Parker, Smith, Ginsberg, Kowznofski, front and center! Yew all just volunteered to help these here boys from Litton Industries test their new riot gear.
Americans always give girl's mens names. I suspect they just lack all clue. Ashley first and foremost, Lesley, Bailey, Lindsey, Morgan, Taylor and Jordan and on and on. All were originally men's names, but now are almost always given to women. Of course this is why the Yanks think the Brits are all queer; all the men have girls names:)
The OP is a misquote of the Bruce Springsteen song "Racing in the streets" with "high-street box shifter" subbed for "Hurst". Nigel Springsteen is of course the English version of Bruce Springsteen, since all Englishmen are named Nigel (much like all Aussies are named Bruce). Except Bruce Springsteen, who is not Australian. Of course it's not funny after you dissect it (if, indeed, it ever was). Fuelie heads are much sought after cylinder heads for hot rodding small block Chevy engines (Car Guys, help me out here). I think fuelie has to do with fuel injection?
Heed ye the example of Steve S. (his real name) who saved up 3 weeks one year, and added it to 3 weeks from the next so he could finally take his 6 week dream vacation. The company got along fine without him for those 6 weeks, so they figured "what do we need him for anyhow" and canned him upon his return.
Where the "gears grind" (well put!) is called cognitive dissonance. The tension that occurs when 2 strongly held cognitions (beliefs, feelings, concepts etc) conflict. Common in anybody with strongly held beliefs such as some religious fundies, left/right wing political nutjobs, and audiophiles. People who not only refuse to accept evidence that their beliefs are wrong, but actually may not be able to accept it without a sort of major ego collapse. Kind of scary when you encounter it, isn't it?
Electrolytic caps will go off with a nice bang if put enough juice in them. I snuck into the high school electronics lab on the day we were to demo our projects for the teacher and soldered a small electrolytic to the on/off switch of my buddy's project.
"Look Mr. Schmidlap, here is the Heathkit stereo amp I have spent the last year building. I'll just turn it on"....click..."KA-BANG"...flash of light...cloud of smoke.
The amp was of course undamaged, but 20 years later he's still pissed about it.
It's the diet. Biscuits and gravy for breakfast (white flour and lard in a sauce of.....white flour and lard). A 24 oz T-Bone is the "ladies cut". Supersized everything. And, apparently no social stigma attached to being morbidly obese.
Of course its a dreadful troll, but...he has one thing right. You don't own a piece of earth until you have one of your guys with a rifle standing on it. You can inflict damage up to the limits of your arsenal; nuke it into a sheet of glass if you like; but without the guy and his rifle you don't own it.
General Shinseki told Rumsfeld he needed N guys with rifles to hold Iraq. Rumsfeld said you'll do it with N/3. Guess who was right?
Yeah, you're probably right. The set of people who are the intersection of (massive steroid overuse) and (posts on slashdot) is probably not that big. It was meant tongue-in-cheek.
Think of taking this pill as Paternity Insurance. When some random girl you hooked up with one night (who swore she was on the pill) shows up 9 months later with a baby, a DNA test and a lawyer who will nail you for 18 years worth of child support you might be wishing you did.
And enough with the whining about side effects. Anabolic steroids can make your hair fall out, your epiphysia (growth plates) fuse prematurely, cover you in zits and make your nads shrivel to the size of raisins.....but some of you will take em anyway.
This is how enormity got to mean "something really big" instead of "a crime beyond all moral boundaries".
Language defined by misuse. Usually done by lackwits in a misguided attempt to sound sophisticated, but ironically it demonstrates instead only their lack of language skills.
These things grate like fingernails on the chalkboard of my soul. Mostly they make me very sad.
His guerilla maketing campaign for Bully has been nothing short of brilliant. Thanks to Jack, Bully has been at the top of the headlines for weeks and weeks prior to its release.
Similar situation - except it was a conference call between us and a supplier (10 people in our office on a speakerphone talking to 10 people in their office). At some point we needed to discuss something amongst ourselves so we told the suppliers we were going "off the air" for a minute and put the phone on mute. To our amazement, the suppliers thought that because they could no longer hear us that we could no longer hear them. Their mic was still open and we heard the talking as if we were no longer listening. They were quite candidly discussing flaws in their equipment that we hadn't found yet, and trying to decide which imaginary ship date they were going to tell us given that their product wasn't really going to be ready for 4 more months.
Needless to say, we made the "off the air" discussion a part of every call we had with them.
OK, my comment was a bit snotty. I'm somewhat entitled to be dubious, because speech recognition was a big disappointment when it first hit the market.
I remember eagerly anticipating not having to type anymore when I bought IBM's Via Voice. This was about 10 years ago, back when "powerful computer" meant a P90 with 8 Meg Ram. After training the software for about an hour, I could, by. talking. like. William. Shatner. on. Ritalin. produce text that was maybe 60% - 80% accurate. It was definitely oversold at the time.
With 2 orders of magnitude more computing power, it ought to be a lot better. I will have to give it another chance. Thanks.
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Wicked funny!
Parker, Smith, Ginsberg, Kowznofski, front and center! Yew all just volunteered to help these here boys from Litton Industries test their new riot gear.
Yes sergeant!
Americans always give girl's mens names. I suspect they just lack all clue. Ashley first and foremost, Lesley, Bailey, Lindsey, Morgan, Taylor and Jordan and on and on. All were originally men's names, but now are almost always given to women. Of course this is why the Yanks think the Brits are all queer; all the men have girls names :)
The OP is a misquote of the Bruce Springsteen song "Racing in the streets" with "high-street box shifter" subbed for "Hurst". Nigel Springsteen is of course the English version of Bruce Springsteen, since all Englishmen are named Nigel (much like all Aussies are named Bruce). Except Bruce Springsteen, who is not Australian. Of course it's not funny after you dissect it (if, indeed, it ever was). Fuelie heads are much sought after cylinder heads for hot rodding small block Chevy engines (Car Guys, help me out here). I think fuelie has to do with fuel injection?
"I got a '69 Chevy with a 396. Fuelie heads and a high-street box shifter on the floor."
Nigel Springsteen
Heed ye the example of Steve S. (his real name) who saved up 3 weeks one year, and added it to 3 weeks from the next so he could finally take his 6 week dream vacation. The company got along fine without him for those 6 weeks, so they figured "what do we need him for anyhow" and canned him upon his return.
Where the "gears grind" (well put!) is called cognitive dissonance. The tension that occurs when 2 strongly held cognitions (beliefs, feelings, concepts etc) conflict. Common in anybody with strongly held beliefs such as some religious fundies, left/right wing political nutjobs, and audiophiles. People who not only refuse to accept evidence that their beliefs are wrong, but actually may not be able to accept it without a sort of major ego collapse. Kind of scary when you encounter it, isn't it?
Electrolytic caps will go off with a nice bang if put enough juice in them. I snuck into the high school electronics lab on the day we were to demo our projects for the teacher and soldered a small electrolytic to the on/off switch of my buddy's project.
"Look Mr. Schmidlap, here is the Heathkit stereo amp I have spent the last year building. I'll just turn it on"....click..."KA-BANG"...flash of light...cloud of smoke.
The amp was of course undamaged, but 20 years later he's still pissed about it.
Archon on the C64. 2 Wico red ball joysticks. Strategy and action in a perfect blend.
It's the diet. Biscuits and gravy for breakfast (white flour and lard in a sauce of.....white flour and lard). A 24 oz T-Bone is the "ladies cut". Supersized everything. And, apparently no social stigma attached to being morbidly obese.
Of course its a dreadful troll, but...he has one thing right. You don't own a piece of earth until you have one of your guys with a rifle standing on it. You can inflict damage up to the limits of your arsenal; nuke it into a sheet of glass if you like; but without the guy and his rifle you don't own it.
General Shinseki told Rumsfeld he needed N guys with rifles to hold Iraq. Rumsfeld said you'll do it with N/3. Guess who was right?
Popcorn!
One kernel at a time.
640 Cores ought to be enough for anyone.
Yeah, you're probably right. The set of people who are the intersection of (massive steroid overuse) and (posts on slashdot) is probably not that big. It was meant tongue-in-cheek.
Think of taking this pill as Paternity Insurance. When some random girl you hooked up with one night (who swore she was on the pill) shows up 9 months later with a baby, a DNA test and a lawyer who will nail you for 18 years worth of child support you might be wishing you did.
And enough with the whining about side effects. Anabolic steroids can make your hair fall out, your epiphysia (growth plates) fuse prematurely, cover you in zits and make your nads shrivel to the size of raisins.....but some of you will take em anyway.
This is how enormity got to mean "something really big" instead of "a crime beyond all moral boundaries".
Language defined by misuse. Usually done by lackwits in a misguided attempt to sound sophisticated, but ironically it demonstrates instead only their lack of language skills.
These things grate like fingernails on the chalkboard of my soul. Mostly they make me very sad.
My friend, if you invented a device that could reliably identify "narcissistic psychopath women" you could buy DeBeers with the money you'd make.
His guerilla maketing campaign for Bully has been nothing short of brilliant. Thanks to Jack, Bully has been at the top of the headlines for weeks and weeks prior to its release.
Well done, I say.
Similar situation - except it was a conference call between us and a supplier (10 people in our office on a speakerphone talking to 10 people in their office). At some point we needed to discuss something amongst ourselves so we told the suppliers we were going "off the air" for a minute and put the phone on mute. To our amazement, the suppliers thought that because they could no longer hear us that we could no longer hear them. Their mic was still open and we heard the talking as if we were no longer listening. They were quite candidly discussing flaws in their equipment that we hadn't found yet, and trying to decide which imaginary ship date they were going to tell us given that their product wasn't really going to be ready for 4 more months.
Needless to say, we made the "off the air" discussion a part of every call we had with them.
you keep using that word, I do not think it means what you think it means.
Jack Vance.
Jack Vance vs everybody else is like Lagavulin vs Miller Lite. Complex flavour and deeply rewarding. Not to everyone's taste either.
OK, my comment was a bit snotty. I'm somewhat entitled to be dubious, because speech recognition was a big disappointment when it first hit the market.
I remember eagerly anticipating not having to type anymore when I bought IBM's Via Voice. This was about 10 years ago, back when "powerful computer" meant a P90 with 8 Meg Ram. After training the software for about an hour, I could, by. talking. like. William. Shatner. on. Ritalin. produce text that was maybe 60% - 80% accurate. It was definitely oversold at the time.
With 2 orders of magnitude more computing power, it ought to be a lot better. I will have to give it another chance. Thanks.
Wreck A Nice Beach...Recognize Speech. Call me when it can tell them apart.
I'll have you know that the reverse is true. The 1.4l Mazda 323 I drive clearly demonstrates that I have a hose like Ron Jeremy!
Oh wait, I don't.
damn
Removing the dog balls from the B-2 bomber reduced its radar return by 42%.
Really.