...they've actually got a blind guy on the team. (And that's how he identified himself:"I am a blind guy...") Gee, is anyone from Apple reading this? Hello, Apple?
You make it sound like a hammock is a bad thing, but in fact it's one of the most comfortable places to get serious work done from. It's automatically more ergonomically correct than that cheap office chair you're sitting in, for example.
True--most of the confession facilitators used by the Spanish Inquisition(iron maiden, rack, bastinado, etc.) are more ergonomically correct than my office chair--but beside the point. The question is, will the powers-that-be allow you to use it, regardless of the rationale? Of course, that might exclude headphones as well; maybe you'd have to tell people that you're listening to an MP3 of the CEO's speech at the last company picnic. "Yes, I listen to it constantly. It inspires me. Now fuck off."
Granted, Scott Adams has long ceased to have anything really interesting or even funny to add to the noble genre of Sticking It To The Man, but even so, this smacks of desperate gimmickry. I mean, if you're going to pretend that you can get away with a hammock in your cube, why not throw in a Real Doll and a three foot bong?(And, yes, I realize that any number of erstwhile dotcommers probably had hammocks at work in those halcyon days at the dusk of the last millenium. Spare me your tales of the golden age, gramps. I'm talking about today.)
The real keys to an enjoyable cubicle experience, IMNSHO, are two things:
1) headphones;
2) a sign reading something to the effect of: "Due to recent cutbacks, we have found it necessary to charge for casual conversation at the rate of one (1) beer per half-hour, after work, payable in advance."
It cost the Russian BILLIONS of rubles to develop!
That's like, what--US$57.08? Maybe they should just auction off the entire Russian space program... oh wait, Dennis Tito already bought it. Never mind.
IIRC, the original Great Wall was a bust because the Mongol Horde bribed the guards at the guard towers along the Wall. Between corruption and simple bureaucratic incompetence, how hard can it be for someone to circumvent government controls?
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may contain forward-looking statements with respect to events, the occurrence
of which involve risks and uncertainties. Such statements are indicated by
words or phrases such as "anticipate," "estimate," "projects," "believes,"
"intends," "expects" and similar words and phrases.
English translation: A note to the differently-clued: we cannot predict the future.
Maybe it's just that the name isn't that familiar, but the idea of "hacking Audrey" has a certain creepy resonance to it... thinking of the people that I know named Audrey... hmmm...
Is the island nothing but rock and sand, with no food? But the space.com article babbles on about GPS helping so they won't have to hack through teeming jungles with machetes, apparently. Was there no food to be found in all that jungle?
Either they were mortally injured in the crash, or injured such that they could not gather food, or they died by some other accident ("I ated the purple berries!"), or the island had no food on it, or (as is more likely) they died because there was no fresh water (but how could there be jungle without some fresh water?)
I would, in all seriousness, recommend that you trek on down to your local public library and take a look at some books on wilderness survival, or at least a good book on camping/backpacking, on the off chance that you might find yourself stranded somewhere not near a convenience store. Wilderness areas, including so-called "desert isles"(remember, a desert isn't completely bereft of life; it's merely an environment that isn't particularly suited for human habitation and/or cultivation), pose any number of risks. For one thing, "fresh" water is by no means necessarily drinkable; even if you're drinking spring water in the mountains, it's a good idea to treat it first. Yes, there is the problem of the purple berries; more likely, there may not be anything particularly nutritious on a given desert isle. I'm thinking that probably you have an image of a Garden of Eden type of tropical paradise from Gilligan's Island or Lord of the Flies(and, remember, even those kids occasionally got the shits from something that they ate). There could be all sorts of diseases that the local fauna might be carrying that they've adapted to, but that are fatal to humans. Bottom line: if no one is already living on the island, there might be a really good reason why.
I think that sexy model marrying the doctor was a bit bogus. I mean, come on, even though it's TV-PG how are they supposed to uh.. do a little "peer to peer file exchanging" if ya know what I mean...
Arcades are like movie theaters. They are a public meeting place. They can be a place to meet new people, strike up conversations, compete for high score, and so on. In other words, they provide a healthy, social setting.
Sitting at home in front of a TV, cradling some 2 oz. cheap plastic controller in your lap is not the same.
Arcades are a way to go out and enjoy something in the real world while home console games are a way to hide away from the world.
I don't know about that. Last time I went to an arcade with my hacker friend John Connor, some cop came around looking for him and John split. Last I heard, John took off on the back of a motorcycle driven by some big dude with shades, with the cop running after them, and someone had killed his foster parents. Screw that commotion! From now on, I'm staying inside to do schoolwork; maybe I'll get good enough grades to work for an outfit like Cyberdyne and make the world safe for ordinary people.
Not to mention, "Wizard needs food badly" and (sarcastically)"THAT was a heroic effort".
The thing that I loved about Gauntlet was that it had the first game cheat that I actually knew of; past level 8, if you waited about three minutes or so, all the walls turned into exits. Of course, anything with a ranged attack (like the fire demons) could shoot across the exit walls, but so could you, and escape was always handy. Of course, it also stretched the game out considerably, but in my unemployed days, making a quarter last 4+ hours was a pretty good idea.
It was already over when I read this article. Now I'll have to wait for my next chance to convince the ever-shrinking pool of primitive peoples that I am a god who controls the sun.
Also, as others have noted, from Mad TV. For crying out loud, though, don't get your lingerie in a twist; I think that That Reviewer Dude was making a point about what he's currently known best for. I'm still waiting to see or hear from Phil Lamarr, Pat Kilbane, or that guy who did all the actor imitations.
It may have been around prior to 1984, but it's part of the title to the awesome movie Breakin' 2: Electric Boogaloo (starring Ice-T... hahahahahah).
Au contraire, mon frere... The real star of B2:EB was none other than the totally awesome, if not tubular,Lucinda Dickey, who featured in Ninja III: The Domination (an amusing enough subtitle which my local paper made even better by corrupting it to "The Denomination"), which featured one of the most cringeworthy cinematic moments of a decade which was chock full of 'em. Picture this: there's this chick that is in danger of being possessed by an evil dead ninja's glowing sword. To ward off the seductive mind control of this lambent phallic object, she turns on the stereo and starts getting down with her bad self. The sword levitates over to the stereo, and chops it in half! David Lynch couldn't have come up with a plot device like that.
...is that, if this course were taught in sections of about 1/10th the class size, this prof wouldn't have to employ a program to tell him that some of his students were cheating. He, or maybe one TA, would be grading all the papers himself, and would have long since caught the plagiarists. Instead, you've got the standard state university undergraduate-introductory-course-as-arena-rock-co ncert format, and Mr. Star Professor is all agog when he finds out that some of his students are devoting about as much individual attention to his course as he is to them, on the average.
I should interrupt my rant and note that, as a university faculty member, I certainly do not support plagiarism or cheating in any way, shape or form, &c., &c. But. When you have to subject the creative work of your students to what is essentially an automated quality control process to ensure that it's original work, then they're not really getting all that much of an education anyway, are they? Why not just put your skateboard-and-fire-extinguisher act on streaming video and let the kids watch it at home?
Georgy Grechko, one of the most famous russian cosmonauts, told once, that before Gagarin they often used the "Ivan Ivanovich" dummies for the test launches... Very often, some random witnesses of landing mistook the dummies for dead people. Later, the engineers decided to print the word "DUMMY" on them, to avoid those mistakes:)
Hmph... reminds me of the USAF story that the corpses at Roswell were really crash test dummies. Hey, could be true...
When Nintendo realized that the red blood code (a b a c a b b) on Sega Mortal Kombat was selling Genesis consoles the way pixel-perfect Street Fighter II had sold SNES consoles, it wisely allowed configurable red/green/no blood in Mortal Kombat II and subsequent games.
First of all, Harlan is not an AOL user; he's a NON-user. He's probably used a computer maybe 5 times in his
entire life. He still writes using a manual typewriter, AFAIK.
I guess that someone else does his web site, then. Wonder what they think about all this hooraw.
>The days of the Digirati are over, and they will not be missed.
Oh, yes, they will. Those days you could still keep up with Usenet, the days 99% of posts was relevant to
the group and the previous message, those days when "Flame" stood for an intelligent, almost literary
rebuttal, instead of moronic incendiary gutter-drivel, the days of the Crystal Cave, the days the 'net _was_
free and open, and abuse and crass commercialism non-existent. They will be missed, Jon, until they pry
the keyboard from my cold, dead fingers and nail the coffin shut. And I bet many will agree, if maybe not
here.
Just how far back are we going, Grampa? I started reading newsgroups a couple of years before the September-that-never-ended, and absolutely none of the conditions that you mention above obtained. Pretending that, by October, all those clueless newbies either caught the train or dropped out ignores all of those dysfunctional yet persistent perpetual students who eschewed getting a life in favor of ceaselessly trying to exert some sort of control or influence, however negative, on that imaginary world displayed in 80 columns of monospaced type on their CRTs.
Hey, maybe there was, indeed, a time before that when there was a lower S/N ratio, if only because there were only a handful of research institutions on the net and only CS majors had accounts. Certainly there's a lot more noise these days on just about any group. But mourning the "days you could still keep up with Usenet" strikes me as just a little creepy; it's kind of like being nostalgic for the days when you could still keep up with all the books being published, because there were only about twelve, including the Bible.
Yes, I know that there are only one or two or six plots in all of fiction, depending on how much you oversimplify. I mean something along the lines of Deep Space Nine, which assumed that its audience had a decent attention span, and designed story arcs and meta-arcs to fit. They can either get a clue from Ron Moore, or The Franchise will suffer the mother of all warp core breaches.
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True--most of the confession facilitators used by the Spanish Inquisition(iron maiden, rack, bastinado, etc.) are more ergonomically correct than my office chair--but beside the point. The question is, will the powers-that-be allow you to use it, regardless of the rationale? Of course, that might exclude headphones as well; maybe you'd have to tell people that you're listening to an MP3 of the CEO's speech at the last company picnic. "Yes, I listen to it constantly. It inspires me. Now fuck off."
The real keys to an enjoyable cubicle experience, IMNSHO, are two things:
1) headphones;
2) a sign reading something to the effect of: "Due to recent cutbacks, we have found it necessary to charge for casual conversation at the rate of one (1) beer per half-hour, after work, payable in advance."
Give it a shot, let me know how it works out...
It cost the Russian BILLIONS of rubles to develop!
That's like, what--US$57.08? Maybe they should just auction off the entire Russian space program... oh wait, Dennis Tito already bought it. Never mind.
English translation: A note to the differently-clued: we cannot predict the future.
Maybe it's just that the name isn't that familiar, but the idea of "hacking Audrey" has a certain creepy resonance to it... thinking of the people that I know named Audrey... hmmm...
I would, in all seriousness, recommend that you trek on down to your local public library and take a look at some books on wilderness survival, or at least a good book on camping/backpacking, on the off chance that you might find yourself stranded somewhere not near a convenience store. Wilderness areas, including so-called "desert isles"(remember, a desert isn't completely bereft of life; it's merely an environment that isn't particularly suited for human habitation and/or cultivation), pose any number of risks. For one thing, "fresh" water is by no means necessarily drinkable; even if you're drinking spring water in the mountains, it's a good idea to treat it first. Yes, there is the problem of the purple berries; more likely, there may not be anything particularly nutritious on a given desert isle. I'm thinking that probably you have an image of a Garden of Eden type of tropical paradise from Gilligan's Island or Lord of the Flies(and, remember, even those kids occasionally got the shits from something that they ate). There could be all sorts of diseases that the local fauna might be carrying that they've adapted to, but that are fatal to humans. Bottom line: if no one is already living on the island, there might be a really good reason why.
C'mon, man... it was a "system extension."
I don't know about that. Last time I went to an arcade with my hacker friend John Connor, some cop came around looking for him and John split. Last I heard, John took off on the back of a motorcycle driven by some big dude with shades, with the cop running after them, and someone had killed his foster parents. Screw that commotion! From now on, I'm staying inside to do schoolwork; maybe I'll get good enough grades to work for an outfit like Cyberdyne and make the world safe for ordinary people.
Not to mention, "Wizard needs food badly" and (sarcastically)"THAT was a heroic effort".
The thing that I loved about Gauntlet was that it had the first game cheat that I actually knew of; past level 8, if you waited about three minutes or so, all the walls turned into exits. Of course, anything with a ranged attack (like the fire demons) could shoot across the exit walls, but so could you, and escape was always handy. Of course, it also stretched the game out considerably, but in my unemployed days, making a quarter last 4+ hours was a pretty good idea.
Also, as others have noted, from Mad TV. For crying out loud, though, don't get your lingerie in a twist; I think that That Reviewer Dude was making a point about what he's currently known best for. I'm still waiting to see or hear from Phil Lamarr, Pat Kilbane, or that guy who did all the actor imitations.
Au contraire, mon frere... The real star of B2:EB was none other than the totally awesome, if not tubular, Lucinda Dickey, who featured in Ninja III: The Domination (an amusing enough subtitle which my local paper made even better by corrupting it to "The Denomination"), which featured one of the most cringeworthy cinematic moments of a decade which was chock full of 'em. Picture this: there's this chick that is in danger of being possessed by an evil dead ninja's glowing sword. To ward off the seductive mind control of this lambent phallic object, she turns on the stereo and starts getting down with her bad self. The sword levitates over to the stereo, and chops it in half! David Lynch couldn't have come up with a plot device like that.
I should interrupt my rant and note that, as a university faculty member, I certainly do not support plagiarism or cheating in any way, shape or form, &c., &c. But. When you have to subject the creative work of your students to what is essentially an automated quality control process to ensure that it's original work, then they're not really getting all that much of an education anyway, are they? Why not just put your skateboard-and-fire-extinguisher act on streaming video and let the kids watch it at home?
Hmph... reminds me of the USAF story that the corpses at Roswell were really crash test dummies. Hey, could be true...
Once again, we receive the gift of multilingual puns thru typos.
Hey--I never did like those Romulans, anyway.
Unless we're really, really hungry, that is, and there aren't any frat boys at hand.
I guess that someone else does his web site, then. Wonder what they think about all this hooraw.
Oh, yes, they will. Those days you could still keep up with Usenet, the days 99% of posts was relevant to the group and the previous message, those days when "Flame" stood for an intelligent, almost literary rebuttal, instead of moronic incendiary gutter-drivel, the days of the Crystal Cave, the days the 'net _was_ free and open, and abuse and crass commercialism non-existent. They will be missed, Jon, until they pry the keyboard from my cold, dead fingers and nail the coffin shut. And I bet many will agree, if maybe not here.
Just how far back are we going, Grampa? I started reading newsgroups a couple of years before the September-that-never-ended, and absolutely none of the conditions that you mention above obtained. Pretending that, by October, all those clueless newbies either caught the train or dropped out ignores all of those dysfunctional yet persistent perpetual students who eschewed getting a life in favor of ceaselessly trying to exert some sort of control or influence, however negative, on that imaginary world displayed in 80 columns of monospaced type on their CRTs.
Hey, maybe there was, indeed, a time before that when there was a lower S/N ratio, if only because there were only a handful of research institutions on the net and only CS majors had accounts. Certainly there's a lot more noise these days on just about any group. But mourning the "days you could still keep up with Usenet" strikes me as just a little creepy; it's kind of like being nostalgic for the days when you could still keep up with all the books being published, because there were only about twelve, including the Bible.