Huh. Maybe you need to expand your circle of friends to include some who can read, or at least own better dictionaries. While I'm not debating that your use of the word is the most common I was playing with the original poster's insistance that it was a tabloid in every sense. It was what we humans call a joke.
Come to think of it, you really aren't worth this much effort, are you?
You mean it's printed on paper stock half the size of a broadsheet? Cool! Excuse me while I fold up their server and stick it in my back pocket for later perusal.
Am I the only one who just pictured the Gentlemen and their henchmen from the Buffy episode Hush? **Shudder** I'll never take the piss out of Steve Ballmer again.
You think that's bad? I played the Sims for a while and now I spend most of my time going to work, doing housework, socialising with friends and sleeping. That's a damned insidious game!
...was one I inherited when I was working for one of the railway companies in the UK. The network at the time was all 10base2 and there was a multiport repeater on every floor, each connected to the main repeater up in the server room by an individual length of thinwire that ran up a central riser.
Some time before I started work there the cable running down to the seventh floor had failed (probably hungry rodents) and my predecessor had come up with a cunning workaround rather than going to the hassle of laying a proper replacement. He had run a thinwire cable out of the window of the server room, down the outside of the building and in through a window on the seventh floor (I really don't want to know how) which was then run along the ceiling using a whole load of bent paperclips rammed into the polystyrene ceiling tiles, and then into the comms cabinet that housed the repeater.
I was told by one of the staff there that this temporary solution had been in place for months, with only occasional outages. Then again, given the fact that the server room had no racks, shelves or airconditioning and the servers were just piled on top of each other with random assortments of keyboards and monitors dotted around, nothing there surprised me.
I'm reminded of one of the weirdest problems I ever had to investigate, back in the days when I was the sysadmin at Waterloo railway station in London. We had a small Novell network with three file servers, all running off unmanaged UPSes. One day there was a brief power cut and all three servers fell over immediately. I called the hardware maintenance contractors and they swapped the UPSes out for some loaners and took ours away for examination. They called up a few days later and said that they could find no fault - the UPSes had charged up normally and seemed to be holding the charge just fine. They let me hang on to the loaners, though, just for peace of mind.
Fast-forward a few weeks and there was another power outage. Same thing - all three servers went straight down. I figured at this stage (and not sooner, to my shame) that the problem probably lay with the power supply. I called in an electrician and we monitored the supply. The problem was traced to the fact that while most of the time the mains supply was running at 220V, it would regularly drop to below 170V, which was below the cut-in threshold for the UPSes.
It transpired that Waterloo station is not connected to the national power grid, but uses traction current for general usage, as do the trains. Every time a train left the station then it would suck up all the juice, making the voltage drop and the UPS kick in briefly, which ensured the batteries were never charged. The only solution in the end was to drop the threshold on the UPSes to something stupidly low. Weep.
Well, the difference is that the products you highlighted aren't any threat to the RIAA's revenue. I mean, it's not like they make their money by hawking blatantly artificial products or excrement, is it? Ummm... Hang on...
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Oy vey. I read that as "face striping" and started postulating redundant arrays of inexpensive faces.
"I'm not a hypocrite - my face is simply configured for RAIF 1".
Huh. Maybe you need to expand your circle of friends to include some who can read, or at least own better dictionaries. While I'm not debating that your use of the word is the most common I was playing with the original poster's insistance that it was a tabloid in every sense. It was what we humans call a joke.
Come to think of it, you really aren't worth this much effort, are you?
It's a tabloid in every sense.
You mean it's printed on paper stock half the size of a broadsheet? Cool! Excuse me while I fold up their server and stick it in my back pocket for later perusal.
Honestly! How could you forget THX1138?
Am I the only one who just pictured the Gentlemen and their henchmen from the Buffy episode Hush? **Shudder** I'll never take the piss out of Steve Ballmer again.
According to the IMDB he was born on 22 March 1931. I'm sure you can work it out from there. :)
I think you mean spamassassin rather than spamassasin. The misspelled-domain squatters are at it again.
...will any of this allow me to reverse the polarity of my deflector array, sending a tachyon pulse through subspace?
Many bonus points for being the first person to spot the reference. I thought I was being willfully obscure. :)
Surely this would only work if you were a hopeless narcissist.
...you insensitive clod!
what would "Steamboat Willie's" special moves be?
Punitive litigation, I imagine.
That's why all tech personell that are actually permitted to touch the expensive computing hardware should wear white robes
And risk looking like this? (Yes, I know it's not white...)
You think that's bad? I played the Sims for a while and now I spend most of my time going to work, doing housework, socialising with friends and sleeping. That's a damned insidious game!
Gosh. There must be some female geeks out there with really smelly underwear by now. And don't get me started on the cross-dressers...
Please, at least show Mr. Ballmer the courtesy of using his real name.
...was one I inherited when I was working for one of the railway companies in the UK. The network at the time was all 10base2 and there was a multiport repeater on every floor, each connected to the main repeater up in the server room by an individual length of thinwire that ran up a central riser.
Some time before I started work there the cable running down to the seventh floor had failed (probably hungry rodents) and my predecessor had come up with a cunning workaround rather than going to the hassle of laying a proper replacement. He had run a thinwire cable out of the window of the server room, down the outside of the building and in through a window on the seventh floor (I really don't want to know how) which was then run along the ceiling using a whole load of bent paperclips rammed into the polystyrene ceiling tiles, and then into the comms cabinet that housed the repeater.
I was told by one of the staff there that this temporary solution had been in place for months, with only occasional outages. Then again, given the fact that the server room had no racks, shelves or airconditioning and the servers were just piled on top of each other with random assortments of keyboards and monitors dotted around, nothing there surprised me.
I'm reminded of one of the weirdest problems I ever had to investigate, back in the days when I was the sysadmin at Waterloo railway station in London. We had a small Novell network with three file servers, all running off unmanaged UPSes. One day there was a brief power cut and all three servers fell over immediately. I called the hardware maintenance contractors and they swapped the UPSes out for some loaners and took ours away for examination. They called up a few days later and said that they could find no fault - the UPSes had charged up normally and seemed to be holding the charge just fine. They let me hang on to the loaners, though, just for peace of mind.
Fast-forward a few weeks and there was another power outage. Same thing - all three servers went straight down. I figured at this stage (and not sooner, to my shame) that the problem probably lay with the power supply. I called in an electrician and we monitored the supply. The problem was traced to the fact that while most of the time the mains supply was running at 220V, it would regularly drop to below 170V, which was below the cut-in threshold for the UPSes.
It transpired that Waterloo station is not connected to the national power grid, but uses traction current for general usage, as do the trains. Every time a train left the station then it would suck up all the juice, making the voltage drop and the UPS kick in briefly, which ensured the batteries were never charged. The only solution in the end was to drop the threshold on the UPSes to something stupidly low. Weep.
Well, the difference is that the products you highlighted aren't any threat to the RIAA's revenue. I mean, it's not like they make their money by hawking blatantly artificial products or excrement, is it? Ummm... Hang on...
Nah, use an eight-year-old child - they're much better suited.
It just struck me exactly how bad that advice would sound out of context.
And laptops are where cats sleep, curl up purring or pad until they draw blood. There's no escape from ambiguity.
I mean, would even the most sociopathic malware coder want to get on the wrong side of Dan Bernstein? That man is scary. :)
Gee, Wil, no wonder you're having trouble finding work if you insist on going round badmouthing Hollywood's power elite. :)
*grin* That's what I end up telling myself when I go out on the pull as well.