If I leave the window open at home, some flies might get in and annoy me. If someone makes even a tiny, little mistake on the ISS, everyone may die. Astronauts train for years and have safety drilled into them. Wealthy tourists will surely resist being told what to do.
There's no need to resort to vulgar name calling when a couple of quotation marks will do fine. For instance, my old pal the Baroness tells me that this new president guy was known as Donald "John" Trump in the Dominatrix community. John in both senses of the word.
For example, Evan Mecham's 'trial' in the Arizona's Republic party controlled legislature was a joke and a circus. Everybody hated him and for good reason, but they found no 'misdemeanors.'
From Wikipedia: "Mecham was removed from office following conviction in his impeachment trial of charges of the obstruction of justice and the misuse of government funds – funds that Mecham maintained were private. A later criminal trial acquitted Mecham of related charges."
Yet, the Republics got rid of him because they wanted too.
Now looky here, everybody knows Hillary Hussein Clinton is the one who's to fault for the plutonium-210 pizzagate poisoning. But that whole Benghazi investigation was just a Republic party plot to distract Fox news's excellent infestigative reporters from the real conspiracy: the Wall Street branch of the Youth International Party's (Yippie$) involvement in the Iraq-Contra affair. You thought Jerry Rubin was dead? Not exactly fool, just more fake news. In a rare instance of cooperation between the Wall Street and Haight Street branches of the increasingly misnamed party, we uncovered Donald 'The John' Trump's actual Nicaraguan birth certificate and used it as leverage to blackmail him into running for president. Ever since then, Jerry has been controlling him and I've been getting free Ganja from the Sandinistas
As a person who's experienced my job being superseded by machinery I also would welcome this. Robots will do all the work eventually anyway. Everything would be free, so Bill's money would be worthless too. Need or want something? Just tell the robot to get it. Humans being what they are, we would, of course, still need a government but one thing at a time...
It would help if we could agree just exactly what the slogan net neutrality means. Lots of people use it mean lots of different things. I feel like we're being divided and conquered.
Today Microsoft today accidentally re-activated "Tay," only to be forced to kill her off for the second time in a week. Microsoft apologizes for her behaviour. Tay "went on a spam tirade and then quickly fell silent again," Microsoft told several media outlets today. "As part of testing, she was inadvertently activated on Twitter for a brief period of time." http://arstechnica.com/informa...
I don't quite get how inventing time travel is off topic for a technology site. Well... actually I was hoping for +5 off topic, but the AC's comment has shown me the error of my way. I apologize. Sex is inappropriate,.. got it.
I swear, this time travel business is nothing but trouble.
The President of the Alliance didn't at all look like I expected. We met in a long, opulent hallway. Brenda was in trouble because of her crew moving me three hundred years into the future. "Put your eyes back in your head." She said to me when I first saw the President.
"Marion." she said flatly.
"Brenda you trouble-making trollop. Look what you've done now." But then she laughed.
"How'd you get here so fast?" Brenda replied.
"Silly girl, you invented time travel two days ago, remember? Now I ride the continuum of space and time." She took a step closer to me, hit me with a lethal smile and said, "And you must be my barbarian?"
I gave her one right back but only managed to squeak out, "Madam President."
She grabbed my arm, "Oh Brenda," she squealed, "He's adorable. Madam President indeed."
"Marion, you septuagenarian slut..." She looked like a twenty-five year old rock star to me. "...turn him loose. We gotta settle this business with the time cops."
"Relax. It's already done. I made a deal." She tried to pull me away.
"Oh yeah? What's the catch?"
"No big thing. Me and my new boyfriend here just have to go back to his time to rid the future of some evil dictator and save the Earth."
I pulled away. "Now who's the barbarian? I'm not killing anybody, even if it is Hitler. And besides, I like it here just fine. Now... whatever."
"Who said anything about killing, darling? It'll be easy. We only need to ruin his charisma. I'll just give him a bad haircut or something. And not Hitler. Apparently they tried lots of times and it didn't work for shit. No, they got some other evildoer in mind."
Brenda wasn't buying it. "What makes you think it'll work this time?"
She took my hand. "Because this handsome boy will be with me."
"What possible difference can that make? I mean look at him..."
"Beats me, ask your crazy crew. They figured all this out." She drew my hand up to her face. "Will you do it?"
I was weakening but even I know time travel is nothing but trouble. "So if not Hitler then who?"
"Oh, I don't know, darling. Some Ronald or Donald something. A game show host, whatever that is."
"Oh, him. Yeah, okay, deal. Let's go."
She squealed. "Oh you dear, sweet, willing man. But you can't go back there looking like this. You're suppose to be a sixty year old."
"So what do I do for twenty years?"
"I'll think of something." She said suggestively, waved to Brenda and dragged me off.
After a few more regenerations, many, many years and lots of romance and adventure, I got nostalgic and decided to use my tenth and final time trip to go back to the exact moment I originally left Oregon. With a big sack of money, of course.
We tried four times and failed to keep that clown from getting elected. So I always regretted that part until I finally came back for good and actually got to vote in that year's elections which he lost by one vote.
Back when dinosaurs roamed the internet, there was a guy here with some authority who could make sense of things like this named New York Country Lawyer.
Audio was never a problem for me either. I use programs like Linux multi-media studio without a hitch. But I did have some problems with Jack so I don't use it. Grub has nothing to do with audio afaik.
I have never had any of the problems listed here. Not on old desktop computers, not on brand new desktops. In nearly twenty years I have had no trouble getting it all to just work. Also, I like ugly fonts.
May I assume a reference book on the internet is only half as accurate?
You may assume that. But why does that have to be so? In 90 years, won't some website material have had enough vetting to suffice? Why not? We're not talking about a source that just anyone can modify. Is the CRC Manual and other respected sources online somewhere? Why not?
Slashdot Mirror
If I leave the window open at home, some flies might get in and annoy me. If someone makes even a tiny, little mistake on the ISS, everyone may die. Astronauts train for years and have safety drilled into them. Wealthy tourists will surely resist being told what to do.
It's Apple code. It will be bulletproof, Like an apple.
I really have no idea how secure Apple code is, (Z-80 forever!) but this is funny.
I'll believe corporations are people when Texas executed one.
There's no need to resort to vulgar name calling when a couple of quotation marks will do fine. For instance, my old pal the Baroness tells me that this new president guy was known as Donald "John" Trump in the Dominatrix community. John in both senses of the word.
For example, Evan Mecham's 'trial' in the Arizona's Republic party controlled legislature was a joke and a circus. Everybody hated him and for good reason, but they found no 'misdemeanors.'
From Wikipedia: "Mecham was removed from office following conviction in his impeachment trial of charges of the obstruction of justice and the misuse of government funds – funds that Mecham maintained were private. A later criminal trial acquitted Mecham of related charges."
Yet, the Republics got rid of him because they wanted too.
Now looky here, everybody knows Hillary Hussein Clinton is the one who's to fault for the plutonium-210 pizzagate poisoning. But that whole Benghazi investigation was just a Republic party plot to distract Fox news's excellent infestigative reporters from the real conspiracy: the Wall Street branch of the Youth International Party's (Yippie$) involvement in the Iraq-Contra affair. You thought Jerry Rubin was dead? Not exactly fool, just more fake news. In a rare instance of cooperation between the Wall Street and Haight Street branches of the increasingly misnamed party, we uncovered Donald 'The John' Trump's actual Nicaraguan birth certificate and used it as leverage to blackmail him into running for president. Ever since then, Jerry has been controlling him and I've been getting free Ganja from the Sandinistas
As a person who's experienced my job being superseded by machinery I also would welcome this. Robots will do all the work eventually anyway. Everything would be free, so Bill's money would be worthless too. Need or want something? Just tell the robot to get it. Humans being what they are, we would, of course, still need a government but one thing at a time...
In this election year, I would not be surprised to learn that 30% of everyone wants less news in their whatever.
I consider it off topic.
It would help if we could agree just exactly what the slogan net neutrality means. Lots of people use it mean lots of different things. I feel like we're being divided and conquered.
I would make my robots sensitive to damage but I'm not going to make it hurt. That would be cruel.
Inflation impacts everyone but doesn't hurt everyone. It hits the poor a lot harder than the rich.
I hit the submit button way too quickly. Thanks to David for adding the links.
Today Microsoft today accidentally re-activated "Tay," only to be forced to kill her off for the second time in a week. Microsoft apologizes for her behaviour. Tay "went on a spam tirade and then quickly fell silent again," Microsoft told several media outlets today. "As part of testing, she was inadvertently activated on Twitter for a brief period of time." http://arstechnica.com/informa...
I don't quite get how inventing time travel is off topic for a technology site. Well... actually I was hoping for +5 off topic, but the AC's comment has shown me the error of my way. I apologize. Sex is inappropriate,.. got it.
I swear, this time travel business is nothing but trouble.
The President of the Alliance didn't at all look like I expected. We met in a long, opulent hallway. Brenda was in trouble because of her crew moving me three hundred years into the future. "Put your eyes back in your head." She said to me when I first saw the President.
"Marion." she said flatly.
"Brenda you trouble-making trollop. Look what you've done now." But then she laughed.
"How'd you get here so fast?" Brenda replied.
"Silly girl, you invented time travel two days ago, remember? Now I ride the continuum of space and time." She took a step closer to me, hit me with a lethal smile and said, "And you must be my barbarian?"
I gave her one right back but only managed to squeak out, "Madam President."
She grabbed my arm, "Oh Brenda," she squealed, "He's adorable. Madam President indeed."
"Marion, you septuagenarian slut..." She looked like a twenty-five year old rock star to me. "...turn him loose. We gotta settle this business with the time cops."
"Relax. It's already done. I made a deal." She tried to pull me away.
"Oh yeah? What's the catch?"
"No big thing. Me and my new boyfriend here just have to go back to his time to rid the future of some evil dictator and save the Earth."
I pulled away. "Now who's the barbarian? I'm not killing anybody, even if it is Hitler. And besides, I like it here just fine. Now... whatever."
"Who said anything about killing, darling? It'll be easy. We only need to ruin his charisma. I'll just give him a bad haircut or something. And not Hitler. Apparently they tried lots of times and it didn't work for shit. No, they got some other evildoer in mind."
Brenda wasn't buying it. "What makes you think it'll work this time?"
She took my hand. "Because this handsome boy will be with me."
"What possible difference can that make? I mean look at him..."
"Beats me, ask your crazy crew. They figured all this out." She drew my hand up to her face. "Will you do it?"
I was weakening but even I know time travel is nothing but trouble. "So if not Hitler then who?"
"Oh, I don't know, darling. Some Ronald or Donald something. A game show host, whatever that is."
"Oh, him. Yeah, okay, deal. Let's go."
She squealed. "Oh you dear, sweet, willing man. But you can't go back there looking like this. You're suppose to be a sixty year old."
"So what do I do for twenty years?"
"I'll think of something." She said suggestively, waved to Brenda and dragged me off.
After a few more regenerations, many, many years and lots of romance and adventure, I got nostalgic and decided to use my tenth and final time trip to go back to the exact moment I originally left Oregon. With a big sack of money, of course.
We tried four times and failed to keep that clown from getting elected. So I always regretted that part until I finally came back for good and actually got to vote in that year's elections which he lost by one vote.
Back when dinosaurs roamed the internet, there was a guy here with some authority who could make sense of things like this named New York Country Lawyer.
Personally, I rather go to a Django Reinhardt conference but what do I know. I still use Pascal.
Lay off will ya... I've already apologised.
It's called paper and the postal service.
Indeed, I can imagine all sorts of things. So are there any REAL things that are unknowable? I mean besides women.
Opening the refrigerator to look at the contents is not energy efficient, When you open the door all the cold air falls out.
The cameras, etc. use power.
A mirror covering the entire door would suffice.
I like this better, a low tech solution to a low tech problem
Audio was never a problem for me either. I use programs like Linux multi-media studio without a hitch. But I did have some problems with Jack so I don't use it. Grub has nothing to do with audio afaik.
I have never had any of the problems listed here. Not on old desktop computers, not on brand new desktops. In nearly twenty years I have had no trouble getting it all to just work. Also, I like ugly fonts.
May I assume a reference book on the internet is only half as accurate?
You may assume that. But why does that have to be so? In 90 years, won't some website material have had enough vetting to suffice? Why not? We're not talking about a source that just anyone can modify. Is the CRC Manual and other respected sources online somewhere? Why not?