Because as hardware continues to become more powerful, one day you'll have a multi-user server and workstation, with database, compiler suite, web server, application server, all the bells and whistles, in your pocket. That's why. And if the hardware's already powerful enough to run the kernel without breaking into a sweat, what's the point in developing your own proprietary, cut-down offering?
In other words, they (the apathetic sheep) have a reasonable and correct worldview whereas you are kind of cute but sad, like a little mouse that says it will protect its parent mice from the evil cat.
Thanks! I'm officially cute now:-) Don't worry, though, my last glimmers of idealism and hope have almost been beaten out of me and I can just about claim to be a proper adult:-) Next I'll be voting Tory.
Yes, they are, however in the UK, we as a nation are so insular and xenophobic, the turn-out at the elections for MEPs is routinely below 20%. I think it was about 13% last time IIRC. It's pathetic. People think that because it's "Europe" it doesn't affect them. At least my radical vote counts more because there are fewer total votes:-)
So if someone rips off my LGPL'd code, I can march into their property, breaking down the door, and walk off with all their kit:-) w00t! I feel a BIG beowulf cluster coming on:-)
HP sure may have given up true innovation years ago, such as servers, processors and operating systems, but it's reassuring to know that they can churn out cheap marketing tricks like this to please the Great Unwashed. Well done HP.
Tyler makes me think "heavy," "slow" and, forgive me, "stupid."
Quite. Just look at her father. I'm surprised she isn't more ugly. And another thing: isn't he just Mick Jagger with an American accent? Like Janet Jackson is just Michael dressed up as a girl?
I mean, ok, so the cars geared for women, and we know they can't do their own maintence, but what if they have an ounce of common sense and realize theres no reason to pay dealer prices?
You're not married, are you? Those types of women all have girlfriends:-(
but is a concept aimed at the type of women who would never open the hood anyway.
Yes, and not only that, when it needs servicing it calls the garage and you are called back and invited in by a nice hunky Scandanavian mechanic.
More importantly, the seat upholstry in modular and can be swapped easily to match your outfit.
The water filler for the screen wash is located right next to the petrol (gas) tank filler. Can you imagine the calls to the husband, "I've just put petrol and water in the car." *sob* "It smells of petrol when it rains and the engine is very spluttery...."
The infamous "Neutron bomb" is just a small boosted plutonium fission nuke, overboosted with excess T+D mix and without a reflector shield, so that excess of neutrons is produced and allowed to escape)
So that's how it's done! I always wondered. Now, I'm off to refuel my flying-saucer.
The real answers can be found here. David Icke knows the TRUTH. It's the lizards from outer space. And the British Royal Family. And the Freemasons. And the Devil Worshippers. And he doesn't take his pills.
You've got to wonder if they're spending all the revenue from the TV licences trying to enforce the policy.
Quite. I also wonder how much of it finds its way into the hands of the record companies i.e. via the Radio 1 playlist. That's right kids, we pay the record companies through this regressive (and virtually mandatory) tax to advertise thier shoddy wares (techno handbag disco music e.g. Kylie, Saints Alive, Pope Idle) at us.
Unfortunately, in 2002, I had to get a TV (after over 6 years without) because NTHell broadband required one to operate the set top box through which it was provided. So I borrowed a TV and bought a license, paid for by direct debit.....
The thing is, I can't see why they are so fastidious in following it up. One of my friends pointed out that I could probably keep a car untaxed (although not now) and uninsured and never be questioned at all by anyone.
In cases where you do not own a Television Tuner, you are usually invited to sign a document saying that you do not, otherwise the TV Licensing authority will assume you are dodging paying your TV License fee and fine you accordingly. (This agreement also has the clause, like the license, that you must inform them when you move)
You sign the damned form and send it to them. A fortnight later you get a letter saying "thankyou for informing us that you do not need a TV license now sign the form to declare it formallly." It's the same damned form. You send it away.
A week later a nice lady from TV Licensing phones you and announces that you've sent a form saying you don't need a TV license. She asks you why. You tell her. She asks "are you sure?". You assure her. She asks whether you'd mind signing a form. She'll send you one in the post.
So you get the same form again, in the post, inviting you to sign.
You phone them to explain. They say "just fill it in and sign it anayway." You protest but reluctantly agree.
A month later a man from TV licensing knocks on your door when you're in the middle of cooking your dinner.
He says, "You don't have a TV license!" And grins.
"That's right," you reply cheerfully, "I don't have a TV set!"
"Really?" He says, "why's that?"
"Because there's nothing on it I wan't to watch and I'd rather spend the 100-odd pound license fee on bits for my computer.
He agrees, muttering about the lack of quality TV content and leaves.
So you move house. A week later they put up a billboard poster across the road saying "3 adresses in don't have TV licenses."
No, this is not Soviet Russia or 1984. This is late 1990/early 2000's England, UK etc.
Now tell me we're not going to hell in a hand basket.
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Eventually, with a bit of help, he scored. Now he comes to work bright eyed and refreshed.
Because as hardware continues to become more powerful, one day you'll have a multi-user server and workstation, with database, compiler suite, web server, application server, all the bells and whistles, in your pocket. That's why. And if the hardware's already powerful enough to run the kernel without breaking into a sweat, what's the point in developing your own proprietary, cut-down offering?
Thanks! I'm officially cute now :-) Don't worry, though, my last glimmers of idealism and hope have almost been beaten out of me and I can just about claim to be a proper adult :-) Next I'll be voting Tory.
Yes, they are, however in the UK, we as a nation are so insular and xenophobic, the turn-out at the elections for MEPs is routinely below 20%. I think it was about 13% last time IIRC. It's pathetic. People think that because it's "Europe" it doesn't affect them. At least my radical vote counts more because there are fewer total votes :-)
So if someone rips off my LGPL'd code, I can march into their property, breaking down the door, and walk off with all their kit :-) w00t! I feel a BIG beowulf cluster coming on :-)
...10k RPM UltraSCSI drive really does burn you. Ouch.
HP sure may have given up true innovation years ago, such as servers, processors and operating systems, but it's reassuring to know that they can churn out cheap marketing tricks like this to please the Great Unwashed. Well done HP.
What about boot polish and cocoa powder?
*cough* *splutter*
Noddy Holder goes to a tailors to buy a new suit. The tailor says, "Good day sir, what can we do for you?"
"I'd like a new suit please."
"Very good sir, we have something here that might be to your liking. How about these nice purple velvet flares?"
"Super, says Holder.
"And sir, how about a nice purple velvet jacket, with flares lapels to match?"
"Excellent."
"Now, here I have a nice frilly, lacey white shirt. What does sir think of that?"
"Just what I'm looking for."
"Kipper tie, sir?"
"Oh, thanks mate, milk and two sugars please."
Quite. Just look at her father. I'm surprised she isn't more ugly. And another thing: isn't he just Mick Jagger with an American accent? Like Janet Jackson is just Michael dressed up as a girl?
Take Bibles and spread the Good News?
Phone husband, cry, proclaim the End of the World.
You're not married, are you? Those types of women all have girlfriends :-(
Yes, and not only that, when it needs servicing it calls the garage and you are called back and invited in by a nice hunky Scandanavian mechanic.
More importantly, the seat upholstry in modular and can be swapped easily to match your outfit.
The water filler for the screen wash is located right next to the petrol (gas) tank filler. Can you imagine the calls to the husband, "I've just put petrol and water in the car." *sob* "It smells of petrol when it rains and the engine is very spluttery...."
So that's how it's done! I always wondered. Now, I'm off to refuel my flying-saucer.
Snap! So was that.
When I was a student, I had garlic 8 days in a row. I smelled. Years later, I gave up garlic and then met my wife.
No, they run on plutonium, not highly-boiled cabbage and Chicken Tonight(TM).
The real answers can be found here. David Icke knows the TRUTH. It's the lizards from outer space. And the British Royal Family. And the Freemasons. And the Devil Worshippers. And he doesn't take his pills.
Because surely it must have shot them all off by now.
Quite. I also wonder how much of it finds its way into the hands of the record companies i.e. via the Radio 1 playlist. That's right kids, we pay the record companies through this regressive (and virtually mandatory) tax to advertise thier shoddy wares (techno handbag disco music e.g. Kylie, Saints Alive, Pope Idle) at us.
Is there something fundamentally wrong here?
Unfortunately, in 2002, I had to get a TV (after over 6 years without) because NTHell broadband required one to operate the set top box through which it was provided. So I borrowed a TV and bought a license, paid for by direct debit.....
The thing is, I can't see why they are so fastidious in following it up. One of my friends pointed out that I could probably keep a car untaxed (although not now) and uninsured and never be questioned at all by anyone.
You sign the damned form and send it to them. A fortnight later you get a letter saying "thankyou for informing us that you do not need a TV license now sign the form to declare it formallly." It's the same damned form. You send it away.
A week later a nice lady from TV Licensing phones you and announces that you've sent a form saying you don't need a TV license. She asks you why. You tell her. She asks "are you sure?". You assure her. She asks whether you'd mind signing a form. She'll send you one in the post.
So you get the same form again, in the post, inviting you to sign.
You phone them to explain. They say "just fill it in and sign it anayway." You protest but reluctantly agree.
A month later a man from TV licensing knocks on your door when you're in the middle of cooking your dinner.
He says, "You don't have a TV license!" And grins.
"That's right," you reply cheerfully, "I don't have a TV set!"
"Really?" He says, "why's that?"
"Because there's nothing on it I wan't to watch and I'd rather spend the 100-odd pound license fee on bits for my computer.
He agrees, muttering about the lack of quality TV content and leaves.
So you move house. A week later they put up a billboard poster across the road saying "3 adresses in don't have TV licenses."
No, this is not Soviet Russia or 1984. This is late 1990/early 2000's England, UK etc.
Now tell me we're not going to hell in a hand basket.