And, they weren't in the right orbit to make it to the space station.
Not only that, but they didn't even have the docking adapter to connect to the ISS if they could have reached it. So even if they did know about the damage, the choice would have been, stay in orbit and suffocate as tha air ran out, or attempt re-entry and risk rapid incineration.
One year my company bought our entire staff nice-looking, waterproof, nylon jackets with the company logo and departnent name stitched on them. The logo was inobtrusive and almost unnoticable unless you looked close. Everyone liked them and wore them often. Another year we got gift certificates to a local mall so we could go buy whatever we wanted. That pleased most people.
Last year each of the tech staff got a Victorinox SwissTool X. They must have liked them, you see them on every tech's belt and are the first tool grabbed when cutting a cable, tightening a nut, stripping a wire or slicing a bagel.
Past gifts that the staff didn't like were: jewelery (some people don't wear it or have no one to give it to), logo merchandise from the company catalog (usually so cheaply made it isn't worth the time to throw it away), rounds of golf at a local club and a company logo golf shirt (half the staff didn't play and the shirt was BUTT-UGLY), restaurant gift certificates (people with families got larger value certificates than single people which caused ill feelings and a few people either didn't like or couldn't eat at the chosen restaurant).
Worst one was when they hired a room and a caterer at a fancy hotel to make a "Special Christmas Luncheon of Appreciation" for us, then spent half an hour trying to get us to all sing Christmas carols where the lyrics had been changed to (very bad) lyrics relating to our industry and our jobs. (Don't ask. Some nights I still wake up screaming.)
And THEN, just before they serve the food, they tell us we have to be done eating and back to work in 30 minutes because they only rented the room for an hour. The next year when management suggested they might do it again, no one signed up to participate and it was never mentioned again, except in a context involving Hell freezing over.
I remember subscribing to a new magazine called NOVA. Months later a magazine appears in my mail called OMNI. I thought, "WTF is this?" and almost threw it out. Somewhere inside they mentioned that they had a legal issue over the name NOVA. I think WGBH in Boston owned the name and were putting out a science magazine supplement to their TV series at the time.
Yeah, I remember it. Then after spending days typing a program in, it would crash for no apparent reason. And the following month there'd be a correction, a line left off or a hex pair transposed. Still, it was a lot of fun and I got real good at debugging 6502 code.
Yeah,.info rocked. If a product sucked, they said so. None of this "gotta please the advertisers no matter what" stuff. That attitude probably contributed to their going under. Somewhere around here I've got boxes of.info, Creative Computing, Call A.P.P.L.E., early Byte (from when they actually had SOME content), kilobyte,... hell, I can't even remember them all.
Thanks savetz, I think I'll go look around the garage for a bit before going to bed.
I Pledge Allegiance To the Flag That Appears on my Desktop Startup Screen. And to the Monopoly For Which it Stands; One Operating System Over All, Inescapable, With Freedom and Privacy for none.
(Sorry, couldn't resist. Feel free to mod me down.)
The best bit I ever saw as done by a neighbor when I lived at my old house. He got a big cast iron cauldron, filled it with candy and put it in front of the house. Next to it he put a stuffed scarecrow in a chair. You know the type, old shirt and pants stuffed with straw, old gloves, plastic pumpkin head and an old floppy straw hat. Next to the cauldron was a sign that read, "Sorry Kids, We had to go out of town. Enjoy the candy!"
Now the trick was, the scarecrow wasn't what it seemed, it was actually my neighbor inside some oversized clothes stufed with straw, newspapers, etc. He sat there motionless, arms and fingers askew for a couple of hours and waited.
When smaller kids came up, usually with their parents, he'd do nothing. But when some of the older "punks" came up, thinking it was easy pickings and they'd just take the whole thing, he's jump up screaming, "I'm gonna eat your face and knaw your bones!"
They'd run off screaming and more than a few would literally 'wet' themselves. One even dropped to the ground and started screaming for Jesus to save him.
I and some of the other neighbors sat in the house in the dark with his wife, drank beer and watched the fun.
Now here's the funniest part. Late in the evening a little girl and her mother came up to the house. The mother prodded the little girl, dressed as a princess, to go up and get some candy. The girl cautiously crept up to the cauldron and reached in, never taking her wide-open eyes off the "scarecrow". She took a couple of small handfuls of candy and ran back to her mother.
Half-way back to the sidewalk she remembered her manners. She turned back to the scarecrow and waved saying, "Thank you, mister scarecrow!"
Our neighbor waved back saying, "You're welcome!"
The little girl was unfazed, but the mother let out a scream that could probably be heard for blocks.
In the house, we couldn't stop laughing for several minutes.
Now one of the best costumes I ever saw was done by a college roommate. He put a piece of gauze over one eye, then covered it with extra-thick, congealing, red gelatin, which hardened on his face. Then he stuck a plastic eyeball on his cheek with more gelatin. some frayed, yellow, nylon cord was dipped in the gelatin to look like an optic nerve and pasted between the plastic eye and his eye socket. (I helped him get things placed just so.) A pair of sunglasses with one lens broken out and pieces of the lens stuck in the gelatin around the eye completed the effect.
More gelatin (green this time) on the side of his head was sculpted to look like an oozing head wound.
For the rest of his costume he put on an old, tattered, overcoat, some hideously ugly, green, monster-like, rubber gloves and carried a large plastic knife.
He took 3rd in a contest held by a local bar. He lost to a thin, blonde girl who had painted herself white with black lips and black eyeliner wearing a white wispy gown and a muscle-bound guy dressed as Rambo whose costume consisted of a pair of torn jeans, a bandanna and a kid-sized plastic gun.
First and second place got $250 and $100 cash respectively, 3rd place got a $10 gift certificate to the restaraunt next to the bar. Found out later the ghostly girl was the bar owner's niece and Rambo was his cousin. After that, my roommate never really bothered to do much for Halloween.
6 people in butterfly costumes were struck and killed by a large truck today downtown. Police say that the truck driver's vision was obscured by a large, multi-colored, butterfly sticker on his windshield. No charges have been filed.
I've got a set of routers located in a crawlspace where the only way to get to them is to walk across boards spanning small metal beams that were put in to hold a suspended false ceiling. One missed step and you'll drop right through the ceiling, AND IT'S A 2 STORY DROP! Once I dropped a power pack while replacing it and nearly killed a gal working below. Power pack exploded like a bomb when it hit.
We recently had a "security audit" where they recommended we should mount those routers in a locked cabinet for increased security. Not a mention about the boards, lack of handrail, safety net, etc. Heck, who needs a locked cabinet? Just remove one of the boards and NO ONE can get to those routers, not even the people who are supposed to maintain them!
Back when we used thinnet one of the managers didn't like stringing new coax through the building whenever we remodeled or moved people, so he had us cut all the coaxes to length PLUS 25 FEET! He figured if someone moved we could pull back the excess and save time. The cables all terminated in what came to be called the spaghetti room, from the coils of coax all over the floor. We had to step over all the coaxes to get to the routers and hubs. Eventually, the coaxes got damaged from all the abuse and had to be cut off to length anyway, but for several years it was a serious tripping hazard for anyone who entered that room.
How about the LG Internet Refrigerator? Saw one locally and it looked pretty neat. I'm not in the market for one so I didn't pay attention to the price. I recall it also played MP3s and had a TV.
Run it down the furnace ducts. A friend of mine has done that to the last 3 houses where he's lived. Just make sure to use plenum-rated Cat-5 and route it out of the ducts at an unobtrusive location several feet from the furnace's heating element.
Pry an opening in a duct in the furnace room, route the cables out of it to your hub, cover the hole temporarily with a strip of duct tape. When you move out, just yank the cables out of the duct and cover the hole with another piece of duct tape. The owner will never know.
It wasn't until World War I that people put aside their differences for the common good and the industry worked together in a spirit of free exchange of ideas!
It's my understanding that the two parties didn't just "put aside" their differences, the US government paid off each side and told them to quit fighting and get to work building better airplanes and that the government wouldn't allow enforcement of any of their patents. For the good of the country.
The fact that there is significant dropoff at the higher end, but not the lower end, means it must be balanced by a lot of slightly above average people.
Actually the fact that there is significant dropoff at the higher end, but not the lower end, means the person drawing the graph didn't include all the data. Didn't you notice that the average IQ (always 100 by definition) isn't in the center, or that there's no data for an IQ of 70 or 60 or less? Don't try to tell me these's no one in the world with an IQ lower than 80; I read Slashdot, I know better. I've seen them post.
Your graph only proves that someone can draw a graph.
According to this study, they get more energy from the ethanol than it takes to make it.
So, you make some ethanol, then use that ethanol to make more ethanol, use that to make even more ethanol,... eventually you've got an endless supply of fuel.
Somehow I get the impression that something's missing, like the laws of entropy.
Slashdot Mirror
And, they weren't in the right orbit to make it to the space station.
Not only that, but they didn't even have the docking adapter to connect to the ISS if they could have reached it. So even if they did know about the damage, the choice would have been, stay in orbit and suffocate as tha air ran out, or attempt re-entry and risk rapid incineration.
Two bad choices is as bad as no choice at all.
I've been INSULTED!
Or complemented.
er, um... I'll get back to you.
One year my company bought our entire staff nice-looking, waterproof, nylon jackets with the company logo and departnent name stitched on them. The logo was inobtrusive and almost unnoticable unless you looked close. Everyone liked them and wore them often. Another year we got gift certificates to a local mall so we could go buy whatever we wanted. That pleased most people.
Last year each of the tech staff got a Victorinox SwissTool X. They must have liked them, you see them on every tech's belt and are the first tool grabbed when cutting a cable, tightening a nut, stripping a wire or slicing a bagel.
Past gifts that the staff didn't like were: jewelery (some people don't wear it or have no one to give it to), logo merchandise from the company catalog (usually so cheaply made it isn't worth the time to throw it away), rounds of golf at a local club and a company logo golf shirt (half the staff didn't play and the shirt was BUTT-UGLY), restaurant gift certificates (people with families got larger value certificates than single people which caused ill feelings and a few people either didn't like or couldn't eat at the chosen restaurant).
Worst one was when they hired a room and a caterer at a fancy hotel to make a "Special Christmas Luncheon of Appreciation" for us, then spent half an hour trying to get us to all sing Christmas carols where the lyrics had been changed to (very bad) lyrics relating to our industry and our jobs. (Don't ask. Some nights I still wake up screaming.)
And THEN, just before they serve the food, they tell us we have to be done eating and back to work in 30 minutes because they only rented the room for an hour. The next year when management suggested they might do it again, no one signed up to participate and it was never mentioned again, except in a context involving Hell freezing over.
Remember when watches only had an hour and a minute hand? And then all of a sudden, they had a second hand,
My grandfather had a POCKET watch with a second hand. Which raises the question,
"DUDE! Just how old are you anyway?""
Nope. It was NOVA.
I remember subscribing to a new magazine called NOVA. Months later a magazine appears in my mail called OMNI. I thought, "WTF is this?" and almost threw it out. Somewhere inside they mentioned that they had a legal issue over the name NOVA. I think WGBH in Boston owned the name and were putting out a science magazine supplement to their TV series at the time.
Now that's just terrible. That would be as bad as everyone here signing her up for a bunch of junk mail using her home address of
LAURA BETTERLY
717 WEATHERSFIELD DR
DUNEDIN FL 34698
So don't any of you even think of doing that.
Yes, but do you remember the original name of the magazine, before they had to change it to OMNI?
That'll date you.
David Ahl sells insurance in New Jersey now, and wants to be left alone, unless you want to buy insurance.
That's kinda, well, sad in a way. I wish you hadn't told us that.
Yeah, I remember it. Then after spending days typing a program in, it would crash for no apparent reason. And the following month there'd be a correction, a line left off or a hex pair transposed. Still, it was a lot of fun and I got real good at debugging 6502 code.
Yeah, .info rocked. If a product sucked, they said so. None of this "gotta please the advertisers no matter what" stuff. That attitude probably contributed to their going under. .info, Creative Computing, Call A.P.P.L.E., early Byte (from when they actually had SOME content), kilobyte, ... hell, I can't even remember them all.
Somewhere around here I've got boxes of
Thanks savetz, I think I'll go look around the garage for a bit before going to bed.
Absolutely hilarious!Is it GFDL'd?
I don't suppose it matters. Anyone who wants will just copy it anyway.
It just came to me this morning while I was in the shower.
All together now...
I Pledge Allegiance
To the Flag
That Appears on my Desktop Startup Screen.
And to the Monopoly
For Which it Stands;
One Operating System
Over All,
Inescapable,
With Freedom and Privacy for none.
(Sorry, couldn't resist. Feel free to mod me down.)
The best bit I ever saw as done by a neighbor when I lived at my old house. He got a big cast iron cauldron, filled it with candy and put it in front of the house. Next to it he put a stuffed scarecrow in a chair. You know the type, old shirt and pants stuffed with straw, old gloves, plastic pumpkin head and an old floppy straw hat. Next to the cauldron was a sign that read, "Sorry Kids, We had to go out of town. Enjoy the candy!"
Now the trick was, the scarecrow wasn't what it seemed, it was actually my neighbor inside some oversized clothes stufed with straw, newspapers, etc. He sat there motionless, arms and fingers askew for a couple of hours and waited.
When smaller kids came up, usually with their parents, he'd do nothing. But when some of the older "punks" came up, thinking it was easy pickings and they'd just take the whole thing, he's jump up screaming, "I'm gonna eat your face and knaw your bones!"
They'd run off screaming and more than a few would literally 'wet' themselves. One even dropped to the ground and started screaming for Jesus to save him.
I and some of the other neighbors sat in the house in the dark with his wife, drank beer and watched the fun.
Now here's the funniest part. Late in the evening a little girl and her mother came up to the house. The mother prodded the little girl, dressed as a princess, to go up and get some candy. The girl cautiously crept up to the cauldron and reached in, never taking her wide-open eyes off the "scarecrow". She took a couple of small handfuls of candy and ran back to her mother.
Half-way back to the sidewalk she remembered her manners. She turned back to the scarecrow and waved saying, "Thank you, mister scarecrow!"
Our neighbor waved back saying, "You're welcome!"
The little girl was unfazed, but the mother let out a scream that could probably be heard for blocks.
In the house, we couldn't stop laughing for several minutes.
Now one of the best costumes I ever saw was done by a college roommate. He put a piece of gauze over one eye, then covered it with extra-thick, congealing, red gelatin, which hardened on his face. Then he stuck a plastic eyeball on his cheek with more gelatin. some frayed, yellow, nylon cord was dipped in the gelatin to look like an optic nerve and pasted between the plastic eye and his eye socket. (I helped him get things placed just so.) A pair of sunglasses with one lens broken out and pieces of the lens stuck in the gelatin around the eye completed the effect.
More gelatin (green this time) on the side of his head was sculpted to look like an oozing head wound.
For the rest of his costume he put on an old, tattered, overcoat, some hideously ugly, green, monster-like, rubber gloves and carried a large plastic knife.
He took 3rd in a contest held by a local bar. He lost to a thin, blonde girl who had painted herself white with black lips and black eyeliner wearing a white wispy gown and a muscle-bound guy dressed as Rambo whose costume consisted of a pair of torn jeans, a bandanna and a kid-sized plastic gun.
First and second place got $250 and $100 cash respectively, 3rd place got a $10 gift certificate to the restaraunt next to the bar. Found out later the ghostly girl was the bar owner's niece and Rambo was his cousin. After that, my roommate never really bothered to do much for Halloween.
6 people in butterfly costumes were struck and killed by a large truck today downtown. Police say that the truck driver's vision was obscured by a large, multi-colored, butterfly sticker on his windshield. No charges have been filed.
Ahhh, justice.
Those are nothing. NOTHING, I tell you!
I've got a set of routers located in a crawlspace where the only way to get to them is to walk across boards spanning small metal beams that were put in to hold a suspended false ceiling. One missed step and you'll drop right through the ceiling, AND IT'S A 2 STORY DROP! Once I dropped a power pack while replacing it and nearly killed a gal working below. Power pack exploded like a bomb when it hit.
We recently had a "security audit" where they recommended we should mount those routers in a locked cabinet for increased security. Not a mention about the boards, lack of handrail, safety net, etc. Heck, who needs a locked cabinet? Just remove one of the boards and NO ONE can get to those routers, not even the people who are supposed to maintain them!
Back when we used thinnet one of the managers didn't like stringing new coax through the building whenever we remodeled or moved people, so he had us cut all the coaxes to length PLUS 25 FEET! He figured if someone moved we could pull back the excess and save time. The cables all terminated in what came to be called the spaghetti room, from the coils of coax all over the floor. We had to step over all the coaxes to get to the routers and hubs. Eventually, the coaxes got damaged from all the abuse and had to be cut off to length anyway, but for several years it was a serious tripping hazard for anyone who entered that room.
How about the LG Internet Refrigerator?
Saw one locally and it looked pretty neat. I'm not in the market for one so I didn't pay attention to the price. I recall it also played MP3s and had a TV.
Run it down the furnace ducts. A friend of mine has done that to the last 3 houses where he's lived. Just make sure to use plenum-rated Cat-5 and route it out of the ducts at an unobtrusive location several feet from the furnace's heating element.
Pry an opening in a duct in the furnace room, route the cables out of it to your hub, cover the hole temporarily with a strip of duct tape. When you move out, just yank the cables out of the duct and cover the hole with another piece of duct tape. The owner will never know.
And, if you wipe out on gravel, you'll get your own permanant T@2 as well!
It wasn't until World War I that people put aside their differences for the common good and the industry worked together in a spirit of free exchange of ideas!
It's my understanding that the two parties didn't just "put aside" their differences, the US government paid off each side and told them to quit fighting and get to work building better airplanes and that the government wouldn't allow enforcement of any of their patents. For the good of the country.
Kirk was (or is it will be?) born in Riverside, Iowa according to Gene Roddenberry
I think you mean Christopher Lloyd? [imdb.com]
No, he's not.
He's referring to Harold Lloyd
The fact that there is significant dropoff at the higher end, but not the lower end, means it must be balanced by a lot of slightly above average people.
Actually the fact that there is significant dropoff at the higher end, but not the lower end, means the person drawing the graph didn't include all the data. Didn't you notice that the average IQ (always 100 by definition) isn't in the center, or that there's no data for an IQ of 70 or 60 or less? Don't try to tell me these's no one in the world with an IQ lower than 80; I read Slashdot, I know better. I've seen them post.
Your graph only proves that someone can draw a graph.
2 factors the author didn't take into account:
1. Half of all people are of below average intelligence. (By definition)
2: The average probably isn't that high.
So it shouldn't be too surprising that most people believe some pretty weird stuff.
Sounds like someone's writing a science fiction novel and is looking for a plausible plot device.
According to this study, they get more energy from the ethanol than it takes to make it.
So, you make some ethanol, then use that ethanol to make more ethanol, use that to make even more ethanol,... eventually you've got an endless supply of fuel.
Somehow I get the impression that something's missing, like the laws of entropy.