I misread this as Inaudible Voting Machines and I figured people were complaining that they weren't making a "kerchunk" sound, leading voters to suspect that their vote didn't really take.
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Troll -1? Oh, come on, just because the Internet has made the rest of you illiterate doesn't mean those of us who still remember grammar school have to put up with your idiocy.
I suggest building a large model of an American teenager's bedroom. Throw in some wire coat hangers and a half-eaten bag of potato chips and you're got yourself a debris magnet with an event horizon the size of Alaska's bitch.
Certainly worth an experiment, but potential problems:
The proposed moderation system encourages short Ideas which can be read quickly, ergo moderated quickly.
It doesn't take into account the potency of three dollar crack although it works better assuming a low saturation levels.
Trolls will still be trolls, but metatrolling is discouraged.
Transition appears to be a matter of simple substitution.
The Karma system clearly has its flaws but it does represent a accurate cross section reflecting the quality (or lack thereof) of the typical poster/troll/moderator.
When the fan broke down, the overclocker's mother said to him, "They have no more fans." "Dear woman, why do you involve me?" The overclocker replied. "My time has not yet come." His mother said to the servants, "Do whatever he tells you." etc. etc. ...the master of the banquet booted the computer that had been cooled with wine......and said, "Everyone burns out their Pentium IIIs first and then overclocks their Celerons, but you have saved the Athlon till now."
For I command you today to love the Internet your God, to surf the Information Superhighway and to keep His commands, decrees and laws; then you will email and spam, and the Internet your God will bless you in the online auction you are entering to bid.
The Troll is my shepherd, I shall not want. He makes me write down my copious notes on a glorified notepad, he leads me beside quiet waters, he restores my rechargeable batteries. He guides me in paths of new technology for technology's sake. Even though I surf through the valley of the shadow of death (cough, M$, cough), I will fear no evil, for you are with me; your cell phone and your pager they comfort me. You prepare a Newton before me in the presence of my classmates. You anoint my address book with email; my RAM is maxxed out. Surely goodness and love will follow me all the days of my life, and I will dwell in the house of Fry's forever. (Yes, but don't call me Shirley.)
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While you're at it, why don't you wish for a million dollars?
I misread this as Inaudible Voting Machines and I figured people were complaining that they weren't making a "kerchunk" sound, leading voters to suspect that their vote didn't really take.
Heh, I switched back to Windows just because Minesweeper for Linux sucks.
Dead pixels and no DVI make Homer something something.
See, it really is more of a Shelbyville idea.
Now please direct me to your nearest attractive cousin.
Wow, can you imagine a beowulf cluster of these guys?
Can you imagine a Beowulf Cluster of these things?
That article is completely wront. Who's wis me?
I CATS MAGIC MISSISLE!
Troll -1? Oh, come on, just because the Internet has made the rest of you illiterate doesn't mean those of us who still remember grammar school have to put up with your idiocy.
Tell us more about these so-called "hot spots." Can you post pics?
I suggest building a large model of an American teenager's bedroom. Throw in some wire coat hangers and a half-eaten bag of potato chips and you're got yourself a debris magnet with an event horizon the size of Alaska's bitch.
Problem solved.
Kill them all. The Lord will know His own.
Bah, they've been doing this the old fashioned way on many a lonely farm for years.
You Goddamned karma whore. You just fed us a link that's available in the article itself.
I would think that Vulcan Science Officer Fan Service Woman would be visibly cold all the time.
(Don't give me any mumbo jumbo about how warm those uniforms are either... that's bad for the ratings.)
(A little expertise in electric wiring wouldn't hurt either.)
25' of spiral cord is all anyone will ever need.
- The proposed moderation system encourages short Ideas which can be read quickly, ergo moderated quickly.
- It doesn't take into account the potency of three dollar crack although it works better assuming a low saturation levels.
- Trolls will still be trolls, but metatrolling is discouraged.
- Transition appears to be a matter of simple substitution.
- The Karma system clearly has its flaws but it does represent a accurate cross section reflecting the quality (or lack thereof) of the typical poster/troll/moderator.
Don't know what I'm talking about? Go Here."Dear woman, why do you involve me?" The overclocker replied. "My time has not yet come."
His mother said to the servants, "Do whatever he tells you."
etc. etc.
...the master of the banquet booted the computer that had been cooled with wine...
(Okay, this one was kind of a stretch.)
Now is the time for judgment on this world; now the ruler formerly known as prince of this world will be driven out.
Don't let anyone look down on you because you are a 1337 h4x0r, but set an example for the lusers in speech, in life, in love, in faith and in purity.
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For I command you today to love the Internet your God, to surf the Information Superhighway and to keep His commands, decrees and laws; then you will email and spam, and the Internet your God will bless you in the online auction you are entering to bid.
The Troll is my shepherd, I shall not want. He makes me write down my copious notes on a glorified notepad, he leads me beside quiet waters, he restores my rechargeable batteries. He guides me in paths of new technology for technology's sake. Even though I surf through the valley of the shadow of death (cough, M$, cough), I will fear no evil, for you are with me; your cell phone and your pager they comfort me. You prepare a Newton before me in the presence of my classmates. You anoint my address book with email; my RAM is maxxed out. Surely goodness and love will follow me all the days of my life, and I will dwell in the house of Fry's forever. (Yes, but don't call me Shirley.)