Mine is OPR (Optical Piss Recognition) which is satellite software which can automatically detect urine in snow, recognise the hand-penis writing and parse it against a database of snow-urine photos. This can then be used to capture known felons who have obviously a) drunk too much b) hiding away in log cabins *away* from the police.
Where they placed a set of eyes on those candy/donation boxes that companies have at reception and found that people were less likely to take candy without paying than if the box didn't have the eyes.
Maybe if I placed a picture of angry eyes on my cubicle everyone would keep away...
Sir, please remove that jacket as it violates... please stop shooting me sir. It violates copyri... Sir, the shooting. It violates copyright restricti... Knives sir? Please, this is an important offence. We have records of several accounts of wearing a 'Mongol' jacket and downloading the latest smash hit from Britney Spears...
But they forget to mention that they can walk by themselves and can spit poison that can blind a person.
It probably wants some privacy
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You know, so it can play WoW. Maybe it's fed up of voyeurs photographing *every* goddam coronal mass ejection, can't a ball of nuclear fusion have some time to itself?
Calls himself General Zod, although I don't think his beard is regulation. Says he's looking for the office of solitude, or something like that. Says he's fresh from the Sudan, but I'm not sure about that as he's dressed ready for a disco...
Quite often I'd walk into Redfern to see Helicobacter Pylori hanging around on street corners, gold chains, shifty looking flagella and a Burberry outfit. Sometimes you see them driving down George street in their pimped out white cells kitted out with spinning nuclei and neon ribosomes...
Where you first go out into the woods, cut down a tree my violently moving your mouse back and forth several times, walking back, the going back to the woods, cutting down another tree until you build your house. Then rather than someone else doing the research for you, you actually have to do all the research necessary to advance to the next age. Going to the library, reading up on weapons and methods of smelting, then applying them to the FPS. Teach yourself to handle horses, lead great armies of men, train archers and swordsmen, maybe even join the army yourself just so you can return to the AoE FPS and apply the techniques you've been taught.
It would take years to get to the first fight, but the wait would be worth it, I'm sure.
They could use their birth year animals. Like Tiger IP, Monkey IP or Pig IP. Then on each Chinese PC they could redefine 127.0.0.1 as either Home, Den, Tree or Sty.
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Mine is OPR (Optical Piss Recognition) which is satellite software which can automatically detect urine in snow, recognise the hand-penis writing and parse it against a database of snow-urine photos. This can then be used to capture known felons who have obviously a) drunk too much b) hiding away in log cabins *away* from the police.
"If you want to be rich, sell to the poor. If you want to be poor, sell to the rich."
A bigger ass table!
Ah, the DRM. I always forget the DRM. Curses.
Like when Nintendo doesn't condone it, but leave little bits of stuff "open" for someone to find and break to keep a scene healthy?
Where they placed a set of eyes on those candy/donation boxes that companies have at reception and found that people were less likely to take candy without paying than if the box didn't have the eyes.
Maybe if I placed a picture of angry eyes on my cubicle everyone would keep away...
Sir, please remove that jacket as it violates... please stop shooting me sir. It violates copyri... Sir, the shooting. It violates copyright restricti... Knives sir? Please, this is an important offence. We have records of several accounts of wearing a 'Mongol' jacket and downloading the latest smash hit from Britney Spears...
Fried Chicken by scratching a lottery ticket and winning $2. I know it's not the same thing, but I felt twice as guilty as normal.
Would be more interesting if it were a fight to the death.
Even if an employee died, they could claim that it was one less person breathing out carbon dioxide. Win-win.
They should wear uniforms made from lycra, wear bright red codpieces and a cape. That much power should come with a high level of public humiliation.
But they forget to mention that they can walk by themselves and can spit poison that can blind a person.
You know, so it can play WoW. Maybe it's fed up of voyeurs photographing *every* goddam coronal mass ejection, can't a ball of nuclear fusion have some time to itself?
Finally I can sell all the Wyse 120 terminals I have in the garage! If you want me I'll be high-rolling at the casino for a couple of weeks...
Then it could be Buster Gonad and his unfeasibly large telescope!
Although I am seeing more fat ladies taking singing lessons...
Calls himself General Zod, although I don't think his beard is regulation. Says he's looking for the office of solitude, or something like that. Says he's fresh from the Sudan, but I'm not sure about that as he's dressed ready for a disco...
Quite often I'd walk into Redfern to see Helicobacter Pylori hanging around on street corners, gold chains, shifty looking flagella and a Burberry outfit. Sometimes you see them driving down George street in their pimped out white cells kitted out with spinning nuclei and neon ribosomes...
Where you first go out into the woods, cut down a tree my violently moving your mouse back and forth several times, walking back, the going back to the woods, cutting down another tree until you build your house. Then rather than someone else doing the research for you, you actually have to do all the research necessary to advance to the next age. Going to the library, reading up on weapons and methods of smelting, then applying them to the FPS. Teach yourself to handle horses, lead great armies of men, train archers and swordsmen, maybe even join the army yourself just so you can return to the AoE FPS and apply the techniques you've been taught.
It would take years to get to the first fight, but the wait would be worth it, I'm sure.
Well, I'm sure if you delivered the laptop personally all of it could be yours, including the curtains.
If so, maybe give one to Miss Venezuela? I'd guess her IM nick would be WorldPeace69...
They could use their birth year animals. Like Tiger IP, Monkey IP or Pig IP. Then on each Chinese PC they could redefine 127.0.0.1 as either Home, Den, Tree or Sty.
I always wondered why we can't send a Roomba up to clean out objects in LEO...
Impose a one IP address per family rule...
Yes, a big bagless vacuum cleaner. In my theory I'll outline to time of the apocalypse, or as I call it, Dyson time.