The ORG that makes the only browser and the only OS on the market that you can use without having to put in more INPUT than reaping OUTPUT will collapse. Yeah! My white honkey ass! Doesn't anyone out there realize that there are those who actually USE computers as TOOLS ans not TOYS? Who want to write a letter to someone by email or write an online manuscript while having to type 10 times more code instruction into the stupid machine than the object text comprises?....except maybe a misinformed geek that never communicated to a real human being in his life..., a geek muck like me except for the aforementioned exception. The fact is that MS is here to stay about as long as the good ol' USA or the Roman Empire, for that matter. Gates' kid could have bought the Roman Empire with his pocket change.
ONE MORE THING...AAAANDDDD
Don't talk about privacy. MSN is less intrusive than any other site. SLASHDOT cannot be used (as a member) without third party cookies, just like HOTMAIL. The only problem is that the MSN site SUCKS whereas the SLASHDOT site doesn't.
Somewhere in the menu maze on the Opera browser, thare's a link to an Opera page that provides you with all the codes for the software. They are no trouble at all to modify. Opera even provides instructions! Si my friends, if there's something in Opera that you don't like, just change it. I must say that it's speed is no illusion. I am posting this particular message with IE5.5, but I prefer Opera by far. The ad in question doesn't mean a thing because Opera gives you complete control of the cookie files. It will even sweep up the crumbs after each session.
I for one would steal the autobiography of CmdrTaco from the shelves of my favorite bookstore or genetically modified taco section of my local grocery. As far as Linus goes..., I think he should publish his in the form of an incomprensible free code file on MSN, just to confuse the eXecs at MS. Will we learn about his sex life and his struggle to raise geekdom to kingdom, or will this just be another of those "poor struggling genius, socially conscious, truly democratic, power-to-the-people-who-can-afford-a-laptop," trips?
Will there be keyboards near the saddle, and if so would you dare use one without surgical gloves? That would be the ideal place from which to send Email to friends and family, and think of all the interesting letters that Slashdot would receive?
I started using Opera 4.02 today. I don't care at all if you load up your system with media junk so you end up with something that has more in common with a Family Entertainment Center out of the fifties than a computer. I really don't care about your cookie-monster, system-hog, browsers designed more those forever innocent souls who never learned how to read and could care less..., and other borderline, semi-civilized citizens of VIRTUAL HOLLYWOOD......but then again. why should YOU care about that
...that SIZE isn't everything. I've heard that one before, unfortunately from a few of my former girlfriends. Or could it be(here I digress because I just can't resist) that an asshole is an asshole, regardless of size? The fact is (I firmly believe after having subjected myself to a Master's Degree in math and many headaches at the U. of Chicago) that it's not a question of how much black holes "swallow", but how much they "produce"..., or create, if you will. We just don't know WHERE the product of their appetites manifests. There are some interesting theories on that, and I get back later with some Euro-links on the subject if anyone is interested. The question may be posed another way: After the theoritically anticipated "spaghettification" of matter and time that takes place when approaching a black hole, where oh where does the spaghetti go? "Why, it gets converted into energy.", seems to be the accepted and hopeful answer, but personally, I'm not so sure. This might be a phenomenon quite like the dimensional extension of the moebius strip..., the Klein Bottle: the curved "continum" turning in(or out) upon itself. But that's too simplist, I'm sure. And as for TIME itself......That really poses a problem... (I've got to go to work now)
Popularity isn't all bad. After all, why would I be here right now typing this message on one of the most popular sites in GEEKDOM if I thought it were? I fell in live with Google when the first time it took me to some rare information in.05344 seconds. I know I was hooked when I even found MYSELF by doing a search. Now I don't want to overestimate my (omniportance)(?), but that was a revelation. I learned things that were long since erased from the molecular soft drive throbbing between my ears. Anyone want my autograph?????
How 'bout a portable with a molecular memory and a completely optical circuit, including the chips. Lumenon has the chips in question already, and you all know the quantum trip. That means that you would not only be able to communicate to your coffee machine and brother-in-law by annonymous E- mail at the speed of the dual death & life state of Schroedinger's Cat, but you could do it in the dark, typing on a transparent plastic lap-top while tripping on the play of light in the circuits.
I have this image of a group of protesting flourescent light huggers hanging on for dear life as I harvest those tubes for use in the local side-show as hungry lightbulb eaters eagerly wait.
I once had a girl-friend like that. Her skin was so white she looked like one of those plastic, transparent, circulatory system lab models. I personally know several nerds who, after spending this last winter transfixed before their active screens, looked like the limp milky fish you see laying on the ice in your local market. Their skin looked more like wet roadmap than real flesh, their arteries like interstate highways. Just one question: does this mean that you could get a sun-tan from the inside out?
Speaking of Speaking of fluorescents..., they go with the 50's culture that invented formica kitchen tables with chromed borders and flimsy, metal legs, with "BIG hair" hair-dos, with airplane-winged highway yachts and cholesterol-cookin' grandmas who luckily killed off a half a generation with their receipes. They go with James Bond movies and the early sixties, Playboy mansions and cow titted Playgirls. They go with smoking jackets and sunken living rooms..., with push-button controlled curtains and police interrogation rooms. In other words, they go with most boss's cultural conception of what the world should be like.
Flourescent-produced light vibrates (turns itself on and off) at a rate akin to the cycle structure of the electric feed. That is usually near the very threshold of human perception, but not quite, which places a continual stresssssssssssss on the brain torn between the task dictated by the "users" will and the struggle to interprete what's happening in the ambiant environment. In other words, it sucks.
...is where I work. I am the "boss" so no-one bothers me or my personal environment. Chaos applies. Everything seems just perfect in it's imperfection. All order, virtual and otherwise is in the mind, depending of course, on how much coffee I drink. A "visually" perfect work environment is for designers to design for other desigeners to admire. When a Japanese artist achieves perfection in a particular work of art, visual or otherwise, he has two choices: destroy the object in question, because it is against every known law of nature, or "install" a deliberate imperfection that is called "wabi"... I believe, hidden somewhere in this way of looking at things, call it a "philosophy" if you will, there lies the secret of the "perfect" code, especially a perfect crypto code. Anything perfect can be perfectly duplicated, thus "cracked"... Introduce deliberate chaos, and you have the "true perfection" of uniqueness... the "thing in itself"... the "one of a kind" (twosided to accomodate decryptage only once by the other half of a pair).
So the moral of this story is: Be ye not like your pop in the sky, for even His "perfection" is totally virtual.
Yours, (where's my mouse under all this paperwork)
Aazz, otherwise known as Azed-Glanz
I know what you mean. Boolean Algebra was not my cup of tea, BUT if you can get the language down, it is really accurate. Still, somehow, porno sites always seem to seep through the logic. You have to like total chaos to like "FAST"
If you really want something to get fuzzy about, check out alltheweb.com. As Saddam would say, it's the mother of all search engins. If you really want TOO much information, this is the place to go.
Canadians are very interested in this. It seems that half of this country, judging by its right-wing politics and politically correct opposition, is indeed populated by warm-blooded dinos.
What folks were really looking for was a bloody hand reaching out of the (in)active screen to to grab them by the neck, give them a good shake to wake them from their teletubbyesque complacency.
Slashdot Mirror
fucking your mother
The ORG that makes the only browser and the only OS on the market that you can use without having to put in more INPUT than reaping OUTPUT will collapse. Yeah! My white honkey ass! Doesn't anyone out there realize that there are those who actually USE computers as TOOLS ans not TOYS? Who want to write a letter to someone by email or write an online manuscript while having to type 10 times more code instruction into the stupid machine than the object text comprises? ....except maybe a misinformed geek that never communicated to a real human being in his life..., a geek muck like me except for the aforementioned exception. The fact is that MS is here to stay about as long as the good ol' USA or the Roman Empire, for that matter. Gates' kid could have bought the Roman Empire with his pocket change.
ONE MORE THING...AAAANDDDD
Don't talk about privacy. MSN is less intrusive than any other site. SLASHDOT cannot be used (as a member) without third party cookies, just like HOTMAIL. The only problem is that the MSN site SUCKS whereas the SLASHDOT site doesn't.
Somewhere in the menu maze on the Opera browser, thare's a link to an Opera page that provides you with all the codes for the software. They are no trouble at all to modify. Opera even provides instructions! Si my friends, if there's something in Opera that you don't like, just change it. I must say that it's speed is no illusion. I am posting this particular message with IE5.5, but I prefer Opera by far. The ad in question doesn't mean a thing because Opera gives you complete control of the cookie files. It will even sweep up the crumbs after each session.
It seems I've made another zit-pincher mad...... Oh well, not all of us are "in" enough to go to work on a skate board.
I for one would steal the autobiography of CmdrTaco from the shelves of my favorite bookstore or genetically modified taco section of my local grocery. As far as Linus goes..., I think he should publish his in the form of an incomprensible free code file on MSN, just to confuse the eXecs at MS. Will we learn about his sex life and his struggle to raise geekdom to kingdom, or will this just be another of those "poor struggling genius, socially conscious, truly democratic, power-to-the-people-who-can-afford-a-laptop," trips?
Will there be keyboards near the saddle, and if so would you dare use one without surgical gloves? That would be the ideal place from which to send Email to friends and family, and think of all the interesting letters that Slashdot would receive?
I have a wireless mouse that works quite well in spite of its tail-antenna that the cat really loves...
I started using Opera 4.02 today. I don't care at all if you load up your system with media junk so you end up with something that has more in common with a Family Entertainment Center out of the fifties than a computer. I really don't care about your cookie-monster, system-hog, browsers designed more those forever innocent souls who never learned how to read and could care less..., and other borderline, semi-civilized citizens of VIRTUAL HOLLYWOOD. .....but then again. why should YOU care about that
How about, "You little asshole!!!!"
...that SIZE isn't everything. I've heard that one before, unfortunately from a few of my former girlfriends. Or could it be(here I digress because I just can't resist) that an asshole is an asshole, regardless of size? The fact is (I firmly believe after having subjected myself to a Master's Degree in math and many headaches at the U. of Chicago) that it's not a question of how much black holes "swallow", but how much they "produce"..., or create, if you will. We just don't know WHERE the product of their appetites manifests. There are some interesting theories on that, and I get back later with some Euro-links on the subject if anyone is interested. The question may be posed another way: After the theoritically anticipated "spaghettification" of matter and time that takes place when approaching a black hole, where oh where does the spaghetti go? "Why, it gets converted into energy.", seems to be the accepted and hopeful answer, but personally, I'm not so sure. This might be a phenomenon quite like the dimensional extension of the moebius strip..., the Klein Bottle: the curved "continum" turning in(or out) upon itself. But that's too simplist, I'm sure. And as for TIME itself......That really poses a problem... (I've got to go to work now)
Popularity isn't all bad. After all, why would I be here right now typing this message on one of the most popular sites in GEEKDOM if I thought it were? I fell in live with Google when the first time it took me to some rare information in .05344 seconds. I know I was hooked when I even found MYSELF by doing a search. Now I don't want to overestimate my (omniportance)(?), but that was a revelation. I learned things that were long since erased from the molecular soft drive throbbing between my ears. Anyone want my autograph?????
How 'bout a portable with a molecular memory and a completely optical circuit, including the chips. Lumenon has the chips in question already, and you all know the quantum trip. That means that you would not only be able to communicate to your coffee machine and brother-in-law by annonymous E- mail at the speed of the dual death & life state of Schroedinger's Cat, but you could do it in the dark, typing on a transparent plastic lap-top while tripping on the play of light in the circuits.
I have this image of a group of protesting flourescent light huggers hanging on for dear life as I harvest those tubes for use in the local side-show as hungry lightbulb eaters eagerly wait.
I once had a girl-friend like that. Her skin was so white she looked like one of those plastic, transparent, circulatory system lab models. I personally know several nerds who, after spending this last winter transfixed before their active screens, looked like the limp milky fish you see laying on the ice in your local market. Their skin looked more like wet roadmap than real flesh, their arteries like interstate highways. Just one question: does this mean that you could get a sun-tan from the inside out?
Speaking of Speaking of fluorescents..., they go with the 50's culture that invented formica kitchen tables with chromed borders and flimsy, metal legs, with "BIG hair" hair-dos, with airplane-winged highway yachts and cholesterol-cookin' grandmas who luckily killed off a half a generation with their receipes. They go with James Bond movies and the early sixties, Playboy mansions and cow titted Playgirls. They go with smoking jackets and sunken living rooms..., with push-button controlled curtains and police interrogation rooms. In other words, they go with most boss's cultural conception of what the world should be like.
Flourescent-produced light vibrates (turns itself on and off) at a rate akin to the cycle structure of the electric feed. That is usually near the very threshold of human perception, but not quite, which places a continual stresssssssssssss on the brain torn between the task dictated by the "users" will and the struggle to interprete what's happening in the ambiant environment. In other words, it sucks.
...is where I work. I am the "boss" so no-one bothers me or my personal environment. Chaos applies. Everything seems just perfect in it's imperfection. All order, virtual and otherwise is in the mind, depending of course, on how much coffee I drink. A "visually" perfect work environment is for designers to design for other desigeners to admire. When a Japanese artist achieves perfection in a particular work of art, visual or otherwise, he has two choices: destroy the object in question, because it is against every known law of nature, or "install" a deliberate imperfection that is called "wabi"... I believe, hidden somewhere in this way of looking at things, call it a "philosophy" if you will, there lies the secret of the "perfect" code, especially a perfect crypto code. Anything perfect can be perfectly duplicated, thus "cracked"... Introduce deliberate chaos, and you have the "true perfection" of uniqueness... the "thing in itself" ... the "one of a kind" (twosided to accomodate decryptage only once by the other half of a pair).
So the moral of this story is: Be ye not like your pop in the sky, for even His "perfection" is totally virtual.
Yours, (where's my mouse under all this paperwork)
Aazz, otherwise known as Azed-Glanz
TRY MSN SEARCH!!! You might like it.
I know what you mean. Boolean Algebra was not my cup of tea, BUT if you can get the language down, it is really accurate. Still, somehow, porno sites always seem to seep through the logic. You have to like total chaos to like "FAST"
If you really want something to get fuzzy about, check out alltheweb.com. As Saddam would say, it's the mother of all search engins. If you really want TOO much information, this is the place to go.
Canadians are very interested in this. It seems that half of this country, judging by its right-wing politics and politically correct opposition, is indeed populated by warm-blooded dinos.
What folks were really looking for was a bloody hand reaching out of the (in)active screen to to grab them by the neck, give them a good shake to wake them from their teletubbyesque complacency.