What sort of fire hazard is this place? Assuming the hydrogen is stored in a combustible state (which is very likely), and that a very large volume will be stored.
Plenty of people store large tanks of propane outside their house which they use for the stove, water and even lighting. It is very common in mountain and beach houses.
This just goes to support theory that once you put something on the internet, it exists forever.
Sometimes, just for fun, I hit google groups or the wayback machine to find something painfully embarrassing thing I posted or crap web page I made years and years ago...or I just look in my posting history. Pure torture.
For reasons of security and latency, not everything is that easily shipped off to India. As an aside, in my current position and last position, I have witnessed three outsourcing attempts. All three have failed. Of course, I have only worked for small companies.
I work in bioinformatics and have a broad background in both science, programming and sys admin. Driving to the data center was a rare occurance (I was joking.) My advice to this whole discussion would be develop a broad background and be able to fill multiple roles. Of course, finding a job where your broad background is well utilized would be the trick.
Thoreau's isolationism made perfect sense during his lifetime. It doesn't now. For example, you don't want to know why gas prices are suddenly so high? You just notice they are higher. So it has affected you but you have no idea why. Thoreau lived in a world where you could be self sufficient on your own, barter for the few things you couldn't make, farm the rest and be alone all your life. That is simply not possible in the modern world. At least, for the vast majority of the population.
I always hit Drudge first thing when I log on in the morning. I don't necessarily trust everything he says or posts, but if something big happened, I know it will be there. Then I can check more reputable sites to see if there is any truth to it. So for me, sites like Drudge have a lot of value, even if they aren't always accurate.
something with the same mental capabilities and capacities as a bug.
Seems to me that most bugs act so predictably that their behavior is is hardwired and not really intelligence so to speak. I have seen documentaries where people have built artifical ants and observed the same behavior as real ants. Wouldn't you need interaction on a higher level to really determine if the machine is actually intelligent or just an illusion?
I've always thought of myself as a creative guy. Whenever my friends in the Star Wars novel-reading club schedule a Sunday-night Star Wars viewing party, I like to get into the spirit of things by dressing up in a theme outfit. And, of course, a big part of the excitement is dressing up my pet Cocker Spaniel, Nikto, as a character from the films or expanded universe, too.
The first time we ever did a party at Jerry's house, back when Shadows Of The Empire first came out in hardcover, I got out an old Han Solo Halloween costume. Then, on a last-minute whim, I dressed up Nikto as Leia with a pair of earmuffs and an old white T-shirt. Big hit, believe me!
After that, I guess people just started expecting costumes, and I didn't want to disappoint. So, for the Hard Merchandise party, I went as Lando and made a neat Lobot outfit for Nik. It wasn't perfect; Nik's sleeves weren't as billowy as I'd have liked, and he got pretty grumpy when I tried tucking his ears under the headpiece. But people still laughed plenty when we walked in.
Well, by that point, I'd created a monster: People started showing up to the parties just to see how Nik and I would be dressed! In fact, it soon became clear that my costumes were the main reason behind the swelling ranks of the Star Wars novel-reading club, which recently welcomed its 12th member. And though that was an awesome responsibility, I accepted it.
Perhaps my crowning achievement were the Rogue Planet party costumes. For myself, I created a Jabba outfit out of some sheets of yellow foam that my parents were going to throw away when their sofa was delivered, and I made Nikto a Bib Fortuna ensemble. For Bib's head tentacles, I bought a set of pink children's pajamas, sewed the legs shut and filled them with cotton. Then, I made Bib's robe out of an old winter coat and put long, gross-looking press-on nails on Nik's claws to complete the effect.
That one actually got applause! You should've seen Nik, his nose and only one eye sticking out from this mass of heavy fabric as he loped into Deborah's apartment. Plus, he made these hilarious growling noises that, I swear to God, sounded just like Bib! (I should have trained him to say "Day Wanna Wanga" or something!)
So, for the most recent party, celebrating the release of Vector Prime in paperback, I knew I had to outdo myself. I mean, Vector Prime! If you can't name at least one of the drastic changes that book introduced to the Star Wars continuum, you don't have any business reading this!
So, I figured this was the ideal occasion to trot out my incredible Han-In-Carbonite costume that I'd been making in secret out of a refrigerator box. Needless to say, the perfect complement to me as Frozen Han would be Nik in full Boba Fett armor, "escorting" me in!
Now, you, the inexperienced dog-dresser, are probably thinking that it would be relatively easy to whip up a Boba Fett costume for a Cocker Spaniel. Five to eight hours of work at the most, right? Well, guess again, Chucky.
Where to begin with the problems I encountered? First off, apparently, children's foot-sleepers come in every color of the rainbow except gray, so making the inner flight suit was a major hassle. In the end, I had to get white sleepers and dye them in the bathtub, which practically wiped out all of Friday. The only other thing I managed that day was to make the shoulder blast plates out of margarine-tub lids. That meant Saturday morning would get eaten up making the chest armor.
Now, in my naivete, I thought the helmet would be the easy part. Just make a plaster mold from the 1/2-scale Riddell replica helmet, coat the interior with latex, dry, and paint, right? Well, get this: I found out afterwards that the replica is actually 45 percent scale, not 50! And, man, what a difference five percent makes! The finished product was just too tight on Nik's head. God knows I tried to cram him in there, but it was like trying to put Oola's costume on Harry Knowles. Nik refused to w
In high school, I'd peel the magnetic stickers that set the alarms off out of books and crumple
them up. I'd then walk by some unsuspecting stranger and surreptitiously drop
the strip into their bag or umbrella. When they tried to leave all hell would break
loose. Sometimes I'd put it inside one of my friend's textbook or something. I use to think they'd catch me because I'd be laughing so hard.
Hilarity.
Slashdot Mirror
"E had just better equal MC squared...E had just better equal MC squared..."
But that seems like a lot of RAM. Is it?
What sort of fire hazard is this place? Assuming the hydrogen is stored in a combustible state (which is very likely), and that a very large volume will be stored.
Plenty of people store large tanks of propane outside their house which they use for the stove, water and even lighting. It is very common in mountain and beach houses.
Btw, welcome back.
250000RM is $65,800 US. I would guess it would cost more in the US though.
Here's a mirror
This just goes to support theory that once you put something on the internet, it exists forever.
Sometimes, just for fun, I hit google groups or the wayback machine to find something painfully embarrassing thing I posted or crap web page I made years and years ago...or I just look in my posting history. Pure torture.
...that all your content is not belong to /dev/null? Sweet.
For reasons of security and latency, not everything is that easily shipped off to India. As an aside, in my current position and last position, I have witnessed three outsourcing attempts. All three have failed. Of course, I have only worked for small companies.
I work in bioinformatics and have a broad background in both science, programming and sys admin. Driving to the data center was a rare occurance (I was joking.) My advice to this whole discussion would be develop a broad background and be able to fill multiple roles. Of course, finding a job where your broad background is well utilized would be the trick.
I just had to drive to the data center. How's someone in India going to accomplish that?
Ah, yes: "ghardak!
(Overheard at the convention. Actually, hundreds of times.)
As true today as it was then.
Thoreau's isolationism made perfect sense during his lifetime. It doesn't now. For example, you don't want to know why gas prices are suddenly so high? You just notice they are higher. So it has affected you but you have no idea why. Thoreau lived in a world where you could be self sufficient on your own, barter for the few things you couldn't make, farm the rest and be alone all your life. That is simply not possible in the modern world. At least, for the vast majority of the population.
I always hit Drudge first thing when I log on in the morning. I don't necessarily trust everything he says or posts, but if something big happened, I know it will be there. Then I can check more reputable sites to see if there is any truth to it. So for me, sites like Drudge have a lot of value, even if they aren't always accurate.
Why is it that authors of tech books seem to negleect an entire platform?
Here is a book on Mac exploits:
Chapter 1:
There are none.
The End.
(I kid. I kid. I know there are a couple.)
something with the same mental capabilities and capacities as a bug.
Seems to me that most bugs act so predictably that their behavior is is hardwired and not really intelligence so to speak. I have seen documentaries where people have built artifical ants and observed the same behavior as real ants. Wouldn't you need interaction on a higher level to really determine if the machine is actually intelligent or just an illusion?
Is it right for a human to fall in love with an artificially intelligent(and emotional) robot?
Are we talking pleasurebot or aibo? It makes a difference, you know.
That guy wouldn't have lasted a minute on the grid.
By Larry Groznic
I've always thought of myself as a creative guy. Whenever my friends in the Star Wars novel-reading club schedule a Sunday-night Star Wars viewing party, I like to get into the spirit of things by dressing up in a theme outfit. And, of course, a big part of the excitement is dressing up my pet Cocker Spaniel, Nikto, as a character from the films or expanded universe, too.
The first time we ever did a party at Jerry's house, back when Shadows Of The Empire first came out in hardcover, I got out an old Han Solo Halloween costume. Then, on a last-minute whim, I dressed up Nikto as Leia with a pair of earmuffs and an old white T-shirt. Big hit, believe me!
After that, I guess people just started expecting costumes, and I didn't want to disappoint. So, for the Hard Merchandise party, I went as Lando and made a neat Lobot outfit for Nik. It wasn't perfect; Nik's sleeves weren't as billowy as I'd have liked, and he got pretty grumpy when I tried tucking his ears under the headpiece. But people still laughed plenty when we walked in.
Well, by that point, I'd created a monster: People started showing up to the parties just to see how Nik and I would be dressed! In fact, it soon became clear that my costumes were the main reason behind the swelling ranks of the Star Wars novel-reading club, which recently welcomed its 12th member. And though that was an awesome responsibility, I accepted it.
Perhaps my crowning achievement were the Rogue Planet party costumes. For myself, I created a Jabba outfit out of some sheets of yellow foam that my parents were going to throw away when their sofa was delivered, and I made Nikto a Bib Fortuna ensemble. For Bib's head tentacles, I bought a set of pink children's pajamas, sewed the legs shut and filled them with cotton. Then, I made Bib's robe out of an old winter coat and put long, gross-looking press-on nails on Nik's claws to complete the effect.
That one actually got applause! You should've seen Nik, his nose and only one eye sticking out from this mass of heavy fabric as he loped into Deborah's apartment. Plus, he made these hilarious growling noises that, I swear to God, sounded just like Bib! (I should have trained him to say "Day Wanna Wanga" or something!)
So, for the most recent party, celebrating the release of Vector Prime in paperback, I knew I had to outdo myself. I mean, Vector Prime! If you can't name at least one of the drastic changes that book introduced to the Star Wars continuum, you don't have any business reading this!
So, I figured this was the ideal occasion to trot out my incredible Han-In-Carbonite costume that I'd been making in secret out of a refrigerator box. Needless to say, the perfect complement to me as Frozen Han would be Nik in full Boba Fett armor, "escorting" me in!
Now, you, the inexperienced dog-dresser, are probably thinking that it would be relatively easy to whip up a Boba Fett costume for a Cocker Spaniel. Five to eight hours of work at the most, right? Well, guess again, Chucky.
Where to begin with the problems I encountered? First off, apparently, children's foot-sleepers come in every color of the rainbow except gray, so making the inner flight suit was a major hassle. In the end, I had to get white sleepers and dye them in the bathtub, which practically wiped out all of Friday. The only other thing I managed that day was to make the shoulder blast plates out of margarine-tub lids. That meant Saturday morning would get eaten up making the chest armor.
Now, in my naivete, I thought the helmet would be the easy part. Just make a plaster mold from the 1/2-scale Riddell replica helmet, coat the interior with latex, dry, and paint, right? Well, get this: I found out afterwards that the replica is actually 45 percent scale, not 50! And, man, what a difference five percent makes! The finished product was just too tight on Nik's head. God knows I tried to cram him in there, but it was like trying to put Oola's costume on Harry Knowles. Nik refused to w
Wow, I haven't seen this troll in a long time... welcome back.
Actually, it should be us welcoming you back.
This just in: "Jacksonville Chamber of Commerce Alarmed at nurb432's boycot of city. Rethinking RFID decision."
You heard it here first.
In high school, I'd peel the magnetic stickers that set the alarms off out of books and crumple them up. I'd then walk by some unsuspecting stranger and surreptitiously drop the strip into their bag or umbrella. When they tried to leave all hell would break loose. Sometimes I'd put it inside one of my friend's textbook or something. I use to think they'd catch me because I'd be laughing so hard. Hilarity.
I just put it my backpack and then make like a tree and leave.
The Christians have been trying to convert Ethiopians for decades now... how is this Linux conversion going to happen so quickly?
Well, Christians have a zealot quotient of about 6. OSS advocates on the other hand....
The average computer or 1 in 20?
> who | wc -l
488
> uptime
2:27pm up 54 days, 21:23, 488 users, load average: 0.09, 0.18, 0.23
And what are those users doing? Not existing?