Even in the movie business this would be considered a big success, if you made a film for $450 million and got $451 million in sales then its considered profit. And the movie business is much more risky, you can't guarantee getting 1/10th of the cost back in profit. Seems to me to be a very well thought out business plan.
Of course compared to what the record companies ACTUALLY make in profit on CD sales is grounds for calling 1/10th profit paltry.
Actually Coca-Cola made the stupid move of creating this site: www.cokemusic.com
I drink coke religiously, and am a fan of the horrible high fructose corn syrup solution but never before have I wanted to see a DDoS on a website before. Even I have compassion for the RIAA and the MPAA and their websites during their death throes.
I still disagree. I would venture to say that an apple pie made today would be far more rich in calories and various molecules needed by the body than say an apple pie made 300 years ago.
Yes, our bodies are designed to go through long periods of food withdrawl but we still eat food that is richer than the food we slowly evolved to eat. Essentially we are large primates, we evolved to subsist off of fruits, berries, plants, animals, just about anything that was edible. 3000 years ago our food was poor in quality, we made up for it by eating large amounts of it. Isn't the daily recommended calorie intake 2000-3500 calories? We can easily get 2000 calories from two meals or even one large meal. You can blame it on transfatty acids, salt, sugar, carbohydrates, proteins, diet soda, whatever, my point is that our food has a higher concentration of these things than normal. Our chickens are breed for one thing, consumption, they are taken care of better than chickens from 500 years ago, the same goes with cows, other animals and our crops. Take a look at all the giant vegetable/fruit contests, we are constantly making larger foods because of our sheer knowledge of how to get food to grow better. 500 years ago you couldn't buy fertilizer that listed its phosphorus, nitrogen, and potassium contents or even know what they did!
Today I can safely say that my food produced from my garden is going to be richer than some farmer from 3000 years ago.
Theater troupe? I got an answer for you, get your friends to go to gay bars and hand out flyers. Your troupe should get an influx of attendees in no time whatsoever.
Like how all the import cars from... surprise surprise not Japan but our good ol' neighbor of cheap labor Mexico!
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Our current selection of food is also better for us. It is like getting a 16 inch battleship shell when your body has evolved to survive on BB-gun pellets. Our current selection of food is of higher quality and just generally richer compared to what we evolved to survive on. Even if you are a Creationist, there is no way you can even try and compare our food now to food from 100-5000 years ago.
Hasn't anyone heard of Bonzai Buddy? I think it is not only the most intrusive but the most annoying... It is Microsoft's Clippy taken to a higher and more perverse level!
I love France. I like their French Foreign Legion, their language, their women. I like Europe in general but I think this time France has gone to far, they have had several mistakes in the past, like building a formidable impenetrable line, but not realizing any intelligent attacker would flank the line before trying to go through it. I will admit it was a great idea but who was the genius who thought they would stop at the border?
So I think we should invade France, nobody will complain because they are as xenophobic as Japan, if not moreso. French wine will be cheap, we could travel to Europe and live on US soil, and we will be right next door to our bed buddies the Brits!
I got Digital Cable and I get about 7 Digital channels with the Discovery brand name on them, they are 99.9% than the regular Discovery channel. I get Discovery Kids, The Discovery Science Channel(The Current program at this time of 2:25 is entitled: Big Picture: How to Build a Human: Creation, and it is about stem cells and cloning), The Discovery Travel, Home and Living channel, the Discovery Times(as in the title of a newspaper) channel, Discovery Health Channel, and the Discovery Wings channel... I highly recommend these channels because at least one thing is on that is interesting if not more... They do tend to repeat a lot but the content is still 2x better than the regular Discovery or TLC channels...
Technically you must renounce your former citizenship, but for the most part other countries don't care if America makes you renounce your former citizenship they still consider you a citizen.
From slcpi!govt.shearson.com!mjohnsto@uunet.UU.NET Tue Jan 8 09:50:03 1991 To: wordy@Corp Subject: Part 51 of CAA #2
THE MIDNIGHT ATTACK
(#51 in the second online CAA series)
by
Steven K. Roberts, HtN (WORDY)
Milpitas, CA
July 20, 1989
Copyright 1989, Steven K. Roberts. All rights reserved.
Eureka, CA; Kinetic Sculpture Race '89.
These are the times that make all the others worthwhile. Cold, misty wind. Surf rumbling in the dark; fresh thick Humboldt beer the color of night foaming in a plastic cup. A mountain bike beneath me, warm and responsive. Along two miles of blustery sand between ocean and bay is a ragged encampment of kinetic madmen; hungry for adventure I drain the brew, draw a water bottle full for later, and pedal south.
Biting wind, fingers numb on the handlebars, wild grins in the blackness.
The road barely visible; glimmers of firelight wavering through beery perception on either side. Now and again a strange face flashing orange in cigarette glow or bouncing behind a flashlight. Dark hulks parked haphazardly in the dunes: leering abstract dinosaur heads, a maniacally grinning 12-foot pink shoe, shotgun marriages of art and engineering. Laughter darting betwen wave crashes. Headlights on the bluff lashing deep into the sky, triggering confused memories of ancient rock concerts and laser shows. It's a night, a WILD NIGHT, and god damn, I'm alive after all! I push into the wind, savoring the numbing cold and full bladder. Feeling! Wind spatters my face with light rain, and the chain grinds sand. Every nerve is alive, unlike the familiar Milpitian evenings of deadline-driven, coffee-wired urgency.
Ah, a fellow human! Indistinct in the dark is a mirror image, pedaling toward me. I recognize him before I really see him, and yes, I think it's time. "Hi Jerry... what are the Christians up to?"
"Hey, Steve. They're singing around the fire. The crosses were still leaning against the truck last time I checked."
"I think it's time for a firewood run, don't you?" I ask casually. We
laugh, and the sound is sinister and giddy, deliciously conspiratorial. I flash back two decades to the days when I had little to lose, freight hopping and riding drawbridges, tripping through strange nights, strange towns -- immortal, curious, trying anything once.
The Christians have been irritating everybody. This is a Kinetic
Sculpture Race party, the end of the second day. Dead Man's Drop and the
Humboldt Bay crossing are history; only Slimy Slope and a dozen or so hard
miles remain. This night belongs to racers and friends, but what's this? An
encampment of proselytizing Jesus-hustlers has appeared in the middle of us,
and all evening they've been tromping back and forth dragging 8-foot bloody
crosses of 4X4 redwood beams, exhorting us heathen party animals to Witness the
Glory of God. They've been crashing conversations, preaching aggressively, and
challenging our restraint with something that smacks of the hard sell. One man
was even accompanied by a brainwashed, doomed child of about 10, dragging his
scaled-down cross...
Yes, it's time. The crosses will make a good bonfire, only fair after
their owners arrived early to hoard all the driftwood on the beach... but can
we penetrate the defenses around their blazing campfire where the believers
stand singing in an orgy of pious fellowship? Some of those guys look a little
dangerous... like retarded bouncers wearing self-righteous scowls of
intimidation, insinuating physical challenge into every eye contact.
Time to reconnoiter. Quietly discussing strategy, we pedal slowly toward
the encampment of Christian soldiers, clearly distinguished from the others by
a giant 30-foot cross planted in a low dune. The towering sy
Or the artists could just get together and instead of having the RIAA have the "Recording Artists Association of America"(RAAA) and have them set up a website and then each artist could get money donated to them via the website, wanna donate to moby? moby@raaa.org, want to donate to a hopeless cause? michaeljackson@raaa.org
Let us cut the middle man(RIAA) out and pay the artists directly!
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If Dean Kamen's water purifier can be turned into a still then it might be something to look into. 10 gallons an hour is whole lot of moonshine.
Yeah, I resort to alcohol in seducing women, unlike these new age freaks that use roofies, GHB, and ketamine.
Even in the movie business this would be considered a big success, if you made a film for $450 million and got $451 million in sales then its considered profit. And the movie business is much more risky, you can't guarantee getting 1/10th of the cost back in profit. Seems to me to be a very well thought out business plan.
Of course compared to what the record companies ACTUALLY make in profit on CD sales is grounds for calling 1/10th profit paltry.
Actually Coca-Cola made the stupid move of creating this site: www.cokemusic.com
I drink coke religiously, and am a fan of the horrible high fructose corn syrup solution but never before have I wanted to see a DDoS on a website before. Even I have compassion for the RIAA and the MPAA and their websites during their death throes.
I still disagree. I would venture to say that an apple pie made today would be far more rich in calories and various molecules needed by the body than say an apple pie made 300 years ago.
Yes, our bodies are designed to go through long periods of food withdrawl but we still eat food that is richer than the food we slowly evolved to eat. Essentially we are large primates, we evolved to subsist off of fruits, berries, plants, animals, just about anything that was edible. 3000 years ago our food was poor in quality, we made up for it by eating large amounts of it. Isn't the daily recommended calorie intake 2000-3500 calories? We can easily get 2000 calories from two meals or even one large meal. You can blame it on transfatty acids, salt, sugar, carbohydrates, proteins, diet soda, whatever, my point is that our food has a higher concentration of these things than normal. Our chickens are breed for one thing, consumption, they are taken care of better than chickens from 500 years ago, the same goes with cows, other animals and our crops. Take a look at all the giant vegetable/fruit contests, we are constantly making larger foods because of our sheer knowledge of how to get food to grow better. 500 years ago you couldn't buy fertilizer that listed its phosphorus, nitrogen, and potassium contents or even know what they did!
Today I can safely say that my food produced from my garden is going to be richer than some farmer from 3000 years ago.
Theater troupe? I got an answer for you, get your friends to go to gay bars and hand out flyers. Your troupe should get an influx of attendees in no time whatsoever.
Like how all the import cars from... surprise surprise not Japan but our good ol' neighbor of cheap labor Mexico!
Our current selection of food is also better for us. It is like getting a 16 inch battleship shell when your body has evolved to survive on BB-gun pellets. Our current selection of food is of higher quality and just generally richer compared to what we evolved to survive on. Even if you are a Creationist, there is no way you can even try and compare our food now to food from 100-5000 years ago.
*whimper* I actually have tears in my eyes right now... Not because I am sad but because this is too freaking funny.
Seriously, can a comedian even make this shit up?
Hasn't anyone heard of Bonzai Buddy? I think it is not only the most intrusive but the most annoying... It is Microsoft's Clippy taken to a higher and more perverse level!
Does that mean Gumbel will be hosting the unveiling of Frankie Yale's secret vault?
No, but he will be serving beer at the kegger afterwards...
What if the AI was like a hive mind and didn't have a reason or need to reproduce?
Now you dabble in Metaphysics... How would we be able to tell that the EXACT copy wasn't him?
I love France. I like their French Foreign Legion, their language, their women. I like Europe in general but I think this time France has gone to far, they have had several mistakes in the past, like building a formidable impenetrable line, but not realizing any intelligent attacker would flank the line before trying to go through it. I will admit it was a great idea but who was the genius who thought they would stop at the border?
So I think we should invade France, nobody will complain because they are as xenophobic as Japan, if not moreso. French wine will be cheap, we could travel to Europe and live on US soil, and we will be right next door to our bed buddies the Brits!
I got Digital Cable and I get about 7 Digital channels with the Discovery brand name on them, they are 99.9% than the regular Discovery channel. I get Discovery Kids, The Discovery Science Channel(The Current program at this time of 2:25 is entitled: Big Picture: How to Build a Human: Creation, and it is about stem cells and cloning), The Discovery Travel, Home and Living channel, the Discovery Times(as in the title of a newspaper) channel, Discovery Health Channel, and the Discovery Wings channel... I highly recommend these channels because at least one thing is on that is interesting if not more... They do tend to repeat a lot but the content is still 2x better than the regular Discovery or TLC channels...
You really shouldn't compare the RIAA to dog crap, its demeaning to dog crap.
Nevermind I am sort of wrong...
Go here:http://travel.state.gov/dualnationality.html
Technically you must renounce your former citizenship, but for the most part other countries don't care if America makes you renounce your former citizenship they still consider you a citizen.
From slcpi!govt.shearson.com!mjohnsto@uunet.UU.NET Tue Jan 8 09:50:03 1991
To: wordy@Corp
Subject: Part 51 of CAA #2
THE MIDNIGHT ATTACK
(#51 in the second online CAA series)
by
Steven K. Roberts, HtN (WORDY)
Milpitas, CA
July 20, 1989
Copyright 1989, Steven K. Roberts. All rights reserved.
Eureka, CA; Kinetic Sculpture Race '89.
These are the times that make all the others worthwhile. Cold, misty wind. Surf rumbling in the dark; fresh thick Humboldt beer the color of night foaming in a plastic cup. A mountain bike beneath me, warm and responsive. Along two miles of blustery sand between ocean and bay is a ragged encampment of kinetic madmen; hungry for adventure I drain the brew, draw a water bottle full for later, and pedal south.
Biting wind, fingers numb on the handlebars, wild grins in the blackness.
The road barely visible; glimmers of firelight wavering through beery perception on either side. Now and again a strange face flashing orange in cigarette glow or bouncing behind a flashlight. Dark hulks parked haphazardly in the dunes: leering abstract dinosaur heads, a maniacally grinning 12-foot pink shoe, shotgun marriages of art and engineering. Laughter darting betwen wave crashes. Headlights on the bluff lashing deep into the sky, triggering confused memories of ancient rock concerts and laser shows. It's a night, a
WILD NIGHT, and god damn, I'm alive after all! I push into the wind, savoring the numbing cold and full bladder.
Feeling! Wind spatters my face with light rain, and the chain grinds sand.
Every nerve is alive, unlike the familiar Milpitian evenings of
deadline-driven, coffee-wired urgency.
Ah, a fellow human! Indistinct in the dark is a mirror image, pedaling
toward me. I recognize him before I really see him, and yes, I think it's
time. "Hi Jerry... what are the Christians up to?"
"Hey, Steve. They're singing around the fire. The crosses were still
leaning against the truck last time I checked."
"I think it's time for a firewood run, don't you?" I ask casually. We
laugh, and the sound is sinister and giddy, deliciously conspiratorial. I
flash back two decades to the days when I had little to lose, freight hopping
and riding drawbridges, tripping through strange nights, strange towns --
immortal, curious, trying anything once.
The Christians have been irritating everybody. This is a Kinetic
Sculpture Race party, the end of the second day. Dead Man's Drop and the
Humboldt Bay crossing are history; only Slimy Slope and a dozen or so hard
miles remain. This night belongs to racers and friends, but what's this? An
encampment of proselytizing Jesus-hustlers has appeared in the middle of us,
and all evening they've been tromping back and forth dragging 8-foot bloody
crosses of 4X4 redwood beams, exhorting us heathen party animals to Witness the
Glory of God. They've been crashing conversations, preaching aggressively, and
challenging our restraint with something that smacks of the hard sell. One man
was even accompanied by a brainwashed, doomed child of about 10, dragging his
scaled-down cross...
Yes, it's time. The crosses will make a good bonfire, only fair after
their owners arrived early to hoard all the driftwood on the beach... but can
we penetrate the defenses around their blazing campfire where the believers
stand singing in an orgy of pious fellowship? Some of those guys look a little
dangerous... like retarded bouncers wearing self-righteous scowls of
intimidation, insinuating physical challenge into every eye contact.
Time to reconnoiter. Quietly discussing strategy, we pedal slowly toward
the encampment of Christian soldiers, clearly distinguished from the others by
a giant 30-foot cross planted in a low dune. The towering sy
For some odd reason the best way to read that is in a Strongbad voice... or maybe Homestar Runner?
It's the year 2000(ed:2003), but where are the flying cars? I was promised flying cars. I don't see any flying cars? Why? Why? Why?
-Avery Brooks, in an International Business Machines(IBM) advertisement
Please tell me I am not having a bad case of deja vu and that this is some form of meme...
Just imagine... A Slashdot effect spamming this poor soul to the point of having a Beowulf Cluster won't save his mailbox...
Or the artists could just get together and instead of having the RIAA have the "Recording Artists Association of America"(RAAA) and have them set up a website and then each artist could get money donated to them via the website, wanna donate to moby? moby@raaa.org, want to donate to a hopeless cause? michaeljackson@raaa.org
Let us cut the middle man(RIAA) out and pay the artists directly!
1. Build small scale fusion reactor. ...
2.
3. Profit with Scholarship from MIT
And now we have come full circle back to Slashdot and the issue of patents... I love this country...