The poor register jockeys making a flat hourly rate no matter how many customers get through their lines. The harder they work, the more work they make for themselves, particularly if they're sharing all the customers. (Anyone who's worked in any sort of real job surrounded by slackers knows this.) At least with your own customer queue, you can kind of see an incentive to get them all through, even if more keep showing up. As an added bonus, a manager might notice the ten people waiting to get through the lazy bitch's line (although in my experience, that just results in the efficient one being told he's "not taking initiative" or some similar bullshit.)
True story: I live in Pennsylvania, where I once experienced this in an Amish market, which used electric lights, registers, scales, etc. I waited it out until they got their generator running, though, because you just can't find better bacon.
You're right: before dictionaries, nobody learned how to spell because the art of writing was so difficult, only about thirty people in the world could read and write English. If there was any business to be done, it was either spoken (which is processed completely differently), or it was written in French, which people had agreed on how to write. Standardization of English made it something that could be taught to the masses.
Who is this mythical "the reader" by whom you judge the efficacy of written communication? Is it your lazy buddy who can't be bothered to use his own language correctly, or the Shanghai businessman who's trying to export his toys to the West, and for whom "lead paint" and "light red paint" actually mean different things? A significant portion of English speakers today (in fact, by some estimates more than half) are not in fact native Anglophones (people who'd gladly allot you one, two, or even a lot of rectal sticks if that's what you asked them for), but rather people who took deliberate effort to learn the language, and who tried to learn it right, dadgummit.
"Yes. I know," said the little Technician earnestly, "but I start by saying seven times three because that's the way it works. Now seven times three is twenty-one." "And how do you know that?" asked the congressman. "I just remember it. It's always twenty-one on the computer. I've checked it any number of times." "That doesn't mean it always will be though, does it?" said the congressman.
In the real world, people have access to spell checking every time they use computers, but still don't use it. If the schools beat it into kids early enough, it might help advance the cause of coherent communication—but more likely, the only kid in the class who actually knows how to spell (the overachieving nerd who goes back and re-reads every answer on her test three times to make sure she crossed every T and dotted every I before turning it in) will be the only one using it.
Since human beings have a range of vision that extends into the infrared spectrum, your camera is only mimicking what everyone else can... heeeeeeey, wait, I see what you done there!
You know, if you just tell them from the beginning that you believe the trial is unnecessary because only guilty people go to trial, you don't have to serve.
"The plan, announced Friday, received a strong endorsement from camera industry and other analysts and is likely to get some level of support from car manufacturers."
So I'm supposed to be able to switch a phone's settings AND type a message on it -- somehow inconspicuously enough not to be noticed by folks who are already on a paranoid, heightened sense of alertness -- and do so quickly enough to summon help?
I would think simply dialing 911 and slipping the phone into my pocket before saying anything on it would be the most effective solution. (A) it's inconspicuous AND (b) with the geolocating data that 911 systems get from inbound calls and the background ruckus noise the phone should still pick up, it wouldn't be hard for a dispatcher to figure out "Hey! there's something going on at location!" and send a police/ambulance/fire emergency crew there (even the dispatcher in Die Hard who didn't even believe anything was going on at Nakatomi Plaza had that much sense).
Call of Duty: Black Ops is a game where you simulate shooting people. If you don't like people in it using Swastika symbols (BTW, there is a difference between a "symbol" and a "logo", but I digress), just go shoot them (in the game, I stress) and keep it up until they don't want to use it any more.
Until your "silent" notification is acknowledged by the 911 dispatcher texting you back and your hilarious Strong Bad sound clip ringtone gets you all killed.
A lot of those footnote comments in legal opinions are put in there not by the judges writing them, but by their clerks typing them up, who end up with the task of looking up all the citations.
I once read one by a judge who was notorious for never following up on what his clerks cited, so they would try to one-up each other by seeing what they could get away with. When the opinion noted that the plaintiff's version of events didn't jive with other records, the accompanying citation read, "'Can't seem to face up to the facts.' Byrne, D., Stop Making Sense"
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The poor register jockeys making a flat hourly rate no matter how many customers get through their lines. The harder they work, the more work they make for themselves, particularly if they're sharing all the customers. (Anyone who's worked in any sort of real job surrounded by slackers knows this.) At least with your own customer queue, you can kind of see an incentive to get them all through, even if more keep showing up. As an added bonus, a manager might notice the ten people waiting to get through the lazy bitch's line (although in my experience, that just results in the efficient one being told he's "not taking initiative" or some similar bullshit.)
True story: I live in Pennsylvania, where I once experienced this in an Amish market, which used electric lights, registers, scales, etc. I waited it out until they got their generator running, though, because you just can't find better bacon.
You're right: before dictionaries, nobody learned how to spell because the art of writing was so difficult, only about thirty people in the world could read and write English. If there was any business to be done, it was either spoken (which is processed completely differently), or it was written in French, which people had agreed on how to write. Standardization of English made it something that could be taught to the masses.
Who is this mythical "the reader" by whom you judge the efficacy of written communication? Is it your lazy buddy who can't be bothered to use his own language correctly, or the Shanghai businessman who's trying to export his toys to the West, and for whom "lead paint" and "light red paint" actually mean different things? A significant portion of English speakers today (in fact, by some estimates more than half) are not in fact native Anglophones (people who'd gladly allot you one, two, or even a lot of rectal sticks if that's what you asked them for), but rather people who took deliberate effort to learn the language, and who tried to learn it right, dadgummit.
And that's how laws are made.
In the real world, people have access to spell checking every time they use computers, but still don't use it. If the schools beat it into kids early enough, it might help advance the cause of coherent communication—but more likely, the only kid in the class who actually knows how to spell (the overachieving nerd who goes back and re-reads every answer on her test three times to make sure she crossed every T and dotted every I before turning it in) will be the only one using it.
Since human beings have a range of vision that extends into the infrared spectrum, your camera is only mimicking what everyone else can ... heeeeeeey, wait, I see what you done there!
"including the defendant"?
You know, if you just tell them from the beginning that you believe the trial is unnecessary because only guilty people go to trial, you don't have to serve.
Only if you get caught. The less time you have to prepare a lie, the less likely you are to get it on the record.
Yeah! Yeah! Yeah!
"The plan, announced Friday, received a strong endorsement from camera industry and other analysts and is likely to get some level of support from car manufacturers."
There, fixed it for you.
Is that the guy that Macduff attacked at Dunsinane?
So I'm supposed to be able to switch a phone's settings AND type a message on it -- somehow inconspicuously enough not to be noticed by folks who are already on a paranoid, heightened sense of alertness -- and do so quickly enough to summon help?
I would think simply dialing 911 and slipping the phone into my pocket before saying anything on it would be the most effective solution. (A) it's inconspicuous AND (b) with the geolocating data that 911 systems get from inbound calls and the background ruckus noise the phone should still pick up, it wouldn't be hard for a dispatcher to figure out "Hey! there's something going on at location !" and send a police/ambulance/fire emergency crew there (even the dispatcher in Die Hard who didn't even believe anything was going on at Nakatomi Plaza had that much sense).
Call of Duty: Black Ops is a game where you simulate shooting people. If you don't like people in it using Swastika symbols (BTW, there is a difference between a "symbol" and a "logo", but I digress), just go shoot them (in the game, I stress) and keep it up until they don't want to use it any more.
Worked for Winston Churchill, anyhow.
Until your "silent" notification is acknowledged by the 911 dispatcher texting you back and your hilarious Strong Bad sound clip ringtone gets you all killed.
anyone who'd be into saving images of children's genitalia certainly wouldn't care for images of enlarged children's genitalia.
I'm crazy for inhaling
Air so thick it's veiling
And I'm crazy for breathing you.
You're almost right, except for confusing the past and future verb tense.
If it was an economics or poli-sci class, it would actually be worth the tuition.
The original Skynet, that is. The one that mattered in 1997.
A lot of those footnote comments in legal opinions are put in there not by the judges writing them, but by their clerks typing them up, who end up with the task of looking up all the citations.
I once read one by a judge who was notorious for never following up on what his clerks cited, so they would try to one-up each other by seeing what they could get away with. When the opinion noted that the plaintiff's version of events didn't jive with other records, the accompanying citation read, "'Can't seem to face up to the facts.' Byrne, D., Stop Making Sense"
nothing weighs 1 kg. A cylinder might have 1 kg of mass, but its weight is something different altogether.
Well, perhaps if it weren't so damned unprofitable to read the thing, the plaintiff might've known that already.
Or you could just not watch TV while you're driving....
It's not a "privacy leak" if you type the $#!% in yourself!
The International Drainage Commission really needs to know.