It probably has something to do with different tactile sensations being more pleasing to some people than others.
For instance, there are a large group (*gasp*) of people who shave all of the hair around their genitals. Crazy! So either they're rushing, on a swim team, or perverts, right?
Webpage? man, i'm just happy that it doesn't include an ascii menu of sofware to download from a BBS, that I haven't installed yet. Like driver updates, or maybe even a new compression engine. Or this PPP thingy and what's this here? NCSA mosiac?
This is a true story. I really did experience all of the events that transpired below.
--
The origins of Linux begin on the Sabbath, when not completely without hesitation I boarded flight 152, service from Anchorage, AK to Fairbanks and Prudhoe Bay. Far from a normal trip, this particular route was to carry dread and evil for all its passengers.
At exactly 12:30 P.M., the sparsely populated Boeing 737 began a leisurely take-off. The stewardesses had gone through the routine that every frequent flier knows by heart--often times better than the stewardesses. As the plane leveled into cruising altitude, drinks began to be served, I pulled my trusty laptop out of its storage compartment, and trouble appeared over the horizon.
I was sitting in 13C--an aisle seat anyway, never mind the superstition--when the fasten-seatbelt indicator starting blinking threateningly, mirroring the flash of the disk-access LED as the code I was typing in was auto-saved every few minutes. Laptops die often, and autosave was my friend. However, not being one to buck tradition, I prised my fingers away from the keboard, reached down and calmly latched the cord of death around my waist and waited to hear what would cause such a violation of standard air traffic procedures.
"This is your captain speaking, ladies and gentlemen, and I've just received news of some pretty rough turbulence at our cruising altitude of 37,500 feet, so we'll be dropping down a few thousand feet to see if we can avoid it."
'Well, it was a lovely thought,' I began to myself as the plane suddenly lurched sickeningly downward. A hiss of static, some garbled words over the intercom and my popping ears made the next few moments only slightly more bearable. My hands shot forward in an attempt to keep the 11-lbs-light 'laptop' from becoming a ballistic missle of death. The plane was now lurching every which way, as if caught in some horrific version of pachinko. I could hear the beginnings of lunch begging to make themselves known in a very liquid fashion from a number of other people around me, as I initiated the shutdown procedure.
Turning myself queasily toward the window, I was rewarded with a pale green light filling the port side of the aircraft. Not being able to make heads nor tails of the sudden change in luminesence, I quickly turned my head back to the center of the plane. Ears popping again in bitter frustration against the wild ride I was receiving, I slammed my hands to the sides of my head, hoping to relieve myself. There was to be no such luck.
Opening my eyes once again, I was struck in awe at how the cabin of the aircraft had suddenly taken on a greenish hue, not at all unlike the emissions coming from outside.
Then, as if on cue from some unholy stage-manager, the entire roof of the plane peeled back. My mind faulted, and presented me with images of a child peeling a banana. The wind, however was not to be felt. This was somewhat comforting, as the green light was now blindingly bright, and my skin felt like it was blistering under the intensity.
A throbbing bass line wove under the sound of the airplanes engines, steadily increasing in volume. As the rumble grew louder, people and furniture began rocking back and forth, a visual reminder of the hell that was occurring.
Much to her dismay, the lady in 11D diagonally across from me was the first to go. Forgetting to strap her seatbelt in was her own fault, I imagined. But instead of being sucked out of the plane and plummeting to her messy demise, she slowly rose from the cabin deeper into the green light which had blanketed the craft.
Others began popping up, seat by seat, row by row. I felt my own chair giving out, and I started my upward traverse, my long-forgotten laptop still clutched tightly to my chest; a memory of raggety-andy dolls past, or perhaps some other comforting gesture. Eerily, instead of the light getting brighter, it became darker while the bass rumbling increased in
We do stuff like this all the time. Over 56k satellite circuits. Of course, we prefer to snail-mail a new flash card with the IOS, but for emergencies, tftp does work pretty well. Just slow.
> If Apple had any sense, then they will have watermarked the AAC files in some way to identify the owner of the file
Some sort of watermark based on a hash of the DRM key perhaps?
Fine:
Joe has "Invisible Touch" and runs fairplay on it. he takes the resulting DRM-free AAC file and runs md5sum. He then posts on/. what the result is.
Bill also has "Invisible Touch", and follows the same process that Joe did. He discovers one of two things:
The file hashes are identical, thus removing fear of retribution by fanatical enforcement agency personel.
The file hashes are different: So Bill posts his, in the odd chance that maybe it's just a fluke, and waits for other people to do the same.
Well, I don't have iTunes, so I can't join in the fun. Anybody want to try this out?
> "You agree that you will not attempt to, or encourage or assist any other person to, circumvent > or modify any security technology or software that is part of the Service or used to administer the Usage Rules"
Hmm. Since iTunes already allows the user to burn a CD, effectively removing the DRM, how then is this software not following the rules? I already have the keys to the music file. Therefore I have the right to an unencumbered copy.
Oh, SMC, I forgot to mention that I'm using FireFox 0.8 myself, and posting as P.O.T.
But seeing as I'm now following up to my own post, I can honestly say that I'm not having the same problems with CRLF inserts that you are. Perhaps you default to HTML posting?
Where the heck did you hear that? Or start saying it? I could have sworn that it was started by accident by my friend and co-actor Mike L, during a puppet show long about 8 years back or so.
The "crap" part came out that way because he was about to say "Christ" and, playing a Moor, realized that would be wrong. so it came out "Sweet Merciful Cr-... -ap!"
This seems like it would be a no-brainer, but I'm glad they're finally waking up to hear the radio.
I played around with broadcast back in my college days, and had some fun, especially knowing that the odds of somebody actually listening in were fairly remote ("free pizza to the next caller!"... tick...tick...tick..)
And with the size of my CD collection (as well as free MP3's from various places) I think it would be fun to set up a random genre station. Or, as my friends and I have talked about, a mobile station, for when we're taking long road trips.
Instead of moving completely off of this software which you've invested time and energy into training and upkeep,
(and here's the simple part, folks!)
PAY SOME DEVELOPERS
to implement the features that you would like to have. What are the odds that you'll save money in the short run (no large capital expense for licensing fees, training classes, support agreements) and in the long run (no forced upgrades, no discarding this application for a new -completely-different-app because the old company went under)
Plus you've added benefit to your organization in that they've got a(nother) skilled developer in house, or at least available under contract when they need him. Or not! Just hire somebody else to make the next changes. Keep those PFYs busy during the summer, coding instead of causing havoc.
Probably has to do with the number of available electrons to strip away.
Xenon is pretty plentiful (8 valence electrons), and compared to nitrogen (5 valence electrons), seems to have just a few more electrons available with little increase in mass, while still remaining a noble, inert gas.
Sorry for not being entirely clear in my suggestion. I have a nasty habit of skipping the whole B->Y part and jumping straight from A to Z.
Having just gone through a round of "what did we do right, what did we do wrong" questions, I was able to see the way people reacted to it. I'm not a manager, I'm an alternate team-leader. And what I saw was that most people are afraid to speak out due to their fear of reprecussions.
A method of anonymously giving feedback to upper management through a mid-tier can be helpful. The mid-tier's job in this instance is to go through the 'suggestion box' and weed out the inter-personell strife and bring the constructive criticisms to the table.
Good managers understand the importance of team building and conflict resolution. But it's the employees that have to learn whether their manager is good or not -- and that is generally not worth risking a job over, hence the anonymous forum.
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It probably has something to do with different tactile sensations being more pleasing to some people than others.
For instance, there are a large group (*gasp*) of people who shave all of the hair around their genitals. Crazy! So either they're rushing, on a swim team, or perverts, right?
Try it once or twice.
See, I don't say "p'own-idge", I say "pawn-idge",because they're like little pawns compared to my incomparible leetness of being.
Now if i could remember who really said that first....
Ah, nothing like the /. editors to whittle away at a story until it's nothing more than a couple of uninformative soundbites.
I'd actually sent in a quick summary of the PSJ memo and some other tidbits.
Ah well.. I guess this means I'm famous for mexing my mitafores. What's a mitafor? 'bout tree-fitty.
Thus the rebuttal that you're free to not use GPL software and go write your own damn software.
Just because there ain't no posts don't mean nobody gonna read it first.
Probably means they're actually reading first, which is a big step forward, in some eyes.
Me, I'll just have to wait for the AC text-only mirror.
Gah. Thanks to teh ghodz that I drive a motorcycle. Those won't be fly-by-wire anytime.
Unless you count Tron, but even that's got a handlebar.
wait.. wait.. I got one..
uh..
Guns don't kill people..
massive trauma and bloodloss due to kinetic impact with a foreign object kill people.
Webpage? man, i'm just happy that it doesn't include an ascii menu of sofware to download from a BBS, that I haven't installed yet. Like driver updates, or maybe even a new compression engine. Or this PPP thingy and what's this here? NCSA mosiac?
Phew.
Your MAC address can be spoofed.
It's also only 'guaranteed' unique on the local broadcast segment. In quotes, because somebody could spoof yours and receive all your traffic.
Sure, you could log it. It's just not as secure an identifier as you think it is.
This is a true story. I really did experience all of the events that transpired below.
--
The origins of Linux begin on the Sabbath, when not completely without hesitation I boarded flight 152, service from Anchorage, AK to Fairbanks and Prudhoe Bay. Far from a normal trip, this particular route was to carry dread and evil for all its passengers.
At exactly 12:30 P.M., the sparsely populated Boeing 737 began a leisurely take-off. The stewardesses had gone through the routine that every frequent flier knows by heart--often times better than the stewardesses. As the plane leveled into cruising altitude, drinks began to be served, I pulled my trusty laptop out of its storage compartment, and trouble appeared over the horizon.
I was sitting in 13C--an aisle seat anyway, never mind the superstition--when the fasten-seatbelt indicator starting blinking threateningly, mirroring the flash of the disk-access LED as the code I was typing in was auto-saved every
few minutes. Laptops die often, and autosave was my friend. However, not being one to buck tradition, I prised my fingers away from the keboard, reached down and calmly latched the cord of death around my waist and waited to hear
what would cause such a violation of standard air traffic procedures.
"This is your captain speaking, ladies and gentlemen, and I've just received news of some pretty rough turbulence at our cruising altitude of 37,500 feet, so we'll be dropping down a few thousand feet to see if we can avoid it."
'Well, it was a lovely thought,' I began to myself as the plane suddenly lurched sickeningly downward. A hiss of static, some garbled words over the intercom and my popping ears made the next few moments only slightly more bearable. My hands shot forward in an attempt to keep the 11-lbs-light 'laptop' from becoming a ballistic missle of death. The plane was now lurching every
which way, as if caught in some horrific version of pachinko. I could hear the beginnings of lunch begging to make themselves known in a very liquid fashion from a number of other people around me, as I initiated the shutdown procedure.
Turning myself queasily toward the window, I was rewarded with a pale green light filling the port side of the aircraft. Not being able to make heads
nor tails of the sudden change in luminesence, I quickly turned my head back to the center of the plane. Ears popping again in bitter frustration against the wild ride I was receiving, I slammed my hands to the sides of my head, hoping to relieve myself. There was to be no such luck.
Opening my eyes once again, I was struck in awe at how the cabin of the aircraft had suddenly taken on a greenish hue, not at all unlike the
emissions coming from outside.
Then, as if on cue from some unholy stage-manager, the entire roof of the plane peeled back. My mind faulted, and presented me with images of a child peeling a banana. The wind, however was not to be felt. This was somewhat comforting, as the green light was now blindingly bright, and my skin felt like it was blistering under the intensity.
A throbbing bass line wove under the sound of the airplanes engines, steadily increasing in volume. As the rumble grew louder, people and furniture began rocking back and forth, a visual reminder of the hell that was occurring.
Much to her dismay, the lady in 11D diagonally across from me was the first to go. Forgetting to strap her seatbelt in was her own fault, I imagined. But instead of being sucked out of the plane and plummeting to her messy demise, she slowly rose from the cabin deeper into the green light which had blanketed the craft.
Others began popping up, seat by seat, row by row. I felt my own chair giving out, and I started my upward traverse, my long-forgotten laptop still clutched tightly to my chest; a memory of raggety-andy dolls past, or perhaps some other comforting gesture. Eerily, instead of the light getting brighter, it became darker while the bass rumbling increased in
Maybe he needs to wind his way down Baker street?
I knew it was a hoax when he started discussing his Paley-Wiener space...
Heck, why stop there?
Why not mention that AmandaHugginkiss is not a woman at all, but a man? Now my girlfriend things(sic)
Well, either that or a lesbian. But I don't think so, and neither does The Gender Genie: Female Score: 1079, Male Score: 1562
Are you saying the Goering was a queen? I was under the assumption that it was Hitler whom was descended from a long line of English Queens.
600km?
We do stuff like this all the time. Over 56k satellite circuits. Of course, we prefer to snail-mail a new flash card with the IOS, but for emergencies, tftp does work pretty well. Just slow.
Ah, Alaska. Nothing else like it.
> If Apple had any sense, then they will have watermarked the AAC files in some way to identify the owner of the file
/. what the result is.
Some sort of watermark based on a hash of the DRM key perhaps?
Fine:
Joe has "Invisible Touch" and runs fairplay on it. he takes the resulting DRM-free AAC file and runs md5sum. He then posts on
Bill also has "Invisible Touch", and follows the same process that Joe did. He discovers one of two things:
The file hashes are identical, thus removing fear of retribution by fanatical enforcement agency personel.
The file hashes are different: So Bill posts his, in the odd chance that maybe it's just a fluke, and waits for other people to do the same.
Well, I don't have iTunes, so I can't join in the fun. Anybody want to try this out?
> "You agree that you will not attempt to, or encourage or assist any other person to, circumvent
> or modify any security technology or software that is part of the Service or used to administer the Usage Rules"
Hmm. Since iTunes already allows the user to burn a CD, effectively removing the DRM, how then is this software not following the rules? I already have the keys to the music file. Therefore I have the right to an unencumbered copy.
Yes i can, yes i can, yes i CAAAAAAN!
(apologies to Irving Berlin)
Yes, exactly like that.
Only you own the safe.
And it's in your house.
Sheesh.. RTFA. Think.
Oh, SMC, I forgot to mention that I'm using FireFox 0.8 myself, and posting as P.O.T.
But seeing as I'm now following up to my own post, I can honestly say that I'm not having the same problems with CRLF inserts that you are. Perhaps you default to HTML posting?
Sweet merciful crap?
... -ap!"
Where the heck did you hear that? Or start saying it? I could have sworn that it was started by accident by my friend and co-actor Mike L, during a puppet show long about 8 years back or so.
The "crap" part came out that way because he was about to say "Christ" and, playing a Moor, realized that would be wrong. so it came out "Sweet Merciful Cr-
Mmm. Dirty Puppet Shows...
This seems like it would be a no-brainer, but I'm glad they're finally waking up to hear the radio.
... tick...tick...tick..)
I played around with broadcast back in my college days, and had some fun, especially knowing that the odds of somebody actually listening in were fairly remote ("free pizza to the next caller!"
And with the size of my CD collection (as well as free MP3's from various places) I think it would be fun to set up a random genre station. Or, as my friends and I have talked about, a mobile station, for when we're taking long road trips.
And that's why open source is great!
Instead of moving completely off of this software which you've invested time and energy into training and upkeep,
(and here's the simple part, folks!)
PAY SOME DEVELOPERS
to implement the features that you would like to have. What are the odds that you'll save money in the short run (no large capital expense for licensing fees, training classes, support agreements) and in the long run (no forced upgrades, no discarding this application for a new -completely-different-app because the old company went under)
Plus you've added benefit to your organization in that they've got a(nother) skilled developer in house, or at least available under contract when they need him. Or not! Just hire somebody else to make the next changes. Keep those PFYs busy during the summer, coding instead of causing havoc.
Probably has to do with the number of available electrons to strip away.
Xenon is pretty plentiful (8 valence electrons), and compared to nitrogen (5 valence electrons), seems to have just a few more electrons available with little increase in mass, while still remaining a noble, inert gas.
IANAC
Sorry for not being entirely clear in my suggestion. I have a nasty habit of skipping the whole B->Y part and jumping straight from A to Z.
Having just gone through a round of "what did we do right, what did we do wrong" questions, I was able to see the way people reacted to it. I'm not a manager, I'm an alternate team-leader. And what I saw was that most people are afraid to speak out due to their fear of reprecussions.
A method of anonymously giving feedback to upper management through a mid-tier can be helpful. The mid-tier's job in this instance is to go through the 'suggestion box' and weed out the inter-personell strife and bring the constructive criticisms to the table.
Good managers understand the importance of team building and conflict resolution. But it's the employees that have to learn whether their manager is good or not -- and that is generally not worth risking a job over, hence the anonymous forum.