Man, when I was a kid, back before Pong had even shown up, I stabbed my step brother through the foot with a knife. Now, he'd just gone and shot me with an arrow, we figured we were even, bandaged up each other and went back to playing. And then along came Pong. We used the paddle controllers as bolos, we tried to strangle each other with the cables, we even tied up the dog and performed perverse experiments on her. Finally, Dad bought us an Atari and we resorted to running pixel blocks of color into each other, over and over again. Don't think we ever found all the keys in that game.
This is one reason we moved out of the suburbs of Florida to living 20 miles outside of town in New Mexico. Daughter has 6 acres to roam on, surrounded by another 40+ acres of empty fields. True, her nearest friend (and cousin) is almost 1/2 mile away but it's safe enough for her to ride her bike there.
Our commutes to work are the same length of time from when we lived in Tampa but now, there's only 3 lights and 2 stop signs. Much more relaxed drive.
You left out the part where, after not getting in touch with Kildall, a VP of IBM, who was on the national United Way board mentioned this to the chairwoman of the board, Mary Gates. She said to contact her son. And so it goes. The fact that others in Gate's family were IP lawyers, with connections to IBM as well probably helped as well.
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If everyone suddenly had to pay for Apache...
I hate Jane Austen.
But everything she's done can be sung to The Yellow Rose of Texas. I learned that from B5.
We don't have the comm addresses of all the factions yet.
Man, when I was a kid, back before Pong had even shown up, I stabbed my step brother through the foot with a knife. Now, he'd just gone and shot me with an arrow, we figured we were even, bandaged up each other and went back to playing. And then along came Pong. We used the paddle controllers as bolos, we tried to strangle each other with the cables, we even tied up the dog and performed perverse experiments on her. Finally, Dad bought us an Atari and we resorted to running pixel blocks of color into each other, over and over again. Don't think we ever found all the keys in that game.
I am a Powerbook Duo 270c owner, you insensative clod!
Yeah, but it's then one more machine, eating up bandwidth.
And vowel removal? What then? Welsh?
One of these?
Waugh!
No it's not. You came here for an argument!
I'm Sparticus. And so's my wife!
This is one reason we moved out of the suburbs of Florida to living 20 miles outside of town in New Mexico. Daughter has 6 acres to roam on, surrounded by another 40+ acres of empty fields. True, her nearest friend (and cousin) is almost 1/2 mile away but it's safe enough for her to ride her bike there.
Our commutes to work are the same length of time from when we lived in Tampa but now, there's only 3 lights and 2 stop signs. Much more relaxed drive.
Cardboard box? You were lucky. We had to live, all 115 of us, in a paper bag in a septic tank.
As someone who's had a smashed fingertip in a U-joint (just trying to break drives haft free-not running), man, that is funny.
*golf-clap*
I hear stoopid people (they keep calling the helpdesk).
You left out the part where, after not getting in touch with Kildall, a VP of IBM, who was on the national United Way board mentioned this to the chairwoman of the board, Mary Gates. She said to contact her son. And so it goes. The fact that others in Gate's family were IP lawyers, with connections to IBM as well probably helped as well.
It's not what you know...
Heh. At my place (15k+ machines), they've decided that all windows boxes will be upgraded from W2k, by the end of 2006.
Eat my shorts!
So...when people slow down light, does it gain mass?
Spin Dizzy's, baby! That's what I'm talking about.
I have Girl From Ipanema on my iPod. Will be glad to share on the way up.
That's where the frickin' laser beams come in.
With sharks attached to them!
No, it's a railway. /proudly clacking since 1979
Teh interweb cause'd my Dell to explode into flames. My dog, too!
Damn you interweb! Damn you to hell!
Oh, is that your leg?