decide let's outsource this, and there's a gajillion coders out there undercutting each other, and it winds up becoming staffed by poor quality coders, so the firms beef up their call centers with even more ridiculous low rent workers, cheapening the industry, and sending this breed to extinction, and into idiocracy.
Rinse lather repeat with each flavor-of-the-month programming language. But don't ask why you're being put on hold one more time. It is no wonder that it is a male-dominated industry, because we think that we're the smart ones, when it seems that the opposite is true.
It was all fine and dandy, until this amazon knocked on our door, demanding to speak to the father of the house, but the pink heart shaped balloon tied to her wrist hinted vaguely at something unusual, and of a forgotten 60 minutes expose entitled "Something wicked this way comes"
Agreed, they had the balls to make a Ferrari laptop. So instead of the cliche pic of Ferrari on the laptop screen, just look at the thing. Sure it has an engine.wav file play at bootup; heck I'd still stick linux on it.
Man more power to them! After all they've got the balls to do what pics have been trying for years: http://bigpicture.typepad.com/...
highways, phone towers, and internet cable
and all this time I thought it was food, clothing, and shelter. Serves me right for growing up "off the grid"
I hope he has recovered; I was listening to the radio one time and this is the reason athletes who just turned pro in the NFL usually are staffed with a financial advisor to work out the mess a sudden windfall that 6 figures creates.
When I was a kid, I would normally miss the blockbuster movies because they would be rated either PG or R. Then I would wait for the cheap Italian version featuring rather well known actors who looked like they could pull off the lead, and maybe make it a considerable hit in 3rd World countries. Up to know I still find myself commenting poor man's Jason Statham or poor man's Bruce Willis
The hunt is on for Poor man's Ben Affleck!
but I put a linux live USB stick in. When he was startled as boot messages scrolled by, I asked him to relax, it's just getting your credit card info and your shoe size. No, you don't have to take them out of your wallet.
Oculus made the first big pubic thrust
that has got to be a freudian slip right there
it's peak as in 'top of a mountain'. Point taken, nonetheless
The only manual that I've read from cover to cover when I decided to make a career of using computers was the one that came with the very first desktop PC I bought, how to set it up for daily use, and it had tips on ergonomic positioning and monitor height (angle maybe, and distance) to avoid RSA and vision problems later on.
It was well worth the 15 minutes, because many career changes later on, with each new computer I've remembered those tips and the optimal setup. BTW, GOML!
...those 16oz wrist curls and refrigerator door pulls (to get 1 nacho at a time) I've described before will soon take effect. It's all about intensity.