GOVERNOR: Holy underware! Sheriff murdered! Innocent women and children blown to bits! We've got to protect our phony baloney jobs, gentlemen. We must do something about this, immediately, immediately, immediately!
of the machine.
As I type this on one of the finest computers I've ever owned (Ti), using one of the most beautiful operating systems I've ever used (though it's still a bit slow), I do feel like I'm benefiting from the result of one man's dream. I have a minor (biz) partner in my company who, on a daily basis, rails about the 'dictator' Jobs and how he 'forces' his descisions on us (ex. the forced march to OS X), while I just see Jobs' iron hand/will as an excellent (Cringley) example of a vision brought to life, and by God I love to type and program on it. Could be that charismatically/founder/vision lead companies are ultimately doomed. How well will Gates pass the torch to the Monkey? Will Jobs passion pass on? Who cares, let's benefit now and enjoy the fruit.
I've still got the dos installation disks. I could never bear to throw them out. (Even today when I'm on a Mac!)
That thing, in the the day of DOS was the most advanced information manager I've ever used. It would mine information out of the context of your notes and relentlessly track details like a bad luck bookie. Nothing I've used since has come close to the pure elegance of Agenda. Oh, to have it back! And on a Mac!
Anyone got a small paper bag for me to breathe into?
deficits in communication and social interaction, preoccupation with fantasy, language impairment, and abnormal behavior, such as repetitive acts and excessive attachment to certain objects. It is usually associated with intellectual impairment.
deficits in communication and social interaction, -- Silicon Valley
preoccupation with fantasy -- Hollywood language impairment, and abnormal behavior -- LA
repetitive acts and excessive attachment to certain objects -- Hollywood again! (movie sequels)
It is usually associated with intellectual impairment. -- Sacramento (the gov.)
They've only described the whole bing-bong state!! gimme a break. Someone has too much time on their hands... (um - besides me, of course)
Absolute freedom for everyone is impossible as the absolute freedom of one will be incompatible with the freedom of others. What is achievable is the highest degree of freedom which is compatible with the freedom of others.
in our case it's not just freedom of others, substitute the word 'survival'. It's a deadly balancing act.
There was a young Russian named Kramnick Who at chess was just real frickin' slick, He came back in a blitz But could only tie Fritz he exclaimed "just a tie, and my wallet's so thick!"
He was all about evangelizing the platform. His columns always had a amateurish, strange, almost irrational quality (he wrote for many Mac publications as iBrotha). It's hard to tell from the article - but it appears he was associated with the production (or at least inspired it). I always thought he was a little macadamia nuts. You've done your damage, Rodney, rest in peace.
I hesitated and nearly turned around - but, I decided - I had to know. In the end, I, gave in to my curiosity. So I looked around to see if she had come back from from the Platters concert. She'd gone with a scuzzy looking friend who'd twisted her arm to get her to go - to 'decompress' he said. I think the guy has a one track mind, after all, she was really stacked. Slowly I opened the cover and read the words... "Dear Journal..." it went on..."I've been seeking and not finding. I've got to get my head on straight and fly right... No more fragmented block-head behavior... Life goes so smoothly when I remember where I put things... No more crashing and burning on weekends... take writing class..."
My suspicions were for naught. Her mind was on work - not him. Guess I won't have to give him the boot. The magnetic attraction I thought was there was a bad read on my part... I closed the book and walked away - humming a little tune.
I've lived in Birmingham for years (orig from Tampa) and I can tell you first hand - there are all kinds of advantages to living here.
For example; It's easier to be considered 'smart' for one... hum... and it's easier to understand people here 'cause they speak slower - so there!
Slashdot Mirror
GOVERNOR: Holy underware! Sheriff murdered! Innocent women and children blown to bits! We've got to protect our phony baloney jobs, gentlemen. We must do something about this, immediately, immediately, immediately!
ALL: Harrumph! Harrumph! Harrumph! Harrumph! Harrumph!
GOVERNOR: I didn't get a 'harrumph' out of that guy!
HEDLEY LAMARR: Give the governor harrumph!
REPORTER: Harrumph!
GOVERNOR: You watch your ass.
gamblers with a hot tip. The stock market seems like a big casino populated by Larson cows.
of the machine. As I type this on one of the finest computers I've ever owned (Ti), using one of the most beautiful operating systems I've ever used (though it's still a bit slow), I do feel like I'm benefiting from the result of one man's dream. I have a minor (biz) partner in my company who, on a daily basis, rails about the 'dictator' Jobs and how he 'forces' his descisions on us (ex. the forced march to OS X), while I just see Jobs' iron hand/will as an excellent (Cringley) example of a vision brought to life, and by God I love to type and program on it. Could be that charismatically /founder/vision lead companies are ultimately doomed. How well will Gates pass the torch to the Monkey? Will Jobs passion pass on? Who cares, let's benefit now and enjoy the fruit.
is it half empty, or half full?
gettin' asteriods, thinning on top, got a bulge in the middle...
I've still got the dos installation disks. I could never bear to throw them out. (Even today when I'm on a Mac!)
That thing, in the the day of DOS was the most advanced information manager I've ever used. It would mine information out of the context of your notes and relentlessly track details like a bad luck bookie. Nothing I've used since has come close to the pure elegance of Agenda.
Oh, to have it back! And on a Mac!
Anyone got a small paper bag for me to breathe into?
deficits in communication and social interaction, preoccupation with fantasy, language impairment, and abnormal behavior, such as repetitive acts and excessive attachment to certain objects. It is usually associated with intellectual impairment.
deficits in communication and social interaction, -- Silicon Valley
preoccupation with fantasy -- Hollywood
language impairment, and abnormal behavior -- LA
repetitive acts and excessive attachment to certain objects -- Hollywood again! (movie sequels)
It is usually associated with intellectual impairment. -- Sacramento (the gov.)
They've only described the whole bing-bong state!! gimme a break. Someone has too much time on their hands... (um - besides me, of course)
Absolute freedom for everyone is impossible as the absolute freedom of one will be incompatible with the freedom of others. What is achievable is the highest degree of freedom which is compatible with the freedom of others.
in our case it's not just freedom of others, substitute the word 'survival'. It's a deadly balancing act.
which may be the oz view of freedom?
There was a young Russian named Kramnick
Who at chess was just real frickin' slick,
He came back in a blitz
But could only tie Fritz
he exclaimed "just a tie, and my wallet's so thick!"
(sorry)
Yep, now the Weebles can get around.
we seem to have an archetype.
He was all about evangelizing the platform. His columns always had a amateurish, strange, almost irrational quality (he wrote for many Mac publications as iBrotha). It's hard to tell from the article - but it appears he was associated with the production (or at least inspired it).
I always thought he was a little macadamia nuts. You've done your damage, Rodney, rest in peace.
...but I had to know.
..."I've been seeking and not finding. I've got to get my head on straight and fly right... No more fragmented block-head behavior... Life goes so smoothly when I remember where I put things... No more crashing and burning on weekends ... take writing class..."
I hesitated and nearly turned around - but, I decided - I had to know. In the end, I, gave in to my curiosity. So I looked around to see if she had come back from from the Platters concert. She'd gone with a scuzzy looking friend who'd twisted her arm to get her to go - to 'decompress' he said. I think the guy has a one track mind, after all, she was really stacked. Slowly I opened the cover and read the words... "Dear Journal..." it went on
My suspicions were for naught. Her mind was on work - not him. Guess I won't have to give him the boot. The magnetic attraction I thought was there was a bad read on my part... I closed the book and walked away - humming a little tune.
The coffee was instant.
The girl had a boob job.
And that's not her real hair color
"To Be or not to Be... um - that's Shakespeare - right?"
...so he can be haughty.
The only way this could be good would be if enough of them would crash and burn that we could evolve into a race of decent drivers.
Huh! a Darwin Helix-Copter!
while 3d flight is neat,
most people barely learn to master,
'shampoo - wash - repeat'
sorry...
in our old folks homes get a loada the way we can press that call button!
...to pretend the other people aren't there.
(Like we do in elevators now)
That's not funny!
I've lived in Birmingham for years (orig from Tampa) and I can tell you first hand - there are all kinds of advantages to living here.
For example; It's easier to be considered 'smart' for one...
hum... and it's easier to understand people here 'cause they speak slower - so there!
to introduce you to her.
Maybe take her to a movie and dinner....
The Devil gets ethernet. (you know he'll be on AOL)