My wife and I talked about this, and here's what we think:
The cockpit should be separated from the cabin by bulletproof barrier, only un-lockable from within the cabin. If hijackers start killing passengers and crew, too bad. Regardless of how many are killed, the plane will not be turned into a weapon. Look at it this way. You can let the hijackers kill, say, 200 people, land, and have them shot by ground troops, or, have them blow up the plane, or, you can relinquish control to them, and allow what happened on tuesday, as-of-yet uncounted hundreds/thousands dead. In the first instance, yes, a lot of people die, except the pilots. In the second instance, a lot of people die, including the pilots. In the third instance, a LOT of people on the ground also die.
Why wouldn't we choose the first option?
This is the funniest joke. It's effect is most obvious when spoken out loud to a small group of people whose attention you've monopolized for many, many minutes:
There were 3 race horses, Ernie, Bill, and Ted. The three of them enjoyed racing eachother and generally won and lost to eachother equally.
Every evening, after the races, they went to a local bar to relax and drink some beer. They would often discuss racing techniques, their families, etc.
One season, Bill wasn't doing so well. He rarely beat the other two, and was worried that he'd be sent to the glue factory if his luck didn't change. One night, at the bar, he talked with Ernie and Ted about it.
"You know guys, I just can't figure it out." He said. "Everything's fine at home, the kids are doing great, my wife is being nice, the bills are paid, my mother-in-law rarely visits, nothing could be better. Maybe I'm just getting old. If things don't pick up soon, they'll send me to the glue factory."
The bartender, a big llama named Floyd, overheard the conversation. He looked around, to make sure no body else was listening, then said, "Hey bud, I got something for you that'll make you feel like a young colt again." He reached under the bar and pulled out an un-labeled bottle of beer. "Here, drink this. I guarantee, you'll start winning again. Come by each night for a week and I'll give you one. If it doesn't work, I'll give you double your money back!"
Bill looked at Ernie and Ted, who only shrugged, then drank contents of the bottle.
"Oh, just one thing" The llama said, "It'll make your ass itch, but, that's okay, it's just a side-effect. Don't worry about it."
The three horses stayed a few hours, played a few games of pool and darts, and went home.
Over the course of the next three days, they went back to the bar each night, and Bill continued the regimen of mystery beer. His racing times did improve! He was slowly moving back up in the rankings, and was soon back into the top three with Ernie and Ted. Bill was ecstatic, and thanked the Llama profusely.
"Hey, my pleasure" Said the llama.
A few weeks passed by, and Ernie started slowing down. After losing 3 races in a row one day, he sobbed to himself, "I just don't get it. My life couldn't be better. I can't believe I'm getting old! They'll send me to the glue factory if I don't get back in the groove!"
That evening, at the bar, he told the llama bartender about his troubles, and asked if he too could try the mystery beer.
"Okay, but remember, it'll make your ass itch, but don't pay it no mind. It's just a harmless side effect."
"No Problem. It'll be worth it to get back in the groove." Ernie said.
A few days went by. Ernie's ass did indeed itch, and after a few more days, his races improved, and he was back in the top 3 with Bill and Ted.
At the bar one evening, Ernie bought a round of beers for all the horses, and thanked the llama profusely.
"I just can't believe how great that mystery beer worked!" Ernie said. "You're sitting on a gold mine there!"
The llama said it was his pleasure, don't worry about it, etc.
A few more weeks pass, and Ted starts slowing down, losing races. He too realizes that he'll be shipped off to the glue factory unless his races improve.
"Say," He said to the llama one night after a particularly humiliating loss, "I think I need to try that mystery beer too. They'll ship me off to the glue factory if I don't start winning again."
"No problem." The llama said, pulling out an unlabeled bottle. "Here. Come back every night, and I guarantee, you'll be back in top form again, or I'll give you double your money back."
Over the course of the next few weeks, Ted's races continued to improve until he was back in the top 3 with Bill and Ernie. He pranced into the bar, full of vim and vigor, and thanked the llama profusely. "You know, my ass itches a lot, it's almost unbearable. But I can't thank you enough. They would have killed me by now if it weren't for you. Anything you want, let me know and I'll see what I can do."
"No problem," said the llama, "I make this beer at home using an ancient Inca recipe. It's just my way of thanking my regular customers for their patronage over the years."
"I swear," Ted said, "this is the greatest thing that's ever happened to me. Anything, you name it, anything you want, let me know, and it's yours."
"Well, now that you mention it..." the llama began saying.
Right then, a greyhound walked up to the bar. He was obviously depressed.
"Barkeep, give me something strong. I'm on a losing streak you wouldn't believe." The greyhound said.
Ted looked at the greyhound, then to Bill and Ernie, and said "Hey look! A talking dog!"
Actually, the caffeine content of other things, like chocolate, tea, caffeinated mints, etc., is an extremely small amount compared to a good cup of coffee. Even Mountain Dew, or Jolt, contains way, way less caffeine than a good cup of coffee.
Why, why, why, why, don't they just make a backup copy of the person on the input side of transporting? That way, if they're killed, either by bad guys, or in transit, they can be restored.
If they have the technology to transport, they surely have the technology to back them up.
Honestly. Do you really think anyone cares about your "private" information? Even if this were somehow used as a means of violating your precious privacy, does it really matter? Would the playing field not be leveled for everyone? Or is this a great conspiracy to violate YOUR privacy, Joe Q. Geek, to steal your Star Trek memorabilia?
The thing is, every moron with a credit card has a computer now, whereas they didn't 10 or so years ago. Yes, the average computer user today is a retard. As much as we say fonts really don't matter, it does for them. Many people think Linux should become more friendly to the masses. I say this won't happen until it is mind-numbingly easy for the average user to set it up nice and pretty without having to think.
If I were a typical end user, I would read "rpm -Uvh kde*", scratch my head, and go back to Microsoft Solitaire.
Typical end users are not capable of entering command-line commands. They aren't capable of even knowing where/how to do this. They aren't capable of even understanding what a GUI is, how it runs on top of a real operating system, etc. As geeks, we should avoid being so arragant to think that they are capable of such things, because they aren't, and never will be. They are stupid cows that must be herded. Microsoft is currently their cowherd. "Where do you want to go today?" is a totally rhetorical question that pokes fun at the stupid cows it's addressed to. They laugh because they know you really don't have a choice where you're going.
Stupid cows, when faced with a choice of a "cowherd" with ugly fonts, versus a "cowherd" with pretty fonts, will choose the pretty.
Yes. I am a genius.
Also, you could make a Linux 100% compatible with all hardware ever made, give it Microsoft Office, make it bone-head easy to install, etc., but if the end result isn't as clean and pretty as Windows, nobody will use it.
The current KDE I'm using, with True Type fonts and anti-aliasing looks very good, but my main point was that achieving this wasn't a process a normal end user would enjoy, or even attempt. There's not a "Make fonts pretty" button. I'm willing to bet most end users don't know what fonts are anyway (but know something's wrong when they're ugly).
As much as I dislike MS, I have to admit that anyone over the age of 3 should be able to install Windows and end up with a relatively pretty GUI.
IMHO, Fonts are a royal pain, and the main reason more people don't adopt Linux. If they could just build true type fonts and anti-aliasing into KDE, and make it work out of the box, then we'd start seeing way more converts.
Really, until recently, no matter how well I got X running, it still looked like crap. It's looking better now that I've got KDE working with ttfs and anti-aliasing, but it's a LONG way from being user friendly.
My 2 cents.
Several months into this, when they haven't sold any cpu's, the moron who dreamed this up will be fired, or politely encouraged to resign, and they'll go back to the way it was before.
It's nice having a few seconds to hit F2 or DEL to go into the BIOS if you need to change something.
This is obviously for the Suits.
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That may be true, but if you're using electricity and typing on a keyboard, you're right there in the bowels with granny and her AOL.
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The difference is this: Being black is something someone is born with. It's neither good nor bad, it just is. Being a lard-ass is a lifestyle choice. It is a sign of weakness, sloth, greed, etc. They choose to be fat. Being ridiculed is just a consequence of their action. If I dressed up like a potato, and people laughed at me, would I deserve pity? No. Neither to Fatties.
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Go HERE. Somehow related to seanbaby. Thank me later.
Me too, but it's an investment, because most of what I learn about Linux applies to unices also. It's fun to learn how to do stuff too, where if you purchase a Windows book, it's probably because you're too stupid to find Help. I doubt that you can learn anything applicable to other systems in a Windows book.
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My wife and I talked about this, and here's what we think:
The cockpit should be separated from the cabin by bulletproof barrier, only un-lockable from within the cabin. If hijackers start killing passengers and crew, too bad. Regardless of how many are killed, the plane will not be turned into a weapon. Look at it this way. You can let the hijackers kill, say, 200 people, land, and have them shot by ground troops, or, have them blow up the plane, or, you can relinquish control to them, and allow what happened on tuesday, as-of-yet uncounted hundreds/thousands dead. In the first instance, yes, a lot of people die, except the pilots. In the second instance, a lot of people die, including the pilots. In the third instance, a LOT of people on the ground also die.
Why wouldn't we choose the first option?
Don't forget, Aimster still works. I see a lot of WTC stuff on there and recommend it instead of these mirrors....
My right shoulder hurts from mouse use. Does anyone know of a good way to cure this?
Thanks.
Keep in mind, American (USA) casualties in Viet Nam were approx 50,000. We probably lost the same number of people today.
This would probably be great for reading braille webpages. Otherwise, it sounds annoying.
Actually NT has the "at" stuff... equivalent of cron. Oddly enough, my MCSE friend has never heard of it.
Shut up and eat your cornflakes!
She tried to call back.
This is the funniest joke. It's effect is most obvious when spoken out loud to a small group of people whose attention you've monopolized for many, many minutes:
There were 3 race horses, Ernie, Bill, and Ted. The three of them enjoyed racing eachother and generally won and lost to eachother equally.
Every evening, after the races, they went to a local bar to relax and drink some beer. They would often discuss racing techniques, their families, etc.
One season, Bill wasn't doing so well. He rarely beat the other two, and was worried that he'd be sent to the glue factory if his luck didn't change. One night, at the bar, he talked with Ernie and Ted about it.
"You know guys, I just can't figure it out." He said. "Everything's fine at home, the kids are doing great, my wife is being nice, the bills are paid, my mother-in-law rarely visits, nothing could be better. Maybe I'm just getting old. If things don't pick up soon, they'll send me to the glue factory."
The bartender, a big llama named Floyd, overheard the conversation. He looked around, to make sure no body else was listening, then said, "Hey bud, I got something for you that'll make you feel like a young colt again." He reached under the bar and pulled out an un-labeled bottle of beer. "Here, drink this. I guarantee, you'll start winning again. Come by each night for a week and I'll give you one. If it doesn't work, I'll give you double your money back!"
Bill looked at Ernie and Ted, who only shrugged, then drank contents of the bottle.
"Oh, just one thing" The llama said, "It'll make your ass itch, but, that's okay, it's just a side-effect. Don't worry about it."
The three horses stayed a few hours, played a few games of pool and darts, and went home.
Over the course of the next three days, they went back to the bar each night, and Bill continued the regimen of mystery beer. His racing times did improve! He was slowly moving back up in the rankings, and was soon back into the top three with Ernie and Ted. Bill was ecstatic, and thanked the Llama profusely.
"Hey, my pleasure" Said the llama.
A few weeks passed by, and Ernie started slowing down. After losing 3 races in a row one day, he sobbed to himself, "I just don't get it. My life couldn't be better. I can't believe I'm getting old! They'll send me to the glue factory if I don't get back in the groove!"
That evening, at the bar, he told the llama bartender about his troubles, and asked if he too could try the mystery beer.
"Okay, but remember, it'll make your ass itch, but don't pay it no mind. It's just a harmless side effect."
"No Problem. It'll be worth it to get back in the groove." Ernie said.
A few days went by. Ernie's ass did indeed itch, and after a few more days, his races improved, and he was back in the top 3 with Bill and Ted.
At the bar one evening, Ernie bought a round of beers for all the horses, and thanked the llama profusely.
"I just can't believe how great that mystery beer worked!" Ernie said. "You're sitting on a gold mine there!"
The llama said it was his pleasure, don't worry about it, etc.
A few more weeks pass, and Ted starts slowing down, losing races. He too realizes that he'll be shipped off to the glue factory unless his races improve.
"Say," He said to the llama one night after a particularly humiliating loss, "I think I need to try that mystery beer too. They'll ship me off to the glue factory if I don't start winning again."
"No problem." The llama said, pulling out an unlabeled bottle. "Here. Come back every night, and I guarantee, you'll be back in top form again, or I'll give you double your money back."
Over the course of the next few weeks, Ted's races continued to improve until he was back in the top 3 with Bill and Ernie. He pranced into the bar, full of vim and vigor, and thanked the llama profusely. "You know, my ass itches a lot, it's almost unbearable. But I can't thank you enough. They would have killed me by now if it weren't for you. Anything you want, let me know and I'll see what I can do."
"No problem," said the llama, "I make this beer at home using an ancient Inca recipe. It's just my way of thanking my regular customers for their patronage over the years."
"I swear," Ted said, "this is the greatest thing that's ever happened to me. Anything, you name it, anything you want, let me know, and it's yours."
"Well, now that you mention it..." the llama began saying.
Right then, a greyhound walked up to the bar. He was obviously depressed.
"Barkeep, give me something strong. I'm on a losing streak you wouldn't believe." The greyhound said.
Ted looked at the greyhound, then to Bill and Ernie, and said "Hey look! A talking dog!"
http://www.holymtn.com/tea/caffeine_content.htm
You'll see that it takes approx. 3 12oz Mt. Dews to equal the caffeine in 1 5oz cup of Drip, regular coffee.
And other amazing things.
Actually, the caffeine content of other things, like chocolate, tea, caffeinated mints, etc., is an extremely small amount compared to a good cup of coffee. Even Mountain Dew, or Jolt, contains way, way less caffeine than a good cup of coffee.
Why, why, why, why, don't they just make a backup copy of the person on the input side of transporting? That way, if they're killed, either by bad guys, or in transit, they can be restored.
If they have the technology to transport, they surely have the technology to back them up.
Honestly. Do you really think anyone cares about your "private" information? Even if this were somehow used as a means of violating your precious privacy, does it really matter? Would the playing field not be leveled for everyone? Or is this a great conspiracy to violate YOUR privacy, Joe Q. Geek, to steal your Star Trek memorabilia?
The thing is, every moron with a credit card has a computer now, whereas they didn't 10 or so years ago. Yes, the average computer user today is a retard. As much as we say fonts really don't matter, it does for them. Many people think Linux should become more friendly to the masses. I say this won't happen until it is mind-numbingly easy for the average user to set it up nice and pretty without having to think.
If I were a typical end user, I would read "rpm -Uvh kde*", scratch my head, and go back to Microsoft Solitaire.
Typical end users are not capable of entering command-line commands. They aren't capable of even knowing where/how to do this. They aren't capable of even understanding what a GUI is, how it runs on top of a real operating system, etc. As geeks, we should avoid being so arragant to think that they are capable of such things, because they aren't, and never will be. They are stupid cows that must be herded. Microsoft is currently their cowherd. "Where do you want to go today?" is a totally rhetorical question that pokes fun at the stupid cows it's addressed to. They laugh because they know you really don't have a choice where you're going.
Stupid cows, when faced with a choice of a "cowherd" with ugly fonts, versus a "cowherd" with pretty fonts, will choose the pretty.
Yes. I am a genius.
Also, you could make a Linux 100% compatible with all hardware ever made, give it Microsoft Office, make it bone-head easy to install, etc., but if the end result isn't as clean and pretty as Windows, nobody will use it.
The current KDE I'm using, with True Type fonts and anti-aliasing looks very good, but my main point was that achieving this wasn't a process a normal end user would enjoy, or even attempt. There's not a "Make fonts pretty" button. I'm willing to bet most end users don't know what fonts are anyway (but know something's wrong when they're ugly).
As much as I dislike MS, I have to admit that anyone over the age of 3 should be able to install Windows and end up with a relatively pretty GUI.
IMHO, Fonts are a royal pain, and the main reason more people don't adopt Linux. If they could just build true type fonts and anti-aliasing into KDE, and make it work out of the box, then we'd start seeing way more converts.
Really, until recently, no matter how well I got X running, it still looked like crap. It's looking better now that I've got KDE working with ttfs and anti-aliasing, but it's a LONG way from being user friendly.
My 2 cents.
I think they should change the BSOD to Purple. So it would be PSOD.
Several months into this, when they haven't sold any cpu's, the moron who dreamed this up will be fired, or politely encouraged to resign, and they'll go back to the way it was before.
Swap mp3's while driving down the freeway.
What could be better?
It's nice having a few seconds to hit F2 or DEL to go into the BIOS if you need to change something.
This is obviously for the Suits.
That may be true, but if you're using electricity and typing on a keyboard, you're right there in the bowels with granny and her AOL.
The difference is this: Being black is something someone is born with. It's neither good nor bad, it just is. Being a lard-ass is a lifestyle choice. It is a sign of weakness, sloth, greed, etc. They choose to be fat. Being ridiculed is just a consequence of their action. If I dressed up like a potato, and people laughed at me, would I deserve pity? No. Neither to Fatties.
Go HERE. Somehow related to seanbaby. Thank me later.
Me too, but it's an investment, because most of what I learn about Linux applies to unices also. It's fun to learn how to do stuff too, where if you purchase a Windows book, it's probably because you're too stupid to find Help. I doubt that you can learn anything applicable to other systems in a Windows book.