It may come as a surprise, but I, of course, know full well why the offset exists, and why the team would want to follow one 'time' over another. I don't have that kind of fun...I think it would be great entertainment to have that requirement as part of my daily job.
The comment is what is known as a 'joke'...an attempt to make light of the original lead-in one wonders.
I'm sure that somewhere, someone needs to have the story explained to them, but I'm not in that group, thankfully.
I now wonder if some people have been a bit too busy, what with being in two places at once, etc., to be able to still laugh at themselves:)
We don't want to sound like some annoying old relative, but these critics missed the rather elementary fact that different people care about different things. For every buyer of an MP3 player who cares about capacity, there's another one who cares about size. Or style. Or both......
And for plenty of music fans there's no real difference between 1,000 songs and 3,750 -- they're both "enough."
As one Slashdotter who saw the light wrote, some people "can't justify $299 just for space, but might justify $249 for style.""
High road? There is no high road any longer, thanks to MS.
MS dug that up with a road grader, tossed out land mines and put up big yellow barricades, years ago...everyone saw it happen. How'd you miss that one?
And if the artist and friends buy and buy and buy at the beginning, they can create a false landrush that may influence others to jump in early. "Look at this! This thing is selling like crazy! Better get in now!"
Not a good idea, me thinks...no different than time shares and generic brandingiron futures.
While we're listing real's faults, let us not forget the neverending updates....week after week, they rolled thru like waves on the beach.
This endless delivery could only mean they were tapping into our systems, and selling everything in sight to anyone in sight.
Now we're supposed to open the door again? Friendly faces and promises to behave? Either they've run out of things to steal and sell, or they're no better now than they were then.
Real...listen up. This time it is our turn to ignore you. Go away.
A customer enters a pet shop. Customer: 'Ello, I wish to register a complaint. (The owner does not respond.) C: 'Ello, Miss? Owner: What do you mean "miss"? C: I'm sorry, I have a cold. I wish to make a complaint! O: We're closin' for lunch. C: Never mind that, my lad. I wish to complain about this Beagle what I purchased not half an hour ago from this very boutique. O: Oh yes, the, uh, the British Brown...What's,uh...What's wrong with it? C: I'll tell you what's wrong with it, my lad. 'E's dead, that's what's wrong with it! O: No, no, 'e's uh,...he's resting. C: Look, matey, I know a dead Beagle when I see one, and I'm looking at one right now. O: No no he's not dead, he's, he's restin'! Remarkable craft, the British Brown, idn'it, ay? Beautiful airbags! C: The airbags don't enter into it. It's stone dead. O: Nononono, no, no! 'E's resting! C: All right then, if he's restin', I'll wake him up! (shouting at the device) 'Ello, Mister Polly Beagle! I've got a lovely fresh cuttle fish for you if you show...(owner hits the antenna) O: There, he moved! C: No, he didn't, that was you hitting the antenna! O: I never!! C: Yes, you did! O: I never, never did anything... C: (yelling and hitting the cage repeatedly) 'ELLO POLLY!!!!!
Testing! Testing! Testing! Testing! This is your nine o'clock alarm call!
(Takes Beagle out of the cage and thumps its head on the counter. Throws it up in the air and watches it plummet to the floor.) C: Now that's what I call a dead Beagle. O: No, no.....No, 'e's stunned! C: STUNNED?!? O: British Browns stun easily, major.
C: Um...now look...now look, mate, I've definitely 'ad enough of this. That Beagle is definitely deceased, and when I purchased it not 'alf an hour ago, you assured me that its total lack of movement was due to it bein' tired and shagged out following a prolonged orbit. O: Well, he's...he's, ah...probably pining for the fjords. C: PININ' for the FJORDS?!?!?!? What kind of talk is that?, look, why did he fall flat on his back the moment I got 'im home?
The story goes that the person doing the project contacted Apple and they blew him off at first. He eventually purchased from the online Apple Store.
I'm sure there was room for greasing each other's palms, but I think the price was so low to begin with that there was little point it argueing over a few hundred thousand, what with the deadline they were facing.
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DLP....check it out...it does look pretty up close. I work in the lab :)
And the money in that pocket came from which job salary?
You actually felt obligated to explain this? ...ouch. :)
The comment is what is known as a 'joke'...an attempt to make light of the original lead-in one wonders.
I'm sure that somewhere, someone needs to have the story explained to them, but I'm not in that group, thankfully.
I now wonder if some people have been a bit too busy, what with being in two places at once, etc., to be able to still laugh at themselves :)
Your tax $$ at work.
Two wonder why these literal rocket scientists need to know what time it is here anyhow...
Three wonder why these literal rocket scientists don't just have really big clocks on the wall, like at the airport...
And four of us want to know why they can't just hire a booth babe to walk around and tell them what time it is... :)
"While several have argued concerns about the price, one Wall Street Journal Column (Paid) offers an alternative perspective:
We don't want to sound like some annoying old relative, but these critics missed the rather elementary fact that different people care about different things. For every buyer of an MP3 player who cares about capacity, there's another one who cares about size. Or style. Or both. .....
And for plenty of music fans there's no real difference between 1,000 songs and 3,750 -- they're both "enough."
As one Slashdotter who saw the light wrote, some people "can't justify $299 just for space, but might justify $249 for style.""
High road? There is no high road any longer, thanks to MS.
MS dug that up with a road grader, tossed out land mines and put up big yellow barricades, years ago...everyone saw it happen. How'd you miss that one?
Studies have shown that IDP occurs in only two dimensions, and is reliably influenced by other periodicals within a distance approaching three meters.
Researchers where able, as an example, to block the IDP of a Sears Craftsman Tool Catalog with the July 1999 issue of Playboy Magazine.
In turn, an unabridged copy of War/Peace required two copies of Lady Chatterley's Lover before the IDP succumbed.
But if IPV6 is 'untested', as he says, how can he be so sure it won't float?
Let it be tested and then we'll know.
And if the artist and friends buy and buy and buy at the beginning, they can create a false landrush that may influence others to jump in early. "Look at this! This thing is selling like crazy! Better get in now!"
Not a good idea, me thinks...no different than time shares and generic brandingiron futures.
they held what SCO described as "low level talks"
Also known as 'sniffing each other's butts', these talks were brief and little was discussed in terms of who get the top bunk.
To my knowledge, nobody has built a functioning Crushinator yet.
I'm just taking a real wild guess here. You're not married, are you....
old w/b... It's not streaming. The file is read, and then decoding is done, on the client end.
Streaming? Maybe, maybe not.
I can run a DVD on my G4, that is mounted and shared on my iBook, over Airport, with no problems.
While we're listing real's faults, let us not forget the neverending updates....week after week, they rolled thru like waves on the beach.
This endless delivery could only mean they were tapping into our systems, and selling everything in sight to anyone in sight.
Now we're supposed to open the door again? Friendly faces and promises to behave? Either they've run out of things to steal and sell, or they're no better now than they were then.
Real...listen up. This time it is our turn to ignore you. Go away.
Not possible, sorry. This one was written on the spot. Similar, maybe, but reposted, no way.
Yep, too bad you didn't think of it first :) Better luck next time.
A customer enters a pet shop.
Customer: 'Ello, I wish to register a complaint.
(The owner does not respond.)
C: 'Ello, Miss?
Owner: What do you mean "miss"?
C: I'm sorry, I have a cold. I wish to make a complaint!
O: We're closin' for lunch.
C: Never mind that, my lad. I wish to complain about this Beagle what I purchased not half an hour ago from this very boutique.
O: Oh yes, the, uh, the British Brown...What's,uh...What's wrong with it?
C: I'll tell you what's wrong with it, my lad. 'E's dead, that's what's wrong with it!
O: No, no, 'e's uh,...he's resting.
C: Look, matey, I know a dead Beagle when I see one, and I'm looking at one right now.
O: No no he's not dead, he's, he's restin'! Remarkable craft, the British Brown, idn'it, ay? Beautiful airbags!
C: The airbags don't enter into it. It's stone dead.
O: Nononono, no, no! 'E's resting!
C: All right then, if he's restin', I'll wake him up!
(shouting at the device)
'Ello, Mister Polly Beagle! I've got a lovely fresh cuttle fish for you if you show...(owner hits the antenna)
O: There, he moved!
C: No, he didn't, that was you hitting the antenna!
O: I never!!
C: Yes, you did!
O: I never, never did anything...
C: (yelling and hitting the cage repeatedly) 'ELLO POLLY!!!!!
Testing! Testing! Testing! Testing! This is your nine o'clock alarm call!
(Takes Beagle out of the cage and thumps its head on the counter. Throws it up in the air and watches it plummet to the floor.)
C: Now that's what I call a dead Beagle.
O: No, no.....No, 'e's stunned!
C: STUNNED?!?
O: British Browns stun easily, major.
C: Um...now look...now look, mate, I've definitely 'ad enough of this. That Beagle is definitely deceased, and when I purchased it not 'alf an hour ago, you assured me that its total lack of movement was due to it bein' tired and shagged out following a prolonged orbit.
O: Well, he's...he's, ah...probably pining for the fjords.
C: PININ' for the FJORDS?!?!?!? What kind of talk is that?, look, why did he fall flat on his back the moment I got 'im home?
The story goes that the person doing the project contacted Apple and they blew him off at first. He eventually purchased from the online Apple Store.
I'm sure there was room for greasing each other's palms, but I think the price was so low to begin with that there was little point it argueing over a few hundred thousand, what with the deadline they were facing.
Not over there any longer. Up in the NW, and right now the weather sucks :)
bitch, bitch bitch...
First you bitch about the baby, then you bitch because we're not married...sheesh!
...part of the joke.
Golfer #2 to golfer #1... "How long you been wearing those???"
Golfer #1..."Ever since my wife found them in the glove box of my Mercedes..."
its matter is transformed into a spherical void surrounded by "an extremely durable form of matter never before experienced on Earth."
Isle 3, womens's underwear. 5 for $2.00 - durable, breathable, washable, wearable.