LASER is no longer capitalized? Since when? I realize we tend to use Internet English (one rule of grammar: "fuck it") but when did we start activelt discouraging the use of CAPS LOCK?
I've got a security clearance. Basically, this means that if there's a document that is Classified up to the level I have, I can not look at it. That's not a typo. The other portion to that is that I have to have a "need to know". I can't look at any document I feel like reading.
So, if I a) am cleared to read it and b) I have a need to read it, I can read it. There are forms and tons of bullshit that go with reading a classified document. Part of that bullshit is a debriefing.
If you're a normal person w/o a clearance, you follow a different set of rules than people with a clearance. One of those things is that I have to do -- by law, and not a slap / fine law, but PMITA law -- is report any classified documents that I discover out in the open. (If someone's left it on their desk, I've got to put it in the box, take the box to the room, sign the box in, then fill out the breach paperwork. Fucking sucks...) If you go onto wikileaks, read your guts out. I don't give a fuck. If I go to wikileaks, I've got to report any classified material that I find. It's stupid, but it's the rules. (This is for actual Classified stuff, not some corporate stuff that they want to stamp to make it seem super-secret.)
It's possible that they're just trying to prevent a huge fucking paperwork nightmare. I'm not sure what sort of military value could be attained by banning wikileaks otherwise. Morale, maybe?
I'm just going out on a limb here, Eric, but I don't think that Google requires a lot of photos to find out where you and Dave live. Dave works at UXC, if I'm not mistaken. Are you still at Bluevest?
I know exactly who you guys are and it took me less than five minutes of meatspace time. Imagine a beowulf cluster of me armed with warrants, Google's hardware, and a sense of righteous indignation.
It never happened -- not once did we get asked to leave. I guess if we did, we would have just left. After all, we were there to fix things that people called to complain about or to upgrade existing systems. "Hey, come fix my drain." "Okay." "Why the fuck are you here? Get off my property!" "But you... called us?"
One time I stuck my hand into a drain that had been backing up -- the homeowner had complained that it would end up flooding her basement. The contractor never bothered to hook it up to the storm sewer! (Yeah, I know, we use cameras for that shit now, Moby Dick.) That made her day, since she got the contractor out and cost him a few grand in retrofitting.
Also, the city owns a lot of the land and lets you use it. Your first ten feet, for example, is likely owned by the city as an easement. If I'm on the easement, I don't have to leave. You can't exactly ask someone to get off their own property when it's public land. I guess if you were a real prick about it we'd call in a backhoe, park it on our side, and then dig up the top part. Then we'd wander around on our land while your yard is sitting in a pile outside your back door.;)
No, seriously, if someone did ask us to leave then we'd just leave. Back at city hall, we'd just put a note on their file and then when they called to complain about the next thing we'd tell them that we have to get requests in writing, sent by certified mail.
Because after all, fuck it, I'm not going to go stick my hand (or camera) in the drain while the homeowner is screaming / shooting at me to leave while his dog is biting me in the ass.
I don't understand why you wouldn't have just used your Kung-Fu skills to knock us out, then carry us back to City Hall, all while your supermodel girlfriend blows you.
My understanding -- and I'm Canadian so all I know about your Constitution is tangential -- is that the Constitution is a set of guidelines that gives the government certain powers. If it's not on the list, they can't do it. Thus, if your Founding Fathers didn't think of satellites getting aerial images, then it's not important because the government doesn't have the right to do those things.
Again, I could be confusing your Constitution with the Amendments of your Bill of Rights, but as I said, I'm not from the US.
Years ago as a co-op student I worked as an Engineering Assistant for the city where I live. We had to go into people's yards all the time. We checked drains, sewers, sidewalks, easements, measured grades, took drinks from the taps (water samples if anyone asked) and made sure people were obeying bylaws. (The last one was only if we happened to see something like an absurdly green lawn during water restrictions or endangered trees being chopped down.)
You don't own any part of your land but the top. The rest belongs to the government. They can go in and look at their land any time they want. Look it up.
I wrote the code for the Project LIfesaver transmitters. They help people who have wandered away from care. THe average response time is within 30 minutes. (The alternative is to be found later, usually after dying of exposure.)
Or say, an out-of-control car crashes into their top/bottom stroller. The younger one, still in his carseat (just a few months old) goes flying and lands on the street. The car crashes into the wall, pinning the other mom (that my wife was walking with) against the wall. The car then drops onto the broken stroller, landing on the older child. The car slams into reverse, dragging the older child back 30 feet. This releases the other mom from the wall, and she falls onto the ground. She's got her kid in a backpack plus two others in a front/back stroller.
The closest ambulance station was about 500 meters away and they sent everybody. The two moms and five kids all got taken to the hospital. My parents were taken the chapel instead of the waiting room. I got to see my kids in gurneys and neck collars. They looked really little. Really little.
Everyone went home that night. They were both given stuffed animals. We celebrate the stuffies' "birthday" every year.
They want higher taxes so they get more grants. With more grants, they get more research time, to show that there's even MORE global warming. Thus, taxes increase even more until the only people who have any money are scientists working in the field of Global Warming.
With all the money, they have a better chance of attracting a mate, thus increasing their chances of reproduction.
Well, they play with LEGO all the time. (There's an xkcd reference here, but I can't check it at work to get the URL.)
But yes, you are technically correct that my kids are not making the decision. I would hope that they get the chance to observe my actions over the course of their childhood and learn to act with decency towards their fellow human beings, rather than being pedantic about how you can never really make decisions.;)
I have specifically requested that there is nothing left of me to bury or burn. Once I'm dead I will have no further use of this meatbag and anyone who wants a piece of it can have it. Hang my skeleton in a medical school and show future generations of doctors what bones look like. Let my heart pump blood in a teenager's body and let someone break it. Open my eyes to see another sunrise. Have my skin feel a gentle touch again after someone's had a bad burn. My kidneys and liver would love to have another drink -- and this one's on me. I'm not sure what my spleen does, but I'm pretty sure there's someone lying in a hospital bed who does. Likewise, there's a kid with lukemia who's dying for a little bit of bone marrow.
When there's nothing else left that someone wants, burn it and use it to fertilize an apple tree. Bake me a pie and serve it with ice cream.
First, in order to put someone in jail, you have to be able to prove beyond a reasonable doubt that they did, in fact, commit the crime. That means you have to have evidence that they actually did the crime, that the don't have an alibi, and have all the evidence admissible in court.
"But my computer was compromised too!" would be a decent defence. How can you get around this? You'd have to track the commands for the botnet and trace each one back to a physical location. You'd then have to prove that whats-his-name was actually at that location at each of those times. Did he use an unsecured wifi hotspot all the time? Did he use his home address? Work? Is there a pattern that points to one individual or group of individuals?
"I don't computer much." So now you have to prove that he's got the skills to actually work the botnet himself, or have the case tossed out or not get to conviction. You'd have to watch the guy actually working. Is he a computer programmer at his day job? Does he have a degree in CS?
It takes a long time to build a solid case. How long did it take for the Unibomber to get to trial? The FBI searched his 10 x 10 shack for six months. What about Robert Pickton? They're still looking through his farm. Things don't get solved in 30 minutes with a pretty bow.
Close. I've only been hit once, and that was by another bike.
I take a fair bit of time tuning my bike and pay special attention to the brakes. I can stop from full speed (20-30km/h) in about a length - length and a half. Yep, that fast. The tires grip and the brakes have a hair trigger. (You want to talk contact patches?)
I stopped dead cold when a car wasn't decelerating fast enough (there's a bike trail that has a few side-streets crossing it; there are stop signs for car traffic, but I trust them as far as I can throw them, and given that they are bolted to signposts that are cemented into the ground, that is "not at all") and I was rear-ended by a 90-pound woman on a road bike. She tacoed her front wheel and broke the clip for one of my lights. She was drafting behind me and didn't call out to let me know.
I then accidentally ended up blinding her because when I turned to ask her if she was okay, I gave her 2W of Blaze right in the eyes. (I call that light "The Intimidator"; you don't want to know about "Dr. Throw")
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I USE CAPS LOCK AT WORK FOR DRAFTING.
No, seriously, I do have it on most of the time at work, but that's because it's for work. I'm not usually ready TO UNLEASH THE FURY.
LASER is no longer capitalized? Since when? I realize we tend to use Internet English (one rule of grammar: "fuck it") but when did we start activelt discouraging the use of CAPS LOCK?
Dude, I'm 33 years old. I'm married and I've got two kids.
It has been years since anyone has been interested in my genitals, and I kind of miss the attention.
Here's the deal.
I've got a security clearance. Basically, this means that if there's a document that is Classified up to the level I have, I can not look at it. That's not a typo. The other portion to that is that I have to have a "need to know". I can't look at any document I feel like reading.
So, if I a) am cleared to read it and b) I have a need to read it, I can read it. There are forms and tons of bullshit that go with reading a classified document. Part of that bullshit is a debriefing.
If you're a normal person w/o a clearance, you follow a different set of rules than people with a clearance. One of those things is that I have to do -- by law, and not a slap / fine law, but PMITA law -- is report any classified documents that I discover out in the open. (If someone's left it on their desk, I've got to put it in the box, take the box to the room, sign the box in, then fill out the breach paperwork. Fucking sucks...) If you go onto wikileaks, read your guts out. I don't give a fuck. If I go to wikileaks, I've got to report any classified material that I find. It's stupid, but it's the rules. (This is for actual Classified stuff, not some corporate stuff that they want to stamp to make it seem super-secret.)
It's possible that they're just trying to prevent a huge fucking paperwork nightmare. I'm not sure what sort of military value could be attained by banning wikileaks otherwise. Morale, maybe?
I'm just going out on a limb here, Eric, but I don't think that Google requires a lot of photos to find out where you and Dave live. Dave works at UXC, if I'm not mistaken. Are you still at Bluevest?
I know exactly who you guys are and it took me less than five minutes of meatspace time. Imagine a beowulf cluster of me armed with warrants, Google's hardware, and a sense of righteous indignation.
It never happened -- not once did we get asked to leave. I guess if we did, we would have just left. After all, we were there to fix things that people called to complain about or to upgrade existing systems. "Hey, come fix my drain." "Okay." "Why the fuck are you here? Get off my property!" "But you... called us?"
One time I stuck my hand into a drain that had been backing up -- the homeowner had complained that it would end up flooding her basement. The contractor never bothered to hook it up to the storm sewer! (Yeah, I know, we use cameras for that shit now, Moby Dick.) That made her day, since she got the contractor out and cost him a few grand in retrofitting.
Also, the city owns a lot of the land and lets you use it. Your first ten feet, for example, is likely owned by the city as an easement. If I'm on the easement, I don't have to leave. You can't exactly ask someone to get off their own property when it's public land. I guess if you were a real prick about it we'd call in a backhoe, park it on our side, and then dig up the top part. Then we'd wander around on our land while your yard is sitting in a pile outside your back door. ;)
No, seriously, if someone did ask us to leave then we'd just leave. Back at city hall, we'd just put a note on their file and then when they called to complain about the next thing we'd tell them that we have to get requests in writing, sent by certified mail.
Because after all, fuck it, I'm not going to go stick my hand (or camera) in the drain while the homeowner is screaming / shooting at me to leave while his dog is biting me in the ass.
Is that good or bad?
I don't understand why you wouldn't have just used your Kung-Fu skills to knock us out, then carry us back to City Hall, all while your supermodel girlfriend blows you.
DDT
My understanding -- and I'm Canadian so all I know about your Constitution is tangential -- is that the Constitution is a set of guidelines that gives the government certain powers. If it's not on the list, they can't do it. Thus, if your Founding Fathers didn't think of satellites getting aerial images, then it's not important because the government doesn't have the right to do those things.
Again, I could be confusing your Constitution with the Amendments of your Bill of Rights, but as I said, I'm not from the US.
Yes, in fact, it is their job.
Years ago as a co-op student I worked as an Engineering Assistant for the city where I live. We had to go into people's yards all the time. We checked drains, sewers, sidewalks, easements, measured grades, took drinks from the taps (water samples if anyone asked) and made sure people were obeying bylaws. (The last one was only if we happened to see something like an absurdly green lawn during water restrictions or endangered trees being chopped down.)
You don't own any part of your land but the top. The rest belongs to the government. They can go in and look at their land any time they want. Look it up.
Also, it's a fucking pool so you can't hide it.
I wrote the code for the Project LIfesaver transmitters. They help people who have wandered away from care. THe average response time is within 30 minutes. (The alternative is to be found later, usually after dying of exposure.)
It has saved thousands of lives.
Actually, no, one of the things my wife and I talked about was donating child-sized organs if something happened to our kids.
A small consolation to losing your child would be that 6 or more other kids would get to live. We came close to losing them both once.
Sometimes I tell jokes.
Sometimes the jokes are funny.
Or say, an out-of-control car crashes into their top/bottom stroller. The younger one, still in his carseat (just a few months old) goes flying and lands on the street. The car crashes into the wall, pinning the other mom (that my wife was walking with) against the wall. The car then drops onto the broken stroller, landing on the older child. The car slams into reverse, dragging the older child back 30 feet. This releases the other mom from the wall, and she falls onto the ground. She's got her kid in a backpack plus two others in a front/back stroller.
The closest ambulance station was about 500 meters away and they sent everybody. The two moms and five kids all got taken to the hospital. My parents were taken the chapel instead of the waiting room. I got to see my kids in gurneys and neck collars. They looked really little. Really little.
Everyone went home that night. They were both given stuffed animals. We celebrate the stuffies' "birthday" every year.
This actually happened in real life.
They want higher taxes so they get more grants. With more grants, they get more research time, to show that there's even MORE global warming. Thus, taxes increase even more until the only people who have any money are scientists working in the field of Global Warming.
With all the money, they have a better chance of attracting a mate, thus increasing their chances of reproduction.
OH MY SCIENCE IT IS ALL COMING TRUE.
Sure.
A/S/L?
I'd be honoured.
Well, they play with LEGO all the time. (There's an xkcd reference here, but I can't check it at work to get the URL.)
But yes, you are technically correct that my kids are not making the decision. I would hope that they get the chance to observe my actions over the course of their childhood and learn to act with decency towards their fellow human beings, rather than being pedantic about how you can never really make decisions. ;)
I am an organ donor.
I have specifically requested that there is nothing left of me to bury or burn. Once I'm dead I will have no further use of this meatbag and anyone who wants a piece of it can have it. Hang my skeleton in a medical school and show future generations of doctors what bones look like. Let my heart pump blood in a teenager's body and let someone break it. Open my eyes to see another sunrise. Have my skin feel a gentle touch again after someone's had a bad burn. My kidneys and liver would love to have another drink -- and this one's on me. I'm not sure what my spleen does, but I'm pretty sure there's someone lying in a hospital bed who does. Likewise, there's a kid with lukemia who's dying for a little bit of bone marrow.
When there's nothing else left that someone wants, burn it and use it to fertilize an apple tree. Bake me a pie and serve it with ice cream.
My wife is an organ donor.
My children (6 and 4) are organ donors.
Fuckin' n00b.
tracert [ip_address] -realworld -display_location_as_flashing_red_dot_on_googlemaps_API
RTFM.
Life isn't like 24, Law and Order, or Hackers.
First, in order to put someone in jail, you have to be able to prove beyond a reasonable doubt that they did, in fact, commit the crime. That means you have to have evidence that they actually did the crime, that the don't have an alibi, and have all the evidence admissible in court.
"But my computer was compromised too!" would be a decent defence. How can you get around this? You'd have to track the commands for the botnet and trace each one back to a physical location. You'd then have to prove that whats-his-name was actually at that location at each of those times. Did he use an unsecured wifi hotspot all the time? Did he use his home address? Work? Is there a pattern that points to one individual or group of individuals?
"I don't computer much." So now you have to prove that he's got the skills to actually work the botnet himself, or have the case tossed out or not get to conviction. You'd have to watch the guy actually working. Is he a computer programmer at his day job? Does he have a degree in CS?
It takes a long time to build a solid case. How long did it take for the Unibomber to get to trial? The FBI searched his 10 x 10 shack for six months. What about Robert Pickton? They're still looking through his farm. Things don't get solved in 30 minutes with a pretty bow.
THATS THE JOKE
Wow, that's so douchey that reading the article means I can skip my shower today. Thanks!
Close. I've only been hit once, and that was by another bike.
I take a fair bit of time tuning my bike and pay special attention to the brakes. I can stop from full speed (20-30km/h) in about a length - length and a half. Yep, that fast. The tires grip and the brakes have a hair trigger. (You want to talk contact patches?)
I stopped dead cold when a car wasn't decelerating fast enough (there's a bike trail that has a few side-streets crossing it; there are stop signs for car traffic, but I trust them as far as I can throw them, and given that they are bolted to signposts that are cemented into the ground, that is "not at all") and I was rear-ended by a 90-pound woman on a road bike. She tacoed her front wheel and broke the clip for one of my lights. She was drafting behind me and didn't call out to let me know.
I then accidentally ended up blinding her because when I turned to ask her if she was okay, I gave her 2W of Blaze right in the eyes. (I call that light "The Intimidator"; you don't want to know about "Dr. Throw")