The little bit of journalistic integrity left will be destroyed if the government starts picking up the tab. Newspapers will have a vested interest in getting funding so support of one candidate or another will be rewarded with money, instead of just interviews, questions at press conferences, and leaked memos.
No only that, the majority of those now possessing firearms will turn out to support and suppress the opposition to the New American Fascist Regime. Which will come to us in the guise of a superpatriotic telegenic populist defending us from the threat of the day.
Give me a break. You stole your signature from the MIT Dormline telephone system. I've gotten that message myself.
Really you should attribute your sources. You are not half as clever as you are pretending to be.
My frat (early 70s) had a telephone system they called "Little Mother". It had been built from scavanged parts to replace a traditional intercom system they had called "Big Brother". Apparently unlucky brothers used to gather around the main console in the common area to listen in on the rooms where other brothers were getting lucky.
Turns out the guy was an alien, just trying to call for pickup. James Cameron just inked him to a $1 million deal for the story. He will be portrayed by Justin Long, with Bruce Willis as the Gilbert chief of police, Meryl Streep as Denise Birdwell, and Monica Potter as the wife.
...which is what much of modern chemotherapy amounts too will be looked back on like we look on bloodletting to keep your humors in order.
Except for the little fact that, as much as chemo sucks and as much as it closely resembles taking just enough arsenic mixed with mercury topped with cyanide to wish you were dead, it is backed up by clinical studies and has been found to work.
Chemo: sucks but works Leeches: suck and don't work except in special cases as temporary therapy for reattachment of fingers and toes
Look, the Nazis need a database just like anyone else, don't they? It's not like our database is going to invade Poland. It's just a database, just a product. Everyone else is selling to them. What, you want us to lose out?
(ring) Hello. Syrian Air Defence. Hello, Mr. Air Defence. My name is Raji - I mean Bob - from technical support. I have a service request you made on your Acme 2001 Target Tracking Module. What? We are not having problem with that - Now, now. I have to clear this ticket, Mr. Air Defence. You wouldn't want me to get into trouble, would you? Well, no, I guess not. Ah. Good then. Please reboot your system and we can get started solving your problem.
And a piece of newsprint will never have links embedded in it to get more background on the subject, doesn't have tabs so you can be checking local, regional, and worldwide news with a click, doesn't have video of the event, doesn't let me whip over to Wikipedia to get a quick introduction to topics I'm not up to date on, doesn't let me compare prices between Home Depot/Lowes/Ace Hardware vs. ordering it from Amazon, etc. All while drinking my morning beverage and trying to keep the cream cheese off the keyboard.
The past couple of years I have had to get orchestra seats, down on the floor in front of the stage. These used to be the least desirable seats, as occupants had no cover from the constant barrage of paper airplanes. Now they try to limit the planes to two designated times, but there is a lot of random traffic anyway.
When the very MILFy Russian blonde doc pulled not one but two emergency bras from under her tight black velvet dress and put them on the faces of four actual Nobel laureates, the crowd went wild. Good times.
NB: In case you want to read a screenplay in which the Ig Nobel ceremony is a pivotal plot point:
But look at me this morning. I am reading the Boston Globe site, for which I pay (essentially) nothing. I am accessing this site via a Comcast connection, for which I pay waytoofarkingmuch per month. Yet I get a huge benefit from the Globe, information that is directly relevant to my daily life. From Comcast I get nothing but the passing along of the signal. There is something wrong with this picture.
If I were the Globe, I would think outside the newsbox. I would do something like set up a wireless network in and around Boston and sell internet access way under Comcast's price. The home page for this service would be boston.com or its descendant. The monthy access fee would cover the network costs and cover running the news organization.
There are probably technical problems to this fantasy, but IAANACSM (Also Computer Science Major)
Remember that butt ugly fish with a mouth full of razor-sharp teeth that lives way down deep and has a worm-like appendage that dances tantalizingly just in front of its mouth? That's what I thought of when I read this story.
I'm walking into the Stop and Shop the other day, and I look over at a beat up car, the kind in which you typically see some old duffer checking his scratch tickets and reading the Herald. Only this old guy was checking his scratch tickets and reading his Kindle. I thought, Perhaps this moment is time zero.
It turns out that the Galactic Brotherhood is here to get compensation for our theft of their IP. Seems that SETI@home wasn't recording noise but the encoded libraries of several thousand civilizations, and we at home were processing a lot of copyrighted material. With damages and interest, we owe them everything from the center of the Sun out to about Saturn. And we get disconnected from the electromagnetic spectrum.
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The little bit of journalistic integrity left will be destroyed if the government starts picking up the tab. Newspapers will have a vested interest in getting funding so support of one candidate or another will be rewarded with money, instead of just interviews, questions at press conferences, and leaked memos.
This was actually an issue in Boston recently, when the city gave a small minority paper a loan to stay in business:
http://www.boston.com/news/local/massachusetts/articles/2009/07/17/menino_offers_loan_to_keep_banner_afloat/
The proles will never revolt.
No only that, the majority of those now possessing firearms will turn out to support and suppress the opposition to the New American Fascist Regime. Which will come to us in the guise of a superpatriotic telegenic populist defending us from the threat of the day.
What decade was the fax machine first patented?
The 40s.
The 1840s.
Give me a break. You stole your signature from the MIT Dormline telephone system. I've gotten that message myself.
Really you should attribute your sources. You are not half as clever as you are pretending to be.
My frat (early 70s) had a telephone system they called "Little Mother". It had been built from scavanged parts to replace a traditional intercom system they had called "Big Brother". Apparently unlucky brothers used to gather around the main console in the common area to listen in on the rooms where other brothers were getting lucky.
Turns out the guy was an alien, just trying to call for pickup. James Cameron just inked him to a $1 million deal for the story. He will be portrayed by Justin Long, with Bruce Willis as the Gilbert chief of police, Meryl Streep as Denise Birdwell, and Monica Potter as the wife.
It's tsunamis, not tsunami's.
...which is what much of modern chemotherapy amounts too will be looked back on like we look on bloodletting to keep your humors in order.
Except for the little fact that, as much as chemo sucks and as much as it closely resembles taking just enough arsenic mixed with mercury topped with cyanide to wish you were dead, it is backed up by clinical studies and has been found to work.
Chemo: sucks but works
Leeches: suck and don't work except in special cases as temporary therapy for reattachment of fingers and toes
Look, the Nazis need a database just like anyone else, don't they? It's not like our database is going to invade Poland. It's just a database, just a product. Everyone else is selling to them. What, you want us to lose out?
Making Google pay for "content" is like charging the guy on the corner you ask directions from ten bucks.
(ring)
Hello. Syrian Air Defence.
Hello, Mr. Air Defence. My name is Raji - I mean Bob - from technical support. I have a service request you made on your Acme 2001 Target Tracking Module.
What? We are not having problem with that -
Now, now. I have to clear this ticket, Mr. Air Defence. You wouldn't want me to get into trouble, would you?
Well, no, I guess not.
Ah. Good then. Please reboot your system and we can get started solving your problem.
Ah, the false millenium meme. Here is a play relative to that but set in 1900:
http://www.scribd.com/doc/13330493/Double-Naught-A-Play-in-One-Act
Just wait until Hitler finds out. He's going to snap, man.
God is not a particle, he's just a guy waiting until we figure it out.
Hitler: Didn't they read the part of my essay where I say that I will BOMB THEM IF I DON'T GET IN?
A screenplay about a young woman who suffers a telomerase problem:
http://www.scribd.com/doc/13561852/Breakfast-in-the-Next-Century-an-original-screenplay
And a piece of newsprint will never have links embedded in it to get more background on the subject, doesn't have tabs so you can be checking local, regional, and worldwide news with a click, doesn't have video of the event, doesn't let me whip over to Wikipedia to get a quick introduction to topics I'm not up to date on, doesn't let me compare prices between Home Depot/Lowes/Ace Hardware vs. ordering it from Amazon, etc. All while drinking my morning beverage and trying to keep the cream cheese off the keyboard.
It was a hoot as usual.
The past couple of years I have had to get orchestra seats, down on the floor in front of the stage. These used to be the least desirable seats, as occupants had no cover from the constant barrage of paper airplanes. Now they try to limit the planes to two designated times, but there is a lot of random traffic anyway.
When the very MILFy Russian blonde doc pulled not one but two emergency bras from under her tight black velvet dress and put them on the faces of four actual Nobel laureates, the crowd went wild. Good times.
NB: In case you want to read a screenplay in which the Ig Nobel ceremony is a pivotal plot point:
http://www.scribd.com/doc/13651346/The-EightFoot-Bride-an-original-screenplay
I will be at the IgNobels next week, down in the floor seats. Can I stand up and nominate this research from the floor?
But look at me this morning. I am reading the Boston Globe site, for which I pay (essentially) nothing. I am accessing this site via a Comcast connection, for which I pay waytoofarkingmuch per month. Yet I get a huge benefit from the Globe, information that is directly relevant to my daily life. From Comcast I get nothing but the passing along of the signal. There is something wrong with this picture.
If I were the Globe, I would think outside the newsbox. I would do something like set up a wireless network in and around Boston and sell internet access way under Comcast's price. The home page for this service would be boston.com or its descendant. The monthy access fee would cover the network costs and cover running the news organization.
There are probably technical problems to this fantasy, but IAANACSM (Also Computer Science Major)
My best guess is that her Slashdot UID is in the low 5 digits.
Yeah, remember how there weren't going to have to be any ads on cable television, because we were already going to be paying for it once?
Remember that butt ugly fish with a mouth full of razor-sharp teeth that lives way down deep and has a worm-like appendage that dances tantalizingly just in front of its mouth? That's what I thought of when I read this story.
I'm walking into the Stop and Shop the other day, and I look over at a beat up car, the kind in which you typically see some old duffer checking his scratch tickets and reading the Herald. Only this old guy was checking his scratch tickets and reading his Kindle. I thought, Perhaps this moment is time zero.
(Enter Buzz Aldrin)
POW!
(Exit Buzz Aldrin)
It turns out that the Galactic Brotherhood is here to get compensation for our theft of their IP. Seems that SETI@home wasn't recording noise but the encoded libraries of several thousand civilizations, and we at home were processing a lot of copyrighted material. With damages and interest, we owe them everything from the center of the Sun out to about Saturn. And we get disconnected from the electromagnetic spectrum.