If it's a bit of hardware that actually goes inside the box, then even things like carrying your boot disk (a la iPod) or keyboard with you wouldn't necessarily keep them from bugging your system. You'd have to pull apart your machine to check, every time you used it, and know what you were looking at.
Of course, if you only used your laptop or portable/"belt-top" wearable systems, and kept it with you constantly, even sleeping with it, then all this might be a moot point.
*ahem* Not that I'm actually thinking about doing something like that, or would have any reason to do so, Mr. G-Man. Heh.
I was about to respond with the knee-jerk "cheat codes are for losers", when I remembered all the times that I resorted to god mode, walkthrus, saved-game modifiers, secret-room revealers, etc. just so that I could see if it were possible to get past a particular bottleneck in a game, and from there figure out how to do it without cheating. That's how I got to the end of Quake I and the insanely difficult Marathon mod Marathon RED. I can empathize with this guy's experience completely. Of course, if you always play by cheating, then what is the point, really?
Lucky for us that the game software industry provides an important source of tax revenue for the gov't; otherwise, they'd create a Game Enforcement Administration and raid your next LAN party.
While the concept behind the technology is sound, we don't yet have sufficiently advanced hardware to complete a working demonstration...Such a motor would need to have an imbedded flux capacitor
Until dilithium crystal lasers become more widespread Or is that Scotty? Is it mere coincidence that "Prakash Kothari" is an anagram for "A ha, Kirk has port!" University of Ouagadougou, indeed... more like Starfleet Academy.
The worst terrorist attack in recorded history occurred on September 11th, and now we're involved in a WAR against Islam (fighting against the holiest of Muslim clerics and scholars, the beloved Taliban) during the holy month of Ramadan and you people have the gall to be discussing Tick???? My *god*, people, GET SOME PRIORITIES!
The bodies of the thousands of innocent civilians who died (and will die) in these unprecedented events could give a good god damn about Tick, your childish Lego models, your nerf toy guns and whining about the lack of a "fun" workplace, your Everquest/Diablo/D&D fixation, the latest Cowboy Bebop rerun, or any of the other ways you are "getting on with your life" (here's a hint: watching Cowboy Bebop in your jammies and eating a bowl of Shreddies is *not* "getting on with your life"). The souls of the victims are watching in horror as you people squander your finite, precious time on this earth playing video games!
You people disgust me!
I said I'd clean my room, Dad. Now get off my back, willya?
I can't claim to have the first printing of the Tick comic, nor even a complete run, but it's still a high point of the 80s comics scene for me. Edlund's explanation of the unlikely success of "Superman"'s secret identity--that his chums at the Daily Whatever are half humoring him and half scared shitless of him--still sticks out as being more logical and satisfying than anything that Frank Miller has ever written. Oh, and it's damn funny, too.
As for the TV series, yeah, it's a mixed bag, so far, but maybe the "weirdness magnet" is still pulling ferrous particles of improbability. If Fox will give it a little time to ferment, so will I.
To quote Buzz Lightyear: "You are a sad, strange little man."
Please don't project your personal and apparently tragic, traumatic experience on everyone else; not everyone works for a rigidly hierarchical, cut-throat corporation run strictly on Machiavellian principles. You probably didn't deserve the screwing that you apparently received sometime in the past, and most likely couldn't have foreseen it. Please try to find yourself a position at another company where energy that could be spent on innovation actually is, rather than being wasted on internecine warfare.
That, or please stop posting here, because you're, like, really bringing everyone down, man.
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Let me make it easier for you: the L^HHarry Potter books contain plagiarism. If Blade Runner had been set a long time ago in a galaxy far, far away, if Dekard had been a hot headed young farmboy orphan named Duke Skywalker with an Aunt Berru, if it had contained characters called Jawas and if he had used the Force, then I would (and you would too) have said it plagiarised Star Wars. Let's compare oranges with oranges.
Oh, for crying out loud. Have you read anything about Nancy "N.K." Stouffer's books or, for that matter, anything having to do with how plagiarism is defined by law? To extend your analogy, if the "Jawas" of your example were a race of godlike beings who wore skimpy togas and led exemplary lives of self-actualization, rather than furtive cloaked second-hand droid dealers, and that "jawa" has been part of the English language for centuries... that would kind of take the wind out of your sails, wouldn't it? At any rate, plagiarism consists of more than a few similar names and commonly-used themes; you have to show that the bulk of the later work--plot, dialogue, descriptions of characters and scenes, etc.--is lifted verbatim from the earlier work, and not even Stouffer herself is claiming that. Even her lawyer has dropped her.Don't you think that it's high time you dropped this, as well?
Even though it's more of a prosthetic than a cyborg attachment, still, there's something of the.. excuse me, but there's no other word for it... hacker in someone who creates an effective anti-zombie weapon just minutes after having amputated his own evil-possessed hand. You know the cliche, "When life hands you lemons, make lemonade?" Well, when life hands you the oozing corpses of your friends and lovers possessed by ravening demons from beyond the grave, strap on your chainsaw and shotgun and go give 'em some.
This may be an urban legend, but one of my professors once swore up and down that the reason why VHS won over Betamax is that there was a big surge in VCR sales right before Gone With The Wind appeared on network television for the first time, and when Cletus and Earlene went into their local hi-fi shop to buy their first VCR, their overriding criterion was, "Can I fit GWTW on one tape?" Sounds stupid, but there you go.
Yeah, that's pretty good, but my everyday bike's make and model is even better, I think... Giant Iguana. Of course, the nickname that I came up with for it should be obvious. (And, yes, I know that the original Gojira was a mutated T. Rex and that the only "giant iguana" was in that recent, sad remake. Screw that, I'm kickin' it old skool.)
Of course, when I got my touring bike, I had to call it "Rodan". That bike's a Bianchi Volpe; not a bad name, considering that "volpe" is Italian for "vixen", but I can't help but be reminded of that cop in Brooklyn, Justin Volpe, who sodomized Abner Louima with a broomstick. I'm looking for some sort of durable sticker to cover the model name; some of these look promising.
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The force of the air rushing in to fill the vacuum behind the fairing creates a suction effect that pulls the bike along. Almost all of the power is comming from the dragster's engine, not the rider. He might as well just use a rope.
Uh... what's your source on this? Yes, the point of the pace car is to reduce/remove the air resistance from the cyclist (thus simulating riding in a vacuum), but the cyclist still has to crank like crazy. Have you ever checked out the gear ratios on these bikes? The previous record holder had to be towed up to 60 mph before he could even start pedaling.
I think that the ideal chording keyboard would come with the keys, the driver, and some sort of hand-molding stuff that you could use to either cast the keyboard yourself, into a shape that fit your particular hand perfectly, or send away for someone to do the same.
1. Yes the list is legit. It came out last Thursday. 2. They did not ban the songs. They suggested that individual program directors exercise judgement in playing these songs because of the recent terrorist bombing. 3. Originally the list was much smaller. It was added to by the program directors and others at the individual stations.
So, in other words, they had a little contest to find any and every popular song of the last hundred years or so that could possibly fall within six degrees of separation (lyrically) from the WTC/Pentagon attack. I appreciate the fact that your company has (briefly) put people ahead of profits--really, I do--but, after all, you do have a public mandate, of sorts, and you have to accept that your list may have caused more pain than even the most egregiously tasteless song on the airwaves might have.
Orange carrots date from the last few hundred years
Uhhhhh... you make it sound like they predate factories, much less factory farms. I agree with the need for biodiversity, but you're overstating your case. I can get yellow tomatoes and all sorts of apples, pears, and mushrooms at my local supermarket (which does not have a particularly large produce section), not because they're especially devoted to preserving genetic variety but because people are willing to buy them. Ditto for seed companies, which sell a much, much wider selection of fruit and vegetable seeds than are available "pre-grown" at any greengrocer. Instead of demanding that all agribusinesses plant and maintain all varieties of all vegetables in case someone, someday, should have a sudden desire for white carrots, why not simply found a business that preserves the seed lines for future generations who might want them?
And the problem with that is...? (Hey, I bet that's the secret of Marky Mark's power!) Just think of the piercing possibilities!
This casual talk of potato-induced mutations reminds me of a anthropological exhibit that I saw titled "Ancestors of the Incas". Most of the native art was of the dancing-around-wearing-the-severed-heads-of-my-ene mies variety, but one sculpture still remains with me: it was of a potato, but instead of eyes, the potato was studded with little faces--and those faces were screaming.
I was a little disappointed that I didn't have nightmares about that.
I was writhing with envy at the thought of being able to pop off to Europe for a pub crawl, and it got me to thinking: absent of the transatlantic plane ticket, what's the cost for one person to do this sort of thing? (This would include transportation, accomodations, and of course beer.) There's a page listing accomodations, and registration
is free, but what about the rest? (If anyone knows, just post your info in whatever currency you use.
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Of course, if you only used your laptop or portable/"belt-top" wearable systems, and kept it with you constantly, even sleeping with it, then all this might be a moot point.
*ahem* Not that I'm actually thinking about doing something like that, or would have any reason to do so, Mr. G-Man. Heh.
I was about to respond with the knee-jerk "cheat codes are for losers", when I remembered all the times that I resorted to god mode, walkthrus, saved-game modifiers, secret-room revealers, etc. just so that I could see if it were possible to get past a particular bottleneck in a game, and from there figure out how to do it without cheating. That's how I got to the end of Quake I and the insanely difficult Marathon mod Marathon RED. I can empathize with this guy's experience completely. Of course, if you always play by cheating, then what is the point, really?
Lucky for us that the game software industry provides an important source of tax revenue for the gov't; otherwise, they'd create a Game Enforcement Administration and raid your next LAN party.
Still zipping around time in that hopped-up train, Doc Brown?
Until dilithium crystal lasers become more widespread
Or is that Scotty? Is it mere coincidence that "Prakash Kothari" is an anagram for "A ha, Kirk has port!" University of Ouagadougou, indeed... more like Starfleet Academy.
The bodies of the thousands of innocent civilians who died (and will die) in these unprecedented events could give a good god damn about Tick, your childish Lego models, your nerf toy guns and whining about the lack of a "fun" workplace, your Everquest/Diablo/D&D fixation, the latest Cowboy Bebop rerun, or any of the other ways you are "getting on with your life" (here's a hint: watching Cowboy Bebop in your jammies and eating a bowl of Shreddies is *not* "getting on with your life"). The souls of the victims are watching in horror as you people squander your finite, precious time on this earth playing video games!
You people disgust me!
I said I'd clean my room, Dad. Now get off my back, willya?
As for the TV series, yeah, it's a mixed bag, so far, but maybe the "weirdness magnet" is still pulling ferrous particles of improbability. If Fox will give it a little time to ferment, so will I.
Oh, and lest I forget... SPOON!
We all know what they're really up to.
Please don't project your personal and apparently tragic, traumatic experience on everyone else; not everyone works for a rigidly hierarchical, cut-throat corporation run strictly on Machiavellian principles. You probably didn't deserve the screwing that you apparently received sometime in the past, and most likely couldn't have foreseen it. Please try to find yourself a position at another company where energy that could be spent on innovation actually is, rather than being wasted on internecine warfare.
That, or please stop posting here, because you're, like, really bringing everyone down, man.
Oh, for crying out loud. Have you read anything about Nancy "N.K." Stouffer's books or, for that matter, anything having to do with how plagiarism is defined by law? To extend your analogy, if the "Jawas" of your example were a race of godlike beings who wore skimpy togas and led exemplary lives of self-actualization, rather than furtive cloaked second-hand droid dealers, and that "jawa" has been part of the English language for centuries... that would kind of take the wind out of your sails, wouldn't it? At any rate, plagiarism consists of more than a few similar names and commonly-used themes; you have to show that the bulk of the later work--plot, dialogue, descriptions of characters and scenes, etc.--is lifted verbatim from the earlier work, and not even Stouffer herself is claiming that. Even her lawyer has dropped her.Don't you think that it's high time you dropped this, as well?
Even though it's more of a prosthetic than a cyborg attachment, still, there's something of the.. excuse me, but there's no other word for it... hacker in someone who creates an effective anti-zombie weapon just minutes after having amputated his own evil-possessed hand. You know the cliche, "When life hands you lemons, make lemonade?" Well, when life hands you the oozing corpses of your friends and lovers possessed by ravening demons from beyond the grave, strap on your chainsaw and shotgun and go give 'em some.
...that, or I'll just have to stick to doing shots.
This may be an urban legend, but one of my professors once swore up and down that the reason why VHS won over Betamax is that there was a big surge in VCR sales right before Gone With The Wind appeared on network television for the first time, and when Cletus and Earlene went into their local hi-fi shop to buy their first VCR, their overriding criterion was, "Can I fit GWTW on one tape?" Sounds stupid, but there you go.
"Sir, the bioalarm just went off in the boss' office! We need to get a hazmat team up there right away!"
"Relax, rookie. Look at the DNA profile. Those are gametes. Billions of 'em. Nothing a few paper towels can't clean up."
"But, sir... they don't match the boss' DNA."
"...well, whaddaya know. Looks like we have a big raise coming, rookie."
On second thought, never mind idiot-ink... this is the mother lode.
Of course, when I got my touring bike, I had to call it "Rodan". That bike's a Bianchi Volpe; not a bad name, considering that "volpe" is Italian for "vixen", but I can't help but be reminded of that cop in Brooklyn, Justin Volpe, who sodomized Abner Louima with a broomstick. I'm looking for some sort of durable sticker to cover the model name; some of these look promising.
The force of the air rushing in to fill the vacuum behind the fairing creates a suction effect that pulls the bike along. Almost all of the power is comming from the dragster's engine, not the rider. He might as well just use a rope.
Uh... what's your source on this? Yes, the point of the pace car is to reduce/remove the air resistance from the cyclist (thus simulating riding in a vacuum), but the cyclist still has to crank like crazy. Have you ever checked out the gear ratios on these bikes? The previous record holder had to be towed up to 60 mph before he could even start pedaling.
Oh, wait... got it already.
The solar X-ray output went up by over 1,000 times.
Superman: AAAAGH! AAAAGH! THE LIGHT--IT BURNS!
Lois: Well, I guess you won't be hanging around the women's locker room at the Y "on the lookout for crime" for a while, huh, Mr. Man of Tomorrow?
I think that the ideal chording keyboard would come with the keys, the driver, and some sort of hand-molding stuff that you could use to either cast the keyboard yourself, into a shape that fit your particular hand perfectly, or send away for someone to do the same.
So, in other words, they had a little contest to find any and every popular song of the last hundred years or so that could possibly fall within six degrees of separation (lyrically) from the WTC/Pentagon attack. I appreciate the fact that your company has (briefly) put people ahead of profits--really, I do--but, after all, you do have a public mandate, of sorts, and you have to accept that your list may have caused more pain than even the most egregiously tasteless song on the airwaves might have.
Uhhhhh... you make it sound like they predate factories, much less factory farms. I agree with the need for biodiversity, but you're overstating your case. I can get yellow tomatoes and all sorts of apples, pears, and mushrooms at my local supermarket (which does not have a particularly large produce section), not because they're especially devoted to preserving genetic variety but because people are willing to buy them. Ditto for seed companies, which sell a much, much wider selection of fruit and vegetable seeds than are available "pre-grown" at any greengrocer. Instead of demanding that all agribusinesses plant and maintain all varieties of all vegetables in case someone, someday, should have a sudden desire for white carrots, why not simply found a business that preserves the seed lines for future generations who might want them?
Oh, wait... someone already thought of that. Never mind. Hey, if you want to go after factory farms, try these.
And the problem with that is...? (Hey, I bet that's the secret of Marky Mark's power!) Just think of the piercing possibilities!
This casual talk of potato-induced mutations reminds me of a anthropological exhibit that I saw titled "Ancestors of the Incas". Most of the native art was of the dancing-around-wearing-the-severed-heads-of-my-en
I was a little disappointed that I didn't have nightmares about that.
Ummm... are you sure that you're not thinking about blue corn chips? Multi-colored corn (i.e. "Indian corn") has been around for ages.
You guys look like that killer. You're pathetically uncharismatic, you're outclassed and you're in the wrong. I love watching you squeal and moan.
And you, I suppose, look like Clint Eastwood with a big, big gun.
Sheesh, there goes the neighborhood.