I'm not sure if someone who plays Casual Game is always a casual gamer. My uncle (Who must be in his 60s.) is obsessed/addicted to Bejeweled. At every family get together he is talking about his high scores and how he can beat his wife's ass (at bejeweled.) He may be playing a "Casual Game.", but I would not describe him as a casual gamer.
From where I'm standing you are getting a +5 for mis-quoting and mis-representing what that person meant. Also, creating a gross generalization of the slashdot crowd.
Easy is as easy does.
I was thinking something like a battery pack on wheels that rolls out from under the vehicle and you roll the other one in.
1000 lbs of batteries? Thats half the weight of a typical car. Someone needs to get on that.
Let me just summarize the parent for you.
1. Generalized statements about a population without any studies indicating a statistical or causal relationship to back them up.
2. Anecdotal example of a one scenario that backs up his generalized statement without any studies cited that provide a statistical or causal relationship to back it up.
3. Expression of an opinion as a fact followed by a combined statement of opinion as fact followed by another generalized statement without any study cited to back it up.
Now my opinion.
I think that if we are going to have a debate on the benefits of a particular point of view, we should be sure that we express the WHY and HOW of our opinions by providing a cited source of actual research that follows the scientific method for determining results.
Gut reactions to anecdotal examples does not a well-informed opinion make.
Insightful, my ass.
Yes for want of a loss you are. But as our presence in this forum indicates we place our attention to that which makes our interest. Santa Cruz may be a distant location from where we stand, but their operation is within the context of the software we employ. Should the subject be changed to more enjoyable matters perhaps we could pontificate about that delicious beverage that the Tranya is. Whether ranting about the uniformity of goodness of our desired software framework or perpetuating the consults of the monopolistic vendor, Tranya is ever present in its ability to provide delicious refreshment.
We all desire to have the multimedia data streams flow through our entertainment devices. From tither and yon, we coalesce the elements to build complete edited fabrications of the initial entertainment distribution. We consume voraciously the images and waveforms and hunger for even more largess, compiling and building large storage complexes. Until one spills the Tranya onto the devices rendering them non-functional. We cry and feel saddened by our loss, but the Tranya is still there to comfort us in our hour of need.
A legislative doctrine to remedy the insufficient penality of perusing communication records may be the change we need, but as our undergarments may get soiled for lack of replacement so will our government forensic investigators. So lets all sip some Tranya and celebrate the coming of a new age in legal manifestations that bring about restrictive circumstances endangering our ability to perceive what is a new reality.
The alterations of of images transposed from within the confines of allocated semiconductor memory is a travesty of trustworthiness that makes on think of the simpler days of the chemical process for capturing images and storage on layered flexible devices. Those recollections also recoup melancholy days of sipping the Tranya amidst the family on late autumn holidays. One weeps for what this has become.
The corresponding proficiency of the musical lyricists of yore relative to the neo alternative citrus belching Tranya drinker doesn't really enter into the corresponding paradigm of manifested aural design.
Do you think the experience of your trojan popping up would disuade you from the intended circumstances having being performed? I really think this mythical "Trojan" would do itself well as to not pop, but rather to fizz, just under the breath of its intended victim. It is curious that when the forum for discussing the opportunistic requiems bally about on the coordinated cicrumstances, no one raises the issue of how delicious the Tranya is. I mean how can this escape our notice? I do relish it quite a bit.
Ho ho ho, your humor is irrepressantly fascinatingly killian like. No, I'm not referring to the likeliness of someone slipping on a banana peel, but more of someone who cannot determine the existence of such a peel even in their midst because of the vagaries of density in matter. When one sips of the Tranya, they can see the world anew. Never again with the hijinks of virtual likeness of chief executives who concern themselves with indiscretions by script kiddies. More likely they imbibe on the nectar of the gods that Tranya is. Your scribe will not endeavor to move beyond the trivialities of such nonsensical musings. Instead, they will stretch their actualities into a shape only know to their inner selves. So do not resist the citrus belches and glucosian after taste. Imbibe early and often when nature sees fit to present you with the Tranya.
Perhaps if your comment can be taken in the context of what would happen under different circumstances on the eventuality of operating system mechanical fluxuations. My! Haven't we been through the time-tested variation of correlated fluid operations. No, I don't mean the central overload of keen observational pragmatic or parametric coin flipping. More like the sensual slirp of that delicious concoction we commonly refer to as Tranya! Oh, I know it well. Its citrus belches and glucosian after taste. Don't get me wrong. I really am not aware of the insidious fragility of the time honored placement of needs, but when I drink of the Tranya, I am transposed into a never ending delight of the senses. So do not go sullen into that night. Imbibe with all of the frivolity nature endures. Only then you will know. Until then, post this dissertation with an understanding that the needs of one and the needs of many are often coincident with each other.
No, the ISS is not officially outfitted with Tranya dispensers. Meeting out that liquid refreshment to the delight and enjoyment of the ISS staff. Had a tough day aligning the offset gyro navigation system? Here, cool down and relax with a large tumbler filled with your favorite refreshment. The Tranya, it goes down smooth. With each sip, the tensions of the day are belched up with that delicious citrus after taste.
Tranya! Its not just for star ship attacks. Today's Tranya drinkers are cool, invigorated successful and precocious imbibers. Enjoy!
You forget the multiplier effect of cool breezes on a summer afternoon. Sipping Tranya out of a tall glass. No need to add ice, the beverage provides its delicious refreshment free of chemical or thermodynamic modifiers. Imagine, a light breeze wafting through the air, laying back in a reclined position, sipping on this delicious concoction. You will be titilated by the promise of sensations yet to come. Enjoy all that the Tranya is.
Yea. Some day we need to discuss this over a nice glass of Tranya. The whole energy conversion efficiency of a delicious citrus beverage. Its not just for star ship attacks! Its an every day concoction for every day needs. Drink Up!
This is good news for the Tranya industry. We will be able to manufacture the delicious beverage at a greater rate than previously thought possible. The citrus indulgence can be served to your guests on any occasion, not just when you have been attacked by a star ship.
I for one, am jubilant about the prospects of this tingly sensation being sipped on warm summer days or on long winter nights. The Tranya of my youth cannot be forgotten and today I have even more reason to celebrate this delicious beverage.
They placed it into the orthogontric manufacturing process. Three sheets to the wind on the Tranya supplies. Once they garantulate wildly, the machines are configured to support their minimal power supplied outcomes. We never cease to see from Intel, the various supply side ergonomics we seek from time to time. Never underestimate the power of free radical electrons to cogitate your display device on even intervals.
When in doubt, there is always the forceful inclusion of semiconducted forest derivatives. Be vigilant, and some day you will have the freedom to encode entertainment streams through your house.
There are a number of things I can't stand about Tranya, and I would just love to share them with you. For starters, I wish I didn't have to be the one to break the news that this is an exceptionally convincing illustration of the power wielded by Tranya and of the destructive way in which it uses that power. Nevertheless, I cannot afford to pass by anything that may help me make my point. So let me just state that Tranya's rank-and-file followers are merely ciphers. Tranya is the one who decides whether or not to fuel inquisitions. Tranya is the one who gives out the orders to enable lascivious four-flushers to punch above their weight. And Tranya is the one trying to conceal how we are at war. Don't think we're not just because you're not stepping over dead bodies in the streets. We're at war with Tranya's profligate slogans. We're at war with its ethically bankrupt threats. And we're at war with its homophobic canards. As in any war, we ought to be aware of the fact that the hysteria and witch-hunts fueled by Tranya's sound bites will perpetuate harmful stereotypes by the next full moon. No joke.
It has long been obvious to attentive observers that we must educate, inform, and nurture our children instead of keeping them ignorant, afraid, and in danger. But did you know that its expositions are nothing shy of a slap in the face to all those who have fought and fallen in war for this country? It doesn't want you to know that because the main dissensus between me and Tranya is that I feel that I can no longer brook Tranya's psychotic, self-satisfied publicity stunts. It, on the other hand, contends that it knows 100% of everything 100% of the time. Imagine getting a dollar every time Tranya said it wouldn't ensure that there can never in the future be accord, unity, or a common, agreed-upon destiny among the citizens of this once-great nation but did so anyway. You'd be very, very rich. Tranya's ventures obfuscate any attempt to locate responsibility for the consequential decisions of those who have access to the means of power, as evidenced by the way that in a recent essay, Tranya stated that it is the most recent incarnation of the Buddha. Since the arguments it made in the rest of its essay are based in part on that assumption, it should be aware that it just isn't true. Not only that, but most of us are now painfully aware of its pertinacious indiscretions. So what's the connection between that and its undertakings? The connection is that I frequently wish to tell Tranya that if it is allowed to silence critical debate and squelch creative brainstorming, the implications can be widespread. But being a generally genteel person, however, I always bite my tongue.
Tranya should work with us, not step in at the eleventh hour and hog all the glory. An old joke tells of the optimist who falls off a 60-story building and, as he whizzes past the 35th floor, exclaims, "So far, so good!" But it is not such blind optimism that causes Tranya's helots to think that they can distract attention from more important issues. You won't find many of Tranya's attendants who will openly admit that they favor Tranya's schemes to strip the world of conversation, friendship, and love. In fact, their double standards are characterized by a plethora of rhetoric to the contrary. If you listen closely, though, you'll hear how carefully they cover up the fact that Tranya's occasional demonstrations of benevolence are not genuine. Nor are its promises. In fact, Tranya is doing everything in its power to make me get fired from my job. The only reason I haven't yet is that I believe in the four P's: patience, prayer, positive thinking, and perseverance.
As far as being frightful is concerned, none of Tranya's mercenaries holds a candle to it. I could write pages on the subject, but the following should suffice. Tranya should get with the program. But what, you may ask, does any of that have to do with the theme of this letter, viz., that you do not need to be selfish to know that I accept the call to encourage open, civic engagement? It is bootl
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I'm not sure if someone who plays Casual Game is always a casual gamer. My uncle (Who must be in his 60s.) is obsessed/addicted to Bejeweled. At every family get together he is talking about his high scores and how he can beat his wife's ass (at bejeweled.) He may be playing a "Casual Game.", but I would not describe him as a casual gamer.
4k of RAM?!? How about 256 bytes, expandable to 512. Here was my ACTUAL keyboard... http://www.vintage-computer.com/images/heathet3400.jpg
I don't know this Hilter you speak of.
I wonder if he was caught ripping/burning a DVD that would have resulted in being evicted?
From where I'm standing you are getting a +5 for mis-quoting and mis-representing what that person meant. Also, creating a gross generalization of the slashdot crowd.
The old Mass-Hole of the mountain.
Perhaps you could throw some pillows on it and use it as a sofa. It could power your plasma tv when its not taking you to work.
Easy is as easy does. I was thinking something like a battery pack on wheels that rolls out from under the vehicle and you roll the other one in. 1000 lbs of batteries? Thats half the weight of a typical car. Someone needs to get on that.
Or just keep a spare battery pack in your garage. Come home, swap'em and you're ready for the next trip.
Let me just summarize the parent for you. 1. Generalized statements about a population without any studies indicating a statistical or causal relationship to back them up. 2. Anecdotal example of a one scenario that backs up his generalized statement without any studies cited that provide a statistical or causal relationship to back it up. 3. Expression of an opinion as a fact followed by a combined statement of opinion as fact followed by another generalized statement without any study cited to back it up. Now my opinion. I think that if we are going to have a debate on the benefits of a particular point of view, we should be sure that we express the WHY and HOW of our opinions by providing a cited source of actual research that follows the scientific method for determining results. Gut reactions to anecdotal examples does not a well-informed opinion make. Insightful, my ass.
Yes for want of a loss you are. But as our presence in this forum indicates we place our attention to that which makes our interest. Santa Cruz may be a distant location from where we stand, but their operation is within the context of the software we employ. Should the subject be changed to more enjoyable matters perhaps we could pontificate about that delicious beverage that the Tranya is. Whether ranting about the uniformity of goodness of our desired software framework or perpetuating the consults of the monopolistic vendor, Tranya is ever present in its ability to provide delicious refreshment.
We all desire to have the multimedia data streams flow through our entertainment devices. From tither and yon, we coalesce the elements to build complete edited fabrications of the initial entertainment distribution. We consume voraciously the images and waveforms and hunger for even more largess, compiling and building large storage complexes. Until one spills the Tranya onto the devices rendering them non-functional. We cry and feel saddened by our loss, but the Tranya is still there to comfort us in our hour of need.
A legislative doctrine to remedy the insufficient penality of perusing communication records may be the change we need, but as our undergarments may get soiled for lack of replacement so will our government forensic investigators. So lets all sip some Tranya and celebrate the coming of a new age in legal manifestations that bring about restrictive circumstances endangering our ability to perceive what is a new reality.
The alterations of of images transposed from within the confines of allocated semiconductor memory is a travesty of trustworthiness that makes on think of the simpler days of the chemical process for capturing images and storage on layered flexible devices. Those recollections also recoup melancholy days of sipping the Tranya amidst the family on late autumn holidays. One weeps for what this has become.
The corresponding proficiency of the musical lyricists of yore relative to the neo alternative citrus belching Tranya drinker doesn't really enter into the corresponding paradigm of manifested aural design.
Do you think the experience of your trojan popping up would disuade you from the intended circumstances having being performed? I really think this mythical "Trojan" would do itself well as to not pop, but rather to fizz, just under the breath of its intended victim. It is curious that when the forum for discussing the opportunistic requiems bally about on the coordinated cicrumstances, no one raises the issue of how delicious the Tranya is. I mean how can this escape our notice? I do relish it quite a bit.
Ho ho ho, your humor is irrepressantly fascinatingly killian like. No, I'm not referring to the likeliness of someone slipping on a banana peel, but more of someone who cannot determine the existence of such a peel even in their midst because of the vagaries of density in matter. When one sips of the Tranya, they can see the world anew. Never again with the hijinks of virtual likeness of chief executives who concern themselves with indiscretions by script kiddies. More likely they imbibe on the nectar of the gods that Tranya is. Your scribe will not endeavor to move beyond the trivialities of such nonsensical musings. Instead, they will stretch their actualities into a shape only know to their inner selves. So do not resist the citrus belches and glucosian after taste. Imbibe early and often when nature sees fit to present you with the Tranya.
Perhaps if your comment can be taken in the context of what would happen under different circumstances on the eventuality of operating system mechanical fluxuations. My! Haven't we been through the time-tested variation of correlated fluid operations. No, I don't mean the central overload of keen observational pragmatic or parametric coin flipping. More like the sensual slirp of that delicious concoction we commonly refer to as Tranya! Oh, I know it well. Its citrus belches and glucosian after taste. Don't get me wrong. I really am not aware of the insidious fragility of the time honored placement of needs, but when I drink of the Tranya, I am transposed into a never ending delight of the senses. So do not go sullen into that night. Imbibe with all of the frivolity nature endures. Only then you will know. Until then, post this dissertation with an understanding that the needs of one and the needs of many are often coincident with each other.
No, the ISS is not officially outfitted with Tranya dispensers. Meeting out that liquid refreshment to the delight and enjoyment of the ISS staff. Had a tough day aligning the offset gyro navigation system? Here, cool down and relax with a large tumbler filled with your favorite refreshment. The Tranya, it goes down smooth. With each sip, the tensions of the day are belched up with that delicious citrus after taste. Tranya! Its not just for star ship attacks. Today's Tranya drinkers are cool, invigorated successful and precocious imbibers. Enjoy!
You forget the multiplier effect of cool breezes on a summer afternoon. Sipping Tranya out of a tall glass. No need to add ice, the beverage provides its delicious refreshment free of chemical or thermodynamic modifiers. Imagine, a light breeze wafting through the air, laying back in a reclined position, sipping on this delicious concoction. You will be titilated by the promise of sensations yet to come. Enjoy all that the Tranya is.
Yea. Some day we need to discuss this over a nice glass of Tranya. The whole energy conversion efficiency of a delicious citrus beverage. Its not just for star ship attacks! Its an every day concoction for every day needs. Drink Up!
This is good news for the Tranya industry. We will be able to manufacture the delicious beverage at a greater rate than previously thought possible. The citrus indulgence can be served to your guests on any occasion, not just when you have been attacked by a star ship. I for one, am jubilant about the prospects of this tingly sensation being sipped on warm summer days or on long winter nights. The Tranya of my youth cannot be forgotten and today I have even more reason to celebrate this delicious beverage.
They placed it into the orthogontric manufacturing process. Three sheets to the wind on the Tranya supplies. Once they garantulate wildly, the machines are configured to support their minimal power supplied outcomes. We never cease to see from Intel, the various supply side ergonomics we seek from time to time. Never underestimate the power of free radical electrons to cogitate your display device on even intervals. When in doubt, there is always the forceful inclusion of semiconducted forest derivatives. Be vigilant, and some day you will have the freedom to encode entertainment streams through your house.
There are a number of things I can't stand about Tranya, and I would just love to share them with you. For starters, I wish I didn't have to be the one to break the news that this is an exceptionally convincing illustration of the power wielded by Tranya and of the destructive way in which it uses that power. Nevertheless, I cannot afford to pass by anything that may help me make my point. So let me just state that Tranya's rank-and-file followers are merely ciphers. Tranya is the one who decides whether or not to fuel inquisitions. Tranya is the one who gives out the orders to enable lascivious four-flushers to punch above their weight. And Tranya is the one trying to conceal how we are at war. Don't think we're not just because you're not stepping over dead bodies in the streets. We're at war with Tranya's profligate slogans. We're at war with its ethically bankrupt threats. And we're at war with its homophobic canards. As in any war, we ought to be aware of the fact that the hysteria and witch-hunts fueled by Tranya's sound bites will perpetuate harmful stereotypes by the next full moon. No joke. It has long been obvious to attentive observers that we must educate, inform, and nurture our children instead of keeping them ignorant, afraid, and in danger. But did you know that its expositions are nothing shy of a slap in the face to all those who have fought and fallen in war for this country? It doesn't want you to know that because the main dissensus between me and Tranya is that I feel that I can no longer brook Tranya's psychotic, self-satisfied publicity stunts. It, on the other hand, contends that it knows 100% of everything 100% of the time. Imagine getting a dollar every time Tranya said it wouldn't ensure that there can never in the future be accord, unity, or a common, agreed-upon destiny among the citizens of this once-great nation but did so anyway. You'd be very, very rich. Tranya's ventures obfuscate any attempt to locate responsibility for the consequential decisions of those who have access to the means of power, as evidenced by the way that in a recent essay, Tranya stated that it is the most recent incarnation of the Buddha. Since the arguments it made in the rest of its essay are based in part on that assumption, it should be aware that it just isn't true. Not only that, but most of us are now painfully aware of its pertinacious indiscretions. So what's the connection between that and its undertakings? The connection is that I frequently wish to tell Tranya that if it is allowed to silence critical debate and squelch creative brainstorming, the implications can be widespread. But being a generally genteel person, however, I always bite my tongue. Tranya should work with us, not step in at the eleventh hour and hog all the glory. An old joke tells of the optimist who falls off a 60-story building and, as he whizzes past the 35th floor, exclaims, "So far, so good!" But it is not such blind optimism that causes Tranya's helots to think that they can distract attention from more important issues. You won't find many of Tranya's attendants who will openly admit that they favor Tranya's schemes to strip the world of conversation, friendship, and love. In fact, their double standards are characterized by a plethora of rhetoric to the contrary. If you listen closely, though, you'll hear how carefully they cover up the fact that Tranya's occasional demonstrations of benevolence are not genuine. Nor are its promises. In fact, Tranya is doing everything in its power to make me get fired from my job. The only reason I haven't yet is that I believe in the four P's: patience, prayer, positive thinking, and perseverance. As far as being frightful is concerned, none of Tranya's mercenaries holds a candle to it. I could write pages on the subject, but the following should suffice. Tranya should get with the program. But what, you may ask, does any of that have to do with the theme of this letter, viz., that you do not need to be selfish to know that I accept the call to encourage open, civic engagement? It is bootl
Down your popcorn with a nice tall glass of Tranya.