Recent investigation reveals that Slashdot has eliminated all of its editors. In their place, a prototype RatBot seems to have been posting stories and adding comments.
"We became suspicious when some readers noticed an improvement in the journalistic quality of story postings," reported one investigator, adding, "Now that we've gotten to the bottom of this, we're not sure if we want to change things back."
Well, apparently you and I are uneducated, as the educated masses have pointed out. Let's just let them keep believing. It's more comfortable that way, like with Santa Claus, the tooth fairy, and "paying off the deficit."
The real mistake the theater made was printing an ambiguous time on their ticket. They need to use 12 Noon and 12 Midnight. For midnight, they need to print two dates.
Yes, it is ambiguous. People should not be putting AM and PM next to it for that reason. 12 Noon and 12 Midnight are the correct way to do it. Also, note that if you use 12 Midnight, you need to print TWO dates.
If I ran a theater and didn't want to debug the ticket printing software, I would circumvent the problem by starting the movie at 12:01 AM.
Here are just a few passages from chapter 1. It's worth going back and reading.
"How often, or on what system, the Thought Police plugged in on any individual wire was guesswork. It was even conceivable that they watched everybody all the time. But at any rate they could plug in your wire whenever they wanted to. You had to live -- did live, from habit that became instinct -- in the assumption that every sound you made was overheard, and, except in darkness, every movement scrutinized."
"The Ministry of Love was the really frightening one. There were no windows in it at all. Winston had never been inside the Ministry of Love, nor within half a kilometre of it. It was a place impossible to enter except on official business, and then only by penetrating through a maze of barbed-wire entanglements, steel doors, and hidden machine-gun nests. Even the streets leading up to its outer barriers were roamed by gorilla-faced guards in black uniforms, armed with jointed truncheons."
"The thing that he was about to do was to open a diary. This was not illegal (nothing was illegal, since there were no longer any laws), but if detected it was reasonably certain that it would be punished by death, or at least by twenty-five years in a forced-labour camp."
"It was curious that he seemed not merely to have lost the power of expressing himself, but even to have forgotten what it was that he had originally intended to say."
"Once when they passed in the corridor she gave him a quick sidelong glance which seemed to pierce right into him and for a moment had filled him with black terror. The idea had even crossed his mind that she might be an agent of the Thought Police. That, it was true, was very unlikely. Still, he continued to feel a peculiar uneasiness, which had fear mixed up in it as well as hostility, whenever she was anywhere near him."
"As usual, the face of Emmanuel Goldstein, the Enemy of the People, had flashed on to the screen. There were hisses here and there among the audience. The little sandy-haired woman gave a squeak of mingled fear and disgust. Goldstein was the renegade and backslider who once, long ago (how long ago, nobody quite remembered), had been one of the leading figures of the Party, almost on a level with Big Brother himself, and then had engaged in counter-revolutionary activities, had been condemned to death, and had mysteriously escaped and disappeared. The programmes of the Two Minutes Hate varied from day to day, but there was none in which Goldstein was not the principal figure. He was the primal traitor, the earliest defiler of the Party's purity. All subsequent crimes against the Party, all treacheries, acts of sabotage, heresies, deviations, sprang directly out of his teaching. Somewhere or other he was still alive and hatching his conspiracies: perhaps somewhere beyond the sea, under the protection of his foreign paymasters, perhaps even -- so it was occasionally rumoured -- in some hiding-place in Oceania itself."
"He was an object of hatred more constant than either Eurasia or Eastasia, since when Oceania was at war with one of these Powers it was generally at peace with the other. But what was strange was that although Goldstein was hated and despised by everybody, although every day and a thousand times a day, on platforms, on the telescreen, in newspapers, in books, his theories were refuted, smashed, ridiculed, held up to the general gaze for the pitiful rubbish that they were in spite of all this, his influence never seemed to grow less. Always there were fresh dupes waiting to be seduced by him. A day never passed when spies and saboteurs acting under his directions were not unmasked by the Thought Police. He was the commander of a vast shadowy army, an underground network of conspirators dedicated to the overthrow of the State. The Brotherhood, its name was supposed to be."
"At those moments his secret loathing of Big Brother changed into adoration, and Big Brother seemed to tower up, an invincible, fearless protector, standing like a rock against the hordes of Asia, and Goldstein, in spite of his isolation, his helplessness, and the doubt that hung about his very existence, seemed like some sinister enchanter, capable by the mere power of his voice of wrecking the structure of civilization."
I actually liked Nemesis. It wasn't my favorite ever, but it was quite enjoyable. I cross my fingers in hopes of more Next-Gen movies. The ticket was worth every penny.
If people were referencing properly, they would say whose work they were reading that quoted the other work. Otherwise, the reader can assume they looked at the original work and blame them for any innacuracies.
What it all boils down to is partial dishonesty. I wish poeple would take credit for what they actually do. Perhaps a list of authors should be annotated indictating very honestly the degree and type of participation. Then you might have more people choosing not to be named.
Watched presentation; corrected spelling in three places.
That's the truly ridiculous thing. With CDs and DVDs, if you've opened it, and you don't like what you got, well, they've got your money, and they don't care.
I really prefer a keyboard over a pen & screen combo.
So do I, unless I'm doing something like taking notes in class, where I'd like to be able to easily draw diagrams and make other marks that a keyboard isn't good for. This is where I'd really like to have one.
Slashdot Mirror
Recent investigation reveals that Slashdot has eliminated all of its editors. In their place, a prototype RatBot seems to have been posting stories and adding comments.
"We became suspicious when some readers noticed an improvement in the journalistic quality of story postings," reported one investigator, adding, "Now that we've gotten to the bottom of this, we're not sure if we want to change things back."
Now we can all breathe a little less pollution when you start having your computer shut down the monitor after 30 minutes of non-use.
Does anyone have mobile phone numbers for spammers?
What number is negative zero? How about positive zero? Oh, wait, they're just strange ways of describing zero.
AM = ante-meridian. PM = post-meridian. Meridian=noon. So is 12 noon before noon or after it?
Well, apparently you and I are uneducated, as the educated masses have pointed out. Let's just let them keep believing. It's more comfortable that way, like with Santa Claus, the tooth fairy, and "paying off the deficit."
12 AM doesn't exist. However, things like digital watches and alarm clocks have convinced us that it does.
12 AM could be midnight. 12 AM could be noon.
The real mistake the theater made was printing an ambiguous time on their ticket. They need to use 12 Noon and 12 Midnight. For midnight, they need to print two dates.
Yes, it is ambiguous. People should not be putting AM and PM next to it for that reason. 12 Noon and 12 Midnight are the correct way to do it. Also, note that if you use 12 Midnight, you need to print TWO dates.
If I ran a theater and didn't want to debug the ticket printing software, I would circumvent the problem by starting the movie at 12:01 AM.
If jurors have questions about the law, they're free to ask the judge at any time.
Jurors: Can we see the law?
Judge: No.
Here are just a few passages from chapter 1. It's worth going back and reading.
"How often, or on what system, the Thought Police plugged in on any individual wire was guesswork. It was even conceivable that they watched everybody all the time. But at any rate they could plug in your wire whenever they wanted to. You had to live -- did live, from habit that became instinct -- in the assumption that every sound you made was overheard, and, except in darkness, every movement scrutinized."
"The Ministry of Love was the really frightening one. There were no windows in it at all. Winston had never been inside the Ministry of Love, nor within half a kilometre of it. It was a place impossible to enter except on official business, and then only by penetrating through a maze of barbed-wire entanglements, steel doors, and hidden machine-gun nests. Even the streets leading up to its outer barriers were roamed by gorilla-faced guards in black uniforms, armed with jointed truncheons."
"The thing that he was about to do was to open a diary. This was not illegal (nothing was illegal, since there were no longer any laws), but if detected it was reasonably certain that it would be punished by death, or at least by twenty-five years in a forced-labour camp."
"It was curious that he seemed not merely to have lost the power of expressing himself, but even to have forgotten what it was that he had originally intended to say."
"Once when they passed in the corridor she gave him a quick sidelong glance which seemed to pierce right into him and for a moment had filled him with black terror. The idea had even crossed his mind that she might be an agent of the Thought Police. That, it was true, was very unlikely. Still, he continued to feel a peculiar uneasiness, which had fear mixed up in it as well as hostility, whenever she was anywhere near him."
"As usual, the face of Emmanuel Goldstein, the Enemy of the People, had flashed on to the screen. There were hisses here and there among the audience. The little sandy-haired woman gave a squeak of mingled fear and disgust. Goldstein was the renegade and backslider who once, long ago (how long ago, nobody quite remembered), had been one of the leading figures of the Party, almost on a level with Big Brother himself, and then had engaged in counter-revolutionary activities, had been condemned to death, and had mysteriously escaped and disappeared. The programmes of the Two Minutes Hate varied from day to day, but there was none in which Goldstein was not the principal figure. He was the primal traitor, the earliest defiler of the Party's purity. All subsequent crimes against the Party, all treacheries, acts of sabotage, heresies, deviations, sprang directly out of his teaching. Somewhere or other he was still alive and hatching his conspiracies: perhaps somewhere beyond the sea, under the protection of his foreign paymasters, perhaps even -- so it was occasionally rumoured -- in some hiding-place in Oceania itself."
"He was an object of hatred more constant than either Eurasia or Eastasia, since when Oceania was at war with one of these Powers it was generally at peace with the other. But what was strange was that although Goldstein was hated and despised by everybody, although every day and a thousand times a day, on platforms, on the telescreen, in newspapers, in books, his theories were refuted, smashed, ridiculed, held up to the general gaze for the pitiful rubbish that they were in spite of all this, his influence never seemed to grow less. Always there were fresh dupes waiting to be seduced by him. A day never passed when spies and saboteurs acting under his directions were not unmasked by the Thought Police. He was the commander of a vast shadowy army, an underground network of conspirators dedicated to the overthrow of the State. The Brotherhood, its name was supposed to be."
"At those moments his secret loathing of Big Brother changed into adoration, and Big Brother seemed to tower up, an invincible, fearless protector, standing like a rock against the hordes of Asia, and Goldstein, in spite of his isolation, his helplessness, and the doubt that hung about his very existence, seemed like some sinister enchanter, capable by the mere power of his voice of wrecking the structure of civilization."
You do not have a right to know what the person next to you is or does.
Unless that person poses enough of a danger. Then I have every right to know.
Maybe you could limit your search to The Register and Slashdot to avoid any factual mistakes.
I actually liked Nemesis. It wasn't my favorite ever, but it was quite enjoyable. I cross my fingers in hopes of more Next-Gen movies. The ticket was worth every penny.
I plead guilty. I have the equivalent of two CD burners.
Moderators can be so pathetic sometimes. Laugh a little.
So a single "reference" recorder is used to do a bunch of tests on a total of 10 discs. That seems rather scant to me.
Jar Jar Binks made this statement to the press "Meesa nosaa liken dis, knowsaaaa, aaaaah [inaudible], oopsi."
The spokesman for Darth Vader had this to say, "We are unable to comment on this decision at this time. You don't have a problem with that, RIGHT?"
According to a press release, Luke Skywalker had this to say: "No! No! It's not true. That's IMPOSSIBLE!"
Han Solo and Princess Leah were occupied and unable to comment.
If people were referencing properly, they would say whose work they were reading that quoted the other work. Otherwise, the reader can assume they looked at the original work and blame them for any innacuracies.
What it all boils down to is partial dishonesty. I wish poeple would take credit for what they actually do. Perhaps a list of authors should be annotated indictating very honestly the degree and type of participation. Then you might have more people choosing not to be named.
Watched presentation; corrected spelling in three places.
That would be nice, if it wasn't too awkward to draw on.
nothing i can do about it either
That's the truly ridiculous thing. With CDs and DVDs, if you've opened it, and you don't like what you got, well, they've got your money, and they don't care.
the home shopping network! I can't live a second without it!!
I nominate this for the Obfuscated Headline Contest.
I really prefer a keyboard over a pen & screen combo.
So do I, unless I'm doing something like taking notes in class, where I'd like to be able to easily draw diagrams and make other marks that a keyboard isn't good for. This is where I'd really like to have one.
Even more fun: e-mail your MPs your MP3s.