I remember reading somewhere some six months ago (maybe SciAm, maybe/., can't readily remember) an article that stated that a gasoline-powered fuel cell would be far more efficient than those that derived their power from water/distilled hydrogen.
Now, I can see how a gasoline fuel cell could prove more effective than one that runs off of water/hydrogen/methanol. Pound-for-pound, gasoline produces far more energy than hydrogen, and is more cost effective than methanol.
But... I'm not exactly certain on the intricate workings of the fuel cell, so I'm not certain if the gasoline fuel cell is feasable, or if it's just a scam perpetrated by the oil companies to perpetuate their stranglehold on the transportation industry?
Now I can totally not wait for little tiny nuclear reactors under the hood... mmmm, efficient electric cars... Too bad it'll never happen though...
There was also a flamethrower in The (for lack of a term that would do it justice "bad assed") Marathon series of games for the Mac (and a Durandal port for Win95).
There ain't nothin' in the world like heaing the infamous "Flaming Bob Death Scream" when you toast (TOZT) a civvie.
Fond, fond memories... I wonder if Bungie'd ever consider porting (or even making a new) Marathon to its gorgeous Halo engine..?
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A ray of goddamned sunshine doth sparkle down...
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Yeah, this jaded game writer/journalist finds himself still mourning over the death of his beloved Bleem, which was surely the darkest day in console emulation's short history.
But this development on the emulation front surely hauls my spirit out of the icy mud in whence it has lay for the past twenty two hours...
Now, most of you "l33t c0unt73rs7r1k3 d00ds" out there could probably care less that Mame(mighty mighty Mame), runs on Bill's little black-and-translucent-green baby. You'll just go back to your pansy girl game of Counterstrike, secure in knowing that you'll never put money into the Beast From Redmond's coffers, that you'll never wrap your greasy, sweaty hands, hands that still reek of smegma from your last session of furious masturbation to shoddily rendered Sailor Moon animated.gifs... No, you'll never wrap those hands around the meaty, massive, beautiful Xbox controller. No, you'll just go back to bitching about snipers and wall hacks.
This bitter, dissafected recluse, on the other hand shall be clamoring for an Xbox. For you, little whitebread Halflife-playing suburban pinko, will never know the utter joy that I, and folks like myself will be partaking in when we boot up the Moon Rangor, Monkey Donkey or Photograph Boy rom images.
You folks may be content with playing you Halo, and your Munch's Oddysee, or even the purile Counterstrike, but as for me, baby. As for me, I'll find my evenings curled up in front of a roaring, sparking space heater, Xbox controller in hand, pounding the mortal fuck through the Insane Worrier...
I bid you, fellow Slashbots, a warm farewell...
________
I typically don't cry at funerals, nor do I tend to make the hideously melodramatic display of throwing myself at the casket or sulking down to my knees in front of a loved one's tombstone whilst the rain pours down in sheets, soaking my trenchcoat and fedorah...
But this, this my fellow emulaton fans, is a sombre occasion that even the most stoic and hard-bitten game journalist/aficionado would find a tear marching its slick trail down the side of his jaded, tightly-clenched jawline.
"But Steve," you say "Bleem was a hunk of ass, I mean, it capped out at resolutions of only 800x600. Teh Playstation was w33k d00d. My Pentium 4 2 gig 0wnz! J00 are a pussy for crying like a little, broken-hearted girl over a stupid emulator."
To which I reply emphaically "Shut your bleemhole, ass. Remember when Raine was buried in its cardboard casket? Not a dry eye in the goddamned house, you little prick."
But you, you're always quick to berate and tear me down and hate, and hate you do... "Raine is still around, f00l. J00're a dumbfuck."
Yeah, that's right. Raine was ressurrected via some strange, arcane voodoo ritual, slain again, raised from the eternal depths once again, then burned by superstitious and cowardly townsfolk, then thrown into a river.
And that, baby, is why I weep. Not because Bleem died, not because Sony (god bless the 4 pin iLink...) is a horrid, evil corporate demon, but because I've drank about twenty whisky sours tonight, and are somehow still ambulatory AND lucid.
Yes, we journalists lead a tough life, but its one that we've chosen, baby...
When I upgraded my laptop (celeron 500, 128MB) from ME to XP, it appeared to run a bit faster than it did under the craptaculary Millenium.
Opening/Saving/Rending Filters in Photoshop appear to run much faster than they did in ME.
Would this be due to XP being an NT system (NT 5.1, I think)rather than a system that's essentially a shell for DOS?
Any comments from anybody that knows a bit more about the subject than I would be much appriciated.
Everybody and his mother's been bringing up the old Nintendo Power Glove when replying to this article.
I'm curious, just how the hell did the old Nintendo Power Glove work?
I've seen one once, in a pawn shop. I didn't have the 4 bucks to buy it, nor the old NES to operate it with.
It appears to have to IREDs in the front, but these could very well simply be LEDs. Also, it has the (kickass) old square NES controller on top of it.
So, anybody want to tell me how the hell this stupid thing worked? To me, it looks like you have to like, use the controller with your left hand only.
My hypothesis, is that the little IRED/LEDs on the front, pick up the light emitted from the screen, much in the way that the old Zappers did, and moves your character sprite up/down/left/right as neccesary.
Another amusing point, remember that stupid flick The Wizard, in which said asinie peripheral was a plot contrivance? I was about thiiis |--|close to being cast as the little autistic kid in said shameless, hour and a half Nintendo commercial.
Much of the movie was shot in Garnderville and Mound House (NV), and the keen-eyed local will notice the casino floor and arcade at Sharkey's and the Pizza Barn and that one restarunt in Mound House that was recently a gay nightclub (called The Spectrum), and I think is now some "family dining" joint now (called something lame like Sugars or some crap, I dunno, shit, after I graduated from high school, I never gave Dayton and Moundhouse a second look). But then again, it was kinda cool going to middle and high school 2 miles from the world-famous Moonlight Bunny Ranch...
Little does trooper Aziz know how much excersize he is about to get..!
He turns at the sound of running feet behind him. Have his comrades to join him in a round of solemn prayer to the one true God, Allah and his prophet Mohammed?
NO!
It's a pack of ferocious dienonycus dinosaurs!
Screaming, Aziz hurls himself toward the barracks doors, but the pack is closing in!
With the grim efficency of wild dogs, the predators have a meal!
Across the parade field, soldiers huddle in stupefied horror! Which on of them will be next..?
Thus the opposition is weeded out in a heartless, but essential, natural selection. Keeping American forces safe from direct fire...
Even though I'll probably get modded down as redundant, I just feel that idle chatter about hard drives to be a bit unwarranted today, or for the next few days even.
On any other day, I'd be excited about this development. But not on this darkest of days and probably not for a few weeks.
Ye Gods, I do despise these useless goddamned hippies with their nigh-witty, somewhat-angry and poorly-thought out rantlike posts.
I'd swear that you were some sort of DuPont shill, out there to plug the word TEFLON as many TEFLON times as you TEFLON can.
Grow the hell up man. There really wasn't much cost involved in the development of TEFLON. TEFLON was an accidental (or serindipitous, if you will) discovery by a DuPont scientist who was working on the formula for an artificial rubber substitute, as the Japanese had control of most of the islands in the Pacific that we (the Americans) imported natural rubber from.
TEFLON had nothing to do with the space program, and the whole thing with coating cookware with it was a marketing desicision, as they had tons and tons of the stuff just lying around at the labs that they needed to get rid of.
If we assume that there are intelligent, communicative extraterrestials there, and that they were listening to us with their radio telescopes, and they picked up the old broadcasts of I Love Lucy, then were able to convert these radio signals to the 525 line, 60 hertz NTSC format, and then watch them, they would not be in violation of the DMCA, as they would be decoding an ANALOG signal that is 'cast out into free air. Last time that I checked, a few of my engineering buds at the University had reverse-engineered an old RCA teevee set, and built their own out of varied electronics parts that one of them had lying around in his workshop (minus the crt, which if these aliens are advanced enough to build radio telescopes, it would be assumed that they would have the technology to have built a simple cathode-ray tube).
Then, in another 20 or so years, these aliens will see the utter horridity of those Hanna-Barbera craptoons, and mobilize their battlefleet to wipe out a civilization that dared defile the airwaves with such filth.
--Steve, out
I didn't think that chip manufacturers still produced the old 80486 processors? What modern applications do they have? Do those weird japanese toasters and refridgerators and ovens that run on WinCE still use the old 486? Or is there a newer/better proc that they use?
If so, why still produce the old 486s? Or does the AMD plant just have the old machinery just sitting on the workshop floor and it's nigh-time to junk the archaic production devices like so many Xoom pages?
Or are all the x86 chipsets produced on the same machines, and they are only tossing one and replacing it with a new generation that no longer supports the 486 chipset.
Actually, this is very interesting news. For a project in film school, I wrote a script entitled The Incredibly Stupid Toaster Aliens. The Toaster Aliens were originally those wacky Japanese toasters that actually ran on WinCE, but were all infected by an alien computer system (which was spread via virii) and was eventually defeated by two quick-witted Linux programmers (4k4 l337 d3wdz). It was purty damned hilariante, but I never got around to shooting it. Oh well, maybe when some fundage comes along, I'll get around to putting it on tape. sigh, Damned poverty! Damn yoooooou!!!
Why all the concern over the PS2's Emotion Engine chip and its so ability to control nuclear delivery devices?
Last time I checked, the ~25 year old Tomahawk cruise missile ran on a 512khz microproccessor that would operate its terrain-following radar setup and also fly the missile at treetop level for hundreds of miles to its target.
Not to mention that my dinky little wristwatch has more computing power than the entire Apollo Command Module, but that's a different story altogether.
So why should we care about these stupid little PS2 boxes getting into Chinese, Indian, Pakistani or Iraqi hands, when they could easliy totally wipe us out by loading a briefcase nuke into a child's backpack, and have him just hop off of a boat, wander into the center of one of our big coastal cities and then have it remote detonated via internation cell phone call or something?
We don't need to worry about the Chinese reverse engineering a stupid little playstation to build a delivery device, they already have a billion of 'em.
Not meant to be a troll or anything, but it seems to me that this high-tech hysteria is pretty meaningless when they (especially the Arab nations) have millions upon millions of fanatics that would gladly become a martyr in the never-ending battle against Truth, Justice and Freedom (aka The Great Satan)
Or have I missed the point entirely, and should be shaking my fist at the MPAA and their Fascistic ways. You're wily ones, you MPAA bastards, wily indeed!
As a resident of the Great State of Nevada, I can't see how this could be a Good Thing (tm) for the state. Nevada gains the brunt of its revenue from tourism, with mining running a tight second. Now, people don't exactly come to the Silver State for the monochromatic landscapes and exotic florae and faunae (woo sagebrush!), they come for the gambling (and legal hookers ^_^, except in that lame-ass Clark county, you guys suck).
Unless there's some wacky tax thing that I don't fully understand, the State doesn't pull any tax dollars off of gambling online. No State revenue from gambling is a Bad Thing (tm). Want an example, take Hwy 50 going east out of Fallon. Last time I was down that way, the road was in a horrible state of disrepair. If these online casinoes start to crop up all over the United States, then the Great State of Nevada could stand to lose millions annually. Legal gambling in other states = bad.
Nevada has no "W" in it, so stop pronouncing it like it does. Nevada != Nuh vaw duh
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Now, I can see how a gasoline fuel cell could prove more effective than one that runs off of water/hydrogen/methanol. Pound-for-pound, gasoline produces far more energy than hydrogen, and is more cost effective than methanol.
But... I'm not exactly certain on the intricate workings of the fuel cell, so I'm not certain if the gasoline fuel cell is feasable, or if it's just a scam perpetrated by the oil companies to perpetuate their stranglehold on the transportation industry?
Now I can totally not wait for little tiny nuclear reactors under the hood... mmmm, efficient electric cars... Too bad it'll never happen though...
Shit yes brother, shit yes... Many kudos go out to the guys behind this. I download as we speak...
There ain't nothin' in the world like heaing the infamous "Flaming Bob Death Scream" when you toast (TOZT) a civvie.
Fond, fond memories... I wonder if Bungie'd ever consider porting (or even making a new) Marathon to its gorgeous Halo engine..?
_______
But this development on the emulation front surely hauls my spirit out of the icy mud in whence it has lay for the past twenty two hours...
Now, most of you "l33t c0unt73rs7r1k3 d00ds" out there could probably care less that Mame(mighty mighty Mame), runs on Bill's little black-and-translucent-green baby. You'll just go back to your pansy girl game of Counterstrike, secure in knowing that you'll never put money into the Beast From Redmond's coffers, that you'll never wrap your greasy, sweaty hands, hands that still reek of smegma from your last session of furious masturbation to shoddily rendered Sailor Moon animated .gifs... No, you'll never wrap those hands around the meaty, massive, beautiful Xbox controller. No, you'll just go back to bitching about snipers and wall hacks.
This bitter, dissafected recluse, on the other hand shall be clamoring for an Xbox. For you, little whitebread Halflife-playing suburban pinko, will never know the utter joy that I, and folks like myself will be partaking in when we boot up the Moon Rangor, Monkey Donkey or Photograph Boy rom images.
You folks may be content with playing you Halo, and your Munch's Oddysee, or even the purile Counterstrike, but as for me, baby. As for me, I'll find my evenings curled up in front of a roaring, sparking space heater, Xbox controller in hand, pounding the mortal fuck through the Insane Worrier...
I bid you, fellow Slashbots, a warm farewell...
________
But this, this my fellow emulaton fans, is a sombre occasion that even the most stoic and hard-bitten game journalist/aficionado would find a tear marching its slick trail down the side of his jaded, tightly-clenched jawline.
"But Steve," you say "Bleem was a hunk of ass, I mean, it capped out at resolutions of only 800x600. Teh Playstation was w33k d00d. My Pentium 4 2 gig 0wnz! J00 are a pussy for crying like a little, broken-hearted girl over a stupid emulator."
To which I reply emphaically "Shut your bleemhole, ass. Remember when Raine was buried in its cardboard casket? Not a dry eye in the goddamned house, you little prick."
But you, you're always quick to berate and tear me down and hate, and hate you do... "Raine is still around, f00l. J00're a dumbfuck."
Yeah, that's right. Raine was ressurrected via some strange, arcane voodoo ritual, slain again, raised from the eternal depths once again, then burned by superstitious and cowardly townsfolk, then thrown into a river.
And that, baby, is why I weep. Not because Bleem died, not because Sony (god bless the 4 pin iLink...) is a horrid, evil corporate demon, but because I've drank about twenty whisky sours tonight, and are somehow still ambulatory AND lucid.
Yes, we journalists lead a tough life, but its one that we've chosen, baby...
Opening/Saving/Rending Filters in Photoshop appear to run much faster than they did in ME.
Would this be due to XP being an NT system (NT 5.1, I think)rather than a system that's essentially a shell for DOS?
Any comments from anybody that knows a bit more about the subject than I would be much appriciated.
Excuse the asstacular spelling, lack of sleep...
I'm curious, just how the hell did the old Nintendo Power Glove work?
I've seen one once, in a pawn shop. I didn't have the 4 bucks to buy it, nor the old NES to operate it with.
It appears to have to IREDs in the front, but these could very well simply be LEDs. Also, it has the (kickass) old square NES controller on top of it.
So, anybody want to tell me how the hell this stupid thing worked? To me, it looks like you have to like, use the controller with your left hand only.
My hypothesis, is that the little IRED/LEDs on the front, pick up the light emitted from the screen, much in the way that the old Zappers did, and moves your character sprite up/down/left/right as neccesary.
Another amusing point, remember that stupid flick The Wizard, in which said asinie peripheral was a plot contrivance? I was about thiiis |--|close to being cast as the little autistic kid in said shameless, hour and a half Nintendo commercial.
Much of the movie was shot in Garnderville and Mound House (NV), and the keen-eyed local will notice the casino floor and arcade at Sharkey's and the Pizza Barn and that one restarunt in Mound House that was recently a gay nightclub (called The Spectrum), and I think is now some "family dining" joint now (called something lame like Sugars or some crap, I dunno, shit, after I graduated from high school, I never gave Dayton and Moundhouse a second look). But then again, it was kinda cool going to middle and high school 2 miles from the world-famous Moonlight Bunny Ranch...
But I ramble on, I'm good at that.
Steve, out
Little does trooper Aziz know how much excersize he is about to get..!
He turns at the sound of running feet behind him. Have his comrades to join him in a round of solemn prayer to the one true God, Allah and his prophet Mohammed?
NO!
It's a pack of ferocious dienonycus dinosaurs!
Screaming, Aziz hurls himself toward the barracks doors, but the pack is closing in!
With the grim efficency of wild dogs, the predators have a meal!
Across the parade field, soldiers huddle in stupefied horror! Which on of them will be next..?
Thus the opposition is weeded out in a heartless, but essential, natural selection. Keeping American forces safe from direct fire...
With apologies to Bill Watterson (Boy of Destiny)
Even though I'll probably get modded down as redundant, I just feel that idle chatter about hard drives to be a bit unwarranted today, or for the next few days even.
On any other day, I'd be excited about this development. But not on this darkest of days and probably not for a few weeks.
viva america viva freedom viva hope...
I'd swear that you were some sort of DuPont shill, out there to plug the word TEFLON as many TEFLON times as you TEFLON can.
Grow the hell up man. There really wasn't much cost involved in the development of TEFLON. TEFLON was an accidental (or serindipitous, if you will) discovery by a DuPont scientist who was working on the formula for an artificial rubber substitute, as the Japanese had control of most of the islands in the Pacific that we (the Americans) imported natural rubber from.
TEFLON had nothing to do with the space program, and the whole thing with coating cookware with it was a marketing desicision, as they had tons and tons of the stuff just lying around at the labs that they needed to get rid of.
So, in short. shut the fuck up, retard
If we assume that there are intelligent, communicative extraterrestials there, and that they were listening to us with their radio telescopes, and they picked up the old broadcasts of I Love Lucy, then were able to convert these radio signals to the 525 line, 60 hertz NTSC format, and then watch them, they would not be in violation of the DMCA, as they would be decoding an ANALOG signal that is 'cast out into free air. Last time that I checked, a few of my engineering buds at the University had reverse-engineered an old RCA teevee set, and built their own out of varied electronics parts that one of them had lying around in his workshop (minus the crt, which if these aliens are advanced enough to build radio telescopes, it would be assumed that they would have the technology to have built a simple cathode-ray tube). Then, in another 20 or so years, these aliens will see the utter horridity of those Hanna-Barbera craptoons, and mobilize their battlefleet to wipe out a civilization that dared defile the airwaves with such filth. --Steve, out
If so, why still produce the old 486s? Or does the AMD plant just have the old machinery just sitting on the workshop floor and it's nigh-time to junk the archaic production devices like so many Xoom pages?
Or are all the x86 chipsets produced on the same machines, and they are only tossing one and replacing it with a new generation that no longer supports the 486 chipset.
Actually, this is very interesting news. For a project in film school, I wrote a script entitled The Incredibly Stupid Toaster Aliens. The Toaster Aliens were originally those wacky Japanese toasters that actually ran on WinCE, but were all infected by an alien computer system (which was spread via virii) and was eventually defeated by two quick-witted Linux programmers (4k4 l337 d3wdz). It was purty damned hilariante, but I never got around to shooting it. Oh well, maybe when some fundage comes along, I'll get around to putting it on tape. sigh, Damned poverty! Damn yoooooou!!!
Last time I checked, the ~25 year old Tomahawk cruise missile ran on a 512khz microproccessor that would operate its terrain-following radar setup and also fly the missile at treetop level for hundreds of miles to its target.
Not to mention that my dinky little wristwatch has more computing power than the entire Apollo Command Module, but that's a different story altogether.
So why should we care about these stupid little PS2 boxes getting into Chinese, Indian, Pakistani or Iraqi hands, when they could easliy totally wipe us out by loading a briefcase nuke into a child's backpack, and have him just hop off of a boat, wander into the center of one of our big coastal cities and then have it remote detonated via internation cell phone call or something?
We don't need to worry about the Chinese reverse engineering a stupid little playstation to build a delivery device, they already have a billion of 'em.
Not meant to be a troll or anything, but it seems to me that this high-tech hysteria is pretty meaningless when they (especially the Arab nations) have millions upon millions of fanatics that would gladly become a martyr in the never-ending battle against Truth, Justice and Freedom (aka The Great Satan)
Or have I missed the point entirely, and should be shaking my fist at the MPAA and their Fascistic ways. You're wily ones, you MPAA bastards, wily indeed!
Unless there's some wacky tax thing that I don't fully understand, the State doesn't pull any tax dollars off of gambling online. No State revenue from gambling is a Bad Thing (tm). Want an example, take Hwy 50 going east out of Fallon. Last time I was down that way, the road was in a horrible state of disrepair. If these online casinoes start to crop up all over the United States, then the Great State of Nevada could stand to lose millions annually. Legal gambling in other states = bad.
Nevada has no "W" in it, so stop pronouncing it like it does. Nevada != Nuh vaw duh