Um... yes, you can walk/stand without toes. Had a principal at one of my elementary schools who had his toes blown off by a lightning strike. Yeah, he walked funny, but he walked.
And, when I was in Korea, the bunker I worked in had a blast door malfunction. About a two-ton steel blast door dropped unexpectedly and chopped off a commander's feet... partially. Got the toes of one foot and about half of the other foot. After he recovered, he turned down the 100% disability retirement and returned to his commander's post.
Of course, whenever he went up or down stairs, a lieutenant would unobtrusively position himself on the downhill side of the stairs just in case, but the guy stayed in the Air Force and continued commanding. Big huge brass balls, he must have had.
Been there, done that. Bad tibia/fibula break in a Harley accident; bones didn't heal due to an infection. Cleaned the mess out, bone/skin/muscle graft, and the little zapper box. The box sat on my belt, with two wires that went to sticky pads (like EKG connectors) that were situated on either side of the break.
Healed that sucker up in about four weeks (quicker than the six weeks anticipated, if memory serves). Only had to swap out the 9v battery once a day.
To be, or not to be--that is the question: Whether 'tis nobler in the mind to suffer The slings and arrows of outrageous fortune Or to take arms against a sea of troubles And by opposing end them. To die, to sleep-- No more--and by a sleep to say we end The heartache, and the thousand natural shocks That flesh is heir to. 'Tis a consummation Devoutly to be wished. To die, to sleep-- To sleep--perchance to dream: ay, there's the rub, For in that sleep of death what dreams may come When we have shuffled off this mortal coil, Must give us pause. There's the respect That makes calamity of so long life. For who would bear the whips and scorns of time, Th' oppressor's wrong, the proud man's contumely The pangs of despised love, the law's delay, The insolence of office, and the spurns That patient merit of th' unworthy takes, When he himself might his quietus make With a bare bodkin? Who would fardels bear, To grunt and sweat under a weary life, But that the dread of something after death, The undiscovered country, from whose bourn No traveller returns, puzzles the will, And makes us rather bear those ills we have Than fly to others that we know not of? Thus conscience does make cowards of us all, And thus the native hue of resolution Is sicklied o'er with the pale cast of thought, And enterprise of great pitch and moment With this regard their currents turn awry And lose the name of action. -- Soft you now, The fair Ophelia! -- Nymph, in thy orisons Be all my sins remembered.
This sounds like that paint they used to use for security systems... paint a stripe around the perimeter of the window, then hook both ends of the stripe to a security box... if the connection (paint stripe) is broken, the alarm goes off. Read the article but it didn't mention that.
I remember seeing that stuff waaay back when I was a kid, don't see it too much anymore.
Agreed. I have chronic Plantar Fasciitis and standing all day would *kill* me. All I need is for some HR clown to read this and decide it'd be a Good Thing to require everyone in the company to stand all day for the Great god Of Increased Productivity.
If you're too lazy to read the ref above, Plantar Fasciitis is an inflammation of the tendons on the bottom of your feet. Beat the soles of your feet with a 2x4 for about 15 minutes and you'll get an idea of what my feet feel like every day.
Having said all that, I *do* agree that getting up and walking around every now and then definitely helps shake things loose. I'm helping to design a network for a Very Important defense system right now, and when I hit a mental roadblock, a walk out to the parking garage and back will break the logjam about 90% of the time.
Luckily I've been blessed with a geek boss (and his boss, and his boss) who understand this totally, and don't bitch at me for what would appear to many other managers to be screwing off.
>BitTorrent is building a video store from which customers can download movies at speeds of up to 1 gigabit per second, according to the company. >>1 Gigabit? That's a bit of an outrageous claim, isn't it? Obviously, BitTorrent speed increases with current download demand, but hang on: 1 Gigabit???. Who has that kind of connection speed, exactly?
Hell, they can claim up to 1 terabyte per nanosecond.
The key phrase here is "up to"... by definition, they could pass 1kb per hour and that claim would be valid. "Up to..." just means that it's a theoretical maximum. Sure, it might take multiple laser beams using technology imported from the UFOs in Area 51, but "up to" leaves all the leeway in the universe.
Agreed. I was going to come up with something pithy about him watching smoke roll past his disfigured head and painting the swirls he saw, but the OP here has my half-baked post beat all to hell.
Not really. I spent 20 years in the Air Force, and I (and most retirees for that matter) turn into neither. Generally speaking, after that much time you know the organization well enough that you can both call BS on the BS parts, and support the good parts.
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hehe.. not much anymore. But when the beers were 75 cents, and taxis were a buck, yeah, I went to the bars.
:)
No, I'm not *that* old... this was in Korea in the 80s.
And here I thought a bar code was a hand signal you used to let everyone in a large crowd, in a noisy bar, know where you were going next.
Like standing up and holding up five fingers to let everyone know the next bar is the "Five Spot".
Oh well, live and learn.
hehe... wish I knew the guy personally, I'd pass this to him!
Yeah... apparently the guy said something like, "What? I don't need toes to be a commander!"
:)
'Specially since these days you can't kick guys in the ass anymore when they need it.
Um... yes, you can walk/stand without toes. Had a principal at one of my elementary schools who had his toes blown off by a lightning strike. Yeah, he walked funny, but he walked.
And, when I was in Korea, the bunker I worked in had a blast door malfunction. About a two-ton steel blast door dropped unexpectedly and chopped off a commander's feet... partially. Got the toes of one foot and about half of the other foot. After he recovered, he turned down the 100% disability retirement and returned to his commander's post.
Of course, whenever he went up or down stairs, a lieutenant would unobtrusively position himself on the downhill side of the stairs just in case, but the guy stayed in the Air Force and continued commanding. Big huge brass balls, he must have had.
Actually, I'd call it a "man in the backdoor" attack, considering what it does to you...
Odd. Make that http://www.geocities.com/redoregon/crunch - for whatever reason, Geocities doesn't like the standard "/" ending for a URL. Whatever!
Been there, done that. Bad tibia/fibula break in a Harley accident; bones didn't heal due to an infection. Cleaned the mess out, bone/skin/muscle graft, and the little zapper box. The box sat on my belt, with two wires that went to sticky pads (like EKG connectors) that were situated on either side of the break.
Healed that sucker up in about four weeks (quicker than the six weeks anticipated, if memory serves). Only had to swap out the 9v battery once a day.
Full details of the accident at http://www.geocities.com/redoregon/crunch/. Also a link to the blog about followups, etc., at the end of the page.
On the off chance you're not just trolling or have lived in a cave for the past few decades...
http://coke.fluidvision.net/manufacturing.htm/
To be, or not to be--that is the question:
Whether 'tis nobler in the mind to suffer
The slings and arrows of outrageous fortune
Or to take arms against a sea of troubles
And by opposing end them. To die, to sleep--
No more--and by a sleep to say we end
The heartache, and the thousand natural shocks
That flesh is heir to. 'Tis a consummation
Devoutly to be wished. To die, to sleep--
To sleep--perchance to dream: ay, there's the rub,
For in that sleep of death what dreams may come
When we have shuffled off this mortal coil,
Must give us pause. There's the respect
That makes calamity of so long life.
For who would bear the whips and scorns of time,
Th' oppressor's wrong, the proud man's contumely
The pangs of despised love, the law's delay,
The insolence of office, and the spurns
That patient merit of th' unworthy takes,
When he himself might his quietus make
With a bare bodkin? Who would fardels bear,
To grunt and sweat under a weary life,
But that the dread of something after death,
The undiscovered country, from whose bourn
No traveller returns, puzzles the will,
And makes us rather bear those ills we have
Than fly to others that we know not of?
Thus conscience does make cowards of us all,
And thus the native hue of resolution
Is sicklied o'er with the pale cast of thought,
And enterprise of great pitch and moment
With this regard their currents turn awry
And lose the name of action. -- Soft you now,
The fair Ophelia! -- Nymph, in thy orisons
Be all my sins remembered.
This sounds like that paint they used to use for security systems... paint a stripe around the perimeter of the window, then hook both ends of the stripe to a security box... if the connection (paint stripe) is broken, the alarm goes off. Read the article but it didn't mention that.
I remember seeing that stuff waaay back when I was a kid, don't see it too much anymore.
Oh. I guess I missed that "Enterprise" in the summary.
No support? Puhleeze! I'm guessing you'll get as much support, if not more, from the Community out on the net as you would from the company!
Speaking, of course, of support as in configuration, etc., as opposed to support as in code rewrites...
But still, that's a far shot from "no support unless you pay".
Support the fallen, block the idiots
http://www.patriotguard.org/
Fer cryin' out loud, people, RTFA!!! An inch? Try 160 feet!!! RTFA!
If you're too lazy to read the ref above, Plantar Fasciitis is an inflammation of the tendons on the bottom of your feet. Beat the soles of your feet with a 2x4 for about 15 minutes and you'll get an idea of what my feet feel like every day.
Having said all that, I *do* agree that getting up and walking around every now and then definitely helps shake things loose. I'm helping to design a network for a Very Important defense system right now, and when I hit a mental roadblock, a walk out to the parking garage and back will break the logjam about 90% of the time.
Luckily I've been blessed with a geek boss (and his boss, and his boss) who understand this totally, and don't bitch at me for what would appear to many other managers to be screwing off.
...uphill, with barbed wire wrapped around your bare feet for traction.
>BitTorrent is building a video store from which customers can download movies at speeds of up to 1 gigabit per second, according to the company.
>>1 Gigabit? That's a bit of an outrageous claim, isn't it? Obviously, BitTorrent speed increases with current download demand, but hang on: 1 Gigabit???. Who has that kind of connection speed, exactly?
Hell, they can claim up to 1 terabyte per nanosecond.
The key phrase here is "up to"... by definition, they could pass 1kb per hour and that claim would be valid. "Up to..." just means that it's a theoretical maximum. Sure, it might take multiple laser beams using technology imported from the UFOs in Area 51, but "up to" leaves all the leeway in the universe.
Agreed. I was going to come up with something pithy about him watching smoke roll past his disfigured head and painting the swirls he saw, but the OP here has my half-baked post beat all to hell.
Not with a beowulf cluster!
(sorry, I couldn't NOT do it.)
Hollywood didn't implement squat.
They browbeat/bribed the companies that developed the software to implement it.
Splitting hairs, maybe, but Hollywood would have trouble implementing a flush toilet.
Count how many dumbshit managers with no technical knowledge you have over you.
Double your realistic estimate for each DM.
MasterCard ShopSafe.
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Not really. I spent 20 years in the Air Force, and I (and most retirees for that matter) turn into neither. Generally speaking, after that much time you know the organization well enough that you can both call BS on the BS parts, and support the good parts.
Absolute brilliance.
What... no one's going to mention TSOL? Sure it's a royal PITA to administer, but it doesn't get much more secure...