An RFID scanner won't always tell you if there are tags. A smart tag could wait for a particular key in the scan signal before responding at all. I don't know if anyone makes one that does that, but I don't see any reason why not.
It seems like every weird drug has its own market niche of addicts on the street, and a general image of the people using it. It should be interesting to see what the Eraser Heads are like compared to pot-heads, freaks on Angel Dust or ravers on ecstasy.
No no! I mean, if they're that smart, they must have a purpose for being in Seattle! It must be part of a cunning plan or plot. I think they're up to something!
I dunno. Just the elevator voice announcing the floor makes me want to pound it to scrap. I'm not sure why, but possibly it's the lack of variation when it's speaking. Slight variation in the cadence, speed and tone would probably be a big improvement.
The overly complex York regional buses north of Toronto have a next stop announcement and I'll bet the code has "Next stop,,will be,,,,%1". I'd love to hack out some of that delay! (But why stop there? The gags possible are almost endless, especially if you use the GPS location, calendar, random generator and phase of the Moon to tigger them.)
If you want ridiculous, try the double-decker elevators in tall buildings like the Scotia Bank Plaza in Toronto. It's a two-story elevator and you have get on at the right floor at the bottom depending on if you want an odd or even destination. (Not a problem if it's a daily routine, of course.) Coming down, there are frequent stop and waits while someone on the other floor of the elevator gets on/off.
Before opening a story, I sometimes bet myself how far down the obvious comment will appear. Within ten, three, etc top level comments. I didn't even bother this time! Still, where are these smart elevators coming from and if they're so smart, why are they in Seattle??
First thing we do is smash all the secret Scientology vaults -- because after emerging from a Logan's Run type complex after hundreds of years underground, the last thing people need is a Personality Test! You can spot the vaults by their special signs in deserts and parking lots.
I have no doubt. I never run active virus scanners, even on Windows. They hook into far too many things, eat up too many resources, depend on updates from the mothership to catch problems that are a step ahead, and are trying to do the job of the OS and a secure configuration. (The job of being careful clicking Yes to "Good Gods, are you really sure you want to run this?" is mine.)
The Intelligent Designer didn't plan that part, it was just a flat patch in his pseudo random number generator. (Intelligent, yes, but cuts a few corners now and then.) I've had that problem when writing games as well.
Well... It could tell Doom and then all the monsters could laugh at you when it does burn. (Which would be nothing compared to RFID tags in your laundry and a reader in your washing machine. "Haha! Look he put red in with white again! Die pink boy! *BAP*BAP*BAP*!")
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Is that what that was? I thought we'd found Jimmy Hoffa! I guess we can tell CSI:Backhoe that there's no hurry.
He didn't have enough?
The Common Yellow Backhoe
The Common Yellow Backhoe attempting to hide from view.
The Hammer Backhoe evolved to fit particular niches.
Nope, not that Holt. Samurai Cat Goes to the Movies, yes.
An RFID scanner won't always tell you if there are tags. A smart tag could wait for a particular key in the scan signal before responding at all. I don't know if anyone makes one that does that, but I don't see any reason why not.
Yup! No faster way to kill off a non-key character short of slapping a red shirt on him and beaming him down with four regulars.
Oh wait, transport ship ain't got no guns on it...
See from a distance, of course.
I forgot that movie, you insensitive clod!
That movie never happened! There was no Star Trek V, and Spock does not have a half-brother named Skippy.
I thought they were Mexican? Wait, am I getting those two movies mixed up again?
Garden variety farmers, what will they think up next? :)
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(Or down. Down is very nice.)
The overly complex York regional buses north of Toronto have a next stop announcement and I'll bet the code has "Next stop,,will be,,,,%1". I'd love to hack out some of that delay! (But why stop there? The gags possible are almost endless, especially if you use the GPS location, calendar, random generator and phase of the Moon to tigger them.)
Laboratory hazmat shower.
Maybe the elevator should have an elevator?
Before opening a story, I sometimes bet myself how far down the obvious comment will appear. Within ten, three, etc top level comments. I didn't even bother this time! Still, where are these smart elevators coming from and if they're so smart, why are they in Seattle??
Yeah, the scutters were pretty good at sign language, weren't they?
First thing we do is smash all the secret Scientology vaults -- because after emerging from a Logan's Run type complex after hundreds of years underground, the last thing people need is a Personality Test! You can spot the vaults by their special signs in deserts and parking lots.
I have no doubt. I never run active virus scanners, even on Windows. They hook into far too many things, eat up too many resources, depend on updates from the mothership to catch problems that are a step ahead, and are trying to do the job of the OS and a secure configuration. (The job of being careful clicking Yes to "Good Gods, are you really sure you want to run this?" is mine.)
So, how many Macs are infected with anti-virus software?
Dark matter streams with a bunch of floaters in it. Why not call it the Stynkx?
The Intelligent Designer didn't plan that part, it was just a flat patch in his pseudo random number generator. (Intelligent, yes, but cuts a few corners now and then.) I've had that problem when writing games as well.
Well... It could tell Doom and then all the monsters could laugh at you when it does burn. (Which would be nothing compared to RFID tags in your laundry and a reader in your washing machine. "Haha! Look he put red in with white again! Die pink boy! *BAP*BAP*BAP*!")
Carpe Mundi!