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can get expensive since racing gas down here in Texas can run $4-5/gallon. It may be more now that gas prices are starting to climb!
Well, do what we do around here when fuel gets ridiculously expensive - go to a small local airport and fill up with AvGas. High octane, cool grounding strap whilst you fill, and you get to peel out on the tarmac on the way out if it's not too busy. And it's only a couple of bucks a gallon. You'll have to get permission at the flight control center before you just drive out there, but they usually get a kick out of it, and though it runs your engine awfully hot, it's fun once in awhile...
If he sees your resume for three positions he's posted and then gets it from four headhunters, he's going to see desperation and round-file you.
No. I was taking it as rent that you don't apply for three positions at one company. Or ten, or even two. Apply for one.
Employers are looking for employees who have a genuine interest in the position, work, and company business. They don't want to hire someone who is going to jump ship at the first sign of a higher paying job or someone who's just interested in doing the minimum necessary to get by.
Applying for lots of jobs doesn't really seem to indicate that you'll jump ship or that you're just interested in the minimum to get by. Not to me. It indicates that you're not sitting around collecting unemployment and watching Oprah or playing CS at 3am. It means you're committed to finding a new position. It means that you realize it's a tough market, this isn't 3 or 4 years ago, and you have to WORK to find a job. I'm good, but I'm just not that GOOD, or not egotistical enough to think I'm that good. I'm good enough to get a great job done and apply myself and learn quickly and do a bang-up job.
You do that. I'll carefully research the firms that I apply to and only submit resumes and carefully crafted cover letters for those positions where I have a genuine interest. While I'm interviewing, you can be running off another 300 resumes at Kinko's.
Never been to a Kinko's in my life, thanks. But while you're carefully researching the firms you apply to, and submitting carefully crafted cover letters, I'll be enjoying the multitude of phone calls from all of the places I applied to. And no, It's not hyperbole. I applied (the last time a company closure bit me) to ALL of the 36 positions that I felt I could accept in the greater Portland area. These were all positions that I was comfortable accepting, and that didn't require relocation, which is unacceptable to my wife and kids at this point. I paid very close attention to each position and the company behind it, I not only modified my cover letter, but also my resume (which I'm always told is WAY too long @ 5 pages). That way, I could give more relevant information where it was needed. Yes, it took awhile. It took me about 2 weeks of hard work to get these all out. Know what? I got 34 calls for interview. Yes, I kept track. No, I'm not THAT good. I have great references, but I would never presume that anyone would have the "privelage to have the opportunity to hire" me. I would presume that I apply for jobs I'm qualified for, and I know what I'm talking about when I go to an interview. I interviewed at the three best places, and accepted two of the three jobs. (One was a contract for 3 months and has since expired).
Your prospective employer thinks that that you should be a highly-respected professional with a network of professional contacts that are eager to have you work for their firms or are recommending you to other firms. The prospective employer thinks that you should be someone who is in-demand and that it's a privilege to have the opportunity to hire you. If that's not you, then expect a long job search ending in a dead-end job and substandard pay.
No, again. Maybe, for some high paying or very lead-oriented or important positions, your employer expects these things, but in most cases, not. Lots of people just want to program at a better-than-entry-level position or QA at a more-than-analyst level. They don't want to pay more than 6 figures for a "highly-respected professional with a network of professional contacts that are eager to have you work for their firms". In a select few, YES. That's what they want, but I think the majority of the hundreds of positions out there want someone well-qualified with good knowledge and good recommendations.
Your prospective employer thinks that that you should be a highly-respected professional with a network of professional contacts that are eager to have you work for
From the article : Don't apply for too many jobs. I don't think there's ever a reason to apply for more than three or four jobs at a time. Resumespam, or any sign that you're applying for 100 jobs, just makes you look desperate which makes you look unqualified.
Gees. I gotta disagree, here.
First of all, what does my prospective employer have to do with what other positions I apply for?
And second, I think that shows a sign of determination and, in these times, you seem to need just that to get a job. Gone are the "one phone call to the recruiter" days of finding 50 job offers. In fact, my last recruiter called ME a few months ago looking for a position for herself...
Go ahead, apply for every job THAT YOU'RE QUALIFIED FOR, and sort through the results yourself. Get out, get noticed. If your prospective employer thinks you should sit around on your ass and pretend that you're qualified and live off of Ramen and potatos for months while you wait, then you probably don't want to work for him.
The only reason why the Fahrenheit scale used a non-zero value for the freezing point of water was that people of the time didn't have a strong grasp of the concept of negative numbers.
Bzzzzt. Thanks for playing!
From boson.physics.sc.edu :
At the beginning of the eighteenth century, the Danish astronomer Ole Roemer (famous for making the first measurements that showed that the velocity of light is finite) devised a temperature scale of his own for use with the alcohol-in-glass thermometers that he constructed. His thermometers attracted the attention of Gabriel Fahrenheit (1686-1736), a manufacturer of meteorological instruments in the Netherlands. In 1708 Fahrenheit traveled to Copenhagen to meet Roemer and see his thermometers, which were based on two reference points. For one reference Roemer used a mixture of ice, water, and salt to reach the lowest temperatures then attainable in the laboratory, which he called zero. His other reference was the boiling point of water, which he arbitrarily designated as 60 degrees.
Fahrenheit returned home to make thermometers like Roemer's. In 1714 he overcame technical difficulties with alcohol thermometers by substituting mercury as the expanding liquid. The use of mercury extended the range of temperature measurements from well below Roemer's zero to well above the boiling point of water. Furthermore, mercury expanded and contracted more uniformly than the other liquids then in use. As a result, Fahrenheit could mark his mercury thermometers more accurately and with finer divisions.
By 1724 Fahrenheit had adopted a new scale, similar to Roemer's but with much finer divisions. For the zero point he chose the same reference as Roemer. However, since his thermometer was intended for meteorological observations, he wanted a second reference point that would be nearer the maximum observed temperature for weather. He chose the normal temperature of the human body as the upper reference point, which he called 96. Fahrenheit gave no reason for his choice of 96, but it may have been due to his desire for a finer scale and because 96 is evenly divisible by 2, 3, 4, 8, and 12.
Why didn't Fahrenheit choose the freezing point of water for his zero reference, as Newton had done before him and as Celsius did later on? Perhaps Fahrenheit was influenced by Roemer, or he may have wanted to avoid the inconvenience of repeatedly using negative temperatures during winter. Also, in the early 1700s it was widely believed that water did not always freeze at the same temperature. Soon, using his newly calibrated thermometers, Fahrenheit learned that water always froze at 32 on his scale. He immediately added this third reference point to his instruments.
I decided, at my 8-year-old's insistence, to build a tennis ball thrower for my 2 year old Yellow Lab. I went and found some parts - basically two 2-foot lengths of 2" PVC, some various PVC connectors, a switch box with a 9 volt battery, all wired to a sprinkler valve between the two pieces of PVC. It looked like an awkward "U" of PVC and electronics taped together.
One of the PVC tubes had an endcap with a welding pressure guage threaded into it, along with a brass air valve. The PVC was rated at something like 400 psi. But, I figured, for my test, I would stick to something low, like around 35 or 40.
So, I'm out in the garage, dog anxiously at my side, filling up the pressure tube to about 45 psi. I let it sit, stood back, and everything seemed to hold well for about 60 seconds, so I thought, "Yeah, this is safe. Cool!"
I started looking around for the tennis ball I've brought with me to take it outside and try it. I turned around to pick it up off the floor, and there was this HORRENDOUS BOOM!!! followed by some crashing around and various things falling off of shelves.
I collect my thoughts, and after making sure all my limbs and digits are still on, I look over at the garage door. There is a large, pumpkin-sized dent in the door - about 5 inches deep - with a beautiful hole about the size of the $40 pressure guage at the center of it.
I looked around for the dog, who'd been at my side, and found nothing but a cute little urine trail off into the corner of the garage where the dog was cowering.
Jesus. What the hell happened?!? Apparently, the glue wasn't quite dried on the PVC - it was only about an hour old, and the end of the pipe blew off, putting a huge dent in my garage door, and blowing the rest of the contraption back across the shop, knocking down canning jars and various stored things.
So, I coaxed the dog out of the garage for a few minutes, and walked out into the sunlight to shake my head and give up on this, and hear, "Hello?!? Everyone OK?!" It was a COP!
Apparently several people had called about the shotgun/explosion/whatever and the cop was highly concerned. Nothing like seeing a cop, gun drawn, coming aroudn the corner of your house.
Anyway, I was told in no uncertain terms that it was illegal to play with any of this stuff (yes, even only compressed air) within city limits, and...well...I can see why.
Actually, I think he said that mathematically, if the cosmological constant were smaller, this sort of stuff would appear to happen, but would not.
Time is just something that we made up...right? I mean, because we need to measure that things occur in an order (1, then 2, then 3) doesn't mean that as soon as "time" gets reversed, things will start happening in reverse. No coffee cups will ever fly back onto tables in one piece. In fact, he said that in the video version of the BHoT.
I think that what's important to remember is that these things may happen, but we will NEVER know about them. Time could stop and reverse itself a million times a day - we could spend each "day" going back and reliving billions of years in reverse, but we would never know, because our sense of time prevents that.
What's important to remember about the parent poster is that he said "look back in time!" as if it was some great new fancy trick with the (admittedly very crappy ) new telescope he's getting. Well, DUH. EVERYTHING we look at is "back in time". THe cat walking across the room? We aren't actually seeing it. We're seeing the light that reflected off of it when it DID move across the room awhile ago. Now, awhile may be.00000001 picoseconds ago, but it was "ago". We can never see anything "as it happens". So, when we look at the sun, we're seeing it 8 minutes ago. When we look at the moon, several seconds ago. And when we look at stars, up to millions of years ago.
So, in a sense, the sun could have already exploded and we won't know about it for another few minutes. We're always seeing the past...it's just how far things are from us that determine how far into the past we're seeing. And yes, with a telescope, you can see "further into the past" because you can see dimmer objects that we can't detect with our eyes.
If the universe were to come back together, I wouldn't worry about where. Because there is no where. Where just keeps getting smaller and smaller. Everything will get closer and closer together until it becomes a single point. It's not a matter of where in the universe, because the universe is the single point.
if I wanted a small, remotely viewable camera for spying on my (hypothetical) wife when I'm not home, the first thing that will come to their minds is "X10!".
Actually, the first thing that comes to my mind is "PSYCHIATRIST!".
and forcing the gas into cylinders where it will be mixed with air and EXPLODE thousands of times a second might also make you wince
GodDAMN! Let's just do the calculations, there. I'll say thousands = 2000, for arguments' sake. 2000 of times a second for each cylinder firing. So, for a standard rice-burner, let's call it a 4-banger...at 7,000 RPMs, you're talking 14,000 explosions per minute.
Ok, so for 2000 explosions per second, you'd need at least...what? around 60,000 RPMs. (30,000 or so for a V-8)
You bet your ASS I'm going to "wince" at 60,000 RPMs.
You know, you're probably joking, but those guys are SERIOUS.
I was driving a two-seater into northern CA from Oregon about 8 years ago, and was stopped at one of those stupid checkpoints. The lady was ruder than hell - making me stop and then walking away for 3 or 4 minutes, completely ignoring me as my car got hotter and hotter and I got more and more impatient, and when she asked me if I was importing any fruits, plants or vegetables into CA (like I was bringing guns or nuclear material in), I said, "Yeah, I've got 40 crates of moldy bananas under the passenger seat, and a 1/2 ton of asparagus in my tires. What do YOU think?", with a chuckle.
The bitch demanded my driver's license with her hand on her weapon while I explained it was a joke. Then, she not only pulled me over, searched ME AND MY CAR, but they actually made ME (in a suit) remove one of my tires (of their choice) to weigh it to see if it was within specs. (How the hell they knew what specs were, I don't know, but they weighed it and declared it ok.) They searched top to bottom, unpacking my car alongside the road. They ended up confiscating the trail mix in my glove box because of the raisins, dates, nuts, sunflower seeds and dried bananas.
Then they let me go OVER AN HOUR LATER with a stern warning about fucking with the border checkpoints and a warning ticket for not claiming my trail mix. Turns out the warning was nothing more than an inventory of what they'd taken, with my name on it. They hadn't even recorded my DL #.
Yeah, boy does that dredge up memories. I remember back in the BBS days I got ahold of a copy of "Chicago" from a BBS that was owned by a guy who interned at Microsoft in the summers. It was Win95, I think, in its infantile pre-alpha stage.
I had a dual boot machine at the time with OS/2 and Win 3.1, all my school assignments, code, etc. all unprotected and un-backed-up on my one-and-only machine. Gee, Fred, can you see this one coming?
So, I spent hundreds of hours over about 2 weeks downloading all the various floppies from the BBS, which was one of the first GUI BBSs in the area. But all that time was SO worth it when I saw that Chicago logo as I installed to a new partition on a 1 or 2 gig drive.
About an hour and a half later, the install was complete, and I was ready to boot for the first time. I held my breath and rebooted. BSOD! I rebooted. BSOD again! I rebooted several more times, each involving a BSOD!
So, I huffed and puffed and tried to get into the partition from OS/2 - no such luck. OS/2 wouldn't boot.
Uhhhhh.
But it was on another drive! Still, both my drives were unbootable toast.
I called several computer stores, the guy at the BBS, and several friends. No one had a solution for me. I tried booting back into Win 3.1 with floppies, but it could no longer read from the drive, either. Finally, I gave up on the conventional and tried calling Microsoft. I came up with a good excuse about how a student friend had "borrowed" my computer and brought it back in this state. I managed to finally get through to a technician, and I explained the error codes I was getting from the bluescreen. He didn't believe me, and thought I should just re-install. He said, "Those aren't Windows error codes. Are you sure that's on the screen?" Finally, in a huff, I gave up and cracked a beer open. About halfway through my beer my phone rang. It was "Tim" from Microsoft. He was an Engineer, and one of the Tech guys had followed up on my problem with him, a developer of Win 95.
Uhhhhh.
Tim was REALLY interested in how I had gotten ahold of the copy, and could he please have the name of the friend? When I balked, he threatened to have MS attorneys look into it, as "corporate espionage" (as he put it) was serious business. He threatened to get the school involved, and once again threatened with the attorneys before I hung up on him. I unplugged the phone for a few days, and magically, never heard from him again.
Oh, yeah. A good copy of Slackware fixed my problem, btw. Great lesson learned about stealing software, and espeically about how a real OS works...
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Well, do what we do around here when fuel gets ridiculously expensive - go to a small local airport and fill up with AvGas. High octane, cool grounding strap whilst you fill, and you get to peel out on the tarmac on the way out if it's not too busy. And it's only a couple of bucks a gallon. You'll have to get permission at the flight control center before you just drive out there, but they usually get a kick out of it, and though it runs your engine awfully hot, it's fun once in awhile...
Ok.
Boy, the Internet really is Crap!
You guys have a shitty connection here, ya know?
I feel like I'm wasting my life on this computer.
I think your network is hosed.
You guys took a new swipe at "the porn hose" definition, eh?
This new network protocol stinks!
Dude! Get that Cat-5 out of your mouth! You don't know where it's been!
Hey, honey? Flush again! My download speed triples when you do that!!
Ya know, I'm not a huge Microsoft fan, but I'd probably be convinced to pay $0.99 a pop for that...
No, Internet access is actually highest among middle aged men who call themselves "Debra".
The "Ipod Killer" is just a Microsoft employee named Ted who steals people Ipods.
Then stomps on them.
You know, most of these innovation patents recently DO smell like ass.
If he sees your resume for three positions he's posted and then gets it from four headhunters, he's going to see desperation and round-file you.
No. I was taking it as rent that you don't apply for three positions at one company. Or ten, or even two. Apply for one.
Employers are looking for employees who have a genuine interest in the position, work, and company business. They don't want to hire someone who is going to jump ship at the first sign of a higher paying job or someone who's just interested in doing the minimum necessary to get by.
Applying for lots of jobs doesn't really seem to indicate that you'll jump ship or that you're just interested in the minimum to get by. Not to me. It indicates that you're not sitting around collecting unemployment and watching Oprah or playing CS at 3am. It means you're committed to finding a new position. It means that you realize it's a tough market, this isn't 3 or 4 years ago, and you have to WORK to find a job. I'm good, but I'm just not that GOOD, or not egotistical enough to think I'm that good. I'm good enough to get a great job done and apply myself and learn quickly and do a bang-up job.
You do that. I'll carefully research the firms that I apply to and only submit resumes and carefully crafted cover letters for those positions where I have a genuine interest. While I'm interviewing, you can be running off another 300 resumes at Kinko's.
Never been to a Kinko's in my life, thanks. But while you're carefully researching the firms you apply to, and submitting carefully crafted cover letters, I'll be enjoying the multitude of phone calls from all of the places I applied to. And no, It's not hyperbole. I applied (the last time a company closure bit me) to ALL of the 36 positions that I felt I could accept in the greater Portland area. These were all positions that I was comfortable accepting, and that didn't require relocation, which is unacceptable to my wife and kids at this point. I paid very close attention to each position and the company behind it, I not only modified my cover letter, but also my resume (which I'm always told is WAY too long @ 5 pages). That way, I could give more relevant information where it was needed. Yes, it took awhile. It took me about 2 weeks of hard work to get these all out. Know what? I got 34 calls for interview. Yes, I kept track. No, I'm not THAT good. I have great references, but I would never presume that anyone would have the "privelage to have the opportunity to hire" me. I would presume that I apply for jobs I'm qualified for, and I know what I'm talking about when I go to an interview. I interviewed at the three best places, and accepted two of the three jobs. (One was a contract for 3 months and has since expired).
Your prospective employer thinks that that you should be a highly-respected professional with a network of professional contacts that are eager to have you work for their firms or are recommending you to other firms. The prospective employer thinks that you should be someone who is in-demand and that it's a privilege to have the opportunity to hire you. If that's not you, then expect a long job search ending in a dead-end job and substandard pay.
No, again. Maybe, for some high paying or very lead-oriented or important positions, your employer expects these things, but in most cases, not. Lots of people just want to program at a better-than-entry-level position or QA at a more-than-analyst level. They don't want to pay more than 6 figures for a "highly-respected professional with a network of professional contacts that are eager to have you work for their firms". In a select few, YES. That's what they want, but I think the majority of the hundreds of positions out there want someone well-qualified with good knowledge and good recommendations.
Your prospective employer thinks that that you should be a highly-respected professional with a network of professional contacts that are eager to have you work for
Hired for what?
Oh, I get it. Deceit and stupidity...must have been an HR position!
Gees. I gotta disagree, here.
First of all, what does my prospective employer have to do with what other positions I apply for?
And second, I think that shows a sign of determination and, in these times, you seem to need just that to get a job. Gone are the "one phone call to the recruiter" days of finding 50 job offers. In fact, my last recruiter called ME a few months ago looking for a position for herself...
Go ahead, apply for every job THAT YOU'RE QUALIFIED FOR, and sort through the results yourself. Get out, get noticed. If your prospective employer thinks you should sit around on your ass and pretend that you're qualified and live off of Ramen and potatos for months while you wait, then you probably don't want to work for him.
Bzzzzt. Thanks for playing!
From boson.physics.sc.edu :
At the beginning of the eighteenth century, the Danish astronomer Ole Roemer (famous for making the first measurements that showed that the velocity of light is finite) devised a temperature scale of his own for use with the alcohol-in-glass thermometers that he constructed. His thermometers attracted the attention of Gabriel Fahrenheit (1686-1736), a manufacturer of meteorological instruments in the Netherlands. In 1708 Fahrenheit traveled to Copenhagen to meet Roemer and see his thermometers, which were based on two reference points. For one reference Roemer used a mixture of ice, water, and salt to reach the lowest temperatures then attainable in the laboratory, which he called zero. His other reference was the boiling point of water, which he arbitrarily designated as 60 degrees.
Fahrenheit returned home to make thermometers like Roemer's. In 1714 he overcame technical difficulties with alcohol thermometers by substituting mercury as the expanding liquid. The use of mercury extended the range of temperature measurements from well below Roemer's zero to well above the boiling point of water. Furthermore, mercury expanded and contracted more uniformly than the other liquids then in use. As a result, Fahrenheit could mark his mercury thermometers more accurately and with finer divisions.
By 1724 Fahrenheit had adopted a new scale, similar to Roemer's but with much finer divisions. For the zero point he chose the same reference as Roemer. However, since his thermometer was intended for meteorological observations, he wanted a second reference point that would be nearer the maximum observed temperature for weather. He chose the normal temperature of the human body as the upper reference point, which he called 96. Fahrenheit gave no reason for his choice of 96, but it may have been due to his desire for a finer scale and because 96 is evenly divisible by 2, 3, 4, 8, and 12.
Why didn't Fahrenheit choose the freezing point of water for his zero reference, as Newton had done before him and as Celsius did later on? Perhaps Fahrenheit was influenced by Roemer, or he may have wanted to avoid the inconvenience of repeatedly using negative temperatures during winter. Also, in the early 1700s it was widely believed that water did not always freeze at the same temperature. Soon, using his newly calibrated thermometers, Fahrenheit learned that water always froze at 32 on his scale. He immediately added this third reference point to his instruments.
I decided, at my 8-year-old's insistence, to build a tennis ball thrower for my 2 year old Yellow Lab. I went and found some parts - basically two 2-foot lengths of 2" PVC, some various PVC connectors, a switch box with a 9 volt battery, all wired to a sprinkler valve between the two pieces of PVC. It looked like an awkward "U" of PVC and electronics taped together.
One of the PVC tubes had an endcap with a welding pressure guage threaded into it, along with a brass air valve. The PVC was rated at something like 400 psi. But, I figured, for my test, I would stick to something low, like around 35 or 40.
So, I'm out in the garage, dog anxiously at my side, filling up the pressure tube to about 45 psi. I let it sit, stood back, and everything seemed to hold well for about 60 seconds, so I thought, "Yeah, this is safe. Cool!"
I started looking around for the tennis ball I've brought with me to take it outside and try it. I turned around to pick it up off the floor, and there was this HORRENDOUS BOOM!!! followed by some crashing around and various things falling off of shelves.
I collect my thoughts, and after making sure all my limbs and digits are still on, I look over at the garage door. There is a large, pumpkin-sized dent in the door - about 5 inches deep - with a beautiful hole about the size of the $40 pressure guage at the center of it.
I looked around for the dog, who'd been at my side, and found nothing but a cute little urine trail off into the corner of the garage where the dog was cowering.
Jesus. What the hell happened?!? Apparently, the glue wasn't quite dried on the PVC - it was only about an hour old, and the end of the pipe blew off, putting a huge dent in my garage door, and blowing the rest of the contraption back across the shop, knocking down canning jars and various stored things.
So, I coaxed the dog out of the garage for a few minutes, and walked out into the sunlight to shake my head and give up on this, and hear, "Hello?!? Everyone OK?!" It was a COP!
Apparently several people had called about the shotgun/explosion/whatever and the cop was highly concerned. Nothing like seeing a cop, gun drawn, coming aroudn the corner of your house.
Anyway, I was told in no uncertain terms that it was illegal to play with any of this stuff (yes, even only compressed air) within city limits, and...well...I can see why.
Poor dog. I just throw the ball, these days.
Only a woman would think that was strange...
It's about .4 Volkswagen Beetles, diagonally.
Actually, I think he said that mathematically, if the cosmological constant were smaller, this sort of stuff would appear to happen, but would not.
.00000001 picoseconds ago, but it was "ago". We can never see anything "as it happens". So, when we look at the sun, we're seeing it 8 minutes ago. When we look at the moon, several seconds ago. And when we look at stars, up to millions of years ago.
Time is just something that we made up...right? I mean, because we need to measure that things occur in an order (1, then 2, then 3) doesn't mean that as soon as "time" gets reversed, things will start happening in reverse. No coffee cups will ever fly back onto tables in one piece. In fact, he said that in the video version of the BHoT.
I think that what's important to remember is that these things may happen, but we will NEVER know about them. Time could stop and reverse itself a million times a day - we could spend each "day" going back and reliving billions of years in reverse, but we would never know, because our sense of time prevents that.
What's important to remember about the parent poster is that he said "look back in time!" as if it was some great new fancy trick with the (admittedly very crappy ) new telescope he's getting. Well, DUH. EVERYTHING we look at is "back in time". THe cat walking across the room? We aren't actually seeing it. We're seeing the light that reflected off of it when it DID move across the room awhile ago. Now, awhile may be
So, in a sense, the sun could have already exploded and we won't know about it for another few minutes. We're always seeing the past...it's just how far things are from us that determine how far into the past we're seeing. And yes, with a telescope, you can see "further into the past" because you can see dimmer objects that we can't detect with our eyes.
If the universe were to come back together, I wouldn't worry about where. Because there is no where. Where just keeps getting smaller and smaller. Everything will get closer and closer together until it becomes a single point. It's not a matter of where in the universe, because the universe is the single point.
Head hurt, yet? Mine does.
Sheesh. This guy's too busy recording an album to login, huh?
Try the veal, folks! Here all week!
Actually, the first thing that comes to my mind is "PSYCHIATRIST!".
Only a cop would mix up "your" and "you're" in speech.
Nice shot.
Yeah, we had to go buy one of the new 4.x or 5.x gigahertz phones to stop it from interfering with our already thinly-stretched network.
Works like a charm, now, though. Highly recommended Panasonic.
Whoah. You're running CE, aren't you?
I mean, it's a great use for them, but doesn't that get expensive?
GodDAMN! Let's just do the calculations, there. I'll say thousands = 2000, for arguments' sake. 2000 of times a second for each cylinder firing. So, for a standard rice-burner, let's call it a 4-banger...at 7,000 RPMs, you're talking 14,000 explosions per minute.
Ok, so for 2000 explosions per second, you'd need at least...what? around 60,000 RPMs. (30,000 or so for a V-8)
You bet your ASS I'm going to "wince" at 60,000 RPMs.
Tech : No, sir. You should NOT try to recharge them like that...
I was driving a two-seater into northern CA from Oregon about 8 years ago, and was stopped at one of those stupid checkpoints. The lady was ruder than hell - making me stop and then walking away for 3 or 4 minutes, completely ignoring me as my car got hotter and hotter and I got more and more impatient, and when she asked me if I was importing any fruits, plants or vegetables into CA (like I was bringing guns or nuclear material in), I said, "Yeah, I've got 40 crates of moldy bananas under the passenger seat, and a 1/2 ton of asparagus in my tires. What do YOU think?", with a chuckle.
The bitch demanded my driver's license with her hand on her weapon while I explained it was a joke. Then, she not only pulled me over, searched ME AND MY CAR, but they actually made ME (in a suit) remove one of my tires (of their choice) to weigh it to see if it was within specs. (How the hell they knew what specs were, I don't know, but they weighed it and declared it ok.) They searched top to bottom, unpacking my car alongside the road. They ended up confiscating the trail mix in my glove box because of the raisins, dates, nuts, sunflower seeds and dried bananas.
Then they let me go OVER AN HOUR LATER with a stern warning about fucking with the border checkpoints and a warning ticket for not claiming my trail mix. Turns out the warning was nothing more than an inventory of what they'd taken, with my name on it. They hadn't even recorded my DL #.
I don't get that.
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Cartman : "Clive...God dammit..."
I had a dual boot machine at the time with OS/2 and Win 3.1, all my school assignments, code, etc. all unprotected and un-backed-up on my one-and-only machine. Gee, Fred, can you see this one coming?
So, I spent hundreds of hours over about 2 weeks downloading all the various floppies from the BBS, which was one of the first GUI BBSs in the area. But all that time was SO worth it when I saw that Chicago logo as I installed to a new partition on a 1 or 2 gig drive.
About an hour and a half later, the install was complete, and I was ready to boot for the first time. I held my breath and rebooted. BSOD! I rebooted. BSOD again! I rebooted several more times, each involving a BSOD!
So, I huffed and puffed and tried to get into the partition from OS/2 - no such luck. OS/2 wouldn't boot.
Uhhhhh.
But it was on another drive! Still, both my drives were unbootable toast.
I called several computer stores, the guy at the BBS, and several friends. No one had a solution for me. I tried booting back into Win 3.1 with floppies, but it could no longer read from the drive, either. Finally, I gave up on the conventional and tried calling Microsoft. I came up with a good excuse about how a student friend had "borrowed" my computer and brought it back in this state. I managed to finally get through to a technician, and I explained the error codes I was getting from the bluescreen. He didn't believe me, and thought I should just re-install. He said, "Those aren't Windows error codes. Are you sure that's on the screen?" Finally, in a huff, I gave up and cracked a beer open. About halfway through my beer my phone rang. It was "Tim" from Microsoft. He was an Engineer, and one of the Tech guys had followed up on my problem with him, a developer of Win 95.
Uhhhhh.
Tim was REALLY interested in how I had gotten ahold of the copy, and could he please have the name of the friend? When I balked, he threatened to have MS attorneys look into it, as "corporate espionage" (as he put it) was serious business. He threatened to get the school involved, and once again threatened with the attorneys before I hung up on him. I unplugged the phone for a few days, and magically, never heard from him again.
Oh, yeah. A good copy of Slackware fixed my problem, btw. Great lesson learned about stealing software, and espeically about how a real OS works...
I have got to get a better monitor at work.
I could have sworn that said, "I hope he creates nipples over here."
I thought, "Well, that's one way to get elected..."