Nah, that's the wrong way to go... Notice that the 'low-end' system was still spankin' new hardware which probably ran well into four digits. The lovely thing about Linux is that you can run a web server (not slashdot, I'm sure, but a web server) on a sub-$1k box. Obsolete hardware is obsolete no more. _This_ is Linux's main source of strength.
Of course, that doesn't mean it wouldn't hurt to beef up the scalability, and that's what's planned for 2.4/3.0 anyhoo...
Excuse me, I think you must have made a type... _buy_ the _beta_? No. Nononono. Aargh! Isn't the POINT of beta software to give out free copies to guinea pigs who will then report bugs and so on? They make people _pay_ to beta test?
But Metcalfe makes one additional glaring mistake: he entirely ignores collaboration. If you look through the article again, he seems to think that the kernel was written _entirely_ by Linus, emacs _entirely_ by RMS, in the wee hours of the morning. He pays no heed to the fact that the collaboration put into, say, KDE or even the kernel itself must rival the number of people involved in the development of any commercial product.
Or, perhaps, do. But remember that pirated music doesn't really hurt the band, who usually get $1-2 per CD, and so must stay on tour.
Personally, I'm boycotting CDs, in light of the RIAA's Gestapo tactics. Come on people, there's not really a moral issue here: the RIAA is a dinosaur, it chooses what music _you_ listen to, and MP3 itself is unstoppable.
Maybe the debates are related, but MP3 doesn't make me feel like I'm cheating someone.
Pair production is irrelevant here. Energy creates the pair. The pair are antiparticles, but their total mass is positive. As has been said somewhere above, even antimatter has positive mass. Hence, it has positive energy. And so I still have no idea how negative energy is created. (The preceding sentence seems to violate the First Law of thermodynamics, too.)
This is all going to happen again. Anyone reading this recognizes it. Turn turn turn, UK gets its head out of the sand just as AU's putting it back there. I remember the fluff some folks were spewing around here (US) a while back about escrow. And we complain when China steals our secrets. Feh.
Whew. Ramble. More cogently: I suppose it's good to have another nation enjoying free e-commerce. (Buzzword! Slap me!) But make no mistake, they'll be back again soon.
Telecom is a great and wondrous thing, with no stupid laws needed, unless you're a moron. But then again, look who we all elect...
If you're talking about the things with the three eye-stalks (probably not, but I might as well make the comment) they were in the Mos Eisley Cantina. There were a whole buttload of different races shown in the Cantina and Jabba's Palace scenes way back when...
Heh... does anybody remember when someone's q3 page put out a messageboard under IIS using VB? Each post-process ate 4 MB of memory, 'cause of M$ Bl0aT. Crashed a dual P2-450 w/512 MB RAM in about a half-hour of moderate posting.
MS is bloated. It requires bloated hardware. It eats resources. It crashes. And it sometimes looks pretty, but not too often.
I went into Wal-Mart recently. Had the snot scared out of me. Everywhere, TPM stuff, especially clothing.
All this just serves to take attention away from the movie. I'm imposing on myself a no-more rule. I saw the trailers. Nothing more. I'm going into the theater clean in a week or two. No reading the book. No listening to the book-on-tape. No reading endless possible-spoilers.
All I can do is hope against hope that TPM can live up to the other episodes.
I don't really see the gov't taking over UO transactions, unless they get much bigger. But remember the moderators from AOL? How would it sound to share in a 'pot' skimmed from all sales of, say, seven percent, and have insane moderator-style powers, all for a promise you won't abuse your power, and will help out the 'nouveau elite'?
I'm a HS senior. I had a semi-normal early childhood. People stopped talking to me around the third grade, I came home from school crying a lot. Middle school was awful. Nobody talked to me, this fat kid beat me up, and the only girl I could work up the courage to talk to treated me like I had ebola.
First two years of high school: I sat at a table alone (well, first half of freshman year there was a geek table, but all the geeks vanished for parts unknown) until I started to talk to people again towards the end of my junior year.
I have a place at a lunch table, but I still don't talk much. I sometimes ask myself why I bother. But I sit there, every day. I _should_ be at that table -- the valedictorian is there, the people who don't do drugs and try to succeed are there, but I don't belong. The other end of the cafeteria houses the delinquents, who listen to some of the same music, don't pull a shocked expression when I tell them that I got sloshed over the weekend, and won't slap me for swearing. (Figuratively. Physical violence is _so_ proletarian.) But I don't belong with them either.
I have a reputation for being clever, mostly because I do well on standardized testing. But I have weakness. Oh, the weakness. I'm meek as can be, but I pissed off the wrong people in March of my sophomore year. Luckily, they were a grade ahead of me, but a year and a half of constantly looking over my shoulder was enough to probably scar me for the forseeable future. I still get nervous when I'm on foot and hear a car approaching from behind. That time, a year and a half, was my personal darkest hour. The hick behind me in one class offered to buy me an assassin. (He's a habitual liar, of course, but that kind of thinking didn't enter into my mind.) I told him I wanted it. And that was my moment of weakness, my absolute lowest point.
If I had refrained from violence, it was from fear. Those two boys had no fear. They sensed their own doom and made the most of it.
I thought I sensed my own doom. But the troublemakers were shipped off to delinquent school. I have a girlfriend (I didn't see the point in it before, but it's the greatest damn thing in the world.) I have self-confidence. (Sort of. My people skills still aren't entirely up to snuff -- when I'm outgoing, it's forced. But at least I _want_ to be sociable.)
I can understand the hopelessness and abject pain those boys were in. And there were times when the only thing stopping me from violence was my own weakness.
I see an unspoken thread in the posts, and I say it here, aloud. I am not so different from those two boys. Insanity? A word to say 'hey, that's not me, never me.'
And the racism? There's not nice way to put this. Ethnic people (if you don't check 'white' on the survey card, you're ethnic) in my town are recvent immigrants. The vast majority live in the projects. And are poor. And have no future. And become bullies. It's a small leap to associate dark skin with that behavior when it's constantly reinforced.
And the slaying of people who were debatably innocent of the whole abuse-thing? Not to say that bully-murder should be legal, it just doesn't make any _sense_ to kill random people. Or does it? If the pain is so great that the entire world seems to be arrayed against you, is it that hard to understand?
It seems ridiculous to say this. I read the bios of the slain, I feel a pit in my stomach. But then I remember diving behind a hedge in terror two years ago, and I understand. If you haven't been there, you can't.
Whew. Personal. Yowch. I'm gonna go to sleep now. Mail if I seemed insightful.
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Nah, that's the wrong way to go... Notice that the 'low-end' system was still spankin' new hardware which probably ran well into four digits. The lovely thing about Linux is that you can run a web server (not slashdot, I'm sure, but a web server) on a sub-$1k box. Obsolete hardware is obsolete no more. _This_ is Linux's main source of strength.
Of course, that doesn't mean it wouldn't hurt to beef up the scalability, and that's what's planned for 2.4/3.0 anyhoo...
-grendel drago
Excuse me, I think you must have made a type... _buy_ the _beta_? No. Nononono. Aargh! Isn't the POINT of beta software to give out free copies to guinea pigs who will then report bugs and so on? They make people _pay_ to beta test?
No. This is _beyond_ wrong...
-grendel drago
But Metcalfe makes one additional glaring mistake: he entirely ignores collaboration. If you look through the article again, he seems to think that the kernel was written _entirely_ by Linus, emacs _entirely_ by RMS, in the wee hours of the morning. He pays no heed to the fact that the collaboration put into, say, KDE or even the kernel itself must rival the number of people involved in the development of any commercial product.
-grendel drago
Don't bring MP3 into this.
Or, perhaps, do. But remember that pirated music doesn't really hurt the band, who usually get $1-2 per CD, and so must stay on tour.
Personally, I'm boycotting CDs, in light of the RIAA's Gestapo tactics. Come on people, there's not really a moral issue here: the RIAA is a dinosaur, it chooses what music _you_ listen to, and MP3 itself is unstoppable.
Maybe the debates are related, but MP3 doesn't make me feel like I'm cheating someone.
-Grendel Drago
Pair production is irrelevant here. Energy creates the pair. The pair are antiparticles, but their total mass is positive. As has been said somewhere above, even antimatter has positive mass. Hence, it has positive energy. And so I still have no idea how negative energy is created. (The preceding sentence seems to violate the First Law of thermodynamics, too.)
-grendel drago
This is all going to happen again. Anyone reading this recognizes it. Turn turn turn, UK gets its head out of the sand just as AU's putting it back there. I remember the fluff some folks were spewing around here (US) a while back about escrow. And we complain when China steals our secrets. Feh.
Whew. Ramble. More cogently: I suppose it's good to have another nation enjoying free e-commerce. (Buzzword! Slap me!) But make no mistake, they'll be back again soon.
Telecom is a great and wondrous thing, with no stupid laws needed, unless you're a moron. But then again, look who we all elect...
-Grendel Drago
If you're talking about the things with the three eye-stalks (probably not, but I might as well make the comment) they were in the Mos Eisley Cantina. There were a whole buttload of different races shown in the Cantina and Jabba's Palace scenes way back when...
-grendel drago
Heh... does anybody remember when someone's q3 page put out a messageboard under IIS using VB? Each post-process ate 4 MB of memory, 'cause of M$ Bl0aT. Crashed a dual P2-450 w/512 MB RAM in about a half-hour of moderate posting.
MS is bloated. It requires bloated hardware. It eats resources. It crashes. And it sometimes looks pretty, but not too often.
-grendel drago
I went into Wal-Mart recently. Had the snot scared out of me. Everywhere, TPM stuff, especially clothing.
All this just serves to take attention away from the movie. I'm imposing on myself a no-more rule. I saw the trailers. Nothing more. I'm going into the theater clean in a week or two. No reading the book. No listening to the book-on-tape. No reading endless possible-spoilers.
All I can do is hope against hope that TPM can live up to the other episodes.
-grendel drago
Taxed by... who?
I don't really see the gov't taking over UO transactions, unless they get much bigger. But remember the moderators from AOL? How would it sound to share in a 'pot' skimmed from all sales of, say, seven percent, and have insane moderator-style powers, all for a promise you won't abuse your power, and will help out the 'nouveau elite'?
Spooky.
-grendel drago
I'm a HS senior. I had a semi-normal early childhood. People stopped talking to me around the third grade, I came home from school crying a lot. Middle school was awful. Nobody talked to me, this fat kid beat me up, and the only girl I could work up the courage to talk to treated me like I had ebola.
First two years of high school: I sat at a table alone (well, first half of freshman year there was a geek table, but all the geeks vanished for parts unknown) until I started to talk to people again towards the end of my junior year.
I have a place at a lunch table, but I still don't talk much. I sometimes ask myself why I bother. But I sit there, every day. I _should_ be at that table -- the valedictorian is there, the people who don't do drugs and try to succeed are there, but I don't belong. The other end of the cafeteria houses the delinquents, who listen to some of the same music, don't pull a shocked expression when I tell them that I got sloshed over the weekend, and won't slap me for swearing. (Figuratively. Physical violence is _so_ proletarian.) But I don't belong with them either.
I have a reputation for being clever, mostly because I do well on standardized testing. But I have weakness. Oh, the weakness. I'm meek as can be, but I pissed off the wrong people in March of my sophomore year. Luckily, they were a grade ahead of me, but a year and a half of constantly looking over my shoulder was enough to probably scar me for the forseeable future. I still get nervous when I'm on foot and hear a car approaching from behind. That time, a year and a half, was my personal darkest hour. The hick behind me in one class offered to buy me an assassin. (He's a habitual liar, of course, but that kind of thinking didn't enter into my mind.) I told him I wanted it. And that was my moment of weakness, my absolute lowest point.
If I had refrained from violence, it was from fear. Those two boys had no fear. They sensed their own doom and made the most of it.
I thought I sensed my own doom. But the troublemakers were shipped off to delinquent school. I have a girlfriend (I didn't see the point in it before, but it's the greatest damn thing in the world.) I have self-confidence. (Sort of. My people skills still aren't entirely up to snuff -- when I'm outgoing, it's forced. But at least I _want_ to be sociable.)
I can understand the hopelessness and abject pain those boys were in. And there were times when the only thing stopping me from violence was my own weakness.
I see an unspoken thread in the posts, and I say it here, aloud. I am not so different from those two boys. Insanity? A word to say 'hey, that's not me, never me.'
And the racism? There's not nice way to put this. Ethnic people (if you don't check 'white' on the survey card, you're ethnic) in my town are recvent immigrants. The vast majority live in the projects. And are poor. And have no future. And become bullies. It's a small leap to associate dark skin with that behavior when it's constantly reinforced.
And the slaying of people who were debatably innocent of the whole abuse-thing? Not to say that bully-murder should be legal, it just doesn't make any _sense_ to kill random people. Or does it? If the pain is so great that the entire world seems to be arrayed against you, is it that hard to understand?
It seems ridiculous to say this. I read the bios of the slain, I feel a pit in my stomach. But then I remember diving behind a hedge in terror two years ago, and I understand. If you haven't been there, you can't.
Whew. Personal. Yowch. I'm gonna go to sleep now. Mail if I seemed insightful.
-grendel drago
we sow the seeds of our own destruction.
be like me, read stupidmovies.