Otherwise I can't understand why everyone get so excited about consoles and playing games? I stopped playing games a long time ago when I installed a real operating system, Linux, on my computer.
It's more expensive than buying separate parts and putting it together yourself.
Only if you think your time is worthless.
I've built dozens of computers from scratch (for myself, for friends and at work) but recently I've only selected the parts and let the company where I bought the parts to build the computer and install all the software. For a measly fee I still get the rock solid and cheap computers, but I don't have to cut my fingers in the process.
Assembling computers used to be fun, but after all the parts became pretty much standard there's nothing new anymore. The last time I actually had fun was building an Alpha out of OEM parts.
Another reason not to buy an LCD is if you're a screen real-estate junkie. I've never quite figured out why one would need resolutions as high as 1600x1200 unless you're doing CAD.
You have problems. Your boyfriend has problems. You both have problems. I do not. I have no problems. I have solutions. I have an army. I have weapons. I have a tank disguised as hay. I have a grain silo that contains a deadly nerve gas. I am immune to this gas. Your boyfriend is not. I have solutions.
Like opening, modifying and saving the documents originally produced by clueless Office XP users (ie. clients) who cannot or will not save in a backward compatible format?
What do you mean? It's clear and sharp black text on a green background.
Maybe your eyes are bleeding from reading stuff on X11 with its crappy fonts. Try switching to something like WinXP (and ClearType if you've got an LCD screen) and your eyes will thank you.
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I'm beginning to agree with this stuff.
I finally got my IBM WLAN PCMCIA card to work on Linux. The integrated LAN doesn't however work when the PCMCIA driver is loaded.
On WinXP both work just fine and straight out of box (no need to install drivers). I can disconnect the LAN and it switches over to WLAN and vice versa.
On Linux I had to recompile kernel (Ok, that's expected) but then I had to search countless FAQs and newsgroups how to get the WLAN to work. Simple: change "wvlan_cs" in/etc/pcmcia/config to "hermes", "orinoco", "orinoco_cs". Intuitive, eh?
Great job. How does it feel to save people from themselves?
My own goal is to become a mediocre academic, and then a mediocre worker, without a shred of joy or enthusiasm. Until one day I can't stand it anymore, at which point I'll promptly go home and watch tv and play games.
And when both the television and computer break down I'll watch all my wasted opportunities.
Thank you for thinking about my penis and posting about it here.
However, while I do not mind the other men - even men called Pedro - thinking about my penis, I must tell you that I don't swing that way. I suggest you contact Klerck, instead.
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John Asscroft doesn't want you quiet.
He wants us singing the hideous song he wrote, hunting down cats and hiding art that exposes too much of the human body which God created.
I have had the displeasure to use Emacs since 1992.
I had just been accepted to a CS program at a university and it was my first CS course. I went in with the wide-eyed enthusiasm and optimism of an 18 year old freshman, but came out of course as an embittered university student who swore to change his major subject to Physics at once. The reasons: Emacs and functional languages and Lisp in particular.
Your programmable editor for programmers is "From Hell" (apologies for Jack the Ripper). I don't you getting much programming done when you are stuck in some friggin minibuffer and can't get out or you're trying to find out about some arcane key combination from its abyssmal help pages (why are there several up and down the tree commands, for instance).
But that's the point. When the project is coordinated among 10+ squabbling nation states it becomes hard to implement backdoors in secret.
Imagine the reaction of the French if they caught Germany trying to sneak in a backdoor for EADS Deutschland or BND (or vice versa, Dassault Aviation and DRM)
Why bother though when a new version of Debian seems to come out every five years. Like most stuff on the current stable Debian distro (XFree 3.x for christsake!?!), DrakX would be out of date by then.
Ah my friend, you're well versed in speaking the official, party approved Open Source Speak.
By artificially separating general user friendliness into arbitrary subgroups so that you can feel elite just because you can use something as horrid as emacs to edit text files is just ridiculous.
Most open source software is not user friendly with programs like emacs which is mother of all the user unfriendly software in general. It is not beginner friendly and it is not user friendly. It might be efficient when you bother wasting countless hours learning how to use it, but efficient still doesn't make it user friendly.
User friendly software is software that's friendly both to powerusers and beginners alike. From the start. Without manuals, FAQs and HOWTOs.
i can't find a way out. i'm trapped in a desolate nothing. the pain fills my body and mind.
i'm left alone, alone with this beast with a keyboard and screen, this thing that's eating me alive.
i don't do anything, save for feed the beast. everyday, sending it line after line of endless posts, never quite reaching the end. the beast can
be satisfied, even with my soul.
i served the beast even when i was able to do other things, coming back to it day after day, providing it's supper. and now i'm trapped, unable to do anything else, my body failing me, not allowing me to escape for any amount of time.
escape the beast while you still can, before it wisks you off to hell, like me.
God, he was beat at every turn. Frustrated at every corner. No good thoughts or beautiful visions before the moment of truth. Only blackness, a life of dull, planned movements as consistent and boring as a bran-concious geriatrics bowel movement. For a moment he thought he might cry.
The reality of the situation settled on Harry like a heavy, woollen coat. He was about to kill or be killed, right here in this dog-smelling pit, and there was nothing he could do that would change that. He thought perhaps his life should flash before his eyes or something, but it
did not. Maybe he should try to think of something wonderful, a last fine thought of what used to be. First he summoned up the image of his wife. That did nothing for him. Though his wife had once been pretty and bright, he could
not remember her that way. The image that came to mind was quite different. A dumpy, lazy woman with constant back pains and her hair pulled up into an eternal top-knot of greasy, brown hair. There was never a smile on her face or a word of encouragement for him. He always felt that she expected him to entertain her and that he was not doing a very good job of it. There was not even a moment of sexual ecstacy that he could recall. After their daughter had been born she had given up screwing as a wasted excercise. Why waste energy on sex when she could spend it complaining.
He flipped his mental cardfile to his daughter. What he saw was an ugly, potato-nosed girl of twelve. She had no personality. Her mother was Miss Congeniality compared to her. Potato-nose spend all her time pining over thin, blond heartthrobs on television. It wasn't bad enough that they glared at Harry via the tube, they were also pinned to her walls and hiding in magazines she had cast throughout the house.
These were the last thoughts of a man about to face death?
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Otherwise I can't understand why everyone get so excited about consoles and playing games? I stopped playing games a long time ago when I installed a real operating system, Linux, on my computer.
Only if you think your time is worthless.
I've built dozens of computers from scratch (for myself, for friends and at work) but recently I've only selected the parts and let the company where I bought the parts to build the computer and install all the software. For a measly fee I still get the rock solid and cheap computers, but I don't have to cut my fingers in the process.
Assembling computers used to be fun, but after all the parts became pretty much standard there's nothing new anymore. The last time I actually had fun was building an Alpha out of OEM parts.
Another reason not to buy an LCD is if you're a screen real-estate junkie. I've never quite figured out why one would need resolutions as high as 1600x1200 unless you're doing CAD.
Nevertheless, memory is still dirt cheap.
It costs less than losing the clients over something as trivial as this.
You have problems. Your boyfriend has problems. You both have problems. I do not. I have no problems. I have solutions. I have an army. I have weapons. I have a tank disguised as hay. I have a grain silo that contains a deadly nerve gas. I am immune to this gas. Your boyfriend is not. I have solutions.
Like opening, modifying and saving the documents originally produced by clueless Office XP users (ie. clients) who cannot or will not save in a backward compatible format?
And it's faggot, not fagot.
Maybe your eyes are bleeding from reading stuff on X11 with its crappy fonts. Try switching to something like WinXP (and ClearType if you've got an LCD screen) and your eyes will thank you.
The Rapture will take place before that.
I finally got my IBM WLAN PCMCIA card to work on Linux. The integrated LAN doesn't however work when the PCMCIA driver is loaded.
On WinXP both work just fine and straight out of box (no need to install drivers). I can disconnect the LAN and it switches over to WLAN and vice versa.
On Linux I had to recompile kernel (Ok, that's expected) but then I had to search countless FAQs and newsgroups how to get the WLAN to work. Simple: change "wvlan_cs" in /etc/pcmcia/config to "hermes", "orinoco", "orinoco_cs". Intuitive, eh?
It would never be allowed because it COULD be used to illegally copy intellectual property.
Great job. How does it feel to save people from themselves?
My own goal is to become a mediocre academic, and then a mediocre worker, without a shred of joy or enthusiasm. Until one day I can't stand it anymore, at which point I'll promptly go home and watch tv and play games.
And when both the television and computer break down I'll watch all my wasted opportunities.
Jon, I thought Malda had told you to lie low for a while and avoid public exposure like this? You can still keep e-mailing Junis, if you wish.
However, while I do not mind the other men - even men called Pedro - thinking about my penis, I must tell you that I don't swing that way. I suggest you contact Klerck, instead.
He wants us singing the hideous song he wrote, hunting down cats and hiding art that exposes too much of the human body which God created.
I had just been accepted to a CS program at a university and it was my first CS course. I went in with the wide-eyed enthusiasm and optimism of an 18 year old freshman, but came out of course as an embittered university student who swore to change his major subject to Physics at once. The reasons: Emacs and functional languages and Lisp in particular.
Your programmable editor for programmers is "From Hell" (apologies for Jack the Ripper). I don't you getting much programming done when you are stuck in some friggin minibuffer and can't get out or you're trying to find out about some arcane key combination from its abyssmal help pages (why are there several up and down the tree commands, for instance).
Fuck emacs. Fuck vi(m).
But that's the point. When the project is coordinated among 10+ squabbling nation states it becomes hard to implement backdoors in secret.
Imagine the reaction of the French if they caught Germany trying to sneak in a backdoor for EADS Deutschland or BND (or vice versa, Dassault Aviation and DRM)
Why bother though when a new version of Debian seems to come out every five years. Like most stuff on the current stable Debian distro (XFree 3.x for christsake!?!), DrakX would be out of date by then.
Ah my friend, you're well versed in speaking the official, party approved Open Source Speak.
By artificially separating general user friendliness into arbitrary subgroups so that you can feel elite just because you can use something as horrid as emacs to edit text files is just ridiculous.
Most open source software is not user friendly with programs like emacs which is mother of all the user unfriendly software in general. It is not beginner friendly and it is not user friendly. It might be efficient when you bother wasting countless hours learning how to use it, but efficient still doesn't make it user friendly.
User friendly software is software that's friendly both to powerusers and beginners alike. From the start. Without manuals, FAQs and HOWTOs.
i'm left alone, alone with this beast with a keyboard and screen, this thing that's eating me alive.
i don't do anything, save for feed the beast. everyday, sending it line after line of endless posts, never quite reaching the end. the beast can be satisfied, even with my soul.
i served the beast even when i was able to do other things, coming back to it day after day, providing it's supper. and now i'm trapped, unable to do anything else, my body failing me, not allowing me to escape for any amount of time.
escape the beast while you still can, before it wisks you off to hell, like me.
Low expectation -> something good happens -> renewed hope -> excitement about the future -> disappointment when nothing happens -> despair -> low expectation -> something good happens -> renewed hope -> excitement about the future -> disappointment when nothing happens -> despair -> low expectation -> something good happens -> renewed hope -> excitement about the future -> disappointment when nothing happens -> despair -> low expectation -> something good happens -> renewed hope -> excitement about the future -> disappointment when nothing happens -> despair -> low expectation -> something good happens -> renewed hope -> excitement about the future -> disappointment when nothing happens -> despair -> low expectation -> something good happens -> renewed hope -> excitement about the future -> disappointment when nothing happens -> despair -> low expectation -> something good happens -> renewed hope -> excitement about the future -> disappointment when nothing happens -> despair -> low expectation -> something good happens -> renewed hope -> excitement about the future -> disappointment when nothing happens -> despair -> low expectation -> something good happens -> renewed hope -> excitement about the future -> disappointment when nothing happens -> despair -> low expectation -> something good happens -> renewed hope -> excitement about the future -> disappointment when nothing happens -> despair
God, he was beat at every turn. Frustrated at every corner. No good thoughts or beautiful visions before the moment of truth. Only blackness, a life of dull, planned movements as consistent and boring as a bran-concious geriatrics bowel movement. For a moment he thought he might cry.
The reality of the situation settled on Harry like a heavy, woollen coat. He was about to kill or be killed, right here in this dog-smelling pit, and there was nothing he could do that would change that. He thought perhaps his life should flash before his eyes or something, but it did not. Maybe he should try to think of something wonderful, a last fine thought of what used to be. First he summoned up the image of his wife. That did nothing for him. Though his wife had once been pretty and bright, he could not remember her that way. The image that came to mind was quite different. A dumpy, lazy woman with constant back pains and her hair pulled up into an eternal top-knot of greasy, brown hair. There was never a smile on her face or a word of encouragement for him. He always felt that she expected him to entertain her and that he was not doing a very good job of it. There was not even a moment of sexual ecstacy that he could recall. After their daughter had been born she had given up screwing as a wasted excercise. Why waste energy on sex when she could spend it complaining.
He flipped his mental cardfile to his daughter. What he saw was an ugly, potato-nosed girl of twelve. She had no personality. Her mother was Miss Congeniality compared to her. Potato-nose spend all her time pining over thin, blond heartthrobs on television. It wasn't bad enough that they glared at Harry via the tube, they were also pinned to her walls and hiding in magazines she had cast throughout the house.
These were the last thoughts of a man about to face death?
There was just nothing there.
So you don't agree with me that people who sacrifice their time studying should automatically have higher salaries?
Your post sounds like a case of classical blue-collar envy to me...
"And facts do show that doctors indeed expect to get well rewarded just because they are doctors, even with no previous experience whatsoever".
Of course you should reward education!