Each of the members setup a fake website for the others to log into so they would get their info to rat out to the cops if they were the first caught as an insurance against going to jail.
In a MP 120 with the 2.0 version of the OS, write "Egg Freckles" and then hit Assist.
In the prototype MP 2000 units (code named "Q"), the first run or EVT units: Write "About Newton" and press Assist. In the DVT and production units it says "What about Newton?" followed by "What about xxx?" where xxx is the name of each developer who worked on the project (sequentially).
In the EVT units, instead of the developer names, it uses Larry, Moe, Curly, and Shemp.
Also, you gotta love the Area 51 Easter egg in the first 2.0 Newtons.
There was also a Solar Eclipse easter Egg, but I can't remember what OS version/models had it. (Possibly the MP100.)
Considering that probably half of all Windows users call either their floppy or CD-ROM drives their "hard drive," (most of the others call it their "memory") I'm guessing that would be a little too confusing for Granny Average.
Ugh. And all these years, I've been hearing people tell me that Macintoshes are for idiots.
What planet do you live on? On earth, there are 60 minutes in an hour and 24 hours in a day, therefore 1440 minutes in a day. Your planet must rotate much faster.
For something like becoming a concert pianist, my theory is that you have to have an extrordinary amount of desire to do that task. That extrordinary amount of desire is what most people call "talent."
For example, when I was in HS and College, I really *loved* to play bass. I can't really explain why I enjoyed doing it as opposed to some other instrument. When I started, I could barely play and it was a struggle (I didn't care - I practiced all the time in my room.) Eventually I became really amazingly good. I was in several rock bands and in the town where I lived I was sought after by people who wanted to put together bands - including people with records out, etc. (That said, it was not a huge town, nor a music meca.) The point is that it was almost like it was no effort to practice for hours on end and I have no idea what motivated me.
Once I hit graduate school, I couldn't care less about playing bass. Instead, I got bit by the programming bug and instead wanted to do *that* with all my free time.
(And now I'm chief software architect at a major high tech company.)
I think there is a certain amount of inate ability (i.e. raw intelligence, having a body physically capable of doing somethig, etc.), but that getting really good at something comes down to being motivated to doing it - either by some unknown internal force or else by other reasons.
Because at home my wife screams at me every 10 minutes telling me how much she hates her life and hates me. Plus, I'm screaming back telling her that she is more of a pain to live with than Satan and Hitler combined.
This slightly inhibits the amount of work I can do at home.
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I think a C&D letter written in L337 speak would be hillarious.
Or get bought by it.
Just ask Atari.
I burn CDs in iTunes all the time. I occasionally will get a glitch, but not in a consistent place, and not every time I burn a disc.
I am using a PowerBook and OS X to burn the discs. I get maybe one glitch (i.e. on *one* song) maybe every 3-4 discs I burn.
How is C++ not european? (It was created by a european, Barjne Stroustrup, presumably in europe.)
Communism is a great idea, unfortunately it has never been tried.
is correct twice per day.
Dvorak has been predicting this for the last 20 years. He ain't no genius.
They should switch to the Book of Mormon instead. The Morman Church will give you one for free if you call them and ask.
Could you add an RFID to the scroll?
That is a great idea! United should switch to it and it would probably save them!
I already pay extra to be completely unconscious at the dentist - why not on airplanes too?
(And, what they hey, at the barber!)
I prefer that people sitting behind me in a car are using the seat belts: I do not want to be crushed between them and my seatbelt.
Your car doesn't have seats?
Were you sitting next to me on a United flight last week? That's exactly the conversation I had on the plane after eating some funky lobster.
Each of the members setup a fake website for the others to log into so they would get their info to rat out to the cops if they were the first caught as an insurance against going to jail.
In a MP 120 with the 2.0 version of the OS, write "Egg Freckles" and then hit Assist.
In the prototype MP 2000 units (code named "Q"), the first run or EVT units: Write "About Newton" and press Assist. In the DVT and production units it says "What about Newton?" followed by "What about xxx?" where xxx is the name of each developer who worked on the project (sequentially).
In the EVT units, instead of the developer names, it uses Larry, Moe, Curly, and Shemp.
Also, you gotta love the Area 51 Easter egg in the first 2.0 Newtons.
There was also a Solar Eclipse easter Egg, but I can't remember what OS version/models had it. (Possibly the MP100.)
I love the Newton.
You are wrong. There are far, far more Hindus than Jews and they live in many more countries than just India.
Considering that probably half of all Windows users call either their floppy or CD-ROM drives their "hard drive," (most of the others call it their "memory") I'm guessing that would be a little too confusing for Granny Average.
Ugh. And all these years, I've been hearing people tell me that Macintoshes are for idiots.
And then a guy who has never typed before types insanely fast because he's from the future. Yeah, that makes a lot of sense.
Like the rest of Star Trek.
Clearly, you need help.
480 times a day (once a minute every minute)
What planet do you live on? On earth, there are 60 minutes in an hour and 24 hours in a day, therefore 1440 minutes in a day. Your planet must rotate much faster.
as CRTs are generally at desk-level
Everyplace I've worked, there is a pile of them on the floor - usually blocking the aisles between cubes or the hallways between offices.
It isn't just me, is it?
Christianity, Islam, and ??? (Hinduism?)
If people want to reach me now, they can reach me through an invention patented by Graham Bell.
Why would I want to talk to a jerk who won't even check his email more than once per day?
For something like becoming a concert pianist, my theory is that you have to have an extrordinary amount of desire to do that task. That extrordinary amount of desire is what most people call "talent."
For example, when I was in HS and College, I really *loved* to play bass. I can't really explain why I enjoyed doing it as opposed to some other instrument. When I started, I could barely play and it was a struggle (I didn't care - I practiced all the time in my room.) Eventually I became really amazingly good. I was in several rock bands and in the town where I lived I was sought after by people who wanted to put together bands - including people with records out, etc. (That said, it was not a huge town, nor a music meca.) The point is that it was almost like it was no effort to practice for hours on end and I have no idea what motivated me.
Once I hit graduate school, I couldn't care less about playing bass. Instead, I got bit by the programming bug and instead wanted to do *that* with all my free time.
(And now I'm chief software architect at a major high tech company.)
I think there is a certain amount of inate ability (i.e. raw intelligence, having a body physically capable of doing somethig, etc.), but that getting really good at something comes down to being motivated to doing it - either by some unknown internal force or else by other reasons.
Oh oh oh!!!
What if calling something "Christian" could mean that it was bad?
Ah, that'd be perfect 'cause I hate Chrtians.
I thought that's what Christians did: lie cheat murder etc. Isn't Christianity just an anti-gay hate group? It seems like it from their actions.
Because at home my wife screams at me every 10 minutes telling me how much she hates her life and hates me. Plus, I'm screaming back telling her that she is more of a pain to live with than Satan and Hitler combined.
This slightly inhibits the amount of work I can do at home.