I'd really like to have a mini-tower Mac, with room from 2 HD's, 2 video cards, 4-8 GB RAM, 6-8 USB ports, Firewire (400 and 800), Sata-E, and a decent core2 duo processor. Bring it in for $800-$1200 (iMac w/o monitor) and I'd be a happy camper. Maybe I should just pick up a used iMac with bad screen and replace the guts in my old IIcx? Or build a Hackintosh in there. That would be cool!
Wife, daughter, and I each have a personal Mac, then there's the Mac Mini as media station/web server, an extra machine in the living room and one in the guest room. And there's my old Quadra 650 that I pull out when I want to scan stuff on an old 11x17 LaCie scanner. Photoshop 2.5 runs great on it.
I've never had a PC but I do have a copy of VMWare Fusion. Just haven't gotten around to getting a copy of Windows to install on it. Works great with RedHat and NetBSD, though.
I guess we just like computers. And yeah, we've video chatted within the house. Felt very WallâE.
And even as competing brands have made copiers and facial tissues, you'll find that no one uses the brand names, even now. Common usage does not trump brand names. Now, the brand name owners might not have a case for common usage of their brand names in popular works and such but as far as advertising goes, yeah, no one else can use them.
Most humor seems to be related to laughing at pain. Preferably someone else's pain ('Tragedy is when I stub my toe. Comedy is when you fall down a manhole and die." - Mel Brooks).
And then there's word play and musical humor, that seems to inspire laughter from surprise.
Finally, there's surrealism. Why the hell is the fish slapping dance funny? I don't know but it's a sure-ass way to incapacitate me and a lot easier than a taser.
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Rosencrantz: I mean, one thinks of it like being alive in a box. One keeps forgetting to take into account the fact that one is dead, which should make all the difference, shouldn't it? I mean, you'd never *know* you were in a box, would you? It would be just like you were asleep in a box. Not that I'd like to sleep in a box, mind you. Not without any air. You'd wake up dead for a start, and then where would you be? In a box. That's the bit I don't like, frankly. That's why I don't think of it. Because you'd be helpless, wouldn't you? Stuffed in a box like that. I mean, you'd be in there forever, even taking into account the fact that you're dead. It isn't a pleasant thought. Especially if you're dead, really. Ask yourself, if I asked you straight off, "I'm going to stuff you in this box. Now, would you rather be alive or dead?" naturally, you'd prefer to be alive. Life in a box is better than no life at all, I expect. You'd have a chance, at least. You could lie there thinking, "Well, at least I'm not dead. In a minute somebody is going to bang on the lid, and tell me to come out."
8' thick slab of granite, with letters laser cut through. This is then sealed in the middle of 30' of non-reactive UV resistant clear polymer. This cube is then set on top of a mountain on the south pole of the moon, aligned so that the sun only strikes it once every 240 earth days, shining through and then having flaming letters 300' high show up on the shadowed wall of crater Faustinni.
Slashdot Mirror
Is there something abut B flat I don't know?
I knew this girl once. Lovely but yeah, definitely B flat. Maybe even A flat. Now, E sharp; ya' got my attention!
I'm waiting for Wii Livejournal.
EGBDF?
I thought it was Oor-uh-noes?
I'd really like to have a mini-tower Mac, with room from 2 HD's, 2 video cards, 4-8 GB RAM, 6-8 USB ports, Firewire (400 and 800), Sata-E, and a decent core2 duo processor. Bring it in for $800-$1200 (iMac w/o monitor) and I'd be a happy camper. Maybe I should just pick up a used iMac with bad screen and replace the guts in my old IIcx? Or build a Hackintosh in there. That would be cool!
Wife, daughter, and I each have a personal Mac, then there's the Mac Mini as media station/web server, an extra machine in the living room and one in the guest room. And there's my old Quadra 650 that I pull out when I want to scan stuff on an old 11x17 LaCie scanner. Photoshop 2.5 runs great on it.
I've never had a PC but I do have a copy of VMWare Fusion. Just haven't gotten around to getting a copy of Windows to install on it. Works great with RedHat and NetBSD, though.
I guess we just like computers. And yeah, we've video chatted within the house. Felt very WallâE.
Llamas. That's where the money's at!
I read the headline as Banks Say 72% of their Employees Committed Fraud.
Felt bummed from my two weeks as a teller at First Union and I didn't 'fraud anyone. Man, what a loser I was.
And even as competing brands have made copiers and facial tissues, you'll find that no one uses the brand names, even now. Common usage does not trump brand names. Now, the brand name owners might not have a case for common usage of their brand names in popular works and such but as far as advertising goes, yeah, no one else can use them.
They don't care?
What's a Hero?
What's the current ROI on mining on other planets/moons/asteroids?
Most humor seems to be related to laughing at pain. Preferably someone else's pain ('Tragedy is when I stub my toe. Comedy is when you fall down a manhole and die." - Mel Brooks).
And then there's word play and musical humor, that seems to inspire laughter from surprise.
Finally, there's surrealism. Why the hell is the fish slapping dance funny? I don't know but it's a sure-ass way to incapacitate me and a lot easier than a taser.
Well, wait 'til you're younger and see it then!
Suite!
Tonight's the night I shall be talking about of flu the subject of word
association football. This is a technique out a living much used in the
practice makes perfect of psychoanalysister and brother and one that has
occupied piper the majority rule of my attention squad by the right number one
two three four the last five years to the memory. It is quite remarkable baker
charlie how much the miller's son this so-called while you were out word
association immigrants' problems influences the manner from heaven in which we
sleekit cowering timrous beasties all-American Speke, the famous explorer. And
the really well that is surprising partner in crime is that a lot and his wife
of the lions' feeding time we may be c d e effectively quite unaware of the
fact or fiction section of the Watford Public Library that we are even doing it
is a far, far better thing that I do now then, now then, what's going onward
christian Barnard the famous hearty part of the lettuce now praise famous
mental homes for loonies like me. So on the button, my contention causing all
the headaches, is that unless we take into account of Monte Cristo in our
thinking George the Fifth this phenomenon the other hand we shall not be able
satisFact or Fiction section of the Watford Public Library againily to
understand to attention when I'm talking to you and stop laughing, about human
nature, man's psychological make-up some story the wife'll believe and hence
the very meaning of life itselfish bastard, I'll kick him in the balls upon the
road.
Lewis Carroll would be proud.
Rosencrantz: I mean, one thinks of it like being alive in a box. One keeps forgetting to take into account the fact that one is dead, which should make all the difference, shouldn't it? I mean, you'd never *know* you were in a box, would you? It would be just like you were asleep in a box. Not that I'd like to sleep in a box, mind you. Not without any air. You'd wake up dead for a start, and then where would you be? In a box. That's the bit I don't like, frankly. That's why I don't think of it. Because you'd be helpless, wouldn't you? Stuffed in a box like that. I mean, you'd be in there forever, even taking into account the fact that you're dead. It isn't a pleasant thought. Especially if you're dead, really. Ask yourself, if I asked you straight off, "I'm going to stuff you in this box. Now, would you rather be alive or dead?" naturally, you'd prefer to be alive. Life in a box is better than no life at all, I expect. You'd have a chance, at least. You could lie there thinking, "Well, at least I'm not dead. In a minute somebody is going to bang on the lid, and tell me to come out."
Boomer Chow is made from real Boomers?
NetBSD?
8' thick slab of granite, with letters laser cut through. This is then sealed in the middle of 30' of non-reactive UV resistant clear polymer. This cube is then set on top of a mountain on the south pole of the moon, aligned so that the sun only strikes it once every 240 earth days, shining through and then having flaming letters 300' high show up on the shadowed wall of crater Faustinni.
1TB discs? Now porn collections can be even BIGGER!
Fixed that for ya.
Ruh-roh, Raggy!
What about -40Â?
...their idiotic collective farming scheme.
Darned hippie communists!
Um... we stopped wearing onions on our belt.
Or was that just a fashion?