You're the tool of a fascist state. As long as you accept their arbitrary "left vs. right" dichotomy, and as long as you attack fellow citizens based on that false dichotomy, you're just allowing the people in power to divide and control you.
Regardless, even if you accept the false dichotomy, for every soviet union, I'll show you a Germany. For every Cuba, I'll show you an Italy. Extremism is extreme -- Duh.
As for this story, all I have to say is "Won't someone think of the children?
If it doesn't cause the clots to form quickly, then I don't see the use. If a person is bleeding, they'll be dead long before the person in your example if the sonic tourniquet actually takes any large amount of time to form the clots.
"Oh no! I'm bleeding so badly I need to sacrifice this arm by using a tourniquet to stop the blood flow, or I'm going to die!" "Don't worry, I've got this sonic tourniquet!"
"Oh, great!" "Well, you're going to be dead long before this happens, but it's going to make all the blood in your arm clot up someday."
"Boo hoo, nobody reads my posts. Boo hoo, moderators are out to get me. Boo hoo, this thing isn't a weapon."
If life's so hard, get off the Internet. Go sit in your room in fetal position, day after day, until you run out of food and water and die. And after you die, don't bitch to God about it, he doesn't want to hear it.
Calling it "infinite harmonic" seems silly to me. If an explosion sound contained infinite harmonics, then they superposition of the infinite harmonic waves would cause an infinite energy release, causing the end of life and the universe as we know it.
Is this a real term? Are audio mathematicians on acid, or is there a rational explanation for the term?
There's your answer: It redefines entire genres, is grander in scope and more beautiful in execution than anything that came before it, and it's buggy shit that MAY, god willing, become playable after the third or fourth year out.
You talk a lot, but what you appear to say is simply "I'm an idiot who spends money that isn't mine". Creative accounting turns people into slaves. I've seen it. I've seen people spend months or years trying to sell their house unsuccessfully, forced to face the conditions which prompted them to move in the interm.
I'm watching my home die, and a thousand debt-ridden saps like yourself declare bankruptcy every day. It breaks my heart. Do yourself a favour and don't play with money you don't really have. You may not regret it today, but you will someday find yourself a serf to it.
I second this. In fact, forget the stock market, head to Vegas. Bet it all on lucky number 7. If you win, you'll be able to pay off your loans right away, and if you don't, you always have your college education to fall back on.
(Oh wait, that was the money you were supposed to use to get that college education, isn't it? Oh well, it won't be too bad flipping burgers until your hair falls out and your penis has long since ceased to function.)
Really, taking risks in college is stupid. You're fighting for a future, for gods sake -- don't dick around. If your country has them, I'd recommend getting a nice safe GIC bank account with a fixed interest rate of a few percentage points. That way you can mitigate your losses due to interest on the loan somewhat without putting your future at risk. You can blow money on investments which may turn out good or bad when you're actually working at that dream job with the six figure income. Until then, the loan itself is risk enough. To gamble with your future using your future as collateral is a good way to end up without one.
Actually, you seem to have about as firm a grip on slashdot as you do on life. There is no editing of posts by moderators or editors on Slashdot. Any glimpse at the -1 moderated posts will show that. All moderators may do is assign a post a score of +1 or -1, which aggregates into the scores seen above every post. By default, Anonymous Cowards start at 0, new users start at 1, and users who have accumulated a certain amount of karma (The summation of non-funny moderations, both positive and negative, affecting a certain poster).
So grow up. You made a typo. And just like it's not myspace's job to protect this dumbfuck from meeting random people in real life, it's not Slashdots job to protect you from typos or spelling mistakes.
I'm sorry, but this conversation is over. You're not literate enough to read my precisely written blog entry, thus you're not literate enough to actually read my posts, thus you're not literate enough to comprehend my arguements.
You're also not literate enough to notice that I ended up taking personal and financial responsibility for my role in aggrivating consequences of the robbery. Hypocrite indeed.
antivirus is useless as a defense. By the time it detects something, malicious code has already entered your machine. It is instead much better to control the entrances so you don't need to worry about viruses arriving, rather than wasting massive amounts of time and power watching for one to come inside.
This is the strategy I use, and the last time I got a virus was the ANTI-EXE bootsector virus in the days before the Internet(We got it via 5 1/4 floppy disks). Every few months I run a validation using panda software's activescan, but it's alwasy said the same thing: If you control the inputs, you don't need to comb the area for viruses.
Shit happens. If you do things that help make it happen, you are to blame. In this cursed city, I've been robbed, stolen from, accused, and treated with the greatest contempt, but unlike the girl and her honourless parents in this story, I didn't make dumbfuck decisions like inviting people on the internet to meet me.
It's the first rule of the internet: What happens on the internet stays on the internet, because it's too dangerous a place to be fucking around. ESPECIALLY if you're 14.
Have you ever MET a 14 year old girl? Maybe in your little chocolate fantasy land filled with cupids and dancing sugar nymphs who protect our dreams from the evil but lovable warlords with cute names and lovable incompotent sidekicks, where the happy days wash by with a cinnamon breeze alongside a taffy ocean, where the sea turtles are always up for adventure and life is a never-ending cacophanous orgasmic high, maybe there 14 year old girls are innocent. Having had to watch one (I wasn't responsible for) stagger in after midnight reeking of alcohol and watching her roll around on the ground all night, hoping she didn't leave this mortal coil before morning (Becuase even though I'm not responsible for her, I'm no mini-human), I find compassion extremely hard to come by. If the 14 year olds I've known are any indication, the "sexual assault" wasn't likely to be rape, and she likely wasn't innocent, and this is probably just a mini-quarrel among mini-humans.
As opposed to being in your 40s, and messing things up to the point that Debbie Travis is doing a series about how my entire generation is a bunch of slacker fuck-ups?
Having walked the path isn't enough to speak about it. Only people who have walked the path WELL may speak. Often people forget that.
When you're 14, you don't meet people you met over the Internet. Period. I don't care what gender you are, I don't care how tough or smart you think you are. You 100% categorically don't do it. It's like not taking candy or rides from strangers. When you're older and wiser it might not be a terrible thing, but this is just common sense.
That would be fine, if young female culture didn't often take statutory rape -- that is, having sex with some 20 year old when you're 14 -- as some sort of bizzare badge of honour and something to be actively sought.
As long as we have mini-humans with mini-humanity, all such laws are unjust, as far as I'm concerned.
Reasonable humans take responsibility for their actions. If you've decided to meet a random person you met on the internet, no matter what your age, you're probably a flaming idiot, and should take responsibility for that. Let's face it, odds are if it wasn't myspace, she would have ended up walking into a biker bar and started insulting the ugly bikers or something.
People who refuse to take responsibility for their actions disgust me. People who refuse to take responsibility for their actions then launch a frivolous tort lawsuit to turn a personal tragedy into an opportunity to strike it rich should commit suicide so they can stop dishonouring the name of their parents and grandparents.
Oh noes! You mean that people might misrepresent themselves on the internet? Does this mean that my girlfreind on that MMORPG might be a nerdy man living in his parents basement instead of a naughty dark elf bitch?
I'll have to cry a river for buffoons everywhere. Your internet connection doesn't come with a disk marked "streetwise", because it's expected that you should bring your own, just like you're supposed to use your own PC.
I've got a life. Good job, interesting hobbies, a few good friends, and a whole lot of nerdiness like wikipedia. Since you appear to be claiming not to be a "fanboy, idiot, nerd", what's your excuse for being here?
When someone is 100% wrong, is arguing against several people who have the knowedge and paper qualifications to say so with authority, and refuses to even consider the possibility that their half-baked incorrect theory might be half-baked and incorrect, it's not the person saying "moron" who is being a jackass.
Of course, resorting to calling everyone who disagrees "morons" is sort of a hint that the arguer is at the end of his or hers wits:)
Not always. In one discussion, a person was arguing against several applied and theoretical physicists at various levels of skill and education that the earth was hollow and filled with cold gas because of gravity. I felt obliged to call him a moron repeatedly as I refuted him using almost every single involved science, both applied and theoretical.
It's an unfortunate modern myth that if you're called a moron that you're not. Sometimes you aren't the idiot, but if you are, then you are.
This of course, has no direct relevance to the discussion at hand.
I'd argue strongly that the Internet has already brutally massacred the market for Encyclopedias. There was once a time where the only way you could learn about obscure topics was to use one, but today, just type a few words into Google and you've got more information than you'd need to write a whole book on the subject.
With a few exceptions, of course. For example, my Liptak cannot be replaced with the Internet because 99.999% of people wouldn't have the foggiest idea what any of the stuff in it is.:)
Some of the marginal edits on backwater pages I've made that have been reverted seem to disprove your theory.
Speaking of which, "It had been there for a while" -- how did you find out unless you checked the history? If you checked the history, why not spend the 2 seconds more to click once again and get rid of the offending edit? I don't think your story is well constructed enough to be the truth.:P
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You're the tool of a fascist state. As long as you accept their arbitrary "left vs. right" dichotomy, and as long as you attack fellow citizens based on that false dichotomy, you're just allowing the people in power to divide and control you.
Regardless, even if you accept the false dichotomy, for every soviet union, I'll show you a Germany. For every Cuba, I'll show you an Italy. Extremism is extreme -- Duh.
As for this story, all I have to say is "Won't someone think of the children?
If it doesn't cause the clots to form quickly, then I don't see the use. If a person is bleeding, they'll be dead long before the person in your example if the sonic tourniquet actually takes any large amount of time to form the clots.
"Oh no! I'm bleeding so badly I need to sacrifice this arm by using a tourniquet to stop the blood flow, or I'm going to die!"
"Don't worry, I've got this sonic tourniquet!"
"Oh, great!"
"Well, you're going to be dead long before this happens, but it's going to make all the blood in your arm clot up someday."
Jesus Christ you're a whiney bitch.
"Boo hoo, nobody reads my posts. Boo hoo, moderators are out to get me. Boo hoo, this thing isn't a weapon."
If life's so hard, get off the Internet. Go sit in your room in fetal position, day after day, until you run out of food and water and die. And after you die, don't bitch to God about it, he doesn't want to hear it.
Calling it "infinite harmonic" seems silly to me. If an explosion sound contained infinite harmonics, then they superposition of the infinite harmonic waves would cause an infinite energy release, causing the end of life and the universe as we know it.
Is this a real term? Are audio mathematicians on acid, or is there a rational explanation for the term?
There's your answer: It redefines entire genres, is grander in scope and more beautiful in execution than anything that came before it, and it's buggy shit that MAY, god willing, become playable after the third or fourth year out.
You talk a lot, but what you appear to say is simply "I'm an idiot who spends money that isn't mine". Creative accounting turns people into slaves. I've seen it. I've seen people spend months or years trying to sell their house unsuccessfully, forced to face the conditions which prompted them to move in the interm.
I'm watching my home die, and a thousand debt-ridden saps like yourself declare bankruptcy every day. It breaks my heart. Do yourself a favour and don't play with money you don't really have. You may not regret it today, but you will someday find yourself a serf to it.
I second this. In fact, forget the stock market, head to Vegas. Bet it all on lucky number 7. If you win, you'll be able to pay off your loans right away, and if you don't, you always have your college education to fall back on.
(Oh wait, that was the money you were supposed to use to get that college education, isn't it? Oh well, it won't be too bad flipping burgers until your hair falls out and your penis has long since ceased to function.)
Really, taking risks in college is stupid. You're fighting for a future, for gods sake -- don't dick around. If your country has them, I'd recommend getting a nice safe GIC bank account with a fixed interest rate of a few percentage points. That way you can mitigate your losses due to interest on the loan somewhat without putting your future at risk. You can blow money on investments which may turn out good or bad when you're actually working at that dream job with the six figure income. Until then, the loan itself is risk enough. To gamble with your future using your future as collateral is a good way to end up without one.
Actually, you seem to have about as firm a grip on slashdot as you do on life. There is no editing of posts by moderators or editors on Slashdot. Any glimpse at the -1 moderated posts will show that. All moderators may do is assign a post a score of +1 or -1, which aggregates into the scores seen above every post. By default, Anonymous Cowards start at 0, new users start at 1, and users who have accumulated a certain amount of karma (The summation of non-funny moderations, both positive and negative, affecting a certain poster).
So grow up. You made a typo. And just like it's not myspace's job to protect this dumbfuck from meeting random people in real life, it's not Slashdots job to protect you from typos or spelling mistakes.
I'm sorry, but this conversation is over. You're not literate enough to read my precisely written blog entry, thus you're not literate enough to actually read my posts, thus you're not literate enough to comprehend my arguements.
You're also not literate enough to notice that I ended up taking personal and financial responsibility for my role in aggrivating consequences of the robbery. Hypocrite indeed.
Call Hooked On Phonics today!
antivirus is useless as a defense. By the time it detects something, malicious code has already entered your machine. It is instead much better to control the entrances so you don't need to worry about viruses arriving, rather than wasting massive amounts of time and power watching for one to come inside.
This is the strategy I use, and the last time I got a virus was the ANTI-EXE bootsector virus in the days before the Internet(We got it via 5 1/4 floppy disks). Every few months I run a validation using panda software's activescan, but it's alwasy said the same thing: If you control the inputs, you don't need to comb the area for viruses.
You fail.
Shit happens. If you do things that help make it happen, you are to blame. In this cursed city, I've been robbed, stolen from, accused, and treated with the greatest contempt, but unlike the girl and her honourless parents in this story, I didn't make dumbfuck decisions like inviting people on the internet to meet me.
It's the first rule of the internet: What happens on the internet stays on the internet, because it's too dangerous a place to be fucking around. ESPECIALLY if you're 14.
I don't intend to be meeting you or anyone else here in life.
What happens on the Internet stays on the Internet.
Have you ever MET a 14 year old girl? Maybe in your little chocolate fantasy land filled with cupids and dancing sugar nymphs who protect our dreams from the evil but lovable warlords with cute names and lovable incompotent sidekicks, where the happy days wash by with a cinnamon breeze alongside a taffy ocean, where the sea turtles are always up for adventure and life is a never-ending cacophanous orgasmic high, maybe there 14 year old girls are innocent. Having had to watch one (I wasn't responsible for) stagger in after midnight reeking of alcohol and watching her roll around on the ground all night, hoping she didn't leave this mortal coil before morning (Becuase even though I'm not responsible for her, I'm no mini-human), I find compassion extremely hard to come by. If the 14 year olds I've known are any indication, the "sexual assault" wasn't likely to be rape, and she likely wasn't innocent, and this is probably just a mini-quarrel among mini-humans.
As opposed to being in your 40s, and messing things up to the point that Debbie Travis is doing a series about how my entire generation is a bunch of slacker fuck-ups?
Having walked the path isn't enough to speak about it. Only people who have walked the path WELL may speak. Often people forget that.
When you're 14, you don't meet people you met over the Internet. Period. I don't care what gender you are, I don't care how tough or smart you think you are. You 100% categorically don't do it. It's like not taking candy or rides from strangers. When you're older and wiser it might not be a terrible thing, but this is just common sense.
That would be fine, if young female culture didn't often take statutory rape -- that is, having sex with some 20 year old when you're 14 -- as some sort of bizzare badge of honour and something to be actively sought.
As long as we have mini-humans with mini-humanity, all such laws are unjust, as far as I'm concerned.
Reasonable humans take responsibility for their actions. If you've decided to meet a random person you met on the internet, no matter what your age, you're probably a flaming idiot, and should take responsibility for that. Let's face it, odds are if it wasn't myspace, she would have ended up walking into a biker bar and started insulting the ugly bikers or something.
People who refuse to take responsibility for their actions disgust me. People who refuse to take responsibility for their actions then launch a frivolous tort lawsuit to turn a personal tragedy into an opportunity to strike it rich should commit suicide so they can stop dishonouring the name of their parents and grandparents.
Forget about monitoring the kid, how about teaching your kids enough common sense to know that you don't mix the internet and real life?
Oh noes! You mean that people might misrepresent themselves on the internet? Does this mean that my girlfreind on that MMORPG might be a nerdy man living in his parents basement instead of a naughty dark elf bitch?
I'll have to cry a river for buffoons everywhere. Your internet connection doesn't come with a disk marked "streetwise", because it's expected that you should bring your own, just like you're supposed to use your own PC.
I've got a life. Good job, interesting hobbies, a few good friends, and a whole lot of nerdiness like wikipedia. Since you appear to be claiming not to be a "fanboy, idiot, nerd", what's your excuse for being here?
When someone is 100% wrong, is arguing against several people who have the knowedge and paper qualifications to say so with authority, and refuses to even consider the possibility that their half-baked incorrect theory might be half-baked and incorrect, it's not the person saying "moron" who is being a jackass.
Of course, resorting to calling everyone who disagrees "morons" is sort of a hint that the arguer is at the end of his or hers wits :)
Not always. In one discussion, a person was arguing against several applied and theoretical physicists at various levels of skill and education that the earth was hollow and filled with cold gas because of gravity. I felt obliged to call him a moron repeatedly as I refuted him using almost every single involved science, both applied and theoretical.
It's an unfortunate modern myth that if you're called a moron that you're not. Sometimes you aren't the idiot, but if you are, then you are.
This of course, has no direct relevance to the discussion at hand.
I'd argue strongly that the Internet has already brutally massacred the market for Encyclopedias. There was once a time where the only way you could learn about obscure topics was to use one, but today, just type a few words into Google and you've got more information than you'd need to write a whole book on the subject.
:)
With a few exceptions, of course. For example, my Liptak cannot be replaced with the Internet because 99.999% of people wouldn't have the foggiest idea what any of the stuff in it is.
Some of the marginal edits on backwater pages I've made that have been reverted seem to disprove your theory.
:P
Speaking of which, "It had been there for a while" -- how did you find out unless you checked the history? If you checked the history, why not spend the 2 seconds more to click once again and get rid of the offending edit? I don't think your story is well constructed enough to be the truth.
It's right there below soviet canukistan. Duh.