Is this really a mystery to you? Perhaps you missed the part where he said, "I was hanging out in a particular location on a regular basis." Mr. Bill Collector is tracking down Shawn. He calls around, maybe talking to someone at a former work place, pretending to be a family member or someone who needs to talk to Shawn for some deeply important, personal reason. Former co-worker says, "He hangs around the 7-11 at the corner of State and Main." Bill collector looks up the number of that 7-11, talks to clerk, clerk hasn't heard of Shawn but thinks he might be the guy who hangs out outside a lot and obligingly gives the number of the pay phone. Mr. Collector starts calling; most of the time he either gets nothing or someone else picks up, but he keeps trying until he gets Shawn. Maybe he tries every five minutes, or every hour, but eventually he hits paydirt.
Sound unlikely? Well, that's how bill collectors operate; no psychic powers or mad detective skillz needed, just thoroughness and persistence, along with a little social engineering and knowledge of certain information tools. Some work on commission, some have a quota that they absolutely have to meet or else they'll get fired.
No, but I gotta tell you--regardless of the nostalgia factor (and I lurved the original game with an unnatural intensity), after playing Return to Castle Wolfenstein, playing the original would probably be like playing it on an abacus.
PiD was great, and in some ways much more sophisticated than Marathon (although it had its aggravation factor, like no run key--grr arg). Last time I tried loading it in Classic, though, it crashed, IIRC--it may not run in 9.2.2, unless you have gotten it to work? I may dust it off and try again.
I also seem to recall a project (which may be dormant) to do a PiD TC using Marathon Aleph One which would give a sorta-kinda OS X conversion, even though you wouldn't have fun stuff like random maze generation. Unfortunately, Bungie didn't release the source code for PiD before they were assimilated...
Maybe for utility programs and the like, but lots of medical apps take up anywhere from 2 to 10, count 'em, 10 megs--and the healthcare field is Palm's big vertical market.
Three basic factors at work here: small size, high cost (relative to other razor blades), and nearly 50% of the adult population uses them. The last one is crucial; there are actually smaller and more expensive things things on the shelf, but they're not in as much demand.
"Self-respecting culture mavens" can't be bothered with petty things like understanding the twenty-dollar words that they throw into reviews. See, "livegoat"'s email points back to gamegal.com, which is, like, this game review site, OK, but, see, it's, like, for gals! Or written by a gal. Or something. Let's look at their profiles page, shall we?
Atchly, looks like "Libe Goad" is a real person, according to their site, and helped make kozmo.com the success that it is today. And she has degrees in Journalism and English Literature, so she must be qualified to be an editor. So there.
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No self-respecting culture maven can deny their love affair with Napster. If you weren't spending your spare time in the years 99-00 downloading MP3s like a champ, it's likely you were still in diapers or dancing with wolves. Oh, Napster, we loved ye when.
Let's see... what was I doing at the cusp of the millenium? Oh, yeah, that's right... I was working, not figuring out ways to waste my employer's bandwidth downloading old Ace of Base singles. So much for my status as a "self-respecting culture maven" *snort*.
How about you get off your own bum sometime and check out your nearest playground. The equipment isn't sized for adults; that's why the parents sit on benches nearby.
Maybe because the attacks on the WTC and the Pentagon was first and formost an attack on the symbols of the military and financial might of the US and that the civilian victims were just a side effect?
Point taken, that it's not about killing as many civilians as possible. Still, the 9/11 attacks as well as the Oklahoma City bombing happened just after the beginning of the work day, and the previous WTC bombing occurred just after noon; I don't think that the civilian casualties were a mere byproduct.
It's not about preventing the last terrorist attack, obviously. 9/11 happened because no one was watching for it. Why would any terrorist worry about getting boxcutters past airport security now when they could dump an assload of ricin into a big city's reservoir and watch hundreds of thousands of people croak?
All I can say is: rent THE FIFTH ELEMENT, and imagine the people who can't stay in their lane or use their turn signal now trying to get the hang of it.
Here's the thing: all those things that were promised did, indeed, come to exist. All of them.
We've got robot butlers, flying cars, rocket belts, daily shuttles to the moon (that don't blow up), cures for cancer and the common cold, cigarettes with vitamins and minerals instead of tar and nicotine, universal peace and brotherhood, slimming pills that really work (and aren't amphetamines) so that everyone looks good in their unisex leotards, teleportation, 3D TV, sex in a pill, and direct election of government officials. And we had the Internet by 1959. Actually, we sort of handed it down to you; what we've got now is... well, "virtual reality" is a crude description, but it's the closest that your unevolved "English" can come.
One other thing that we've got: big-ass cloaking devices. Next time you drive across Nebraska, or Montana... you know, those "empty" places that people started abandoning after WWII, for some reason... look off in the distance. You'll see a faint shimmering, which you'll probably tell yourself is just a "heat mirage".
Two words: traffic jam. See, the fantasy, for me, is that I'm the only one with the flying car, just like Nick Fury. If everyone had one, though, the suckitude of traffic jams would gain a new dimension. Don't look up, ground crawlers!
IIRC, the EV1 had ground clearance so low that it made your average lowrider sled look like a monster truck. Not too good if, like me, you live in a town where the street dept. "resurfaces" streets by throwing another coat of asphalt on top without scraping it down first, resulting in gutters not unlike the Grand Canyon. One tends to scrape the crap out of one's front bumper.
Unfortunately, the laws concerning and consequences of this type of crime are not commensurate with the damage they cause.
Probably because if society did start sending people to jail for longer terms for this sort of thing, then credit issuing companies would be under more pressure to properly verify identity before issuing credit, which would mean fewer credit accounts and less money for them. I mean, how hard is it to find a person's mother's maiden name online, with all the genealogies being published on the web?
Let's try to come up with a term of contempt that isn't being used by every script kiddie in Poughkeepsie. Hmm, should probably replace "script kiddie" too.
...any more than he knows why VOYAGER's ratings were so low even after they added the pneumatic Borgette sex bomb, or why ENTERPRISE is starting to tank, even with the crew dropping trou every other episode. Just like he doesn't know why people are champing at the bit for the DS9 DVDs, even though the show was all but ignored by Paramount after VOYAGER launched.
It's the vision thing. It's about building and drawing on a consistent, well-thought-out universe: movies II, III, IV, and to some extent VI, and FIRST CONTACT all drew on preceding episodes/installments, and were the best received and/or most successful of the movies. The others pretended not to remember the episodes whose plots they were recycling, and therefore sucked, even if the first movie did OK at the box office--people were hungry for fresh Trek, after all.
Sometimes, I get the feeling that Berman (and Brannon Braga, for that matter) are basically contemptuous of not only the fans, but of the franchise itself, and not only don't understand the Trek universe's basic appeal, but don't WANT to understand. Just throw in some (PG) sex, a few new spaceships, blow some shit up, and people will dig it, right?
If Berman were fired tomorrow, I don't know that it would be soon enough to save the franchise. And I'm not sure that I care any longer.
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Is this really a mystery to you? Perhaps you missed the part where he said, "I was hanging out in a particular location on a regular basis." Mr. Bill Collector is tracking down Shawn. He calls around, maybe talking to someone at a former work place, pretending to be a family member or someone who needs to talk to Shawn for some deeply important, personal reason. Former co-worker says, "He hangs around the 7-11 at the corner of State and Main." Bill collector looks up the number of that 7-11, talks to clerk, clerk hasn't heard of Shawn but thinks he might be the guy who hangs out outside a lot and obligingly gives the number of the pay phone. Mr. Collector starts calling; most of the time he either gets nothing or someone else picks up, but he keeps trying until he gets Shawn. Maybe he tries every five minutes, or every hour, but eventually he hits paydirt.
Sound unlikely? Well, that's how bill collectors operate; no psychic powers or mad detective skillz needed, just thoroughness and persistence, along with a little social engineering and knowledge of certain information tools. Some work on commission, some have a quota that they absolutely have to meet or else they'll get fired.
Now, that wasn't hard, was it?
Well, you know, that's why they call it gambling. If you want to go to Vegas and win big bucks with mad skillz, try billiards.
No, but I gotta tell you--regardless of the nostalgia factor (and I lurved the original game with an unnatural intensity), after playing Return to Castle Wolfenstein, playing the original would probably be like playing it on an abacus.
PiD was great, and in some ways much more sophisticated than Marathon (although it had its aggravation factor, like no run key--grr arg). Last time I tried loading it in Classic, though, it crashed, IIRC--it may not run in 9.2.2, unless you have gotten it to work? I may dust it off and try again.
I also seem to recall a project (which may be dormant) to do a PiD TC using Marathon Aleph One which would give a sorta-kinda OS X conversion, even though you wouldn't have fun stuff like random maze generation. Unfortunately, Bungie didn't release the source code for PiD before they were assimilated...
What a great PDA... for me to poop on!
...does whatever a rabbit can... that would be, let's see, eating half the plants in your garden and having lots of sex.
Sounds like the life for me!
We live to serve Him, and you!
That would make for the Best... "Switch" ad... ever.
Maybe for utility programs and the like, but lots of medical apps take up anywhere from 2 to 10, count 'em, 10 megs--and the healthcare field is Palm's big vertical market.
Three basic factors at work here: small size, high cost (relative to other razor blades), and nearly 50% of the adult population uses them. The last one is crucial; there are actually smaller and more expensive things things on the shelf, but they're not in as much demand.
Atchly, looks like "Libe Goad" is a real person, according to their site, and helped make kozmo.com the success that it is today. And she has degrees in Journalism and English Literature, so she must be qualified to be an editor. So there.
Does Slashdot have the equivalent of the Bulwer-Lytton Awards? Maybe we should.
Let's see... what was I doing at the cusp of the millenium? Oh, yeah, that's right... I was working, not figuring out ways to waste my employer's bandwidth downloading old Ace of Base singles. So much for my status as a "self-respecting culture maven" *snort*.
How about you get off your own bum sometime and check out your nearest playground. The equipment isn't sized for adults; that's why the parents sit on benches nearby.
The 90s may be over, but some people are living the dream. Rock on, Mikael and T.L., rock on.
Point taken, that it's not about killing as many civilians as possible. Still, the 9/11 attacks as well as the Oklahoma City bombing happened just after the beginning of the work day, and the previous WTC bombing occurred just after noon; I don't think that the civilian casualties were a mere byproduct.
It's not about preventing the last terrorist attack, obviously. 9/11 happened because no one was watching for it. Why would any terrorist worry about getting boxcutters past airport security now when they could dump an assload of ricin into a big city's reservoir and watch hundreds of thousands of people croak?
Now you have. Let me know when Terry Moore comes up with a new story; the cute pictures just don't do it for me anymore.
All I can say is: rent THE FIFTH ELEMENT, and imagine the people who can't stay in their lane or use their turn signal now trying to get the hang of it.
Here's the thing: all those things that were promised did, indeed, come to exist. All of them.
We've got robot butlers, flying cars, rocket belts, daily shuttles to the moon (that don't blow up), cures for cancer and the common cold, cigarettes with vitamins and minerals instead of tar and nicotine, universal peace and brotherhood, slimming pills that really work (and aren't amphetamines) so that everyone looks good in their unisex leotards, teleportation, 3D TV, sex in a pill, and direct election of government officials. And we had the Internet by 1959. Actually, we sort of handed it down to you; what we've got now is... well, "virtual reality" is a crude description, but it's the closest that your unevolved "English" can come.
One other thing that we've got: big-ass cloaking devices. Next time you drive across Nebraska, or Montana... you know, those "empty" places that people started abandoning after WWII, for some reason... look off in the distance. You'll see a faint shimmering, which you'll probably tell yourself is just a "heat mirage".
Riiiiiiight.
Two words: traffic jam. See, the fantasy, for me, is that I'm the only one with the flying car, just like Nick Fury. If everyone had one, though, the suckitude of traffic jams would gain a new dimension. Don't look up, ground crawlers!
I've thought about it, and I've decided... you should really sell your computer and buy those kids some food. Every post you make, another kid dies.
(I'm logging in from the library, so neener neener neener.)
IIRC, the EV1 had ground clearance so low that it made your average lowrider sled look like a monster truck. Not too good if, like me, you live in a town where the street dept. "resurfaces" streets by throwing another coat of asphalt on top without scraping it down first, resulting in gutters not unlike the Grand Canyon. One tends to scrape the crap out of one's front bumper.
Probably because if society did start sending people to jail for longer terms for this sort of thing, then credit issuing companies would be under more pressure to properly verify identity before issuing credit, which would mean fewer credit accounts and less money for them. I mean, how hard is it to find a person's mother's maiden name online, with all the genealogies being published on the web?
Let's try to come up with a term of contempt that isn't being used by every script kiddie in Poughkeepsie. Hmm, should probably replace "script kiddie" too.
Charles Xavier--exposed!
"I just wanted to look like Justin Timberlake", whines disabled mutant professor.
...any more than he knows why VOYAGER's ratings were so low even after they added the pneumatic Borgette sex bomb, or why ENTERPRISE is starting to tank, even with the crew dropping trou every other episode. Just like he doesn't know why people are champing at the bit for the DS9 DVDs, even though the show was all but ignored by Paramount after VOYAGER launched.
It's the vision thing. It's about building and drawing on a consistent, well-thought-out universe: movies II, III, IV, and to some extent VI, and FIRST CONTACT all drew on preceding episodes/installments, and were the best received and/or most successful of the movies. The others pretended not to remember the episodes whose plots they were recycling, and therefore sucked, even if the first movie did OK at the box office--people were hungry for fresh Trek, after all.
Sometimes, I get the feeling that Berman (and Brannon Braga, for that matter) are basically contemptuous of not only the fans, but of the franchise itself, and not only don't understand the Trek universe's basic appeal, but don't WANT to understand. Just throw in some (PG) sex, a few new spaceships, blow some shit up, and people will dig it, right?
If Berman were fired tomorrow, I don't know that it would be soon enough to save the franchise. And I'm not sure that I care any longer.