It is not piracy. Piracy involves boarding and stealing ships in the sea with the casual murder of people.
Oh, please, can we still call it piracy? I just bought a parrot and learned how to say "Yarr!" and "Avast!" and everything, and I'm still healing up from the "wearing two eyepatches" debacle...
I have this 7-Year Plan that I have recently started... and if I can follow through with it, will mean at the 7th year I will be out of IT.
You too? Mine is closer to four years, but I've got the same thing going on. I finally realized that I'm not happy doing what I'm doing, and never really will be, and that it's time for a change.
The bulk of my plan consists of getting out of debt--paying off my car, credit cards, and so on. Then I can afford to take a lower-paying, less responsible job with no stress. (I harbor fantasies of being That Weird Older Guy at the video store...the one who can recommend weird little indie films that become your favorites.)
All of which will free me up for doing the theater stuff that I really want to do. It'll mean cutting back on some things, but it's better to eat a little Top Ramen every now and again than to die old and bitter.
it would make more sense to me to make a signal that would shoot out faster than radio and television signals
If you find a way to make a communications device that transmits faster than light, I will personally hand-deliver the Nobel Prize to you, along with twenty prostitutes of the gender of your choice. Oh, and a plaque. Can't be an award without a plaque.
On the more far out and paranoid side, it would probably not be a good idea for us to be advertising our existence.
We've been advertising our existence for over half a century now. I read somewhere (can't find the source right now) that Earth puts out as much radio flux as a small star. It's a little late to stop, unless we all start subscribing to cable.
I mean using a trojan infected XP box could lead to an intergalactic incident if these telescopes wind up port flooding the aliens' array.
I can see it now...we receive a long, elaborate Contact-style message only to find out that what was sent to us across the lightyears is "H4H4 PWN3D N00B WTF".
> The word "analysis" contains ANAL. > > Therefore the word "analysis", "analyst" and derivatives have been declared indecent & profane > and shall be removed from the English language forthwith.
To be quickly followed by "titular", "cockerel", "seminal", and "Wankel rotary engine".
Malcolm: Let every soldier hew him down a bough
And bear't before him: thereby shall we shadow
The numbers of our host and make discovery
Err in report of us.
I think he would be happier with people viewing them as movies than just sitting and reading them.
I think so too. They're meant to be performed, not dissected in a literature class. When you get someone up on stage or screen who knows what his lines mean and can deliver them with conviction, it's just as comprehensible as any modern drama (and sometimes more exciting).
I had one of those little moments of satori recently--I realized that I don't really want to be a software developer any more. I'd much rather pursue the acting I've been doing in my off hours. It's a hell of a lot more fulfilling to me than coding now.
(Of course, there's the pesky detail that acting doesn't pay anywhere near as well...bleah.)
(yes, the train station scene was NOT wasted. think about what you learned in it.)
I learned that boredom is a palpable force, and that it delights in squatting on my chest, slapping me and screaming "Gimme your lunch money!" and "Who's my bitch? WHO'S MY BITCH?"
Judging by some of the directions I've gotten from MapQuest, their source is an old toothless guy standing in a field who starts off with "Now, you go down the road a piece and take a left where the old Johnson place burned down twenty years ago..."
Slashdot Mirror
Lets see how far those flying rats get with 4 GB of floppies attached to their frickin' heads.
We can't attach them there.
That's where the frickin' lasers go.
I feel sorry for the pigeon who needs to be hashed on the other end to check if it's the same one... that's gotta hurt.
It's okay. If it's not, they'll just retransmit the pigeon. I'd be more worried about the awfully short TTL value your average pigeon has...
It is not piracy. Piracy involves boarding and stealing ships in the sea with the casual murder of people.
Oh, please, can we still call it piracy? I just bought a parrot and learned how to say "Yarr!" and "Avast!" and everything, and I'm still healing up from the "wearing two eyepatches" debacle...
I have this 7-Year Plan that I have recently started... and if I can follow through with it, will mean at the 7th year I will be out of IT.
You too? Mine is closer to four years, but I've got the same thing going on. I finally realized that I'm not happy doing what I'm doing, and never really will be, and that it's time for a change.
The bulk of my plan consists of getting out of debt--paying off my car, credit cards, and so on. Then I can afford to take a lower-paying, less responsible job with no stress. (I harbor fantasies of being That Weird Older Guy at the video store...the one who can recommend weird little indie films that become your favorites.)
All of which will free me up for doing the theater stuff that I really want to do. It'll mean cutting back on some things, but it's better to eat a little Top Ramen every now and again than to die old and bitter.
it would make more sense to me to make a signal that would shoot out faster than radio and television signals
If you find a way to make a communications device that transmits faster than light, I will personally hand-deliver the Nobel Prize to you, along with twenty prostitutes of the gender of your choice. Oh, and a plaque. Can't be an award without a plaque.
On the more far out and paranoid side, it would probably not be a good idea for us to be advertising our existence.
We've been advertising our existence for over half a century now. I read somewhere (can't find the source right now) that Earth puts out as much radio flux as a small star. It's a little late to stop, unless we all start subscribing to cable.
I mean using a trojan infected XP box could lead to an intergalactic incident if these telescopes wind up port flooding the aliens' array.
I can see it now...we receive a long, elaborate Contact-style message only to find out that what was sent to us across the lightyears is "H4H4 PWN3D N00B WTF".
> The word "analysis" contains ANAL.
>
> Therefore the word "analysis", "analyst" and derivatives have been declared indecent & profane
> and shall be removed from the English language forthwith.
To be quickly followed by "titular", "cockerel", "seminal", and "Wankel rotary engine".
> "We're all going to die eventually."
>
> Speak for yourself.
<Yellowbeard> They'll have to kill me before I'll die! </Yellowbeard>
It detects Kevin Bacon.
On a scale measured in degrees Kevin, one assumes.
My server should have died hereafter;
There would have been a time for a mirror.
Tomorrow and tomorrow and tomorrow
Creeps in this petty pace
'Til the last Slashdot user surfs away.
Malcolm: Let every soldier hew him down a bough
And bear't before him: thereby shall we shadow
The numbers of our host and make discovery
Err in report of us.
Macbeth: OMG! WTF camping n00b
I think he would be happier with people viewing them as movies than just sitting and reading them.
I think so too. They're meant to be performed, not dissected in a literature class. When you get someone up on stage or screen who knows what his lines mean and can deliver them with conviction, it's just as comprehensible as any modern drama (and sometimes more exciting).
Who wants to kill Darl?
Tuesday nights on ABC with your host, Regis Philbin.
"Is that your final assassination attempt?"
And to bring this full circle...my usual song on karaoke nights is "Sweet Transvestite".
It's like a Mobius strip of shame.
Anyone know where I can buy some of this? "Come on, have another glass--I'm good for your heart! I reduce cholesterol!"
Tell the centurions any discipline problems are to be dealt with harshly!
Am I the only one having "Life of Brian" flashes here?
"Fwow McBwide to the floor, centuwion, vewy woughly!"
"And sue him, sir?"
"Oh, yes, swap a wawsuit on him wight away!"
Is the universe going to collapse next week or what?
If it is, screw paying off my credit cards, for starters.
I had one of those little moments of satori recently--I realized that I don't really want to be a software developer any more. I'd much rather pursue the acting I've been doing in my off hours. It's a hell of a lot more fulfilling to me than coding now.
(Of course, there's the pesky detail that acting doesn't pay anywhere near as well...bleah.)
"All your boson are belong to us."
(yes, the train station scene was NOT wasted. think about what you learned in it.)
I learned that boredom is a palpable force, and that it delights in squatting on my chest, slapping me and screaming "Gimme your lunch money!" and "Who's my bitch? WHO'S MY BITCH?"
The likelihood of other meaningful life in the Universe just got better. And I for one welcome the possibility.
I, for one, welcome our new Drake Equation overlords.
[...] their surfaces will be blazing hot and suffering constant bombardment by other, slightly smaller bodies.
So...not unlike my ex-girlfriend, then.
yeah, but what do THEY use for their directions?
Judging by some of the directions I've gotten from MapQuest, their source is an old toothless guy standing in a field who starts off with "Now, you go down the road a piece and take a left where the old Johnson place burned down twenty years ago..."
This is going to add a whole new painful dimension to scuffing your feet along the carpet and shocking your friends...
"ZAP!" "You bastard! I just bought that RAM!"