Nice troll, but you forgot the "-e" - and the fact that this leads to a period of intense activity, not hibernation.
That it does. After multiple failures which ultimately lead to having a system that can't even find its own MBR with both hands in a dark room, the user is finally forced to give up and install a real operating system, like Microsoft Windows XP.
The Harley folks make them loud on purpose so you can hear them coming.
Oh, please. Most Harley riders are piss-poor white trash who cannot afford to replace the crappy exhaust and carburetor systems that the low-end Harley motorbikes come with. That's why the bikes are so loud, and why the rider must constantly engage in revving the engine whenever the bike is at a stop.
Engines that die when you let them idle, frequent back-firing, visible exhaust emissions, and the need to warm up the engine for a long period of time before driving off are all signs of a shitty machine.
I would know; one of the worst places I ever had the misfortune of living in was next to a biker bar. Some evenings, when forty or fifty bikers would pile into the parking lot, the total IQ for the group might rise past their cumulative shoe size.
The guys who can actually afford decent motorbikes, and ride them as a serious hobby or sport, and not just as a way to pick up the odd bleached-blonde bar fly, all own quiet bikes. You'll never hear a sputtering, ear-shattering exhaust coming from a BMW, Ducati, or high-end Harley-Davidson motorbike.
Much less bikers* flying through intersections during a red light.
If the light was well and truly red, well, the damn cyclist was being an idiot. I used to run every stop sign and light I could possibly get away with, and after being involved in a major crash, I decided to be a bit more responsible and hold off on the kamakazi behavior. I still run the occasional stop sign, but only at reduced speed and after making sure there is no traffic.
<RANT> * We're not bikers, damnit! This is a pet peeve of mine. Bikers are the hairy, loud, rude, leather-clad baffoons that ride about on hearing-destroying chrome contraptions. The people who ride on bicycles are bicyclists or cyclists, for crying out loud! </RANT>
Critical Mass is a pro-bike social movement that tries to empower bicyclists.
I rather doubt it does much to empower us, but it does give us one day a month to enjoy the entire roadway for a change. Today is CritMass in San Francisco, and I'll be riding in it in less than three hours. My road bike is sitting behind me in my office, waiting. I brought both my "Bicycling Against Oil Wars" sign and two very loud cowbells that Saturn was giving out a couple of years ago.
There's nothing else quite like riding down the middle of Van Ness Avenue or Market Street during rush hour on a Friday! Woo!
...in an accident between a car and a bicycle, the driver of the car is presumed to be at fault no matter what.
This is essentially the case in San Francisco.
Before this thread turns into a Motorists vs. Bicyclists flame war, allow me to point out that while there are plenty of stupid, insane motorists on the road, there are also plenty of even dumber cyclists on the road.
I'd argue that the individual who is in control of several thousand pounds of steel, plastic, and glass has the greater responsibility when it comes to safety. Conversely, the individual who stands to loose the most (viz., his or her life) also needs to be plenty careful.
In an automobile vs. bicycle crash, the cyclist will loose. Every time. Period. And while I've seen plenty of auto drivers who will look me in the eye and then still cut me off, run me off the road, or otherwise imperil my life, I've also been put in danger by stupid cyclists who are engaged in things like riding the wrong way on a one-way street, riding the wrong way on the wrong side of the road, or running red lights and nearly colliding with me while I attempt to cross the intersection on a green light.
Both sides are equally guilty, I think, and until us cyclists stop acting like we have a god-given right to the road, I can't feel right about yelling how the damn motorists act like they own the road.
I visited San Francisco erlier this summer and made the mistake of opening my car door at a stoplight. A biker ran right into the door then he cussed me out.
Ah hah! That was you, eh?
Seriously though, I bicycle to work in San Francisco five days a week, and motorists flinging their doors open are a real menace. I have a friend who was snagged by a car door and badly cut when he went plunging through the door window. I've had a number of close calls, but so far have succeeded in dodging and weaving my way out of serious harm.
So the mice were sick for two years before it could be detected? Did this make anyone else think of what John Titor said about the incubation period in humans for mad cow disease?
Can anyone tell me what could be causing the privileges problem? That command, sqlplus '/as sysdba', works fine when the environment variable ORACLE_SID is set to the SID of another existing database. The PeopleSoft wizard changes it to the SID of the database it is supposed to create. I'm not sure what effect that has or if it matters. As usual, the PeopleSoft instructions are worthless.
I've seen this exact error before, and it is typically caused by a glitch in the network stack interface that Oracle uses when setting up session connections. Fortunately, the solution is very straightforward: remove the/etc/sysconfig/network-scripts/ifcfg-eth0 file and reboot the server.
...in a server room full of rack mounted NAS servers...
I feel sorry for you. Really. I do. I worked for a company once where the PHB seemed to think that Network Attached Storage was the holy grail of computing. What a nightmare!
Of course, that wasn't really as stupid as when I got hit with 40 volts. That involved stripping live telephone wires with my teeth.
Hahaha, I did that once. I was crammed into a most painful spot in the attic, and couldn't reach my wire cutters. I commenced to strip the insulation off using my teeth, and with my luck, timed it so that I was stripping the last wire off when someone called.
The ringer voltage caused me to spit the wire out, sit up, smash my head against a rafter, and bite my tongue all in one violent motion.
I've never used my teeth to strip a wire since.:-)
Yeah, but try sticking your finger in to a power supply, and you'll quickly come to respect electricity.
That, or earn a well-deserved trip to the local emergency room.
The only thing more fun is grounding the flyback transformer on an old IBM monochrome monitor with your hand. I had a friend who did this once, and he was thrown clear across the room by it.
I have found that sneezing in the general direction caused Western Digital harddrives to fail.
LOL! That has been my experience as well. Even worse than WD drives are the horrible IBM "Deathstar" (DeskStar) drives, which are now made by Hitachi while preserving the total lack of reliability.
I strictly use Maxtor drives, and I've enjoyed consistently good luck with them.
However, apparently she let him do a pretty thorough photo shoot one day. I mean *thorough*. Complete, unedited, posed in ways you usually only see on porn sites.
Okay, so where's the Torrent? Or other mirror? C'mon man, enough with the ethical crap, I wanna see these pictures!
I would fully support the sacking* of all military personal, starting with the Commander-in-Chief and working downward until only ex-PFC Wintergreen is left.
* For the Merkins who read this post, sacking is a British term which equates to the American term fire.
My first thought after reading the story summary was "well, he's going to be disappeared soon!"
While this guy undoubtedly has balls, I'd also say he's lacking in brains. Patriot Act, anyone? I think he'll land in jail faster than you can say "John Ashcroft".
The world is full of idiots, and in particular where P2P software is concerned. However, the idiot who points out the other idiots' idiocy is generally also made very quickly into the sacrifical lamb.
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Engines that die when you let them idle, frequent back-firing, visible exhaust emissions, and the need to warm up the engine for a long period of time before driving off are all signs of a shitty machine.
I would know; one of the worst places I ever had the misfortune of living in was next to a biker bar. Some evenings, when forty or fifty bikers would pile into the parking lot, the total IQ for the group might rise past their cumulative shoe size.
The guys who can actually afford decent motorbikes, and ride them as a serious hobby or sport, and not just as a way to pick up the odd bleached-blonde bar fly, all own quiet bikes. You'll never hear a sputtering, ear-shattering exhaust coming from a BMW, Ducati, or high-end Harley-Davidson motorbike.
<RANT>
* We're not bikers, damnit! This is a pet peeve of mine. Bikers are the hairy, loud, rude, leather-clad baffoons that ride about on hearing-destroying chrome contraptions. The people who ride on bicycles are bicyclists or cyclists, for crying out loud!
</RANT>
There's nothing else quite like riding down the middle of Van Ness Avenue or Market Street during rush hour on a Friday! Woo!
Before this thread turns into a Motorists vs. Bicyclists flame war, allow me to point out that while there are plenty of stupid, insane motorists on the road, there are also plenty of even dumber cyclists on the road.
I'd argue that the individual who is in control of several thousand pounds of steel, plastic, and glass has the greater responsibility when it comes to safety. Conversely, the individual who stands to loose the most (viz., his or her life) also needs to be plenty careful.
In an automobile vs. bicycle crash, the cyclist will loose. Every time. Period. And while I've seen plenty of auto drivers who will look me in the eye and then still cut me off, run me off the road, or otherwise imperil my life, I've also been put in danger by stupid cyclists who are engaged in things like riding the wrong way on a one-way street, riding the wrong way on the wrong side of the road, or running red lights and nearly colliding with me while I attempt to cross the intersection on a green light.
Both sides are equally guilty, I think, and until us cyclists stop acting like we have a god-given right to the road, I can't feel right about yelling how the damn motorists act like they own the road.
Seriously though, I bicycle to work in San Francisco five days a week, and motorists flinging their doors open are a real menace. I have a friend who was snagged by a car door and badly cut when he went plunging through the door window. I've had a number of close calls, but so far have succeeded in dodging and weaving my way out of serious harm.
So the mice were sick for two years before it could be detected? Did this make anyone else think of what John Titor said about the incubation period in humans for mad cow disease?
The ringer voltage caused me to spit the wire out, sit up, smash my head against a rafter, and bite my tongue all in one violent motion.
I've never used my teeth to strip a wire since. :-)
That, or earn a well-deserved trip to the local emergency room.
The only thing more fun is grounding the flyback transformer on an old IBM monochrome monitor with your hand. I had a friend who did this once, and he was thrown clear across the room by it.
I strictly use Maxtor drives, and I've enjoyed consistently good luck with them.
* For the Merkins who read this post, sacking is a British term which equates to the American term fire.
While this guy undoubtedly has balls, I'd also say he's lacking in brains. Patriot Act, anyone? I think he'll land in jail faster than you can say "John Ashcroft".
The world is full of idiots, and in particular where P2P software is concerned. However, the idiot who points out the other idiots' idiocy is generally also made very quickly into the sacrifical lamb.
YHBBT. YHBL. HAND.