were cheesed? Except for the Virginia Hams who had exceptionally salty language for the power companies. The country Hams were milder in their criticism and the baked Hams didn't even notice.
These are the voyages of the browser Explorer, It's mission; to explore strange new exploits and seek out new viruses and hacker civilizations, to boldly expose data not exposed before!! *cue music*
I picture Gates in a cape and tights running endlessly from group to group giving 'genius' guidance to move things along. He finishes and leaves and the people gather and shake their heads.
Hello iMac, my old friend I've come to talk with you again Because a vision softly creeping Left its seeds while I was sleeping My PC, noisy fans ring in my brain And still remain Outside the sound of silence
In restless dreams I walked alone And tried to hear who's on the phone Despite the frequencies of heat exhaust I closed my door to try to mute and damp When my ears were stabbed by the sound of a bearing fail there lies the tale... the fan was seized, and silent.
a sterile Earth... imagine the consequences. She'll be hanging out in bars, picking up strange planets... spending her time being pummeled by asteroids. Not a care in the world!
Soon, we'll take a child at birth, having mapped out all the genes. Run a test and if they're musical, or might be the next James Dean, make a clone just for our safety's sake. Record every move and sound they make, and never - ever miss a thing again.
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I own a retail store, and you sir, are a shit.
were cheesed? Except for the Virginia Hams who had exceptionally salty language for the power companies. The country Hams were milder in their criticism and the baked Hams didn't even notice.
Amen, Brother!
Popular with th' ladies are we?
Who knows? Years ago - my first job out of the Navy was for StarNet - Ford's long distance company. I ran the DMS switch.
prolly feels like it's in a little casket...
Huh! Now there's a mod - a tiny little casket for a dead iPod. We could sell 'em by the dozens for proper iPod burial.
mmmmmm... apple kool aid.
who can't spell 'pity'.
It's a stretch, but I think 'pitty' means - 'like or similar to, under an armpit'.
-not from the wonderful, built-in Oxford Dictionary on my Mac.
Wow. It really got to you losing that election.
Swift Boat bastards...
as they circle the drain.
Drainwagons!! Ho!
These are the voyages of the browser Explorer, It's mission; to explore strange new exploits and seek out new viruses and hacker civilizations, to boldly expose data not exposed before!!
*cue music*
...Apple's worried about the Safari's open sores...
Why, open sores can get infected and Safari could die And open sores are unsightly and...
what?
We're not talking about open sores? Oh, Open Source.
I see.
nevermind.
Your answer reminds me of Princess Bride:
Inigo Montoya: You keep using that word. I do not think it means what you think it means.
The patch is for 10.3.9.
The fixes are already incorporated in Tiger.
use logic and reasoning.
Burst our bubbles why don't ya..
Damn Vulcan.
In the ether,
before it can exist,
leaves a 'feature',
no one will ever miss.
More and more it looks right.
I picture Gates in a cape and tights running endlessly from group to group giving 'genius' guidance to move things along. He finishes and leaves and the people gather and shake their heads.
until someone empties the Trash.
Now I can sleep.
It turned out just a wee bit better than the 'war' declared by Creative on Apple.
(apologies in advance)
Hello iMac, my old friend
I've come to talk with you again
Because a vision softly creeping
Left its seeds while I was sleeping
My PC, noisy fans ring in my brain
And still remain
Outside the sound of silence
In restless dreams I walked alone
And tried to hear who's on the phone
Despite the frequencies of heat exhaust
I closed my door to try to mute and damp
When my ears were stabbed by the sound of a bearing fail
there lies the tale...
the fan was seized, and silent.
--- shut-up! I'll stop! I'll stop!
a sterile Earth... imagine the consequences. She'll be hanging out in bars, picking up strange planets... spending her time being pummeled by asteroids. Not a care in the world!
opening his fridge for a snack.
How about a new category: 'Idiot Slashvant'. That would be someone who is completely focused on Slashdot and is really really good at moderating...
Soon, we'll take a child at birth,
having mapped out all the genes.
Run a test and if they're musical,
or might be the next James Dean,
make a clone just for our safety's sake.
Record every move and sound they make,
and never - ever miss a thing again.