Paradoxically, some depressives seem like they're improving just before they commit suicide. Deciding on and planning out the deed, knowing that the end to their suffering is at hand can make them seem happier. This adds to the "out of the blue" perception.
Unless you're a rockstar, compensation is usually a "take it or leave it" proposition. Especially so in an economy where people are desperate for jobs and will take anything to put food on the table.
This is true. If you didn't go to college you'd be doomed to a dreary blue collar existence as depicted on Roseanne.
That said, The time seems to be growing short for the luxury of having a job in an air conditioned office where you get paid for pushing buttons and making phone calls.
"no matter what promises you make on the campaign trail - blah, blah, blah - when you win, you go into this smoky room with the twelve industrialist, capitalist scumfucks that got you in there, and this little screen comes down... and it's a shot of the Kennedy assassination from an angle you've never seen before, which looks suspiciously off the grassy knoll.... And then the screen comes up, the lights come on, and they say to the new president, 'Any questions?'"
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Mod +1 Run & tell that, homeboy.
Oh and Peter Pan will likely never be in the public domain...
On Barrie's death, Great Ormand Street Hospital (a London childrens hospital) was given the copyright in perpetuity.
Before they went with IP location, they experimented with a challenge/response system to verify UK citizenship:
Which number Elizabeth are we up to now?
What do you call potatoes that are thinly sliced, fried, and sold in foil bags?
Translate this sentence into cockney: "hello friend, I have a stomachache"
Given the limits and frailties of the human memory, he could have written a follow-up about the mangled misremembered books:
A Tale of Two Cities - Christopher Dickins look at Minneapolis and st Paul.
Moby Dick - Herman Mullers classic tale of Captain Arabs search for the perfect tuna salad sandwich.
Macbeth - The story of the first girl to own an Apple Macintosh.
Matlock? I didn't think they were marketing to kids? Zoetropes and vaudeville are where the marketing shillings should go.
It's definitely telling... telling that you didn't see the disclaimer on the bottom of the Google News page:
The selection and placement of stories on this page were determined automatically by a computer program.
I'm gonna report this to me member of parliament.
HEY GUS!
Now we'll know exactly when to start the Wizard of Oz.
Bilking people out of their savings because they're terrified that they're going to die is pretty fucking low.
Their money is forfeit any way you look at it. The insurance company will almost certainly clean them out if this guy doesn't.
That's why the Nextels are popular amongst the cops.
Paradoxically, some depressives seem like they're improving just before they commit suicide. Deciding on and planning out the deed, knowing that the end to their suffering is at hand can make them seem happier. This adds to the "out of the blue" perception.
He done goofed.
Unless you're a rockstar, compensation is usually a "take it or leave it" proposition. Especially so in an economy where people are desperate for jobs and will take anything to put food on the table.
Remember: If a company does it, its a smart business decision. If an individual does it, they're thieving scum.
This is true. If you didn't go to college you'd be doomed to a dreary blue collar existence as depicted on Roseanne.
That said, The time seems to be growing short for the luxury of having a job in an air conditioned office where you get paid for pushing buttons and making phone calls.
I used to work on a NASDAQ trading floor
A difficult job, considering NASDAQ is an all-electronic exchange.....
so it is stylistically consistent, uses proper grammar and the content is correct
In other words, Slashdot editors need not apply?
This car was featured in the popular zoetrope: "Pimpeth Thine Horseless Carriage".
On what?
Now that CmdrTaco has retired, it's Matlock and stamp collecting posts from now on.
I didn't think any computer back in 1972 had any kind of graphics capability outside of ASCII art.
"Crackhead" is such a harsh word. I prefer "processed cocaine enthusiast".
Did you ever make peace with Tsutomu Shimomura and/or John Markoff?
"no matter what promises you make on the campaign trail - blah, blah, blah - when you win, you go into this smoky room with the twelve industrialist, capitalist scumfucks that got you in there, and this little screen comes down... and it's a shot of the Kennedy assassination from an angle you've never seen before, which looks suspiciously off the grassy knoll.... And then the screen comes up, the lights come on, and they say to the new president, 'Any questions?'"
- Bill Hicks
Fun fact: samzenpus is really Junis, editing slashdot from his sweet Linux-running Amiga in Afghanistan.