Women are unequal and always will be. We men, so much better than women in every way, will always tack the "ress" onto "act" to symbolize this, damaging fragile girl's self-esteem and causing them to fail calculus in high school and earn less then men for equivalent work. Also, I personally have meaningless sex with brainless bimbos that I never plan to marry.
Sure. I can imagine situations where it would be useful too -- especially if you're backpacking your gear -- but most of the time Toughbook users are wasting their money.
And it can be very easy to swap out hard drives if they're pcmcia.
I've never considered buying a Toughbook. It's cheaper to buy two (or three) equivalent "regular" laptops, and swap out the hard drives every time one is destroyed. Combined with decent backups, this is all that most Toughbook users really need.
It displays pdfs natively. Which is the problem, actually. The only readable pdfs are ones formatted with the correct screen size. So you'll need pdf authoring and conversion software. Word 2007, Adobe Acrobat, etc. It's really not worth it for pdfs.
I have the money, and did a lot of reading on my Ebookwise 1150. I thought the nicer display would be worth it. The software is the only downside, but as long as you've got a tool that can convert any format into rtf, it's good enough. If you're interested in something cheaper, then by all means, the Ebookwise is the way to go. The LCD screen isn't all that bad.
A lot of your training was part of a system designed to make it harder to become a doctor, artificially restrict demand, and drive up your current wages. There are faster and far better ways to assure a better quality of doctor. So pardon me if I don't cry you a river about what you had to go through.
Of course, doctors aren't quite the worst offenders here. You do know why orthodontists charge so much, don't you?
Their software has gotten a lot better since the Windows 95 days. Since 2000, Windows has been stable. It has also been secure if you take simple precautions (run automatic updates, don't click "Yes!" to everything you see on the internet). No wonder people are happier with Microsoft these days.
Education educates consumers. Marketing misleads them. The statement
This can only be done when businesses are allowed to market their products and services.
is patently false. Consumer Reports, for example, won't fold up and die if marketing magically ceased to exist. The situation of consumers doing their own research is infinitely superior than that of producers lying to them.
Marketing makes capitalism worse. It is an attempt to alter demand through psychology. It works. But it doesn't make anything better. Without advertising, consumers would purchase goods more in line with their needs and actual desires.
The wireless feature is fairly useless. It would be nice if lots of people owned Zunes, but I don't see that happening.
The Zune software is really blah. That's unfortunate. I wish the Zune hardware interfaced with Windows Media Player 11, which I like more than iTunes. (The iTunes software is one reason I didn't get an iPod.)
The killer feature, to me, is the unlimited download subscription service. I've been having a lot of fun with that.
And finally, it's amazing to me how much money can be spend on a massively bad marketing campaign.
I'd be advising my customers to break the law just as well by advising them to buy a product which denies them their rights under the law and just live with it
It's illegal to buy Vista, now, huh? You tell people this? And refer to them as "customers"? I take it that your business venture has something to do with the linked web site?
Not one of those "OS products" will be able to legally play the content restricted software. To play the new hi-def content, Apple is going to do exactly the same thing that Microsoft is -- because they will be forced to. Good to know that you advise your customers to break the law.
I upgraded one of the machines at work at Vista to find out how it would work with all of our software (we maintain computer labs for a school). The upgrade process went smoothly, surprising the hell out of me. I've been dreading having to create the new Vista templates when we get around to it. There are a bunch of UI improvements which I like. I'm still discovering new things.
On the other hand -- what the hell is up with the different versions? That bitlocker stuff you mention (which I really like the idea of, especially for my next laptop) is Windows Ultimate only. And $400 is a lot of money for an OS.
Did they also send you to go look for a can of elbow grease?
Yes, HF waves can bounce a few times through the ionosphere -- that's the whole point of using HF actually, but they lose energy each bounce. They only way people heard WWII-era broadcasts decades later was if they were rebroadcast.
My daughter made an error in judgement and got whacked with the remote.
Great line, applying "error in judgement" to a 5-year-old.
Anyway, the two of you are dumb fucks. When you hurt a little kid while rough-housing (even if it's electronic rough-housing) the appropriate response is "hey, I need to be more careful." The response is not "ha ha, she sure learned her lesson."
Look, I'm sure that the kid was all right. It's your attitudes that are crazy.
And relax. I used to work with abused children. The two of you sound far preferable to any of the parents those kids ever had. Playing with your children. Both of you able to read and write. Good times.
I'm still going to call dumb fuck when I see it though. Be a bit more careful playing with the new game system, huh?
What lesson did she learn? Stay away from Mom's boyfriend or get beaten? Good god, you dumb fuck, if you're playing with 5-year-olds, you're the one to be careful.
If you don't want to get robbed, maybe you shouldn't post to Slashdot that you're going to be away for the winter? You link to your website from your user account, and from there we can look up domain information. Your story gives us your state. Luckily, most computer geeks aren't big on breaking and entering.
The editor of the Memphis Avalanche swoops thus mildly down upon a correspondent who posted him as a Radical:--"While he was writing the first word, the middle, dotting his i's, crossing his t's, and punching his period, he knew he was concocting a sentence that was saturated with infamy and reeking with falsehood."--Exchange.
I was told by the physician that a Southern climate would improve my health, and so I went down to Tennessee, and got a berth on the Morning Glory and Johnson County War-Whoop as associate editor. When I went on duty I found the chief editor sitting tilted back in a three-legged chair with his feet on a pine table. There was another pine table in the room and another afflicted chair, and both were half buried under newspapers and scraps and sheets of manuscript. There was a wooden box of sand, sprinkled with cigar stubs and "old soldiers," and a stove with a door hanging by its upper hinge. The chief editor had a long-tailed black cloth frock-coat on, and white linen pants. His boots were small and neatly blacked. He wore a ruffled shirt, a large seal-ring, a standing collar of obsolete pattern, and a checkered neckerchief with the ends hanging down. Date of costume about 1848. He was smoking a cigar, and trying to think of a word, and in pawing his hair he had rumpled his locks a good deal. He was scowling fearfully, and I judged that he was concocting a particularly knotty editorial. He told me to take the exchanges and skim through them and write up the "Spirit of the Tennessee Press," condensing into the article all of their contents that seemed of interest.
I wrote as follows:
SPIRIT OF THE TENNESSEE PRESS
The editors of the Semi-Weekly Earthquake evidently labor under a misapprehension with regard to the Dallyhack railroad. It is not the object of the company to leave Buzzardville off to one side. On the contrary, they consider it one of the most important points along the line, and consequently can have no desire to slight it. The gentlemen of the Earthquake will, of course, take pleasure in making the correction.
John W. Blossom, Esq., the able editor of the Higginsville Thunderbolt and Battle Cry of Freedom, arrived in the city yesterday. He is stopping at the Van Buren House.
We observe that our contemporary of the Mud Springs Morning Howl has fallen into the error of supposing that the election of Van Werter is not an established fact, but he will have discovered his mistake before this reminder reaches him, no doubt. He was doubtless misled by incomplete election returns.
It is pleasant to note that the city of Blathersville is endeavoring to contract with some New York gentlemen to pave its well-nigh impassable streets with the Nicholson pavement. The Daily Hurrah urges the measure with ability, and seems confident of ultimate success.
I passed my manuscript over to the chief editor for acceptance, alteration, or destruction. He glanced at it and his face clouded. He ran his eye down the pages, and his countenance grew portentous. It was easy to see that something was wrong. Presently he sprang up and said:
"Thunder and lightning! Do you suppose I am going to speak of those cattle that way? Do you suppose my subscribers are going to stand such gruel as that? Give me the pen!"
I never saw a pen scrape and scratch its way so viciously, or plow through another man's verbs and adjectives so relentlessly. While he was in the midst of his work, somebody shot at him through the open window, and marred the symmetry of my ear.
"Ah," said he, "that is that scoundrel Smith, of the Moral Volcano--he was due yesterday." And he snatched a navy revolver from his belt and fired--Smith dropped, shot in the thigh. The shot spoiled Smith's aim, who was just taking a second chance and he crippled a stranger. It was me. Merely a finger shot off.
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And synaptic won't run without root privileges. So what?
The recording industry has never tried to sue anyone in the U.S. for downloading -- only uploading.
Now you can call in U.S. airstrikes against anyone you don't like by zombifying their computers. Hell of a lot more fun than DOS'ing IRC channels.
Women are unequal and always will be. We men, so much better than women in every way, will always tack the "ress" onto "act" to symbolize this, damaging fragile girl's self-esteem and causing them to fail calculus in high school and earn less then men for equivalent work. Also, I personally have meaningless sex with brainless bimbos that I never plan to marry.
Sure. I can imagine situations where it would be useful too -- especially if you're backpacking your gear -- but most of the time Toughbook users are wasting their money.
And it can be very easy to swap out hard drives if they're pcmcia.
I've never considered buying a Toughbook. It's cheaper to buy two (or three) equivalent "regular" laptops, and swap out the hard drives every time one is destroyed. Combined with decent backups, this is all that most Toughbook users really need.
It displays pdfs natively. Which is the problem, actually. The only readable pdfs are ones formatted with the correct screen size. So you'll need pdf authoring and conversion software. Word 2007, Adobe Acrobat, etc. It's really not worth it for pdfs.
I have the money, and did a lot of reading on my Ebookwise 1150. I thought the nicer display would be worth it. The software is the only downside, but as long as you've got a tool that can convert any format into rtf, it's good enough. If you're interested in something cheaper, then by all means, the Ebookwise is the way to go. The LCD screen isn't all that bad.
You won't be able to watch a movie on something like this. Refresh rates for E-Ink are on the order of a second. Fine for reading though.
E-Ink finally coming of age? I just finished reading the new Dan Simmons novel on my E-Ink Sony Reader, thank you very much.
A lot of your training was part of a system designed to make it harder to become a doctor, artificially restrict demand, and drive up your current wages. There are faster and far better ways to assure a better quality of doctor. So pardon me if I don't cry you a river about what you had to go through.
Of course, doctors aren't quite the worst offenders here. You do know why orthodontists charge so much, don't you?
Their software has gotten a lot better since the Windows 95 days. Since 2000, Windows has been stable. It has also been secure if you take simple precautions (run automatic updates, don't click "Yes!" to everything you see on the internet). No wonder people are happier with Microsoft these days.
Marketing makes capitalism worse. It is an attempt to alter demand through psychology. It works. But it doesn't make anything better. Without advertising, consumers would purchase goods more in line with their needs and actual desires.
It's illegal to buy Vista, now, huh? You tell people this? And refer to them as "customers"? I take it that your business venture has something to do with the linked web site?
Not one of those "OS products" will be able to legally play the content restricted software. To play the new hi-def content, Apple is going to do exactly the same thing that Microsoft is -- because they will be forced to. Good to know that you advise your customers to break the law.
The engine is built by a Japanese company, but in the photographs, that's Korean on the walls.
I upgraded one of the machines at work at Vista to find out how it would work with all of our software (we maintain computer labs for a school). The upgrade process went smoothly, surprising the hell out of me. I've been dreading having to create the new Vista templates when we get around to it. There are a bunch of UI improvements which I like. I'm still discovering new things.
On the other hand -- what the hell is up with the different versions? That bitlocker stuff you mention (which I really like the idea of, especially for my next laptop) is Windows Ultimate only. And $400 is a lot of money for an OS.
Did they also send you to go look for a can of elbow grease?
Yes, HF waves can bounce a few times through the ionosphere -- that's the whole point of using HF actually, but they lose energy each bounce. They only way people heard WWII-era broadcasts decades later was if they were rebroadcast.
Great line, applying "error in judgement" to a 5-year-old.
Anyway, the two of you are dumb fucks. When you hurt a little kid while rough-housing (even if it's electronic rough-housing) the appropriate response is "hey, I need to be more careful." The response is not "ha ha, she sure learned her lesson."
Look, I'm sure that the kid was all right. It's your attitudes that are crazy.
And relax. I used to work with abused children. The two of you sound far preferable to any of the parents those kids ever had. Playing with your children. Both of you able to read and write. Good times.
I'm still going to call dumb fuck when I see it though. Be a bit more careful playing with the new game system, huh?
What lesson did she learn? Stay away from Mom's boyfriend or get beaten? Good god, you dumb fuck, if you're playing with 5-year-olds, you're the one to be careful.
If you don't want to get robbed, maybe you shouldn't post to Slashdot that you're going to be away for the winter? You link to your website from your user account, and from there we can look up domain information. Your story gives us your state. Luckily, most computer geeks aren't big on breaking and entering.
The editor of the Memphis Avalanche swoops thus mildly down upon a
correspondent who posted him as a Radical:--"While he was writing
the first word, the middle, dotting his i's, crossing his t's, and
punching his period, he knew he was concocting a sentence that was
saturated with infamy and reeking with falsehood."--Exchange.
I was told by the physician that a Southern climate would improve my
health, and so I went down to Tennessee, and got a berth on the Morning
Glory and Johnson County War-Whoop as associate editor. When I went on
duty I found the chief editor sitting tilted back in a three-legged chair
with his feet on a pine table. There was another pine table in the room
and another afflicted chair, and both were half buried under newspapers
and scraps and sheets of manuscript. There was a wooden box of sand,
sprinkled with cigar stubs and "old soldiers," and a stove with a door
hanging by its upper hinge. The chief editor had a long-tailed black
cloth frock-coat on, and white linen pants. His boots were small and
neatly blacked. He wore a ruffled shirt, a large seal-ring, a standing
collar of obsolete pattern, and a checkered neckerchief with the ends
hanging down. Date of costume about 1848. He was smoking a cigar, and
trying to think of a word, and in pawing his hair he had rumpled his
locks a good deal. He was scowling fearfully, and I judged that he was
concocting a particularly knotty editorial. He told me to take the
exchanges and skim through them and write up the "Spirit of the Tennessee
Press," condensing into the article all of their contents that seemed of
interest.
I wrote as follows:
SPIRIT OF THE TENNESSEE PRESS
The editors of the Semi-Weekly Earthquake evidently labor under a
misapprehension with regard to the Dallyhack railroad. It is not
the object of the company to leave Buzzardville off to one side.
On the contrary, they consider it one of the most important points
along the line, and consequently can have no desire to slight it.
The gentlemen of the Earthquake will, of course, take pleasure in
making the correction.
John W. Blossom, Esq., the able editor of the Higginsville
Thunderbolt and Battle Cry of Freedom, arrived in the city
yesterday. He is stopping at the Van Buren House.
We observe that our contemporary of the Mud Springs Morning Howl has
fallen into the error of supposing that the election of Van Werter
is not an established fact, but he will have discovered his mistake
before this reminder reaches him, no doubt. He was doubtless misled
by incomplete election returns.
It is pleasant to note that the city of Blathersville is endeavoring
to contract with some New York gentlemen to pave its well-nigh
impassable streets with the Nicholson pavement. The Daily Hurrah
urges the measure with ability, and seems confident of ultimate
success.
I passed my manuscript over to the chief editor for acceptance,
alteration, or destruction. He glanced at it and his face clouded. He
ran his eye down the pages, and his countenance grew portentous. It was
easy to see that something was wrong. Presently he sprang up and said:
"Thunder and lightning! Do you suppose I am going to speak of those
cattle that way? Do you suppose my subscribers are going to stand such
gruel as that? Give me the pen!"
I never saw a pen scrape and scratch its way so viciously, or plow
through another man's verbs and adjectives so relentlessly. While he was
in the midst of his work, somebody shot at him through the open window,
and marred the symmetry of my ear.
"Ah," said he, "that is that scoundrel Smith, of the Moral Volcano--he
was due yesterday." And he snatched a navy revolver from his belt and
fired--Smith dropped, shot in the thigh. The shot spoiled Smith's aim,
who was just taking a second chance and he crippled a stranger. It was
me. Merely a finger shot off.
Then the chief editor went on