But a dog does not have near-human intelligence. It doesn't even have remotely human intelligence -- it has simply learned behaviors that we can understand and manipulate to a far greater degree than other animals.
On the other hand, dogs have instincts -- intelligence? -- that two-year-old humans do not have, and frankly most adult humans don't have. Sensing danger, for example, such as avoiding open fire or being alert to intruders.
Incidentally, this is why I don't use two-year-old humans as part of my home security system. The results are never satisfactory, unless you have a surplus of two-year-olds.
Sure, but what about scratching? Should each computer be assigned a Morse code number? "Wait, was mine tap-scratch-tap-tap, or tap-tap-scratch-scratch?"
I tap my desk all the time, just as a habit. Wouldn't want my cell phone to interpret that the wrong way -- or, if not my cell phone, perhaps somebody else's. And I wonder about somebody entering the room with a heavy step, or scuffing their feet... could be weird.
I remember ïseeing Apple's voice recognition demo'd years ago (on a Mac IIfx! yikes, that's old) and the presenter had to address the computer each time. "Computer, close the window. Computer, open Microsoft Word." Etc. Somebody in the audience asked him how that would work in a shared, open, noisy office environment, and he didn't know. He suspected that you couldn't use it on more than one computer, or you might end up directing somebody else's machine to do stuff. "Computer, shut down." Oops. Might the same be true of a scratch interface?
As long you remain honest, open and calm, you are very well off.
As long as you BOTH remain honest, open, and calm, yes. That takes work. You have to put your marriage ahead of your hobbies. That can be tough for a geek. You also need to find some kind of shared standard that connects you: not just common interests, but something deeper. For us it has been faith. You might call it ethics, or something similar, but it has to be the foundation. We recently passed our 14th anniversary, and are still happily married, with kids too. We have seen tough times, but I thank God that we've gotten through them.
GPAs are overrated. Anyone who interviews with me (I do interviews, I don't own the place) is going to get no brownie points for "perfect attendance", but I don't give a damn what her GPA is. If she can answer my questions well, she'll get a job. If she can't, she won't.
I'm a graphic designer and I.T. guy (lots of interactive media, but also a fair amount of print design, plus programming to support the interactive work). I interview a lot of designers. I do not care AT ALL what their GPA is. I want to meet them, see their portfolio, and talk to their references. Other stuff is interesting (e.g. I like to see international experience, such as joining the Peace Corp for a time) but secondary.
Some years back, I was working I.T. at a midsize college in New York. The local supermarket was almost entirely staffed by people with Bachelor's and Master's degrees -- the clerks and stockboys were are "highly educated" and only working there until they could find a better job. They were relatively transient, of course, which is why the store management never changed: they only had high school degrees, but they lived locally.
Well, pay in the U.S. has gone all haywire. My grandfather's best friend was a professional baseball player in his youth (quite a long time ago) -- and he was a plumber most of the time because pro ball didn't pay enough to live on. Imagine that.
Just to save you the time, the headline of TFA ends with the words "Legal in 39 States". And that article links to this which says you can't play video games for cash in Arizona, Arkansas, Delaware, Florida, Indiana, Iowa, Louisiana, Maryland, Montana, Tennessee and Vermont.
If you put up free porn -- only requiring people to enter this information to advance to the next screen of free porn -- this database would be completed in 24 hours or less.
I'm allergic to PR stunts. You have no idea how miserable they make life. I am dizzy all the time, and can't stop sneezing. And the rashes. And the boils. I may be going blind, as well.
By the way, I have a new album coming out, called "Craposensitive".
That was my first thought. Actually, I thought of the Alien Nation movie, which I thought was even better than the series. "Your mother mates out of season!"
(holding the empty remains of a Vista Ultimate package)
Alas, poor Vista! I knew him, Horatio: a fellow of infinite jest, of most excellent eye candy: he hath booted me on his disks a thousand times; and now, how abhorred in my imagination it is! My gorge rims at it. Here hung those dialog boxes that I have clicked I know not how oft. Where be your gibes now? your gambols? your MP3s? your flashes of BSOD, that were wont to set the table on a roar? Not one now, to mock your own grinning? quite chap-fallen?
Now get you to Windows 7's chamber, and tell her, let her Photoshop an inch thick, to this favour she must come; make her laugh at that.
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But a dog does not have near-human intelligence. It doesn't even have remotely human intelligence -- it has simply learned behaviors that we can understand and manipulate to a far greater degree than other animals.
On the other hand, dogs have instincts -- intelligence? -- that two-year-old humans do not have, and frankly most adult humans don't have. Sensing danger, for example, such as avoiding open fire or being alert to intruders.
Incidentally, this is why I don't use two-year-old humans as part of my home security system. The results are never satisfactory, unless you have a surplus of two-year-olds.
Sure, but what about scratching? Should each computer be assigned a Morse code number? "Wait, was mine tap-scratch-tap-tap, or tap-tap-scratch-scratch?"
I tap my desk all the time, just as a habit. Wouldn't want my cell phone to interpret that the wrong way -- or, if not my cell phone, perhaps somebody else's. And I wonder about somebody entering the room with a heavy step, or scuffing their feet... could be weird.
I remember ïseeing Apple's voice recognition demo'd years ago (on a Mac IIfx! yikes, that's old) and the presenter had to address the computer each time. "Computer, close the window. Computer, open Microsoft Word." Etc. Somebody in the audience asked him how that would work in a shared, open, noisy office environment, and he didn't know. He suspected that you couldn't use it on more than one computer, or you might end up directing somebody else's machine to do stuff. "Computer, shut down." Oops. Might the same be true of a scratch interface?
As long you remain honest, open and calm, you are very well off.
As long as you BOTH remain honest, open, and calm, yes. That takes work. You have to put your marriage ahead of your hobbies. That can be tough for a geek. You also need to find some kind of shared standard that connects you: not just common interests, but something deeper. For us it has been faith. You might call it ethics, or something similar, but it has to be the foundation. We recently passed our 14th anniversary, and are still happily married, with kids too. We have seen tough times, but I thank God that we've gotten through them.
And I'm still a geek, btw.
Hey, that's pretty funny, and no, you can't offend me with stuff like that.
Another joke, which not everyone gets immediately:
Son: "Dad, when I grow up, I want to be an artist!"
Father: "Son, you can't have it both ways."
GPAs are overrated. Anyone who interviews with me (I do interviews, I don't own the place) is going to get no brownie points for "perfect attendance", but I don't give a damn what her GPA is. If she can answer my questions well, she'll get a job. If she can't, she won't.
I'm a graphic designer and I.T. guy (lots of interactive media, but also a fair amount of print design, plus programming to support the interactive work). I interview a lot of designers. I do not care AT ALL what their GPA is. I want to meet them, see their portfolio, and talk to their references. Other stuff is interesting (e.g. I like to see international experience, such as joining the Peace Corp for a time) but secondary.
I've got my dream job right now. It took 25 years of working in other jobs to get here, though.
Back in art school, we had a joke...
Q: What did the art major say to the business major?
A: "Would you like fries with that?"
Some years back, I was working I.T. at a midsize college in New York. The local supermarket was almost entirely staffed by people with Bachelor's and Master's degrees -- the clerks and stockboys were are "highly educated" and only working there until they could find a better job. They were relatively transient, of course, which is why the store management never changed: they only had high school degrees, but they lived locally.
Well, pay in the U.S. has gone all haywire. My grandfather's best friend was a professional baseball player in his youth (quite a long time ago) -- and he was a plumber most of the time because pro ball didn't pay enough to live on. Imagine that.
Exactly so. "In order for us to know you're human, please read the cover of this PDF and input the following information."
Well, maybe not. Even a politician can do that, and we know THEY'RE not human....
Why? Gambling of this kind is a state issue, not federal.
Just to save you the time, the headline of TFA ends with the words "Legal in 39 States". And that article links to this which says you can't play video games for cash in Arizona, Arkansas, Delaware, Florida, Indiana, Iowa, Louisiana, Maryland, Montana, Tennessee and Vermont.
If you put up free porn -- only requiring people to enter this information to advance to the next screen of free porn -- this database would be completed in 24 hours or less.
Or, if not porn, then lottery tickets.
I'm allergic to PR stunts. You have no idea how miserable they make life. I am dizzy all the time, and can't stop sneezing. And the rashes. And the boils. I may be going blind, as well.
By the way, I have a new album coming out, called "Craposensitive".
Now there is an under-appreciated profession: unicorn flatulence collection!
"Aliens versus Swine Flu"?
You forgot Daleks. And Cylons.
Maybe it's available "optionally" on all those models?
Or maybe it's really really good at hiding itself from you....
So... The Man done you wrong, therefore you can break the law.
Did you ever try to get a refund on those copies of Windows you didn't want or use? Did you try to sell them? Or are you just complaining?
"Blueboxing. There's an app for that!"
That was my first thought. Actually, I thought of the Alien Nation movie, which I thought was even better than the series. "Your mother mates out of season!"
My version says "rims," as does Wikipedia's. But Olivier agrees with you. Might there be different versions?
I think "rims" == "rises to the rim."
(holding the empty remains of a Vista Ultimate package)
Alas, poor Vista! I knew him, Horatio: a fellow of infinite jest, of most excellent eye candy: he hath booted me on his disks a thousand times; and now, how abhorred in my imagination it is! My gorge rims at it. Here hung those dialog boxes that I have clicked I know not how oft. Where be your gibes now? your gambols? your MP3s? your flashes of BSOD, that were wont to set the table on a roar? Not one now, to mock your own grinning? quite chap-fallen?
Now get you to Windows 7's chamber, and tell her, let her Photoshop an inch thick, to this favour she must come; make her laugh at that.
From the article: ...court documents clearly label "Wells Fargo Bank NA" as the plaintiff and "Wells Fargo Bank NA" as a defendant.
Aren't they supposed to spontaneously self-destruct when this happens?