"fool, kneel before me! my avatar has two rocket launchers, 99 energy points, and ten grenades!"
meanwhile, far behind, the $8-an-hour "agents" are hassling a little old lady with a walker and leading another Congressman into the back room holding cells for having a tie clasp.
alternative: customers, not carriers, get the keys to the kingdom. want them to diagnose dropped calls? click that button only. want them to follow your chemtrails? click that button.
and don't install any other buttons, and don't check any other parameters in the phone.
outside of sending Newt up in a space suit with duct tape and a 9-ton oxygen bottle, since he's a spacehead and has lots of free time now, we really need to concentrate on gathering the krep into one place, and putting a blinking electronic "X" on the spot. this is doable, and since everybody is responsible, everybody needs to chip into the pot for a "free" project.
basically a robot dogcatcher with a very fine "net" is needed to close and capture the drifting trash. as to whether any of it is useable... good opportunity for technocrooks. send 'em up in an old Buick with suits, so they have the back seat as a workbench, and let 'em paw through the junkpile. if they can find a way to fly home in a space jitney, they're free.
I am afraid that we have moles in our company, Consolidated Blacksheep LLC, that are feeding infornation on our illegal activities in bid-rigging, international bribery for market position, political fixing, governmental espionage, and all around dirty deeds done dirt cheap. This information, in the right hands, could have a material effect on our profitability. Can you check to see if there is indeed such activity going on? Mr. Cayman Islands, heh, would like to meet with you.
the "internet enabled TV" is another case of "feature phone syndrome." there are no "features" because it's all a walled garden of the Telco's choosing, and everything is another ten bucks a month, forever.
my year-old Samsung LCD is slaved to Yahoo TV streaming. hooo-kay, and if it would have said "Won Hyuk Yuk Yuk" it would make no difference. generic Brand X, forget it.
I haven't plugged into the router because if there are no updates per the web site, and no streaming services to be using, the only thing left for the TV to become is a bot for some murderous spam king. and I want to watch TV on it.
bad enough they play rocketeer before they have worked out their controls. we know they've been setting up for another nuke fizzle with assets watching them mess about their underground test site for months.
to jump boldly ahead with another fizzle ahead of schedule to try and save face... well, shall we say, unpredictable results shall ensue. this time they might have an explosion before they get the bomb out of the handcart.
Cary Sherman apparently lost the use of his ears and eyes at an early age, and has compensated for it by becoming a complete dictatorial moron for the dark side.
not that there's anything wrong with that. oh, hell, yes there is. idiot, most of us have already purchased a use license for media (only crooked lawyers can steal full rights,) and want to utilize the Fair Use Provisions of the Copyright Act to transport this personal entertainment in the most convenient form.
keep demanding full price per thought of usage, fool, and you will wipe out your industry.
I grew up with 'em, back when North Dakota was the world's third largest nuclear power. back in the day, you'd know a Minuteman III carrier or truck of "special material" was going by thanks to the lead and chase trucks in USAF blue.
the jet helicopters overhead within 12 miles at all times had nothing to do with it at all, no, sirree.
there was a time in 79 when my news director and I were sitting on the tailgate of a pickup on the base, waiting for the PR handlers to take us to a story, when I looked around to see a large cone with a pressure gauge on it in the center of the pickup bed. better part of valor was to look away and keep my big ol' 40 pound camera in my lap.
only time I've been closer to The Devil (tm) was a rare tour of a power plant in which we could use the catwalk, walk past the spent fuel pool, and look almost to the bottom of the pressure vessel of a GE nuclear reactor.
all the "top floor folks" need to be tossed on the slide, and they can "Ya-HOOOO" all the way into the dumpster. bunch of hopeless leeches to be burned off, and then corporate doctors can see if there are any veins left to bring this critical case back to life.
the other option is that, the EU standing pat, the rest of the civilized world passes them by. and the EU becomes like Iran, isolated by their own paranoias.
the measured energy produced was not quite enough to reanimate Dear Leader. next they will try adding a D-cell battery to the mix. assuming they can find one that hasn't corroded out.
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"my avatar has brass knuckles. 2 points."
"fool, kneel before me! my avatar has two rocket launchers, 99 energy points, and ten grenades!"
meanwhile, far behind, the $8-an-hour "agents" are hassling a little old lady with a walker and leading another Congressman into the back room holding cells for having a tie clasp.
alternative: customers, not carriers, get the keys to the kingdom. want them to diagnose dropped calls? click that button only. want them to follow your chemtrails? click that button.
and don't install any other buttons, and don't check any other parameters in the phone.
C4L? light version? no wonder Rand Paul wants the TSA out of his pants... .
and the all-new 2013 Tucker will run on air.
RIM is out in the garden at this point with all the other vegetables, and you can write your investment off.
outside of sending Newt up in a space suit with duct tape and a 9-ton oxygen bottle, since he's a spacehead and has lots of free time now, we really need to concentrate on gathering the krep into one place, and putting a blinking electronic "X" on the spot. this is doable, and since everybody is responsible, everybody needs to chip into the pot for a "free" project.
basically a robot dogcatcher with a very fine "net" is needed to close and capture the drifting trash. as to whether any of it is useable... good opportunity for technocrooks. send 'em up in an old Buick with suits, so they have the back seat as a workbench, and let 'em paw through the junkpile. if they can find a way to fly home in a space jitney, they're free.
I am afraid that we have moles in our company, Consolidated Blacksheep LLC, that are feeding infornation on our illegal activities in bid-rigging, international bribery for market position, political fixing, governmental espionage, and all around dirty deeds done dirt cheap. This information, in the right hands, could have a material effect on our profitability. Can you check to see if there is indeed such activity going on? Mr. Cayman Islands, heh, would like to meet with you.
signed,
CEO
you can kill more, more slowly, before anybody catches on, with a dirty bomb.
basically five pounds of nucleide dust hermetically sealed with a bunch of BBs and high explosive.
takes a lot of expertise to send a ballistic missle 2400 miles and hit the equivalent of a Volkswagen for maximum effect with a fission weapon..
takes two gomers sneaking across the border with a backpack and climbing some half-decent TV tower to do the other.
the "internet enabled TV" is another case of "feature phone syndrome." there are no "features" because it's all a walled garden of the Telco's choosing, and everything is another ten bucks a month, forever.
my year-old Samsung LCD is slaved to Yahoo TV streaming. hooo-kay, and if it would have said "Won Hyuk Yuk Yuk" it would make no difference. generic Brand X, forget it.
I haven't plugged into the router because if there are no updates per the web site, and no streaming services to be using, the only thing left for the TV to become is a bot for some murderous spam king. and I want to watch TV on it.
pah. stupid marketers.
back in after 40 years.
bad enough they play rocketeer before they have worked out their controls. we know they've been setting up for another nuke fizzle with assets watching them mess about their underground test site for months.
to jump boldly ahead with another fizzle ahead of schedule to try and save face... well, shall we say, unpredictable results shall ensue. this time they might have an explosion before they get the bomb out of the handcart.
is that the reason that my car is doing 90 in reverse locked in a tight circle, or is my payment due?
YaLost, YaDown, YaGone. coasting too long is fatal to a dotcom.
but I already live in the Jobs Reality Distortion Field!
you can have this car for 2 blondes a month.
your iThingie will play English in the left earpiece, and Quebec French in the right earpiece, or you will be jailed.
if you got your CS skills from matchbook U, there's a job for you at Sony.
or Russian or Lower Slobbovian or Crown Prince of Liberia seeking assistance in returning 500$million from us banks.
or a basement dweller scripting 170,456 votes for write-in U. B. Silly for mayor of Podunk, Kansas.
Cary Sherman apparently lost the use of his ears and eyes at an early age, and has compensated for it by becoming a complete dictatorial moron for the dark side.
not that there's anything wrong with that. oh, hell, yes there is. idiot, most of us have already purchased a use license for media (only crooked lawyers can steal full rights,) and want to utilize the Fair Use Provisions of the Copyright Act to transport this personal entertainment in the most convenient form.
keep demanding full price per thought of usage, fool, and you will wipe out your industry.
and get off my screen with your inanities.
I grew up with 'em, back when North Dakota was the world's third largest nuclear power. back in the day, you'd know a Minuteman III carrier or truck of "special material" was going by thanks to the lead and chase trucks in USAF blue.
the jet helicopters overhead within 12 miles at all times had nothing to do with it at all, no, sirree.
there was a time in 79 when my news director and I were sitting on the tailgate of a pickup on the base, waiting for the PR handlers to take us to a story, when I looked around to see a large cone with a pressure gauge on it in the center of the pickup bed. better part of valor was to look away and keep my big ol' 40 pound camera in my lap.
only time I've been closer to The Devil (tm) was a rare tour of a power plant in which we could use the catwalk, walk past the spent fuel pool, and look almost to the bottom of the pressure vessel of a GE nuclear reactor.
said the Ram pickup, rustily, "I'm ready for my close-up."
will wonders never cease
all the "top floor folks" need to be tossed on the slide, and they can "Ya-HOOOO" all the way into the dumpster. bunch of hopeless leeches to be burned off, and then corporate doctors can see if there are any veins left to bring this critical case back to life.
the other option is that, the EU standing pat, the rest of the civilized world passes them by. and the EU becomes like Iran, isolated by their own paranoias.
the measured energy produced was not quite enough to reanimate Dear Leader. next they will try adding a D-cell battery to the mix. assuming they can find one that hasn't corroded out.
(1) amateur radio signals. by international and national law, no commerce can be conducted on-air by hams.
(2) consensual traditional sex of the "free like beer" variety.
(3) nose picking.
(4) laughing at bureaucrats over any medium, or none except free speech in public air.
(5) Cowboy Neal.