"Until and unless this technology becomes provably as good as a well-trained, well-practiced, alert human driver, I'm going to be in favor of more training and practice for drivers, and against this technology."
This is nonsense, of course. Traction control, launch control and ABS have all been banned from Formula 1 - if the best (track) drivers in the world go faster with the aid of these technologies (and they DO) why do you think you're so great that you can't benefit from them?
I'm not picking on you for any particular reason, as there are about five comments on this story with the same error, but those things that you drink coffee in during the working day are BREAKS, those metal disc-things that turn kinetic energy into heat are called BRAKES.
"Oh, how did you figure that braking and releasing would ever be better then constant braking. I mean if the wheel isnâ(TM)t moving wonâ(TM)t it have more friction then if the wheel is allowed to rotate, even a little?"
Errmm... the REAL point of ABS is to allow you to steer - and thus retain control of - your vehicle under emergency braking. It's saved my life TWICE.
"I'd hate to see it break suddenly, particularly if the road is wet or snowy."
Have you not heard of ABS? Do you think - just maybe - that Honda may have actually TESTED their system? This sounds like it may save your life if you fall asleep at the wheel or are otherwise distracted.
It's not really a question of "taking the easy way out", as we're not just talking about taking Ibuprofen to mask a headache here, we're talking about ALL drugs.
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"Drugs dont truely cure anything, they hide problems from people who refuse to understand themselves."
Tell that to an asthmatic who's just about to die because they can't find their Ventolin inhaler.
Basically, it's when some God-knows-how-bored idiot starts to pursue a specific user as they post on/. solely with the intention of flaming their every post.
It's especially sad when you consider how much time it must take.
I wouldn't worry about these TROLL ALERTERS too much. It's rather like screaming "she's a witch!" when confronted with an argument you cannot counter or a personality you cannot dominate.
Slashdot needs TROLL ALERTERS like it needs Father Randy Pudge.
Worst of all, it's an attempt to stifle the art of provocative argument, which is one of the most valuable skills in debating.
a troll? moi? surely you should be able to do better than that
something like this, you mean?
troll
As used on the Internet:
1) As a verb, the practice of trying to lure other Internet users into sending responses to carefully-designed incorrect statements or similar "bait."
troll
v.,n.  1.Â[From the Usenet group alt.folklore.urban] To utter a posting on Usenet designed to attract predictable responses or flames; or, the post itself. Derives from the phrase "trolling for newbies" which in turn comes from mainstream "trolling", a style of fishing in which one trails bait through a likely spot hoping for a bite. The well-constructed troll is a post that induces lots of newbies and flamers to make themselves look even more clueless than they already do, while subtly conveying to the more savvy and experienced that it is in fact a deliberate troll. If you don't fall for the joke, you get to be in on it. See also YHBT. 2. An individual who chronically trolls in sense 1; regularly posts specious arguments, flames or personal attacks to a newsgroup, discussion list, or in email for no other purpose than to annoy someone or disrupt a discussion. Trolls are recognizable by the fact that the have no real interest in learning about the topic at hand - they simply want to utter flame bait. Like the ugly creatures they are named after, they exhibit no redeeming characteristics, and as such, they are recognized as a lower form of life on the net, as in, "Oh, ignore him, he's just a troll."
Use this whenever you have a troll in a discussion group!
You swine. You vulgar little maggot. Don't you know that you are pathetic? You worthless bag of filth. As we say in Texas, I'll bet you couldn't pour piss out of a boot with instructions on the heel. You are a canker. A sore that won't go away. I would rather kiss a lawyer than be seen with you.
You are a fiend and a coward, and you have bad breath. You are degenerate, noxious and depraved. I feel debased just for knowing you exist. I despise everything about you. You are a bloody nardless newbie twit protohominid chromosomally aberrant caricature of a coprophagic cloacal parasitic pond scum and I wish you would go away.
You're a putrescence mass, a walking vomit. You are a spineless little worm deserving nothing but the profoundest contempt. You are a jerk, a cad, a weasel. Your life is a monument to stupidity. You are a stench, a revulsion, a big suck on a sour lemon.
You are a bleating fool, a curdled staggering mutant dwarf smeared richly with the effluvia and offal accompanying your alleged birth into this world. An insensate, blinking calf, meaningful to nobody, abandoned by the puke-drooling, giggling beasts who sired you and then killed themselves in recognition of what they had done.
I will never get over the embarrassment of belonging to the same species as you. You are a monster, an ogre, a malformity. I barf at the very thought of you. You have all the appeal of a paper cut. Lepers avoid you. You are vile, worthless, less than nothing. You are a weed, a fungus, the dregs of this earth. And did I mention you smell?
If you aren't an idiot, you made a world-class effort at simulating one. Try to edit your writing of unnecessary material before attempting to impress us with your insight. The evidence that you are a nincompoop will still be available to readers, but they will be able to access it more rapidly.
You snail-skulled little rabbit. Would that a hawk pick you up, drive its beak into your brain, and upon finding it rancid set you loose to fly briefly before spattering the ocean rocks with the frothy pink shame of your ignoble blood. May you choke on the queasy, convulsing nausea of your own trite, foolish beliefs.
You are weary, stale, flat and unprofitable. You are grimy, squalid, nasty and profane. You are foul and disgusting. You're a fool, an ignoramus. Mon
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"Until and unless this technology becomes provably as good as a well-trained, well-practiced, alert human driver, I'm going to be in favor of more training and practice for drivers, and against this technology."
This is nonsense, of course. Traction control, launch control and ABS have all been banned from Formula 1 - if the best (track) drivers in the world go faster with the aid of these technologies (and they DO) why do you think you're so great that you can't benefit from them?
We haven't had a car called a Cavalier in the UK for a decade or more.
I'm not picking on you for any particular reason, as there are about five comments on this story with the same error, but those things that you drink coffee in during the working day are BREAKS, those metal disc-things that turn kinetic energy into heat are called BRAKES.
"I also have a ASC system that will individually brake each wheel to keep me from skidding or spinning when cornerning. It works wonders."
Amen.
"Oh, how did you figure that braking and releasing would ever be better then constant braking. I mean if the wheel isnâ(TM)t moving wonâ(TM)t it have more friction then if the wheel is allowed to rotate, even a little?"
Errmm... the REAL point of ABS is to allow you to steer - and thus retain control of - your vehicle under emergency braking. It's saved my life TWICE.
I think that you've probably pegged it.
"I'd hate to see it break suddenly, particularly if the road is wet or snowy."
Have you not heard of ABS? Do you think - just maybe - that Honda may have actually TESTED their system? This sounds like it may save your life if you fall asleep at the wheel or are otherwise distracted.
Go Honda!
...the feeble minded post AC on Slashdot.
What do you mean? I've changed it a few times now!
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It's not really a question of "taking the easy way out", as we're not just talking about taking Ibuprofen to mask a headache here, we're talking about ALL drugs.
"Drugs dont truely cure anything, they hide problems from people who refuse to understand themselves."
Tell that to an asthmatic who's just about to die because they can't find their Ventolin inhaler.
You stupid fucking twat.
GW Bush: Facing the threat of Islamic extremism with his head up his arse
Basically, it's when some God-knows-how-bored idiot starts to pursue a specific user as they post on /. solely with the intention of flaming their every post.
It's especially sad when you consider how much time it must take.
But the REAL question is: "Is FP-ing actually sadder than Slashdot user stalking?"
I've always thought a bit of light trolling or crapflooding could be quite amusing, personally.
Metatrolling is best of all, though!
I live in the UK.
We have the BBC.
It's not an acronym, it's an initialism.
No, it's an initialism because it doesn't make a pronounceable word from the initials.
"Did I miss anything?"
the point of life?
As should anyone who travels regularly - I don't know what I'd do abroad if I didn't have my 7600 and the BBC World Service.
"The quality of the broadcasts are close to that of FM radio."
Obviously, the person who commented thus had either a) never listened to the sample clips or b) never heard an FM radio that cost more than $5.
Steve Jobs only sweats Tofu juice, which cannot stain a black turtleneck.
"and the Athlon has (relativly) nice WinXP graphics."
Aahh! And you almost had me going!
I wouldn't worry about these TROLL ALERTERS too much. It's rather like screaming "she's a witch!" when confronted with an argument you cannot counter or a personality you cannot dominate.
Slashdot needs TROLL ALERTERS like it needs Father Randy Pudge.
Worst of all, it's an attempt to stifle the art of provocative argument, which is one of the most valuable skills in debating.
a troll? moi? surely you should be able to do better than that
something like this, you mean?
troll
As used on the Internet:
1) As a verb, the practice of trying to lure other Internet users into sending responses to carefully-designed incorrect statements or similar "bait."
troll
v.,n.  1.Â[From the Usenet group alt.folklore.urban] To utter a posting on Usenet designed to attract predictable responses or flames; or, the post itself. Derives from the phrase "trolling for newbies" which in turn comes from mainstream "trolling", a style of fishing in which one trails bait through a likely spot hoping for a bite. The well-constructed troll is a post that induces lots of newbies and flamers to make themselves look even more clueless than they already do, while subtly conveying to the more savvy and experienced that it is in fact a deliberate troll. If you don't fall for the joke, you get to be in on it. See also YHBT. 2. An individual who chronically trolls in sense 1; regularly posts specious arguments, flames or personal attacks to a newsgroup, discussion list, or in email for no other purpose than to annoy someone or disrupt a discussion. Trolls are recognizable by the fact that the have no real interest in learning about the topic at hand - they simply want to utter flame bait. Like the ugly creatures they are named after, they exhibit no redeeming characteristics, and as such, they are recognized as a lower form of life on the net, as in, "Oh, ignore him, he's just a troll."
Use this whenever you have a troll in a discussion group!
You swine. You vulgar little maggot. Don't you know that you are pathetic? You worthless bag of filth. As we say in Texas, I'll bet you couldn't pour piss out of a boot with instructions on the heel. You are a canker. A sore that won't go away. I would rather kiss a lawyer than be seen with you.
You are a fiend and a coward, and you have bad breath. You are degenerate, noxious and depraved. I feel debased just for knowing you exist. I despise everything about you. You are a bloody nardless newbie twit protohominid chromosomally aberrant caricature of a coprophagic cloacal parasitic pond scum and I wish you would go away.
You're a putrescence mass, a walking vomit. You are a spineless little worm deserving nothing but the profoundest contempt. You are a jerk, a cad, a weasel. Your life is a monument to stupidity. You are a stench, a revulsion, a big suck on a sour lemon.
You are a bleating fool, a curdled staggering mutant dwarf smeared richly with the effluvia and offal accompanying your alleged birth into this world. An insensate, blinking calf, meaningful to nobody, abandoned by the puke-drooling, giggling beasts who sired you and then killed themselves in recognition of what they had done.
I will never get over the embarrassment of belonging to the same species as you. You are a monster, an ogre, a malformity. I barf at the very thought of you. You have all the appeal of a paper cut. Lepers avoid you. You are vile, worthless, less than nothing. You are a weed, a fungus, the dregs of this earth. And did I mention you smell?
If you aren't an idiot, you made a world-class effort at simulating one. Try to edit your writing of unnecessary material before attempting to impress us with your insight. The evidence that you are a nincompoop will still be available to readers, but they will be able to access it more rapidly.
You snail-skulled little rabbit. Would that a hawk pick you up, drive its beak into your brain, and upon finding it rancid set you loose to fly briefly before spattering the ocean rocks with the frothy pink shame of your ignoble blood. May you choke on the queasy, convulsing nausea of your own trite, foolish beliefs.
You are weary, stale, flat and unprofitable. You are grimy, squalid, nasty and profane. You are foul and disgusting. You're a fool, an ignoramus. Mon