*cough* And here is Part 1 of 2 (all the way back from 1993 and before.. note: at that time, I updated it a little, but I did not write it):
Message-ID:
Newsgroup: alt.tv.dinosaurs.barney.die.die.die
Organization: Macalester College
DAY OF THE BARNEY
Mrs. Thompson kissed her two children, Jenny and Robby, and sat them before the
television set. Their eyes widened and gleamed as the picture faded in,
revealing the one who had become a dear and cherished friend over the last few
months. Mrs. Thompson smiled at their captivated wonder, and went to the
kitchen to prepare dinner. As she readied the vegetables for stir-fry, she
peered into the living room and watched the blubbery, purple dinosaur prance
and roll across the screen.
"Silly fat reptile," she muttered, and went back to her preparations.
If Jenny and Robby were annoyed by her remark, they made no sign of it.
Instead, they listened and watched in rapt attention to Barney the Dinosaur,
who was being broadcast live from the nation's capital. The plaza was filled
with thousands of wide-eyed youths, who wriggled and squirmed for a closer look
at the Purple One. Off to the wings, the green dinosaur known as Baby Bop
giggled and preened, occasionally blowing a kiss to the children in the crowd.
Finally, following a light song and dance about sharing, Barney sauntered up to
the podium and spoke:
"Hello, all my friends out there! I'm so happy you could make it to my special
concert. Have I told you lately how much I love you?"
Children worldwide simultaneously burst, "I love you too, Barney!"
The Purple One giggled and for a moment appeared to blush. "Love is such a
wonderful thing. Especially the love you and I share for each other. I also
want you to know how much of a special friend you are to me. Are you my friend
also?"
The response was thunderous, rising from the kids in the plaza, across the
living rooms scattered across the nation.
"YES!!!"
"Well, that's wonderful!" reeled Barney. "But do you know what, kids? I have
something really, really sad to tell you." He sighed, letting his immense,
dead eyes roll to the floor. "Not everyone is Barney's friend....some people
don't even want you to be my friend."
Protests and cries began to rise collectively within the entranced mass. The
Beast of Purple quieted them with a raise of his hand. He continued:
"There are people who don't want me to love you, and want to take you away from
me. These people are very bad, and want to hurt your loving friend Barney.
Some of them may be people who are very close to you. But do you know what?"
The audience of children silently yet anxiously awaited the answer. An unholy
stillness had fallen upon the crowd. Many of the adults began to feel
isolated, targeted.....unwelcome.
"None of them, not a single one, loves you as much as I do. I'm your only real
friend in the world. I really love you, I do! But these bad people don't.
Some of them may be your neighbors. Some of them may be your teachers. And
some of them....."
"Who, Barney, who?!?" shrieked a young girl from a barricade.
"...some of them may be _your_ parents!"
Children began screaming and crying instantaneously, their teeth and fists
clenched in rage. Security guards who had been trying to keep the children
back behind the lines began to fidget uneasily, as the sea of wide-eyed,
growling, gurgling children began rising against them. Some guards broke from
the line and ran down the street, screaming frantically. Others tried to push
the youngsters back but were pulled in by grasping, clawing hands.
The cries were horrible.
One guard, as he was being simultaneously crushed and pulled apart by the
mindless horde, looked back upon the stage. The Purple One and his green
sidekick were laughing and dancing demonically about the platform, which was
now spattered with blood and torn clothing. Next moment the world went dark
and the guard was lost forever amidst the torrent of violence and unholy
chanting...
I love you, you love me.....let me have your family.....with
a quick stab or kick, we'll set the children free....don't you
know you were meant for me.....
Mrs. Thompson finished washing the vegetables and figured either Jenny or Robby
could take out the trash. She walked out into the living room only to notice
the children were gone and the TV station was giving a dull, whining tone and a
test pattern.
"Jenny? Robby? Are you here anywhere?"
Perhaps they've gone outside, she thought. She returned to the kitchen and
looked upon the counter. Her tinsel-steel paring and slicing knives were gone.
But they were there just a moment ago, she thought. Then, just as a flash of
steel slashed across her legs and another just above her waist, she heard a
muffled giggle and caught a glimpse of purple and green out the corner of her
eye. She collapsed into a pile of her own entrails and blood, her life seeping
into the tile. As the world faded to a lifeless grey, she heard a familiar
tune sung by two familiar voices...
"I love you, you love me... Let us join with Lord Barney... With a great big kiss and
hug, from me to you.... Let's purge the world of adults too...."
I don't want to ring the bel on other groups, so I won't name them... but @Home missed a LOT of other groups that deal with he same topics... Just do a quick search on several of the topics and you'll notice a few more... Why didn't they go after those too? As long as I can keep downloading my MST3k, Duckman, Internet Slutts and other TV episodes (that I honestly can't get from where I live), then I'm happy...
It's a fairly recent group (a year or so) that packages movies from other groups and converts/compresses them into their own little format for easy downloading... What with DivX around, though, they've mostly been trumped. Of course, I only know this from third-hand knowledge... *cough*
>Actually, it is strongly believed that Jesus was
>an actual person whom existed, though whether he
>even remotely resembled (in action, not
>appearance) the Jesus described today is
>concidered extremely unlikely.
All I can think of is: "He has given us... a shoe!" - Fanatics, "Life of Brian" (Monty Python)
If anyone cares, you can check out the translation of the site using Babelfish by going to: http://babel.altavista.com/urltrurl?lp=ja_en&url=h ttp%3A%2F%2Fslashdot.ne.jp%2F
Not mind blowing, but would be interesting to keep an eye on...;-)
(Oh, and the About says it started May 28th - even though the older articles section goes back to the 25th... tsktsk)
Actually, PC Gamer did review Ultima IX the way you mentioned, and gave it a strong 80%, stating things like "Playing Ultima IX is one of the most immersive experiences you'll ever have on your PC" and "one of the best roleplaying games ever created."
Uh, dude, if you don't know yet, the words within the double-quotes that are italized are NOT from the Hemos, but from the submitter of the story - in this case, blitzrage (hence, "blitzrage writes", as in, he/she wrote the following within the quotes). Anyhoo....
The way I see it: If Rob, or anyone else who has such a role in society, can't be bothered to correct known, and rather simple to fix, mistakes - what else is he/she/it not bothering to fix? I'm not saying it's Bad(tm) to have a couple of errors here and there, but being lazy about it does annoy me...
I mean, if CNN started having a ton of basic spelling/grammar errors, wouldn't readership/viewership/etc. not be as trusting? I don't know about the rest of you, but I would start to feel a little mistrusting... *shrug* Maybe I just feel that public figures should try a little harder sometimes............
It's one thing to be forced to update your software to fix the company's mistakes, but it's a completely different thing to be forced to pay for an entirely new piece of software that may or may not add/remove things you want... (Imagine if people were forced to move from NT4 to 2000? That'd woulda caused havoc...)
Whatever happened to the old saying, "If it ain't broke, don't fix it." ? Why should a company who has a perfectly working system be -forced- to spend more money on not only the software, but on training, upgrading time, etc.?
Just to bring out an example, that story on Slashdot a while back where the university's serve was left inside a wall for 4 or so years... It obviously worked flawlessly for that time (since they never even bothered to look for it), so why should they have to buy something new?
Uh, dude, he may be trolling in a general sense, but get your facts straight... Wal-Mart uses third world child labour to create some of its products (mainly products that come from China).
Considering what's happened (twice) to one of Canada's most wired cities, Ottawa, I'd definitely like some redundancy. First, it was an animal that supposedly bit into the only cable connecting all of us 300,000 Rogers@Home users (including businesses), then some thieves cut the wire again stopping all access to the 'Net, and only two weeks after that, the line was cut again (I don't have a link and I can't remember from what)... so, basically, three times a single wire was cut, taking access away from over 300,000 people... another single OC cable would have solved all the problems... ugh.
I have a very nice quality 5-piece flat planel setup at home... the four flat tweeters around my system sound extremely good, even when cranked up very high... What makes these so unbelievable?
Slashdot Mirror
*cough* And here is Part 1 of 2 (all the way back from 1993 and before.. note: at that time, I updated it a little, but I did not write it):
Message-ID:
Newsgroup: alt.tv.dinosaurs.barney.die.die.die
Organization: Macalester College
DAY OF THE BARNEY
Mrs. Thompson kissed her two children, Jenny and Robby, and sat them before the
television set. Their eyes widened and gleamed as the picture faded in,
revealing the one who had become a dear and cherished friend over the last few
months. Mrs. Thompson smiled at their captivated wonder, and went to the
kitchen to prepare dinner. As she readied the vegetables for stir-fry, she
peered into the living room and watched the blubbery, purple dinosaur prance
and roll across the screen.
"Silly fat reptile," she muttered, and went back to her preparations.
If Jenny and Robby were annoyed by her remark, they made no sign of it.
Instead, they listened and watched in rapt attention to Barney the Dinosaur,
who was being broadcast live from the nation's capital. The plaza was filled
with thousands of wide-eyed youths, who wriggled and squirmed for a closer look
at the Purple One. Off to the wings, the green dinosaur known as Baby Bop
giggled and preened, occasionally blowing a kiss to the children in the crowd.
Finally, following a light song and dance about sharing, Barney sauntered up to
the podium and spoke:
"Hello, all my friends out there! I'm so happy you could make it to my special
concert. Have I told you lately how much I love you?"
Children worldwide simultaneously burst, "I love you too, Barney!"
The Purple One giggled and for a moment appeared to blush. "Love is such a
wonderful thing. Especially the love you and I share for each other. I also
want you to know how much of a special friend you are to me. Are you my friend
also?"
The response was thunderous, rising from the kids in the plaza, across the
living rooms scattered across the nation.
"YES!!!"
"Well, that's wonderful!" reeled Barney. "But do you know what, kids? I have
something really, really sad to tell you." He sighed, letting his immense,
dead eyes roll to the floor. "Not everyone is Barney's friend....some people
don't even want you to be my friend."
Protests and cries began to rise collectively within the entranced mass. The
Beast of Purple quieted them with a raise of his hand. He continued:
"There are people who don't want me to love you, and want to take you away from
me. These people are very bad, and want to hurt your loving friend Barney.
Some of them may be people who are very close to you. But do you know what?"
The audience of children silently yet anxiously awaited the answer. An unholy
stillness had fallen upon the crowd. Many of the adults began to feel
isolated, targeted.....unwelcome.
"None of them, not a single one, loves you as much as I do. I'm your only real
friend in the world. I really love you, I do! But these bad people don't.
Some of them may be your neighbors. Some of them may be your teachers. And
some of them....."
"Who, Barney, who?!?" shrieked a young girl from a barricade.
"...some of them may be _your_ parents!"
Children began screaming and crying instantaneously, their teeth and fists
clenched in rage. Security guards who had been trying to keep the children
back behind the lines began to fidget uneasily, as the sea of wide-eyed,
growling, gurgling children began rising against them. Some guards broke from
the line and ran down the street, screaming frantically. Others tried to push
the youngsters back but were pulled in by grasping, clawing hands.
The cries were horrible.
One guard, as he was being simultaneously crushed and pulled apart by the
mindless horde, looked back upon the stage. The Purple One and his green
sidekick were laughing and dancing demonically about the platform, which was
now spattered with blood and torn clothing. Next moment the world went dark
and the guard was lost forever amidst the torrent of violence and unholy
chanting...
I love you, you love me.....let me have your family.....with
a quick stab or kick, we'll set the children free....don't you
know you were meant for me.....
Mrs. Thompson finished washing the vegetables and figured either Jenny or Robby
could take out the trash. She walked out into the living room only to notice
the children were gone and the TV station was giving a dull, whining tone and a
test pattern.
"Jenny? Robby? Are you here anywhere?"
Perhaps they've gone outside, she thought. She returned to the kitchen and
looked upon the counter. Her tinsel-steel paring and slicing knives were gone.
But they were there just a moment ago, she thought. Then, just as a flash of
steel slashed across her legs and another just above her waist, she heard a
muffled giggle and caught a glimpse of purple and green out the corner of her
eye. She collapsed into a pile of her own entrails and blood, her life seeping
into the tile. As the world faded to a lifeless grey, she heard a familiar
tune sung by two familiar voices...
"I love you, you love me... Let us join with Lord Barney... With a great big kiss and
hug, from me to you.... Let's purge the world of adults too...."
Mrs. Thompson stopped breathing.
"He's NOT a silly fat reptile!"
I don't want to ring the bel on other groups, so I won't name them ... but @Home missed a LOT of other groups that deal with he same topics... Just do a quick search on several of the topics and you'll notice a few more... Why didn't they go after those too? As long as I can keep downloading my MST3k, Duckman, Internet Slutts and other TV episodes (that I honestly can't get from where I live), then I'm happy...
First few minutes... suuuuurree....
Although it annoysme too... (I'll have to listen to my friends grumbl. yeah, that's it), I definitely think they have every right.
It's a fairly recent group (a year or so) that packages movies from other groups and converts/compresses them into their own little format for easy downloading... What with DivX around, though, they've mostly been trumped. Of course, I only know this from third-hand knowledge... *cough*
Same thing with Rogers@Home in Canada... maybe it'll take them a bit longer?
>Actually, it is strongly believed that Jesus was
>an actual person whom existed, though whether he
>even remotely resembled (in action, not
>appearance) the Jesus described today is
>concidered extremely unlikely.
All I can think of is: "He has given us... a shoe!" - Fanatics, "Life of Brian" (Monty Python)
Here's a great summary of the architecture for people (like me) who aren't engineers on HardOCP: http://www.hardocp.com/articles/nforce/index.html
... who _really_ cares?)
Also, in addition, I personally really like AnandTech, so here's a link to his detailed article: http://www.anandtech.com/showdoc.html?i=1484
(And no, I'm not a 'karma whore'
Luckily, the movie is still supposed to come out... Check here and especially here for more information on it...
Going through some bumps, though...
The site wasn't an official site (sanctioned by Seven Arts)... Check out Director File for more information on the movie...
Stability of NT? You haven't tried it, have you? Ugh... a good 1/3rd of my software doesn't run on it at all or well...
If anyone cares, you can check out the translation of the site using Babelfish by going to: http://babel.altavista.com/urltrurl?lp=ja_en&url=h ttp%3A%2F%2Fslashdot.ne.jp%2F
;-)
Not mind blowing, but would be interesting to keep an eye on...
(Oh, and the About says it started May 28th - even though the older articles section goes back to the 25th... tsktsk)
Er, if you look in their Older Articles section you'll see it started in May 25... Good guess though.
So you want SPAM, SPAM, SPAM, SPAM, SPAM, SPAM, SPAM, SPAM, SPAM, SPAM, SPAM, and SPAM?
*cue vikings*
According to the linked story, "They didn't even have the courtesy to wait until the six month period was complete before raising the prices."
Actually, it's:
H"ave you ever danced with the devil in the pale moonlight?"
But anyway...
Actually, PC Gamer did review Ultima IX the way you mentioned, and gave it a strong 80%, stating things like "Playing Ultima IX is one of the most immersive experiences you'll ever have on your PC" and "one of the best roleplaying games ever created."
http://www.pcgamer.com/reviews/reviews_592.html
Uh, dude, if you don't know yet, the words within the double-quotes that are italized are NOT from the Hemos, but from the submitter of the story - in this case, blitzrage (hence, "blitzrage writes", as in, he/she wrote the following within the quotes). Anyhoo....
I agree totally...
The way I see it: If Rob, or anyone else who has such a role in society, can't be bothered to correct known, and rather simple to fix, mistakes - what else is he/she/it not bothering to fix? I'm not saying it's Bad(tm) to have a couple of errors here and there, but being lazy about it does annoy me...
I mean, if CNN started having a ton of basic spelling/grammar errors, wouldn't readership/viewership/etc. not be as trusting? I don't know about the rest of you, but I would start to feel a little mistrusting... *shrug* Maybe I just feel that public figures should try a little harder sometimes............
It's one thing to be forced to update your software to fix the company's mistakes, but it's a completely different thing to be forced to pay for an entirely new piece of software that may or may not add/remove things you want... (Imagine if people were forced to move from NT4 to 2000? That'd woulda caused havoc...)
Whatever happened to the old saying, "If it ain't broke, don't fix it." ? Why should a company who has a perfectly working system be -forced- to spend more money on not only the software, but on training, upgrading time, etc.?
Just to bring out an example, that story on Slashdot a while back where the university's serve was left inside a wall for 4 or so years... It obviously worked flawlessly for that time (since they never even bothered to look for it), so why should they have to buy something new?
Too bad it stinks like crazy... and having dozens of those together in one small area would, well, smell a lot worse then it does now..... *shrug*
General laws that Wal-Mart has broken:
Considering what's happened (twice) to one of Canada's most wired cities, Ottawa, I'd definitely like some redundancy. First, it was an animal that supposedly bit into the only cable connecting all of us 300,000 Rogers@Home users (including businesses), then some thieves cut the wire again stopping all access to the 'Net, and only two weeks after that, the line was cut again (I don't have a link and I can't remember from what)... so, basically, three times a single wire was cut, taking access away from over 300,000 people... another single OC cable would have solved all the problems... ugh.
(or maybe Rogers@Home is just bad... hmmm)
I have a very nice quality 5-piece flat planel setup at home ... the four flat tweeters around my system sound extremely good, even when cranked up very high... What makes these so unbelievable?
You're absolutely right, I honestly meant to spell it Stradavarius but I guess I wasn't paying attention - oops.