If you attempt to look at something in the AR headset you haven't acquired the license to look at, the hardware simply omits that object from your view.
I just want a fucking Asuka figurine. As long as it's not melting onto my desk I don't care if it came out of an giant industrial "3D printer" in Zhejiang or some weaboo's HP PlastiJet in Boyle Heights.
> have to wonder what kind of terrifyingly awful crap people are playing music on if noise from the SD/SDIO bus is a large enough portion of the problem
Just think what would have to happen if everyone were to actually do what the idiot security thespians want us to do and "if we see something, say something." Every discarded tin can along a roadway, every ungarded box sitting on the grass. Choke them to death on their own system.
Make it a game. How many suspicious packages can YOU call in today?
"Oh, no ma'am. I'm not calling in a bomb threat. I thought I saw a suspicious package."
I agree. There is a shockingly low number of corporate revenge murders in America. These CEOs and all the motherfuckers like that? They need to be SCARED. We need to up the corporate terrorism game severely.
Everything was silent that Christmas Eve. Only the lightly falling snow that decorated the landscape seemed to exhibit life. The children of the Streamer family had gone to bed early in hopes that Santa would come. Tom Streamer and his lovely wife Laura were snuggled in each other's arms, anticipating the joyous laughter that soon will fill the Midwestern farmhouse as it did each Christmas before. Laura was asleep but Tom was engrossed in thought.
Tom had promised himself that this year's drought and its devastating effects on his family's income would not spoil this Christmas for his children. But the lack of revenue made it impossible for him to buy the one thing his children wanted so desperately: a pony. All Midwestern farm kids, except his, had ponies to ride and Tom felt a sense of guilt not being able to afford one.
Tom looked over towards Laura. He then realized he was a lucky man to have such a beautiful and adoring family. His fifteen year old son, Jimmy, had made All American in just his freshman year of high school. His thirteen year old daughter, Amy, was fast becoming a remarkable woman.
Without warning, Tom's thoughts were interrupted by a loud crash coming from the roof of the two-story wood framed house. Startled, Laura woke to hear the supports in the attic creak under the strain of something heavy.
"What is it?" Laura asked, wiping the sleep from her eyes.
"I don't know," Tom replied, moving quickly out of bed and putting on a robe. "Let's find out."
Laura followed Tom's lead while also slipping on a robe.
As they scampered out of the master bedroom, they were greeted in the hallway by Jimmy and Amy.
"Is that Santa?" Amy asked.
Jimmy said, "I don't think so, Amy. But I'm ready for anything."
Tom and Laura laughed as Jimmy knifed his hands through the air. He was taking Karate lessons at the local YMCA and was anxious to demonstrate his newfound skill. Amy and Jimmy soon followed their parent's laughter with snickers of their own.
"Come on, 'Karate Kid.' Let's see what's going on," Tom said, grinning while ruffling his right hand through Jimmy's thick curly hair.
The family followed the creaking sound along the rafters.
"It seems to be heading towards the chimney," Laura said perplexed.
"It is Santa!" Amy exclaimed.
"Don't jump to conclusions just yet young lady," Tom said with a fake scowl on his face. "The fireplace is lit. Maybe it's an animal that got on the roof from a nearby tree and wants to get close to the heat coming from the chimney. It's cold outside you know."
"By the sound of it, it's a pretty *BIG* animal don't you think, Dad?" Jimmy went back to making Karate chops again.
They huddled around the top of the staircase, crouching down to get the full view of the roaring fire in the fireplace, wondering what the source of the sound on the roof was going to do next.
All of a sudden the fire in the fireplace blew out with a whooshing sound. But just as suddenly, the fire roared back to life. The four of them gasped. There, standing in front of the fireplace, was a very large man with a white beard dressed in a red suit, wearing gloves and a cap and stroking the head of a magnificent pony!
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If you attempt to look at something in the AR headset you haven't acquired the license to look at, the hardware simply omits that object from your view.
> In our area, T-Mobile lies about its coverage.
Then consider contributing some real end-user coverage mapping to the Sensorly project.
I just want a fucking Asuka figurine. As long as it's not melting onto my desk I don't care if it came out of an giant industrial "3D printer" in Zhejiang or some weaboo's HP PlastiJet in Boyle Heights.
...mandatory gun helmets for all citizens.
> have to wonder what kind of terrifyingly awful crap people are playing music on if noise from the SD/SDIO bus is a large enough portion of the problem
Dubstep, of course!
So we just outsource surgeon jobs to the 5th dimension? Problem solved, and we can probably make a pretty penny in the process.
Just think what would have to happen if everyone were to actually do what the idiot security thespians want us to do and "if we see something, say something." Every discarded tin can along a roadway, every ungarded box sitting on the grass. Choke them to death on their own system.
Make it a game. How many suspicious packages can YOU call in today?
"Oh, no ma'am. I'm not calling in a bomb threat. I thought I saw a suspicious package."
I agree. There is a shockingly low number of corporate revenge murders in America. These CEOs and all the motherfuckers like that? They need to be SCARED. We need to up the corporate terrorism game severely.
Made of Hemp
"Thermite Drone"
You're welcome.
It's called the No-onebergring.
Pass the salt hash, brother.
Who would you run alongside Drew Curtis? Maddox to bring the conservative gravitas or moot for his free speech credentials?
*REAL* gamers emphasize false purity and always seek to exorcize the Other.
Thank you Mozilla!
I suspect you meant that a jest, but she was actually fairly vile. One opinion: http://www.stuff.co.nz/aucklan...
"Stellar Dragon"
Everything was silent that Christmas Eve. Only the lightly falling snow
that decorated the landscape seemed to exhibit life. The children of the
Streamer family had gone to bed early in hopes that Santa would come. Tom
Streamer and his lovely wife Laura were snuggled in each other's arms,
anticipating the joyous laughter that soon will fill the Midwestern farmhouse
as it did each Christmas before. Laura was asleep but Tom was engrossed in
thought.
Tom had promised himself that this year's drought and its devastating
effects on his family's income would not spoil this Christmas for his children.
But the lack of revenue made it impossible for him to buy the one thing his
children wanted so desperately: a pony. All Midwestern farm kids, except his,
had ponies to ride and Tom felt a sense of guilt not being able to afford one.
Tom looked over towards Laura. He then realized he was a lucky man to
have such a beautiful and adoring family. His fifteen year old son, Jimmy, had
made All American in just his freshman year of high school. His thirteen year
old daughter, Amy, was fast becoming a remarkable woman.
Without warning, Tom's thoughts were interrupted by a loud crash coming
from the roof of the two-story wood framed house. Startled, Laura woke to hear
the supports in the attic creak under the strain of something heavy.
"What is it?" Laura asked, wiping the sleep from her eyes.
"I don't know," Tom replied, moving quickly out of bed and putting on a
robe. "Let's find out."
Laura followed Tom's lead while also slipping on a robe.
As they scampered out of the master bedroom, they were greeted in the
hallway by Jimmy and Amy.
"Is that Santa?" Amy asked.
Jimmy said, "I don't think so, Amy. But I'm ready for anything."
Tom and Laura laughed as Jimmy knifed his hands through the air. He was
taking Karate lessons at the local YMCA and was anxious to demonstrate his
newfound skill. Amy and Jimmy soon followed their parent's laughter with
snickers of their own.
"Come on, 'Karate Kid.' Let's see what's going on," Tom said, grinning
while ruffling his right hand through Jimmy's thick curly hair.
The family followed the creaking sound along the rafters.
"It seems to be heading towards the chimney," Laura said perplexed.
"It is Santa!" Amy exclaimed.
"Don't jump to conclusions just yet young lady," Tom said with a fake
scowl on his face. "The fireplace is lit. Maybe it's an animal that got on
the roof from a nearby tree and wants to get close to the heat coming from the
chimney. It's cold outside you know."
"By the sound of it, it's a pretty *BIG* animal don't you think, Dad?"
Jimmy went back to making Karate chops again.
They huddled around the top of the staircase, crouching down to get the
full view of the roaring fire in the fireplace, wondering what the source of
the sound on the roof was going to do next.
All of a sudden the fire in the fireplace blew out with a whooshing sound.
But just as suddenly, the fire roared back to life. The four of them gasped.
There, standing in front of the fireplace, was a very large man with a white
beard dressed in a red suit, wearing gloves and a cap and stroking the head of
a magnificent pony!
"Ho ho ho,
You have no fucking idea what you're talking about.
Finally I'll be able to get that o-bomb-a-phone that they're always talkin' 'bout on the talky radio.
Designed in Germany by Indians for production in China by Koreans to be unpacked by Texans and purchased by Mexicans.
Y*AH F*CK S*NY
Fuckin' Meadowlands `74, bro. I was trippin' balls.
> Bedroom?
/. can't be that compelling.
Bodycam video of me sleeping and refreshing
I prefer to keep my always-on speaker in my pants pocket (except when I'm wearing girl glothes).