Imagine that, after buying the car, you turned the key to start the car and instead a lawyer popped out of the glove box holding out a contract insisting that you were not allowed to start the engine unless you signed it. That's not fair. You have to be permitted to decline that contract, and if the engine manufacturer refuses to let you use that engine as a result, they should buy it back from you.
1) Ask new visitors to enter their ZIP code. 2) Check the ZIP code against a simple array of "acceptable" local ZIP codes. 3) Store it as a cookie in their browser (so they don't get asked over and over)
Remote users (from Kentucky or Afghanistan) have no idea which of the thousands of available ZIP codes you'll accept visitors from, but local users who give you a simple and honest answer will be allowed in quickly.
Brute-forcing your valid ZIP codes is certainly possible, but not worth the trouble.
[22:49] Kramer: "Doctor Performs Amputation By Text Message" - http://science.slashdot.org/science/08/12/03/2345206.shtml [22:49] Kramer: This time they've gone too far. Doctors are going mad with power! This is scary stuff, I'm gonna turn off my cell phone!! [22:49] Brianna: lol. [22:50] Brianna: Well, it worked... [22:50] Brianna: If it hadn't been available, the person could've bleed out. [22:50] Brianna: bled* [22:50] Kramer: That's what scares me! What happens if doctors start randomly texting amputations to random numbers!? I COULD BE NEXT!! [22:50] Brianna: LOL [22:51] Kramer: This could spark a whole new phenomenon of "Crank Amuptations" performed by bored and half-drunk doctors at 2 AM! [22:51] Brianna: OMG LOL [22:52] Kramer: One of these days you could wake up to find a limb or two missing, an unexpected insurance co-pay bill, and a message on your phone saying "PWNED! ROFL - M.D."
"And this distilled liquor drink thou off When presently through all thy veins shall run A cold and drowsy humour for no pulse Shall keep his native progress but surcease No warmth no breath shall testify thou livst The roses in thy lips and cheeks shall fade To pale ashes thy eyes windows fall Like death when he shuts up the day of life Each part deprived of supple government Shall stiff and stark and cold appear like death And in this borrow d likeness of shrunk death Thou shalt continue two and forty hours And then awake as from a pleasant sleep" - Friar Lawrence, Romeo & Juliet, By William Shakespeare
I've spent the last decade as a web developer, and most positions I've applied for (and been accepted in) have said something along these lines in the description:
"BS in computer science OR EQUIVALENT EXPERIENCE required" (caps mine)
I got away with the first few jobs until I had enough years under my belt to argue that I had experience equivalent to a BS. Now, I'd say I have enough experience to surpass a BS.
So, they're usually flexible.
But, be forewarned - I've always been paid something like half of what dice.com and other salary data has claimed to be the going rate for my position in my area. Maybe I've just been consistently unlucky in my choice of employer, but I'm starting to think that they simply pay less for somebody without the BS.
The Dodo was my first thought, actually. They went extinct so recently (and unnaturally) that their bones are not even fossilized yet. They seem like they'd be some of the easiest... although granted, they aren't frozen solid in ice like mammoths have been...
I'm often mistaken, so this may be no exception, but isn't NASA's work in the public domain since it is a federal agency? How can they refuse to release to the taxpayers the results of taxpayer funding? At least the military has the excuse of "national security"... what is NASA's explanation for this failure to deliver on a service they billed us for?
I mean an LCD indicator. It would be in the same shape as an LED, but it would not emit light - it would only reflect it or absorb it, using the same dirt-cheap and simple technology as calculators and wristwatches. They could come in various shapes (and, I assume, colors) and would not annoy anybody - but they would still be there to display data when you need them.
Need to know if your printer is turned on? Look at the indicator - is it black or silver?
I think it would even draw less power, and at night, you'd have peaceful and unpolluted darkness.
This still doesn't do anything for the noise of cooling fans, unfortunately.
So, that's my idea and when somebody makes a million off it, please send me a $10 gift card for Best Buy.
"Of course, it's illegal to discriminate, "genoism" it's called, but no one takes the law seriously. If you refuse to disclose they can always take a sample from a door handle or a handshake, even the saliva on your application form. If in doubt a legal drug test can just as easily become an illegal peek at your future in the company." - Gattaca
I get a reminder of how they view workers every time they talk about giving me another "resource" to work with on a project. Resource? It took me three weeks to realize they were referring to a fellow human!
Work is a means to an end. Those who get wrapped up in it like the Google-ites do must not have anything more important in their lives to do, and that's unfortunate.
Q: What have you done to improve the condition of the human race today?
A: Oh, I had a lot of meetings and worked on a project that will rake in another million dollars a year for Yahoo. I feel that this really helped us all. Especially those Iraqi children who will chase an American army truck five blocks for a bottle of clean drinking water.
Didn't this story already seal AllOfMP3.com's fate? Russia agreed to shut them down by mid 2007. So, is this just about squeezing a few bucks out of them before they die?
This happened recently to me. Little bits of a project started coming down the pipe at me, and it was simply expected that I'd play along. I could see that it was going to develop into my next full-time project, and it was something I could not, in good conscience, contribute to.
I e-mailed my manager explaining my objection. Mind you, I didn't say that anybody else should not be working on it - I spoke on my own behalf, as an individual whose conscience wouldn't allow him to take part in an activity.
My manager "agreed to disagree," and put me on another project.
I think that a key point here is that I made my feelings known rather than trying not to "rock the boat" by keeping quiet until I just couldn't stand it anymore. If I'd done that, the answer likely would have been,"Well, if you really object to this, why have you done so much for it already!?"...and they'd have a point.
Since the day I realized girls aren't all that into limp teenage stubble, I've used a certain 3-bladed razor whose name I won't mention because they're not paying me to do so and I don't give out freebies.
It's always seemed sufficient, but I've never been happy with the red irritation that seems to perpetually inhabit my neckal region.
I stumbled across this article a while back, which convinced me that razor technology has been pointlessly nursing a fatal blunder made 50 years ago rather than admitting defeat and going back to the way it used to be.
On the other hand, you might just view disposables as a parallel market - one for people who value a few extra minutes of their time high above comfort, psychological satisfaction, and a smooth babyface.
I, for one, intend to invest in a nice quality old-school shaving kit very soon rather than pay the 3-blade racketeers their outrageous replacement fees any longer.
I've thought about this before, and come to the conclusion that you need a thermal GRADIENT in order to harvest thermal energy, which is the hard part. If you have a cold temperature next to a hot temperature, then it's easy to capture the heat energy and convert it. But if everything is hot, there's no way to capture it. But I could be wrong.
If that "robot" had been programmed to do no harm to a human it still would have killed him, because it was INCAPABLE of sensing his presence. I rule this to be involuntary (even unnoticed) manslaughter.
WHAT HAPPENED TO VRML!?? I'll tell you what happened! All the clients were such a royal pain in the left toe to USE that people dropped them like a box of one dozen starving, crazed weasels! If only the VRML browser people had got together with the id software people and learned some basic interface tips, VRML might still be in use today.
Ugh! I mean, you have to click a button to change from "walk" mode to "strafe" mode...
Isn't the guise of "protecting you amurkins from turrism" wearing a bit thin?
Imagine Osama logging into his myspace account and writing about his day. Then his pal Ali stops by to read his profile and leaves a message,"OMG ur teh l337 jihadist lol!"
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Sounds like you've never used MetroPCS in northern California.
Imagine that, after buying the car, you turned the key to start the car and instead a lawyer popped out of the glove box holding out a contract insisting that you were not allowed to start the engine unless you signed it. That's not fair. You have to be permitted to decline that contract, and if the engine manufacturer refuses to let you use that engine as a result, they should buy it back from you.
http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=hnZb5wi_jsU
No. No, I don't. I don't even slightly get it.
For starters, why are you referring to a date in 1997 as if it hasn't yet occurred?
Next, why did you end your second sentence with the word "too"? Were you addressing an individual other than who you addressed in your first sentence?
Does this include network traffic entering the country? Yikes.
Holy frijoles. You just conspired to commit a crime. See how easy that was?
1) Ask new visitors to enter their ZIP code.
2) Check the ZIP code against a simple array of "acceptable" local ZIP codes.
3) Store it as a cookie in their browser (so they don't get asked over and over)
Remote users (from Kentucky or Afghanistan) have no idea which of the thousands of available ZIP codes you'll accept visitors from, but local users who give you a simple and honest answer will be allowed in quickly.
Brute-forcing your valid ZIP codes is certainly possible, but not worth the trouble.
[22:49] Kramer: "Doctor Performs Amputation By Text Message" - http://science.slashdot.org/science/08/12/03/2345206.shtml
[22:49] Kramer: This time they've gone too far. Doctors are going mad with power! This is scary stuff, I'm gonna turn off my cell phone!!
[22:49] Brianna: lol.
[22:50] Brianna: Well, it worked...
[22:50] Brianna: If it hadn't been available, the person could've bleed out.
[22:50] Brianna: bled*
[22:50] Kramer: That's what scares me! What happens if doctors start randomly texting amputations to random numbers!? I COULD BE NEXT!!
[22:50] Brianna: LOL
[22:51] Kramer: This could spark a whole new phenomenon of "Crank Amuptations" performed by bored and half-drunk doctors at 2 AM!
[22:51] Brianna: OMG LOL
[22:52] Kramer: One of these days you could wake up to find a limb or two missing, an unexpected insurance co-pay bill, and a message on your phone saying "PWNED! ROFL - M.D."
This reminds me of something...
"And this distilled liquor drink thou off When presently through all thy veins shall run A cold and drowsy humour for no pulse Shall keep his native progress but surcease No warmth no breath shall testify thou livst The roses in thy lips and cheeks shall fade To pale ashes thy eyes windows fall Like death when he shuts up the day of life Each part deprived of supple government Shall stiff and stark and cold appear like death And in this borrow d likeness of shrunk death Thou shalt continue two and forty hours And then awake as from a pleasant sleep" - Friar Lawrence, Romeo & Juliet, By William Shakespeare
I've spent the last decade as a web developer, and most positions I've applied for (and been accepted in) have said something along these lines in the description:
"BS in computer science OR EQUIVALENT EXPERIENCE required" (caps mine)
I got away with the first few jobs until I had enough years under my belt to argue that I had experience equivalent to a BS. Now, I'd say I have enough experience to surpass a BS.
So, they're usually flexible.
But, be forewarned - I've always been paid something like half of what dice.com and other salary data has claimed to be the going rate for my position in my area. Maybe I've just been consistently unlucky in my choice of employer, but I'm starting to think that they simply pay less for somebody without the BS.
The bastards.
The Dodo was my first thought, actually. They went extinct so recently (and unnaturally) that their bones are not even fossilized yet. They seem like they'd be some of the easiest... although granted, they aren't frozen solid in ice like mammoths have been...
10:04pm is exactly when lightning struck the Hill Valley clock tower on September 12, 1955.
Coincidence..?
I think so....
I'm often mistaken, so this may be no exception, but isn't NASA's work in the public domain since it is a federal agency? How can they refuse to release to the taxpayers the results of taxpayer funding? At least the military has the excuse of "national security"... what is NASA's explanation for this failure to deliver on a service they billed us for?
Can't we make an LCD?
I mean an LCD indicator. It would be in the same shape as an LED, but it would not emit light - it would only reflect it or absorb it, using the same dirt-cheap and simple technology as calculators and wristwatches. They could come in various shapes (and, I assume, colors) and would not annoy anybody - but they would still be there to display data when you need them.
Need to know if your printer is turned on? Look at the indicator - is it black or silver?
I think it would even draw less power, and at night, you'd have peaceful and unpolluted darkness.
This still doesn't do anything for the noise of cooling fans, unfortunately.
So, that's my idea and when somebody makes a million off it, please send me a $10 gift card for Best Buy.
"Of course, it's illegal to discriminate, "genoism" it's called, but no one takes the law seriously. If you refuse to disclose they can always take a sample from a door handle or a handshake, even the saliva on your application form. If in doubt a legal drug test can just as easily become an illegal peek at your future in the company." - Gattaca
Amen amen amen.
I get a reminder of how they view workers every time they talk about giving me another "resource" to work with on a project. Resource? It took me three weeks to realize they were referring to a fellow human!
Work is a means to an end. Those who get wrapped up in it like the Google-ites do must not have anything more important in their lives to do, and that's unfortunate.
Q: What have you done to improve the condition of the human race today?
A: Oh, I had a lot of meetings and worked on a project that will rake in another million dollars a year for Yahoo. I feel that this really helped us all. Especially those Iraqi children who will chase an American army truck five blocks for a bottle of clean drinking water.
Didn't this story already seal AllOfMP3.com's fate? Russia agreed to shut them down by mid 2007. So, is this just about squeezing a few bucks out of them before they die?
Speak up, sooner rather than later.
...and they'd have a point.
This happened recently to me. Little bits of a project started coming down the pipe at me, and it was simply expected that I'd play along. I could see that it was going to develop into my next full-time project, and it was something I could not, in good conscience, contribute to.
I e-mailed my manager explaining my objection. Mind you, I didn't say that anybody else should not be working on it - I spoke on my own behalf, as an individual whose conscience wouldn't allow him to take part in an activity.
My manager "agreed to disagree," and put me on another project.
I think that a key point here is that I made my feelings known rather than trying not to "rock the boat" by keeping quiet until I just couldn't stand it anymore. If I'd done that, the answer likely would have been,"Well, if you really object to this, why have you done so much for it already!?"
Since the day I realized girls aren't all that into limp teenage stubble, I've used a certain 3-bladed razor whose name I won't mention because they're not paying me to do so and I don't give out freebies.
It's always seemed sufficient, but I've never been happy with the red irritation that seems to perpetually inhabit my neckal region.
I stumbled across this article a while back, which convinced me that razor technology has been pointlessly nursing a fatal blunder made 50 years ago rather than admitting defeat and going back to the way it used to be.
http://www.msnbc.msn.com/id/6886845/
On the other hand, you might just view disposables as a parallel market - one for people who value a few extra minutes of their time high above comfort, psychological satisfaction, and a smooth babyface.
I, for one, intend to invest in a nice quality old-school shaving kit very soon rather than pay the 3-blade racketeers their outrageous replacement fees any longer.
What's the relevance of Santa Rosa?
I've thought about this before, and come to the conclusion that you need a thermal GRADIENT in order to harvest thermal energy, which is the hard part. If you have a cold temperature next to a hot temperature, then it's easy to capture the heat energy and convert it. But if everything is hot, there's no way to capture it. But I could be wrong.
If that "robot" had been programmed to do no harm to a human it still would have killed him, because it was INCAPABLE of sensing his presence. I rule this to be involuntary (even unnoticed) manslaughter.
You, sir, are a true visionary.
WHAT HAPPENED TO VRML!?? I'll tell you what happened! All the clients were such a royal pain in the left toe to USE that people dropped them like a box of one dozen starving, crazed weasels! If only the VRML browser people had got together with the id software people and learned some basic interface tips, VRML might still be in use today.
Ugh! I mean, you have to click a button to change from "walk" mode to "strafe" mode...
Isn't the guise of "protecting you amurkins from turrism" wearing a bit thin?
Imagine Osama logging into his myspace account and writing about his day. Then his pal Ali stops by to read his profile and leaves a message,"OMG ur teh l337 jihadist lol!"