Yes, and the ratification will pass buried deep inside the Save the Children and Orphans act. Anyone who opposes it will be labeled a child and orphan hater. Probably a terrorist and pedophile, too.
Interesting. After being told what to listen for, I can hear the artifacts that site is pointing out. However, under normal circumstances, I probably would not have noticed most of them. Guess my ears aren't very good. How lucky for me that I can listen to compressed music and enjoy it just as much as the original!
I'm not saying the Awesomebar is awesome. I hated it too when FF3 first came out. I've since grown to sort of grudgingly admit its occasional usefulness. I agree with you on it being mishandled. They should have at least left in a checkbox somewhere like "Use FF2 addressbar behavior". But they didn't, and I doubt they ever will, and I like the rest of Firefox too much to switch away from it at this point.
So I'm at least letting you know there ARE fixes to some of its more annoying behaviors. You can prevent it from displaying bookmarks through about:config (google for it), and you can clear your browsing history when FF closes by mucking around with the privacy settings.
There's a real simple workaround for this. Type out something in the bar, wait for the list of sites to display. Use the down arrow key to highlight the site you want to delete, then press Delete.
Here's an up-to-date partial list of security researchers who have been threatened with legal action for releasing research on security vulnerabilities:
They only work for me with my glasses on. With them off, even when I move into the range where I can focus on them (4 inches from the screen or so) the illusions don't work. Only with my glasses on can I see the effects.
I once spent an evening with friends (this was a long time ago, mind you) drinking Jolt and tequila. Don't ask.
I really felt nothing more than simply drunk that night, but about 4AM the next morning I woke up to see writhing intestines and other assorted entrails strewn all over the floor. I had to step between them to go be violently sick in the bathroom, and they had gone by the time I got back to bed. But the intense feeling of mind-numbing terror was such that I couldn't sleep for hours. Neither my roommate nor our co-conspirators experienced anything of the kind. We eventually decided it must have been my already-high caffeine intake, combined with the booze and the extra caffeine spike from the Jolt.
Haven't touched tequila since, and I've gone easier on the caffeine, too...
Oh yeah? Well MY father works 23 hours a day, 7 days a week and HE'S been doing it for the past 30 years. He's the only person in the world who works in his field, and all he's wanted for all these years is to stop paying for permission to come to work!
I SAW one of these things on I-80, and spent some time with Google trying to figure out what the thing was. Unfortunately it was being towed, rather than driving under its own power, but still. The wings were folded up but there's no mistaking the shape of the thing.
I have had one or two encounters with genuinely ill people in this profession. It's hard to laugh at them.
An elderly gentleman came in to the shop where I once worked and said he had some questions about his battery backup. I was called up to answer them.
I found myself at something of a loss, however, when I heard his questions. It seemed that his UPS was emitting radioactive gas that was making him ill. He knew, he said, that they used fission piles to make them work, and that all this talk of batteries was nonsense. It was clear from the way he spoke of it that both he and I were in on this little secret. What he needed, he said, was some way to check the radioactive output of the UPS. Alternative suggestions as to the cause of his discomfort were dismissed quickly; he clearly knew the source of his illness, but had to find a way to prove it before he could take proper action. I got the distinct impression he had already tried to contact the manufacturer about it.
I did the only thing I could think of: I checked with my boss to see if he knew where a Geiger counter could be found. He didn't, alas, so I gave the customer some contact information for the US NRC. This seemed to satisfy him, and he left. I never saw him again.
Not once did that old man smile. His face was deeply lined and I don't think he had led an easy life. I often wonder what happened to him, and if there was anything else I could have done to help him.
I knew a guy who claimed to be a time-traveler from the future, sent back here on a one-way trip as a sort of anthropologist. He was going to hide all his research somewhere so people in the 2700s could find it.
Anyway, one of his "predictions" (or, as he would have it, what his history books said) was that Australia would develop into a fascist, Orwellian culture with absolute control on everyone and everything moving in or out of the country, including data on the internet. Later, he said, it would become as isolated and backward as North Korea, but with far greater resources at hand, which is how it was able to launch a nuclear attack against Japan and the west coast of the US. I think all this was supposed to happen by the second half of this century.
Mind you, he was insane. But every time I hear about Australia taking another step down the road to insanity, I can't help but think about him.
You're telling me there's an organization that actually checks advertisements for false and misleading information, and has the power to pull blatant lies off the air? When did this happen?
Depending on who you talk to, the genes for blond and red hair are thought to have come from Neanderthal. It's possible they didn't die out so much as were absorbed.
I think it was a meat-cop in an intimidating leotard. He was speaking through a voice modulator, because all cops are required to speak through voice modulators in the future.
The single-player mode of the old WoT game was well-scripted and made good use of effects, but was not otherwise particularly memorable (except for Shadar Logoth, which was creepy as hell and scared me multiple times). The MULTI-player, though... incredible. There was an insane amount of depth to it, because everything (except balefire of course) had a counter. The "TING" sound of a Seeker or Decay locking on to me still makes me twitch. When you'd hear it, you'd start running like mad, trying to find the right shield to absorb it, or better yet, reflect it back at the caster, and all the while it was chasing you, moving faster and faster... then you found someone dropped a Legion right on top of the Unravel. GAH!
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I'm posting just to GET the April Fool's achievement.
This may be relative to your interests, fellow fan of the radio show. Note the rat cavity.
Yes, and the ratification will pass buried deep inside the Save the Children and Orphans act. Anyone who opposes it will be labeled a child and orphan hater. Probably a terrorist and pedophile, too.
Sorry, Monday mornings make me cynical.
Interesting. After being told what to listen for, I can hear the artifacts that site is pointing out. However, under normal circumstances, I probably would not have noticed most of them. Guess my ears aren't very good. How lucky for me that I can listen to compressed music and enjoy it just as much as the original!
I'm not saying the Awesomebar is awesome. I hated it too when FF3 first came out. I've since grown to sort of grudgingly admit its occasional usefulness. I agree with you on it being mishandled. They should have at least left in a checkbox somewhere like "Use FF2 addressbar behavior". But they didn't, and I doubt they ever will, and I like the rest of Firefox too much to switch away from it at this point.
So I'm at least letting you know there ARE fixes to some of its more annoying behaviors. You can prevent it from displaying bookmarks through about:config (google for it), and you can clear your browsing history when FF closes by mucking around with the privacy settings.
There's a real simple workaround for this. Type out something in the bar, wait for the list of sites to display. Use the down arrow key to highlight the site you want to delete, then press Delete.
That's it. It's gone from the list history.
So instead of Redbook audio, this would be Bluebook? When can we expect the government cover-up?
If you want crime to drop, give people a decent education, a decent job, and decent opportunity not to join a gang.
That's going to take a lot of Clint Eastwoods.
View -> Page layout -> Show cover page during facing
Worked for me.
Here's an up-to-date partial list of security researchers who have been threatened with legal action for releasing research on security vulnerabilities:
http://attrition.org/errata/legal_threats/
It should give you an idea of why people are concerned.
They only work for me with my glasses on. With them off, even when I move into the range where I can focus on them (4 inches from the screen or so) the illusions don't work. Only with my glasses on can I see the effects.
Wake me when they have edible intelligence pills.
I once spent an evening with friends (this was a long time ago, mind you) drinking Jolt and tequila. Don't ask.
I really felt nothing more than simply drunk that night, but about 4AM the next morning I woke up to see writhing intestines and other assorted entrails strewn all over the floor. I had to step between them to go be violently sick in the bathroom, and they had gone by the time I got back to bed. But the intense feeling of mind-numbing terror was such that I couldn't sleep for hours. Neither my roommate nor our co-conspirators experienced anything of the kind. We eventually decided it must have been my already-high caffeine intake, combined with the booze and the extra caffeine spike from the Jolt.
Haven't touched tequila since, and I've gone easier on the caffeine, too...
Oh yeah? Well MY father works 23 hours a day, 7 days a week and HE'S been doing it for the past 30 years. He's the only person in the world who works in his field, and all he's wanted for all these years is to stop paying for permission to come to work!
I SAW one of these things on I-80, and spent some time with Google trying to figure out what the thing was. Unfortunately it was being towed, rather than driving under its own power, but still. The wings were folded up but there's no mistaking the shape of the thing.
Neat.
I have had one or two encounters with genuinely ill people in this profession. It's hard to laugh at them.
An elderly gentleman came in to the shop where I once worked and said he had some questions about his battery backup. I was called up to answer them.
I found myself at something of a loss, however, when I heard his questions. It seemed that his UPS was emitting radioactive gas that was making him ill. He knew, he said, that they used fission piles to make them work, and that all this talk of batteries was nonsense. It was clear from the way he spoke of it that both he and I were in on this little secret. What he needed, he said, was some way to check the radioactive output of the UPS. Alternative suggestions as to the cause of his discomfort were dismissed quickly; he clearly knew the source of his illness, but had to find a way to prove it before he could take proper action. I got the distinct impression he had already tried to contact the manufacturer about it.
I did the only thing I could think of: I checked with my boss to see if he knew where a Geiger counter could be found. He didn't, alas, so I gave the customer some contact information for the US NRC. This seemed to satisfy him, and he left. I never saw him again.
Not once did that old man smile. His face was deeply lined and I don't think he had led an easy life. I often wonder what happened to him, and if there was anything else I could have done to help him.
No one said it would be easy.
I knew a guy who claimed to be a time-traveler from the future, sent back here on a one-way trip as a sort of anthropologist. He was going to hide all his research somewhere so people in the 2700s could find it.
Anyway, one of his "predictions" (or, as he would have it, what his history books said) was that Australia would develop into a fascist, Orwellian culture with absolute control on everyone and everything moving in or out of the country, including data on the internet. Later, he said, it would become as isolated and backward as North Korea, but with far greater resources at hand, which is how it was able to launch a nuclear attack against Japan and the west coast of the US. I think all this was supposed to happen by the second half of this century.
Mind you, he was insane. But every time I hear about Australia taking another step down the road to insanity, I can't help but think about him.
Or, you know, a writer taking liberties decades after the fact.
And how did they devise a control for this?
AFAIK, there's no biometric scans of the 9/11 terrorists
That's okay, we can take scans of the ones that are still alive.
You're telling me there's an organization that actually checks advertisements for false and misleading information, and has the power to pull blatant lies off the air? When did this happen?
Depending on who you talk to, the genes for blond and red hair are thought to have come from Neanderthal. It's possible they didn't die out so much as were absorbed.
EAL11+ means it autonomously launches nuclear missiles at Russia, knowing the Russian counter-attack will destroy the attacker.
I think it was a meat-cop in an intimidating leotard. He was speaking through a voice modulator, because all cops are required to speak through voice modulators in the future.
The single-player mode of the old WoT game was well-scripted and made good use of effects, but was not otherwise particularly memorable (except for Shadar Logoth, which was creepy as hell and scared me multiple times). The MULTI-player, though... incredible. There was an insane amount of depth to it, because everything (except balefire of course) had a counter. The "TING" sound of a Seeker or Decay locking on to me still makes me twitch. When you'd hear it, you'd start running like mad, trying to find the right shield to absorb it, or better yet, reflect it back at the caster, and all the while it was chasing you, moving faster and faster... then you found someone dropped a Legion right on top of the Unravel. GAH!
Good times.