...but they already made some LOTR movies. I think that horror movie guy directed them. I know they're a bit obscure, but they were pretty well received by the critics.
Is it just me, or does advertising prescription drugs tell us that something is horribly wrong in the US?
I mean, these are controlled substances that have to be prescribed by a Doctor. The idea is that the DOCTOR is supposed to know what's right for you, based on years and years of education and practice.
Welcome to the 21st Century, the dawn of a Brave New World.
If by "automatic weapons," you mean the M-16, then yes, they might fire it if need be.
The M-16 no longer uses a full burst. The modern M-16 has a switch that selects either single automatic fire (Which is what it is usually set to, because it is by far the most accurate) or tri-burst, which is a series of three shots.
The M-16 was designed to be something of a poor man's sniper rifle, so if a solider in an airport had to shoot someone from a distance, he could probably do it with striking accuracy.
Of course, this is still not highly likely. Protocol probably states that they use deadly force as a last resort.
You're a smart guy Spara. That's where we're cursed.
See, what most people don't know is that smart people like us, like many on Slashdot, are cursed. Intelligence is a frigging prison.
Why? Because we think ourselves out of the white picket fence. I live in the south where most rednecks are happy working in a factory and knocking up women like it was going out of style. And they love that lifestyle and God bless em for it.
But us? We think too damn much. We think until we push ourselves outside of the Matrix(TM) , and we sit here, eating some snotty goop and thinking "Why?'
So all you dumbasses out there, you know, those that could never fabricate a circuit board, never write a line of Perl, or tell the difference between Everclear and a nice Amarone: Consider yourselves lucky. You live nice, happy, simple lives. Fulfilling lives. You feel good when you die.
Us, the "smart" ones, on the other hand, live like savage refugees. We ask too many damn questions and pay the price for trying to pick the brain of God.
Oh, and before I go too off-topic: In Soviet Russia, Natalie Portman's hot grits outsmart YOU, All your Base are belong to step 3, Bill Gates is the sux0r.
Hey, I've been there, I'm there, I know where you're at, so please, allow me to retort.
First thing you should know is that there is no point to life. Wanna know the difference between Ronald Reagan and the crackhead on 8th avenue? They're both worm food right now.
So, don't worry about crap like "success" that others foist upon you. What is success? It's whatever you say it is, nothing else. The only success is doing what you like until you too become worm food.
Rule two: You're not going to change the world. There's too many people that have figured out how to profit from our wicked ways to let some little smart-ass cocksucker like you change that. If your goal in life is to make a lot of money, figure out how to make the heartless crooks rich and you'll be quite comfortable. Oh, and make lots of connections, because that's where the big money comes from: Connections and pure luck.
You are a unique and beautiful snowflake. Snowflake number #3857493 to be exact.
There are two camps in this world, the camp that says "Shut the fuck up, stop whining, eat your boss's shit on toast, put your nose to the grindstone and work yourself to death, and the camp that says "Be yourself. Let your natural talents grow. Do what you enjoy doing."
Sorry kid. The world sucks. Everyone's out for number one and they don't give a fuck about you unless they get something good in return; no matter if it's your boss, your wife, your parents, or your kids. You're the same way, so you might as well accept it.
And the point of my post? There is none, just like there's no point in life. Life is like an old school video game: There's no real "finish," just see how many points you can rack up until you die. Figure out your own scoring system and rack up them points boy.
In the short story, the password in Johnny's boss's head was ASCII art, a swastika.
Gibson is definitely one of the most prophetic sci-fi writers of our time (The only other two I can think of that match him are Neal Stephenson or possibly Bruce Bethke.) He invented the term "cyberspace" for crying out loud!
There's no such thing as sound-proofing a computer. You can install sound dampening material, but in order to completely stop sounds, you would have to plug all the holes, which means no cooling what-so-ever.
I think there's a lot of water cooling enthusiasts who would disagree.
Oh yeah, it's all about the money baby! That's the only reason we go into journalism, for that big, fat $20,000 salary.
Like the other replier said, newspapers costs a lot of money to print. If it weren't for advertising, we'd either have to charge for it or take it from the University's budget, which would then be taken out of the students' ass.
The reason I'm a journalist is because I want to write. Unless you're a Bob Woodward or a Stephen King, you'll barely make enough to pay the bills in this business.
And where geeks have outsourcing to worry about, we have what the media giants are calling "convergence," where a company like Clear Channel will buy up all the media outlets in an area (TV and radio stations, newspapers, etc.) and then consolidate the reporting staff. This means that a good chunk of reporters are going to be working at McDonalds alongside a lot of other people here (That is, if they're lucky).
So keep that in mind the next time you think it's "all about the money." Like everyone else, we have to deal with the harsh reality of economics.
I'm a journalism student with some layout experience, so I'm fairly sure I know what I'm talking about here.
It's a neat concept, but kind of silly when you think about it. Print is, by nature, a two-dimensional medium. I've seen two solutions already mentioned here, making the crossword much smaller or spreading it across multiple pages.
The way I envision it, a three-dimensional crossword would have to be shrunk down a lot to be able to fit in the usual space a 2d crossword occupies, which just makes it inefficient. Besides, a 3d crossword isn't going to be much different from a 2d crossword after being flattened for print.
If you were to try and span it out over several pages, you would probably piss your editors off, who likely don't want what is usually a small diversion occupying precious ad space.
...but there's not much I can do. I'm a college student who lives in the dorms, my hometown is in the sticks, and I usually work an internship someplace far off during the summer.
Public transportation won't help me get to bumfuck, Tennessee, and even if I could bike that far, I'm basically carrying around my entire life in the car.
Cars are indeed a pain in the ass. In addition to their sheer deadliness and eco-hostility, they require a ridiculous amount of maintenance, at least in my view.
Fuel the tank and air the tires and change the air filter and check the oil level and refill the brake fluid, top off the Watneys Red Barrel, and rotate the tires, etc.
Just really bloody annoying. Hopefully science will discover how to synthesize spice soon so we can just fold space.
What's uncool about blogs? They serve many useful purposes.
1) A sort of "personal journalism" where you can keep those close to you informed of what you're up to. Sure beats repeating the same story to a dozen people.
2) A personal outlet. Sure, you can write in a private journal, but it seems to add so much more when you know that someone else can read it. To me, it beats ranting to a blank page.
3) Many may seem like useless personal crap, but think about this: With databases like Google, we have centralized repositories of human knowledge. Blogs add to this, no matter how insignificant they seem. Imagine, an entire repository of the human condition!
Frankly, I used to think blogs were stupid myself, until I thought about the above. I just signed up for a Blogger account this morning, and am quite enjoying it.
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Amazing how a karma bonus mysteriously vanishes when you criticize a /. editor. Sorry Hemos, but this story is pure crap.
...but they already made some LOTR movies. I think that horror movie guy directed them. I know they're a bit obscure, but they were pretty well received by the critics.
That's why there's things like medical journals and the like. The thought of my doctor learning how to treat me from TV ads is a bit frightening.
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Is it just me, or does advertising prescription drugs tell us that something is horribly wrong in the US?
I mean, these are controlled substances that have to be prescribed by a Doctor. The idea is that the DOCTOR is supposed to know what's right for you, based on years and years of education and practice.
Welcome to the 21st Century, the dawn of a Brave New World.
Don't forget Gannett and Landmark. I've worked for both, coincidentally at very small community papers.
Sounds a lot like Cartman's trapper keeper.
Yeah, I know, but I was doing this thing called "being a smart ass."
Oops, there I go again. lol
Ah, Anal-Bi-Poo TV, isn't that the new pr0n channel?
If by "automatic weapons," you mean the M-16, then yes, they might fire it if need be.
The M-16 no longer uses a full burst. The modern M-16 has a switch that selects either single automatic fire (Which is what it is usually set to, because it is by far the most accurate) or tri-burst, which is a series of three shots.
The M-16 was designed to be something of a poor man's sniper rifle, so if a solider in an airport had to shoot someone from a distance, he could probably do it with striking accuracy.
Of course, this is still not highly likely. Protocol probably states that they use deadly force as a last resort.
As far as I know, the FCC can only regulate the airwaves. Until everything goes wireless, they don't have much internet authority.
I feel sorry for poor fuck@fuck.com.
You're a smart guy Spara. That's where we're cursed.
See, what most people don't know is that smart people like us, like many on Slashdot, are cursed. Intelligence is a frigging prison.
Why? Because we think ourselves out of the white picket fence. I live in the south where most rednecks are happy working in a factory and knocking up women like it was going out of style. And they love that lifestyle and God bless em for it.
But us? We think too damn much. We think until we push ourselves outside of the Matrix(TM) , and we sit here, eating some snotty goop and thinking "Why?'
So all you dumbasses out there, you know, those that could never fabricate a circuit board, never write a line of Perl, or tell the difference between Everclear and a nice Amarone: Consider yourselves lucky. You live nice, happy, simple lives. Fulfilling lives. You feel good when you die.
Us, the "smart" ones, on the other hand, live like savage refugees. We ask too many damn questions and pay the price for trying to pick the brain of God.
Oh, and before I go too off-topic: In Soviet Russia, Natalie Portman's hot grits outsmart YOU, All your Base are belong to step 3, Bill Gates is the sux0r.
First thing you should know is that there is no point to life. Wanna know the difference between Ronald Reagan and the crackhead on 8th avenue? They're both worm food right now.
So, don't worry about crap like "success" that others foist upon you. What is success? It's whatever you say it is, nothing else. The only success is doing what you like until you too become worm food.
Rule two: You're not going to change the world. There's too many people that have figured out how to profit from our wicked ways to let some little smart-ass cocksucker like you change that. If your goal in life is to make a lot of money, figure out how to make the heartless crooks rich and you'll be quite comfortable. Oh, and make lots of connections, because that's where the big money comes from: Connections and pure luck.
You are a unique and beautiful snowflake. Snowflake number #3857493 to be exact.
There are two camps in this world, the camp that says "Shut the fuck up, stop whining, eat your boss's shit on toast, put your nose to the grindstone and work yourself to death, and the camp that says "Be yourself. Let your natural talents grow. Do what you enjoy doing."
Sorry kid. The world sucks. Everyone's out for number one and they don't give a fuck about you unless they get something good in return; no matter if it's your boss, your wife, your parents, or your kids. You're the same way, so you might as well accept it.
And the point of my post? There is none, just like there's no point in life. Life is like an old school video game: There's no real "finish," just see how many points you can rack up until you die. Figure out your own scoring system and rack up them points boy.
Drugs and sex? Sounds like one hell of a fun job! Most employers treat your urine like a second resume.
And as for putting up with screaming, angry people all day, well I already go through that at home. Part of that southern charm.
Gibson is definitely one of the most prophetic sci-fi writers of our time (The only other two I can think of that match him are Neal Stephenson or possibly Bruce Bethke.) He invented the term "cyberspace" for crying out loud!
Patiently waiting for my deck.
And stretch-marks and cellulite! Yum!
No, more like the Matrix "sequels."
I think there's a lot of water cooling enthusiasts who would disagree.
Like the other replier said, newspapers costs a lot of money to print. If it weren't for advertising, we'd either have to charge for it or take it from the University's budget, which would then be taken out of the students' ass.
The reason I'm a journalist is because I want to write. Unless you're a Bob Woodward or a Stephen King, you'll barely make enough to pay the bills in this business.
And where geeks have outsourcing to worry about, we have what the media giants are calling "convergence," where a company like Clear Channel will buy up all the media outlets in an area (TV and radio stations, newspapers, etc.) and then consolidate the reporting staff. This means that a good chunk of reporters are going to be working at McDonalds alongside a lot of other people here (That is, if they're lucky).
So keep that in mind the next time you think it's "all about the money." Like everyone else, we have to deal with the harsh reality of economics.
I'm a journalism student with some layout experience, so I'm fairly sure I know what I'm talking about here.
It's a neat concept, but kind of silly when you think about it. Print is, by nature, a two-dimensional medium. I've seen two solutions already mentioned here, making the crossword much smaller or spreading it across multiple pages.
The way I envision it, a three-dimensional crossword would have to be shrunk down a lot to be able to fit in the usual space a 2d crossword occupies, which just makes it inefficient. Besides, a 3d crossword isn't going to be much different from a 2d crossword after being flattened for print.
If you were to try and span it out over several pages, you would probably piss your editors off, who likely don't want what is usually a small diversion occupying precious ad space.
Well, if you're on Verizon Wireless, you can email yournumber@vtext.com. I'm sure the other providers offer a similar service.
The "mail" command is your friend.
In Soviet Russia, caffeine turns Slashdot coders into YOU!
...but there's not much I can do. I'm a college student who lives in the dorms, my hometown is in the sticks, and I usually work an internship someplace far off during the summer.
Public transportation won't help me get to bumfuck, Tennessee, and even if I could bike that far, I'm basically carrying around my entire life in the car.
Cars are indeed a pain in the ass. In addition to their sheer deadliness and eco-hostility, they require a ridiculous amount of maintenance, at least in my view.
Fuel the tank and air the tires and change the air filter and check the oil level and refill the brake fluid, top off the Watneys Red Barrel, and rotate the tires, etc.
Just really bloody annoying. Hopefully science will discover how to synthesize spice soon so we can just fold space.
What's uncool about blogs? They serve many useful purposes.
1) A sort of "personal journalism" where you can keep those close to you informed of what you're up to. Sure beats repeating the same story to a dozen people.
2) A personal outlet. Sure, you can write in a private journal, but it seems to add so much more when you know that someone else can read it. To me, it beats ranting to a blank page.
3) Many may seem like useless personal crap, but think about this: With databases like Google, we have centralized repositories of human knowledge. Blogs add to this, no matter how insignificant they seem. Imagine, an entire repository of the human condition!
Frankly, I used to think blogs were stupid myself, until I thought about the above. I just signed up for a Blogger account this morning, and am quite enjoying it.