I've read several stories about this incident. None of them mentioning him leaving the theatre to retrieve his gun.
All mention him stepping out to find a manager and returning without one.
But no one has said he left the cinema to go to his car.
To this day it's hard to beat M*U*L*E* or Elite on the C=64 I loved my time on Evercrack and WoW, and now playing DDO But you catch the Wumpus and you got/strut'in rights Don't know if it's nostalgia or if in fact those early games were trope / cliche free
I didn't play it. Pretty sure I don't know anyone who played it. In fact I don't believe anyone I know was even tempted to play it.
The reason I said these things is Mr. Garriott seems to have a lot of grandiose ideas, but is incapable of implimenting them himself. Has he coded anything himself since Ultima 2 or 3?
Anyway, he comes up with ideas, gets others to pay him for them, and when these ideas don't actually work. It's everyones fault but his own.
After all, he's the idea guy. It's not his fault, you couldn't make it happen. Or that you didn't understand. That you didn't *get it*
It was a great idea.
The failure is yours.
So of course, someone, somewhere, owes Mr. Garriott a great deal of money.
And he should get it.
But seriously, what with the way that skilled people can manipulate data, others assuming identities, the semi-secure networks.
We're just not there yet, where you can have 100 percent certainty your communicating who you think you are, or that a post was made by who they claim to be.
The cost of doing an audit trail has to be pretty expensive, and even then... you can't be sure.
CSI and NCIS aside someone with malevolent intent pretty much has free reign to a point against regular folks.
Whereas corporations and governments budget the expense of tracking and litigating.
Until we all have inserted chips to enable us to logon or some kind of biometric verification.
I can call Bob a poopoo head and Bob has to live with the possibility that someone will believe that he is a poopoo head.
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I've read several stories about this incident. None of them mentioning him leaving the theatre to retrieve his gun. All mention him stepping out to find a manager and returning without one. But no one has said he left the cinema to go to his car.
At which point they promptly execute you
But only if you're legally retarded
You have to have the deranged pink horse sleep on your warts to get rid of them
And deranged pink horses are extremely Flatulent
me wish he'd go back to making commercials with Seinfeld
The multiverse is still paying for that
my bowel movements were disturbing
It's not like those monkeys will work for bananas
Plus there's the initial investment
Not to mention the flying fecal matter
They pinky swore that's like totally, totally binding you get warts if you break a pinky swear
as I stated my age above, no need to repeat.
My one bitch
You should get 30 decades to be in your 30's
I've had (been awhile) 18, 21 etc, etc, etc year old *tang*
They were all very fine, beautiful, as only youth can bestow
But to me anyway when they reached their 30's they stopped being girls and became women
I guess my point is everyone matures at a different speed.
Enjoy your 30's buddy
You ain't ever gonna get that back
bah humbug g'me an event horizon to bewonderlment at
i wub you *wink*
So many ways to respond to this
So little time to waste on it
I'm (just barely) on the wrong side of 50 (how the fuck did that happen)
I'm blessed in that women in their 30's ....
Well even when I was in my teens I was into women in their 30's
although these days 40'ish and 50'ish women are fascinating
but I digress
Apparently you drug women to get them to spend any kind of time with you
but I use it for leering at much younger women
(sometimes I even flirt)
Still end up with a bent nose sometimes tho
and every once and awhile I get that moment where you yell *Wee-Haa There's a naked woman in my bed*
... up hill both ways
To this day it's hard to beat M*U*L*E* or Elite on the C=64 /strut'in rights
I loved my time on Evercrack and WoW, and now playing DDO
But you catch the Wumpus and you got
Don't know if it's nostalgia or if in fact those early games were trope / cliche free
but they shore were fun
Cthulhu is rising and we're all gonna die
Da do run run run
Da do run run
Nyarlathotep is piping as my brain starts to fry
Da do run run run do
begins another migration
With his money he can buy the rights to *C'mon Tube Sock Hit Me!*
they didn't do this in Australia
the RIAA on the Iranian government.
Problem solved.
It'll be intersting to see who points fingers at whom.
on another note, this is sad. Would have liked to have seen what took 12 years to not finish.
The reason I said these things is Mr. Garriott seems to have a lot of grandiose ideas, but is incapable of implimenting them himself. Has he coded anything himself since Ultima 2 or 3?
Anyway, he comes up with ideas, gets others to pay him for them, and when these ideas don't actually work. It's everyones fault but his own.
After all, he's the idea guy. It's not his fault, you couldn't make it happen. Or that you didn't understand. That you didn't *get it*
It was a great idea.
The failure is yours.
So of course, someone, somewhere, owes Mr. Garriott a great deal of money.
And he should get it.
He can use it to buy himself a sense of shame.
This is the Azathoth I was thinking of.
doth Azathoth reenter the baryonic matter universe
But seriously, what with the way that skilled people can manipulate data, others assuming identities, the semi-secure networks.
We're just not there yet, where you can have 100 percent certainty your communicating who you think you are, or that a post was made by who they claim to be.
The cost of doing an audit trail has to be pretty expensive, and even then... you can't be sure.
CSI and NCIS aside someone with malevolent intent pretty much has free reign to a point against regular folks.
Whereas corporations and governments budget the expense of tracking and litigating.
Until we all have inserted chips to enable us to logon or some kind of biometric verification.
I can call Bob a poopoo head and Bob has to live with the possibility that someone will believe that he is a poopoo head.
Only now it takes more skill to succeed