And anonymous came from the greek term 'anonymos' meaning without a name, and coward came from the french word couard, meaning one with their tail between their legs.
So you're one with their legs between their legs, who has no name.
I hate questions like this. It always reminds me of people that used to act like the world is trying to obfuscate things and they ask things like what the best beer is, or what the best operating system is, or what the best car is.
There is no "best"! What you like is not what I like.
If you need a propulsion system to stay in orbit, you're not really in orbit.
By that very definition, most if not all satellites are not in orbit. note: it's not gravity-free, it's micro-gravity. After all, something has to keep it from flying out into space while it's moving. Thought I'd simplify it for you.
About eight months ago, I was searching around the internet to find out why my computer was running so slowly (it normally ran quite fast, but had gradually gotten slower over time). After a few minutes, I found a piece of software claiming that it could speed up my PC and make it run like new again. Being that I was dangerously ignorant about technology in general (even more so than I am now), I downloaded the software and began the installation. Mere moments after doing so, my desktop background image was changed and warnings that appeared to originate from Windows appeared all over the screen telling me to buy strange software from an unknown company in order to remove a virus it claimed I had.
I may have been ignorant about technology, but I wasn't that naive. I immediately concluded that the software I'd downloaded was, in fact, a virus. In my rage, I broke numerous objects, punched a hole in the wall, and cursed the world at the top of my lungs. I eventually calmed down, cleared my head, and realized that the only remedy for this problem was a carefully thought out plan. After a few moments of pondering about how to handle this situation, I decided that since I barely knew how to properly handle a computer, I should turn it over to the professionals and let them fix the issue.
Soon after making the decision, I drove to a local computer repair shop and entered the building with my computer in hand. They greeted me with a smile and stayed attentive the entire time that I was explaining the problem to them. They laughed as if they'd heard it all before, told me that I'm not the only one who has trouble operating computers, and then gave me a date for when the computer would be fixed. Not only had they told me that the computer would be completely repaired in at most two days, but the price for their services was surprisingly low, and to top it all off, they even gave me advice for how to avoid viruses in the future! I left the building feeling confident in my decision to seek professional help and satisfied knowing that such kind-hearted people were the ones doing the job.
The very next day, I received a phone call from the computer repair shop whilst I was at a local library researching computer viruses. I had stumbled upon a piece of software that appeared to be very promising, and I was about to do more research on it, but seeing as how I required my computer as soon as possible, I decided to put the matter on hold. Upon answering the phone and cheerfully greeting the person on the other end, I was greeted with a high-pitched shriek. Startled, I asked what was wrong. A few moments passed where nothing was said, and suddenly, the person on the other end said to me, in a low voice oozing with paranoia, "Come pick up your computer." They hung up immediately after saying that, and I couldn't help but notice that they sounded as if they were on the verge of tears. I briefly wondered if it was due to stress from work, and then drove to the computer repair shop to acquire my computer.
I was positively dismayed upon entering the building. The inside of the computer repair shop looked nothing like the image from my memories. There were broken computer parts scattered throughout the room, ceiling tiles all over the floor, blood splattered in every direction I looked, and even a human toe on the ground. After processing this disturbing information, I began panicking and frantically looking around for my computer. I spotted an employee covered in blood sitting up against the wall, and noticed that his wrists had been slashed open. Thinking quickly, I ran up to him, grabbed him by the collar of his shirt, shook him around, and began screaming, "Where is it!? Where is my computer!?" After a moment of silence, he passed away, completely shattering my expectations. Such a thing! "What a meaningless individual," I thought.
Somehow, I don't think the measurement of temperature was really off back then since it was dont with what we consider medical style technology. (mercury, etc)
The dust bowl was not caused by temperatures, it was caused by severe drought coupled with decades of extensive farming without crop rotation, fallow fields, cover crops or other techniques to prevent wind erosion.
It kinda was something other than nature that exasperated the situation.
God you sheeple! Don't you realize that in order to get into politics you have to first be inaugurated into the grand Illuminati counsel!? They're bred from a matrix of DNA sets that are systematically assembled at the proper times for the fore-mapped path of the world. Everything is written, it's just being followed!!! You sheeple!!! You're all sheep being counted to the rhythm of the war drums!!!!!!!!@ zOMG!~@!#!@ rOn PaUl!@ REVOLUTION!@!@###@!~
The downside to a large-area impact by a hurricane is that more than your business is effected. If you're fully operational and everythings working for the whole time, what's to say that the 2-4 providers that connect you to your upstream provider is going to be functional? Or they're upstream provider will be functional... or Verizon/AT&T/QWest (CenturyLink, whatever)/etc, etc, are going to be functional in that region... etc.
Data centers are a small part to think about. The connections are the issue.
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Do you go to indian restaurants for big macs?
It depends if the die landed with a higher number...
And anonymous came from the greek term 'anonymos' meaning without a name, and coward came from the french word couard, meaning one with their tail between their legs.
So you're one with their legs between their legs, who has no name.
Middle mouse buttons are about like having a 4 button mouse. It's another button to program to do something, and that's about it.
You realize what you said is about like saying that you realize that was a cavalier and chevy... right?
Right... like LFS [linuxfromscratch.org].
Like the GP said.
Believe me, that area hardly reflects the United States.
I'm so damned glad I moved away from there back in 2000.
I hate questions like this. It always reminds me of people that used to act like the world is trying to obfuscate things and they ask things like what the best beer is, or what the best operating system is, or what the best car is.
There is no "best"! What you like is not what I like.
If you need a propulsion system to stay in orbit, you're not really in orbit.
By that very definition, most if not all satellites are not in orbit.
note: it's not gravity-free, it's micro-gravity. After all, something has to keep it from flying out into space while it's moving.
Thought I'd simplify it for you.
About the same as the difference between a lifetime of years and lots of years.
Because it's easier to not say something, than to spout it out.
Why???
So you understand what you're talking about...
About eight months ago, I was searching around the internet to find
out why my computer was running so slowly (it normally ran quite fast,
but had gradually gotten slower over time). After a few minutes, I
found a piece of software claiming that it could speed up my PC and
make it run like new again. Being that I was dangerously ignorant
about technology in general (even more so than I am now), I downloaded
the software and began the installation. Mere moments after doing so,
my desktop background image was changed and warnings that appeared to
originate from Windows appeared all over the screen telling me to buy
strange software from an unknown company in order to remove a virus it
claimed I had.
I may have been ignorant about technology, but I wasn't that naive. I
immediately concluded that the software I'd downloaded was, in fact, a
virus. In my rage, I broke numerous objects, punched a hole in the
wall, and cursed the world at the top of my lungs. I eventually calmed
down, cleared my head, and realized that the only remedy for this
problem was a carefully thought out plan. After a few moments of
pondering about how to handle this situation, I decided that since I
barely knew how to properly handle a computer, I should turn it over
to the professionals and let them fix the issue.
Soon after making the decision, I drove to a local computer repair
shop and entered the building with my computer in hand. They greeted
me with a smile and stayed attentive the entire time that I was
explaining the problem to them. They laughed as if they'd heard it all
before, told me that I'm not the only one who has trouble operating
computers, and then gave me a date for when the computer would be
fixed. Not only had they told me that the computer would be completely
repaired in at most two days, but the price for their services was
surprisingly low, and to top it all off, they even gave me advice for
how to avoid viruses in the future! I left the building feeling
confident in my decision to seek professional help and satisfied
knowing that such kind-hearted people were the ones doing the job.
The very next day, I received a phone call from the computer repair
shop whilst I was at a local library researching computer viruses. I
had stumbled upon a piece of software that appeared to be very
promising, and I was about to do more research on it, but seeing as
how I required my computer as soon as possible, I decided to put the
matter on hold. Upon answering the phone and cheerfully greeting the
person on the other end, I was greeted with a high-pitched shriek.
Startled, I asked what was wrong. A few moments passed where nothing
was said, and suddenly, the person on the other end said to me, in a
low voice oozing with paranoia, "Come pick up your computer." They
hung up immediately after saying that, and I couldn't help but notice
that they sounded as if they were on the verge of tears. I briefly
wondered if it was due to stress from work, and then drove to the
computer repair shop to acquire my computer.
I was positively dismayed upon entering the building. The inside of
the computer repair shop looked nothing like the image from my
memories. There were broken computer parts scattered throughout the
room, ceiling tiles all over the floor, blood splattered in every
direction I looked, and even a human toe on the ground. After
processing this disturbing information, I began panicking and
frantically looking around for my computer. I spotted an employee
covered in blood sitting up against the wall, and noticed that his
wrists had been slashed open. Thinking quickly, I ran up to him,
grabbed him by the collar of his shirt, shook him around, and began
screaming, "Where is it!? Where is my computer!?" After a moment of
silence, he passed away, completely shattering my expectations. Such a
thing! "What a meaningless individual," I thought.
Enraged, I tore t
Somehow, I don't think the measurement of temperature was really off back then since it was dont with what we consider medical style technology. (mercury, etc)
It's kinda like coming home and before she says anything, instantly telling your wife you didn't touch that woman at all tonight...
The dust bowl was not caused by temperatures, it was caused by severe drought coupled with decades of extensive farming without crop rotation, fallow fields, cover crops or other techniques to prevent wind erosion.
It kinda was something other than nature that exasperated the situation.
Actually, it's because the sun is on a direct collision course with earth.
God you sheeple!
Don't you realize that in order to get into politics you have to first be inaugurated into the grand Illuminati counsel!?
They're bred from a matrix of DNA sets that are systematically assembled at the proper times for the fore-mapped path of the world. Everything is written, it's just being followed!!!
You sheeple!!! You're all sheep being counted to the rhythm of the war drums!!!!!!!!@ zOMG!~@!#!@
rOn PaUl!@ REVOLUTION!@!@###@!~
The downside to a large-area impact by a hurricane is that more than your business is effected.
If you're fully operational and everythings working for the whole time, what's to say that the 2-4 providers that connect you to your upstream provider is going to be functional?
Or they're upstream provider will be functional... or Verizon/AT&T/QWest (CenturyLink, whatever)/etc, etc, are going to be functional in that region... etc.
Data centers are a small part to think about. The connections are the issue.
Pretty much.. it's like paying a hooker then bragging to your friends the day after that you got laid.
I've got my buck o'five ready... if you don't give your buck o'five, who will?
Are you serial?
You're right... it's kinda like people painting their impala with a certain design and saying they have a dale earnhardt sr racecar.
It has a fan...
You might want to have that looked at... LOL
your right, he meant the EU.