If most geeks "think-sing" as well as they "real-sing" then there weren't be a problem. The device just won't be able to tell what song they were trying to sing that has only one three notes, all of them sung in the key of "off"
Unknown bands have been doing this for a while now
My point was that unknown bands may have been doing this for a while, but how many are making a good living from it or even a bad living?
It's no surprise to me that big name bands who already have a legion of fans can do this and make money. (Bands like Marillion have been selling their own records for even longer, if not as downloads).
What I don't see from this is how unpromoted, unknown bands are going to get enough recognition to make money doing this.
Because what we don't have currently is active promotion of these unknown bands. I can't hear them on the radio, I can't see them on TV, I can't hear them outside the website that is selling their albums and on that website there are 6000 other unknown bands. And let's face it, a lot of current bands are only successful because they have been promoted by their record labels.
Perhaps in future the record companies are going to have to sell a service to bands instead of signing bands. You pay a studio for recording and mixing your album. You hire a record company to promote you and distribute your albums so you become the pay master rather than vice versa... but then where do you find the capital in the first place? Wealthy patrons?
if they really want to apologise for the some of the more unconscionable actions of the Catholic church, then let them put up a statue of Julius Fromm !
...doing well by selling like this, then I'll believe a change is coming. So far the only bands making a killing this way are those that have been over-hyped and shoved down our throats for years by the record labels so they are already (in)famous.
If Mr Razor was an unknown releasing his first album this way, their would be far fewer people willing to pay $300 for a limited edition set and far fewer people even paying $5 for the normal set... assuming we even knew it was available.
Whereas driving 2 metres behind somebody at 150 kph gets you nothing... as does speeding up in order to beat an amber light and ending up going through red, along with the two cars just behind you.
Germany has some tough traffic regulations, but it would help if they were enforced as I'm always seeing people tootling along in the middle lane, or impatient drivers acting aggressively and trying top overtake on the right. I've never seen a police car on the autobahn and only one traffic camera at the traffic light - and that only at a pedestrian crossing that was becoming a death trap.
Rules are only effective if you can and do enforce them. If people think they cna get away with driving like morons, a lot of them will...
What was the crime committed in dumping a girl online?
Well, if assault is meant to cause physical harm, then this prank was certainly meant to cause emotional harm (perhaps not as serious as suicide, but they sure weren't expecting her to be laughing and happy afterwards)
The first British maglev in Birmingham has a track of about 600 metres and passengers stand in it.
Having ridden it a few times, I'm quite happy that it's not reaching speeds in excess of 300 MPH over such a short track.
I can't be bothered to calculate the actual g force involved in going from 0 to 300 mph in 300 metres and then decelerating from 300 mph to 0 on the same distance, but I'm pretty sure I'd need more than a hand rail to hold on to to be able to ride that puppy!
if we're making bad puns, don't forget the story of Polly Nomial and Curly Pi
Once upon a time pretty little Polly Nomial was strolling across a field of vectors when she came to the edge of a singularly large matrix.
Now Polly was convergent and her mother had made it an absolute condition that she must never enter such an array without her brackets on. Poll however, who had changed her variables that morning and was feeling particularly badly behaved, ignored these conditions on the ground that they were unnecessary, and made her way amongst the complex elements.
Rows and columns enveloped her on both sides. Tangents approached her surface; she became tensor and tensor. Quite suddenly two branches of a hyperbola touched her at a single point. She oscillated violently, lost all sense of directrix and went completely divergent. As she reached a turning point she tripped over a square root which was protruding from the erf and plunged headlong down a steep gradient. When she was differentiated once more she found herself alone, apparently in a non-Euclidian space.
She was being watched however. That smooth operator, Curly Pi, was lurking inner product. As his eyes devoured her curvilinear co-ordinates, a singular expression crossed his face. Was she still convergent, he wondered. He decided to integrate at once.
Hearing a vulgar fraction behind her, Polly turned round and saw Curly Pi approaching with his power series extrapolated. She could see at once by his degenerate conic and his dissipative terms that he was bent on no good.
"Eureka" she gasped.
"Ho Ho" he said, "what a symmetric little polynomial you are. I can see you're absolutely bubbling over with secs."
"Oh Sir", she protested, "keep away from me, I haven't got my brackets on."
"Calm yourself, my dear," said our suave operator, "your fears are purely imaginary."
"i,i," she thought. "Perhaps he's homogeneous then."
"What order are you," the brute demanded.
"Seventeen", replied Polly.
Curly leered. "I suppose you've never been operated on yet", he said.
"Come, come," said Curly, "lets off to a decimal place I know and I'll take you to the limit".
"Never" gasped Polly.
"EXCHLF" he swore, using the vilest oath he knew. His patience was gone. Coshing her over the coefficient with a log until she was powerless, Curly removed her discontinuities. He started at her significant places and began smoothing her points of inflection. Poor Polly, all was up. She felt his digit tending to her asymptotic limit. Her convergence was gone for ever.
There was no mercy, for Curly was a Heavyside operator. He integrated by partial fractions. The complex beast even went all the way round and did a contour integration. What an indignity. To be multiply connected at her first integration. Curly went on operating until he was absolutely and completely orthogonal.
When Polly got home that evening her mother noticed that she was truncated in several places. But it was too late to differentiate now. As the months went by, Polly increased monotonically. Finally, she generated a small but pathological function which left surds all over the place until she was driven to distraction.
The moral of the story is this: If you want to keep your expressions convergent, never allow them a single degree of freedom.
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Internet addiction... never heard such rubbish!
I could log off whenever I wanted to...
I could...
No, I could...
I'm telling you, I could if I wanted to...
I don't need it....
I could shut down this computer any time I wanted to....
If I really wanted to...
I just don't want to, OK!
Anybody who has watched Hyperdrive or Red Dwarf has seen what a disaster the future will be if the Brits are allowed to become a space power!
I'm gonna overclock this sucker!
Better than a triple espresso!
They are rich people trying to stay rich, nothing more.
Nothing wrong with rich people trying to stay rich. The problem occurs when they are rich people trying to stay rich at your expense.
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The Independent Lubricant Manufacturers Association
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You read the article?
You tried to understand it?
It made your heard hurt?
Then why not try new ultra-strength Paracetamol !
They'll go well with my foil wrapped cucumber that i always stick down my lycra pants...
actually, it seems more like 147 guys cheated, so why aren't they expelling the other 146 guys?
If you are a scientist, if you have a brain, make plans to leave the UK -- it's your only hope.
and go where...?
If most geeks "think-sing" as well as they "real-sing" then there weren't be a problem.
The device just won't be able to tell what song they were trying to sing that has only one three notes, all of them sung in the key of "off"
Unknown bands have been doing this for a while now
My point was that unknown bands may have been doing this for a while, but how many are making a good living from it or even a bad living?
It's no surprise to me that big name bands who already have a legion of fans can do this and make money. (Bands like Marillion have been selling their own records for even longer, if not as downloads).
What I don't see from this is how unpromoted, unknown bands are going to get enough recognition to make money doing this.
Because what we don't have currently is active promotion of these unknown bands. I can't hear them on the radio, I can't see them on TV, I can't hear them outside the website that is selling their albums and on that website there are 6000 other unknown bands. And let's face it, a lot of current bands are only successful because they have been promoted by their record labels.
Perhaps in future the record companies are going to have to sell a service to bands instead of signing bands. You pay a studio for recording and mixing your album. You hire a record company to promote you and distribute your albums so you become the pay master rather than vice versa... but then where do you find the capital in the first place? Wealthy patrons?
if they really want to apologise for the some of the more unconscionable actions of the Catholic church, then let them put up a statue of Julius Fromm !
(http://en.wikipedia.org/wiki/Julius_Fromm)
If Mr Razor was an unknown releasing his first album this way, their would be far fewer people willing to pay $300 for a limited edition set and far fewer people even paying $5 for the normal set... assuming we even knew it was available.
Whereas driving 2 metres behind somebody at 150 kph gets you nothing... as does speeding up in order to beat an amber light and ending up going through red, along with the two cars just behind you.
Germany has some tough traffic regulations, but it would help if they were enforced as I'm always seeing people tootling along in the middle lane, or impatient drivers acting aggressively and trying top overtake on the right. I've never seen a police car on the autobahn and only one traffic camera at the traffic light - and that only at a pedestrian crossing that was becoming a death trap.
Rules are only effective if you can and do enforce them. If people think they cna get away with driving like morons, a lot of them will...
Let's see
a) get a good night's sleep so you feel healthy and refreshed in the morning
b) stay up late to watch the first volume of Death Note on DVD
Yeah, I guess on Slashdot (b) would be considered the only logical choice!
If they start outsourcing to india, this kind of surplus could generate more revenue than oil.
;-)
If they start outsourcing to India, we'd probably see a lot of new inventions coming out of India
it doesn't take much to get a judge to rule in their favor simply because he fails to understand the difference between "blocking" and "throttling"
See people, this is why we need car analogies !
What was the crime committed in dumping a girl online?
Well, if assault is meant to cause physical harm, then this prank was certainly meant to cause emotional harm
(perhaps not as serious as suicide, but they sure weren't expecting her to be laughing and happy afterwards)
DVD is a massive improvement over the analog content that was VHS.
yet on my VHS tape I can actually fast forward through the advertising crap at the start of the tape...
if you were really Canadian, surely that should be
So, eh?
There's another flaw. He's only using M+M candies which is useless for breeding purposes. He needs to find a packet of M+F candies.
The first British maglev in Birmingham has a track of about 600 metres and passengers stand in it.
Having ridden it a few times, I'm quite happy that it's not reaching speeds in excess of 300 MPH over such a short track.
I can't be bothered to calculate the actual g force involved in going from 0 to 300 mph in 300 metres and then decelerating from 300 mph to 0 on the same distance, but I'm pretty sure I'd need more than a hand rail to hold on to to be able to ride that puppy!
if we're making bad puns, don't forget the story of Polly Nomial and Curly Pi
Once upon a time pretty little Polly Nomial was strolling across a field of vectors when she came to the edge of a singularly large matrix.
Now Polly was convergent and her mother had made it an absolute condition that she must never enter such an array without her brackets on. Poll however, who had changed her variables that morning and was feeling particularly badly behaved, ignored these conditions on the ground that they were unnecessary, and made her way amongst the complex elements.
Rows and columns enveloped her on both sides. Tangents approached her surface; she became tensor and tensor. Quite suddenly two branches of a hyperbola touched her at a single point. She oscillated violently, lost all sense of directrix and went completely divergent. As she reached a turning point she tripped over a square root which was protruding from the erf and plunged headlong down a steep gradient. When she was differentiated once more she found herself alone, apparently in a non-Euclidian space.
She was being watched however. That smooth operator, Curly Pi, was lurking inner product. As his eyes devoured her curvilinear co-ordinates, a singular expression crossed his face. Was she still convergent, he wondered. He decided to integrate at once.
Hearing a vulgar fraction behind her, Polly turned round and saw Curly Pi approaching with his power series extrapolated. She could see at once by his degenerate conic and his dissipative terms that he was bent on no good.
"Eureka" she gasped.
"Ho Ho" he said, "what a symmetric little polynomial you are. I can see you're absolutely bubbling over with secs."
"Oh Sir", she protested, "keep away from me, I haven't got my brackets on."
"Calm yourself, my dear," said our suave operator, "your fears are purely imaginary."
"i,i," she thought. "Perhaps he's homogeneous then."
"What order are you," the brute demanded.
"Seventeen", replied Polly.
Curly leered. "I suppose you've never been operated on yet", he said.
"Of course no," Polly exclaimed indignantly. "I'm absolutely convergent".
"Come, come," said Curly, "lets off to a decimal place I know and I'll take you to the limit".
"Never" gasped Polly.
"EXCHLF" he swore, using the vilest oath he knew. His patience was gone. Coshing her over the coefficient with a log until she was powerless, Curly removed her discontinuities. He started at her significant places and began smoothing her points of inflection. Poor Polly, all was up. She felt his digit tending to her asymptotic limit. Her convergence was gone for ever.
There was no mercy, for Curly was a Heavyside operator. He integrated by partial fractions. The complex beast even went all the way round and did a contour integration. What an indignity. To be multiply connected at her first integration. Curly went on operating until he was absolutely and completely orthogonal.
When Polly got home that evening her mother noticed that she was truncated in several places. But it was too late to differentiate now. As the months went by, Polly increased monotonically. Finally, she generated a small but pathological function which left surds all over the place until she was driven to distraction.
The moral of the story is this: If you want to keep your expressions convergent, never allow them a single degree of freedom.