It's not just "stolen e-mails" (ooooh, felony!! Quick! Lock up the miscreants!! There's never an Inquisitor around when you need one...); these huckleberries actually cooked the code. The Warmers are fanatics, more narrow-minded than Creationists, more dangerous and better connected politically than the Scientologists, but fundamentally no different. It's the indulgence-granting, end-is-nighing, repent-or-burn Medieval Catholic Church all over again, except this time without the pleasant chanting and neat robes. And just like that Dark Age sect, the top-placed five percent know that the fix is in while the bottom 95 percent are motivated by faith, fear, and social vengeance.
Yes, that's right, that's the real interesting question. I suspect that somewhere in the Apple App Store Approval Work Flow Chain is a highly-greased QA monkey. I'll bet more money was spent on the outside reviewers and inside "expediters" than was spent on game design and development.
In America, that's called a "robust marketing budget."
If I'm an Iranian and I make $0.30 a month from Google AdSense on my blog which reviews the latest Xbox games, and I use the release of Assassin's Creed II to launch into a bourbon and chocolate ice cream-fueled rant against everything Persian, and I'm arrested, am I an unjustly incarcerated journalist, or another idiot with too much time on his hands who doesn't know when to keep his mouth shut?
And just how is someone to know if it's a child one is chatting with?
If you want to talk about the impact Quantum Mechanics is having on Theology, and she keeps trying to switch the subject back to "Twilight," that's your first clue.
Wake me up when there's an ebook reader that works more like a real book. It should have softish covers, and once you open it, there should be 2 screens inside (one for each page). This way the screens would be protected all the time, and it would feel more natural as a reading tool
Just Curious: How do you handle electronic mail, what with the absence of stamps and envelopes and licking and such?
It's the dinosaurs who are the ones funding the production of the entertainments that you are, ummm, appropriating from the torrents. You'd better hope they stay flush somehow, or the only piece of new content left to pirate will be Joss Whedon's grocery list. Oh, wait, I know -- we'll just instruct all the professional producers and directors to put their work on their blogs and fund production on what we tip them in PayPal. Worked for This Guy, didn't it?
Typical classist/racist, masquerading as a "progressive." It's the knee-jerk anti-religion fundies such as you who empower King, not his "blue collar" base.
...a credit card company got suspicious when they received applications from Glorion OrcBane, Aelrick WindRider, and Bokk theNaueseating, all with the same address of a basement flat in Liverpool.
the problem with other editors that won't accept your edits as valid unless you can show them a citation they understand
Aggravated further still by the fact that the "other editor" is, in real life, a self-absorbed Starbuck's barista whose only claim to precedence arises from the fact that he got involved in editing Wikipedia when it was the cool thing to do for sociopathic high school geeks who didn't have the motor coordination to play online shooters. He was navigating manufactured bureaucracy while you were navigating jungles leading that archaeological expedition; now you want to correct something on the article about the very same cache you unearthed, but "Would You Like Extra Foam On That?" Boy is throwing up speed bumps, mainly because he he lacks any basic understanding of your field of expertise, but also because he just had a fight with his mom and he's in a real foul mood.
The pirates won't just get nasty threatening letters, they'll be arrested, drawn, quartered, and their ancestral lands salted with the dust of their ground-up bones. Good thinking!
Say what you want about the Right (and being an equal opportunity center-of-the-aisle kind of snark, I've said a lot...), they have much thicker skins than the Left, I've noticed. Every joke made about the current administration can never really be just a joke about the current administration, it's either borne of "racism" or a "disturbing indication of a growing violence and unrest." The recent SNL stuff is making my leftie friends apoplectic; when the same show skewered Bush and Cheney, my rightie friends were, like, "SNL? Is that still on?"
Sure, it's all anecdotal, but you know I'm correct.
I think that righties don't mind being un-hip. Many even carry it as a "badge of honor." (I am reminded here of bowtie-wearing Conservative pundit Tucker Carlson.) The lefties are mortified that they might somehow be un-cool, and that the Stewarts/Colberts/SNLs/Lettermans will turn on them. They need to be "in" on the joke, and not the butt of it, and if they ARE the butt of it, well, it can't really be a joke then, can it? It must be sedition and racism...
The kids have a crazy idea, work hard, total chaos, but lo-and-behold Something Wonderful Is Made. Then the foosball tables get wheeled in, there's an in-house rave with free pizza and beer and cocaine every Friday night, the kids try branching out into a hundred other lines of business they have no good reason to be in, and that hockey stick revenue projection starts to look more and more like a zombie's EKG reading. Finally, the adults get called in, all the kids get thrown out except for the one or two who have been featured on the cover of Wired, and everybody hopes it's not too late to "finally get down to business."
"It was the life we choose... we fight and never lose..."
...the fine scientific-publishing folks who brought you "Algebraic Combinatorics and Coinvariant Spaces," "Symbolic Dynamics and Geometry: Using D* in Graphics and Game Programming," and "Realistic Image Synthesis Using Photon Mapping." So, for them, what you see on the cover of this book is practically Michael Whelan.
...which puts it roughly on professional par with a Community Theater production of Guys and Dolls in Toledo, except you don't leave the theater humming any of the tunes.
And I'm not just being snarky... I remember my last such show in SoHo: the second act began with the performer crawling out of a giant garbage bag (featuring real garbage), singing a song about former UN Ambassador Jeane Kirkpatrick set to the tune of "Mr. Sandman" (that's Chordettes, not Metallica, as in "bung bung bung bung BUNG BUNG bung bung BUNG BUNG bung BUNG BUNG...!").
Anybody -- ANYBODY! -- ANNN-NEEE-BODY!!! -- and I've dated more than my share, yet have somehow avoided therapy -- can have a "One Woman Show" in NYC (which looks great on a resume, of course); all you need to do is rent a theater (of which there are hundreds available -- it's a cottage industry) and, ummm, believe in yourself...
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Maybe they'll grow up to be Quantum Physicists.
It's not just "stolen e-mails" (ooooh, felony!! Quick! Lock up the miscreants!! There's never an Inquisitor around when you need one...); these huckleberries actually cooked the code. The Warmers are fanatics, more narrow-minded than Creationists, more dangerous and better connected politically than the Scientologists, but fundamentally no different. It's the indulgence-granting, end-is-nighing, repent-or-burn Medieval Catholic Church all over again, except this time without the pleasant chanting and neat robes. And just like that Dark Age sect, the top-placed five percent know that the fix is in while the bottom 95 percent are motivated by faith, fear, and social vengeance.
...but it seems like it's the Brits and Aussies who actually end up taking it seriously.
Yes, that's right, that's the real interesting question. I suspect that somewhere in the Apple App Store Approval Work Flow Chain is a highly-greased QA monkey. I'll bet more money was spent on the outside reviewers and inside "expediters" than was spent on game design and development.
In America, that's called a "robust marketing budget."
If I'm an Iranian and I make $0.30 a month from Google AdSense on my blog which reviews the latest Xbox games, and I use the release of Assassin's Creed II to launch into a bourbon and chocolate ice cream-fueled rant against everything Persian, and I'm arrested, am I an unjustly incarcerated journalist, or another idiot with too much time on his hands who doesn't know when to keep his mouth shut?
It's one of those fine points, I'm just asking...
And just how is someone to know if it's a child one is chatting with?
If you want to talk about the impact Quantum Mechanics is having on Theology, and she keeps trying to switch the subject back to "Twilight," that's your first clue.
Wake me up when there's an ebook reader that works more like a real book.
It should have softish covers, and once you open it, there should be 2 screens inside (one for each page).
This way the screens would be protected all the time, and it would feel more natural as a reading tool
Just Curious: How do you handle electronic mail, what with the absence of stamps and envelopes and licking and such?
Just need something that forces Amazon to keep innovating and keep pricing competitive.
Thanks, B&N!
It's the dinosaurs who are the ones funding the production of the entertainments that you are, ummm, appropriating from the torrents. You'd better hope they stay flush somehow, or the only piece of new content left to pirate will be Joss Whedon's grocery list. Oh, wait, I know -- we'll just instruct all the professional producers and directors to put their work on their blogs and fund production on what we tip them in PayPal. Worked for This Guy, didn't it?
boozed-up hicks and Micks
Typical classist/racist, masquerading as a "progressive." It's the knee-jerk anti-religion fundies such as you who empower King, not his "blue collar" base.
Keep up the good work.
...a credit card company got suspicious when they received applications from Glorion OrcBane, Aelrick WindRider, and Bokk theNaueseating, all with the same address of a basement flat in Liverpool.
the problem with other editors that won't accept your edits as valid unless you can show them a citation they understand
Aggravated further still by the fact that the "other editor" is, in real life, a self-absorbed Starbuck's barista whose only claim to precedence arises from the fact that he got involved in editing Wikipedia when it was the cool thing to do for sociopathic high school geeks who didn't have the motor coordination to play online shooters. He was navigating manufactured bureaucracy while you were navigating jungles leading that archaeological expedition; now you want to correct something on the article about the very same cache you unearthed, but "Would You Like Extra Foam On That?" Boy is throwing up speed bumps, mainly because he he lacks any basic understanding of your field of expertise, but also because he just had a fight with his mom and he's in a real foul mood.
The pirates won't just get nasty threatening letters, they'll be arrested, drawn, quartered, and their ancestral lands salted with the dust of their ground-up bones. Good thinking!
We'll build a decentralized network before we allow you to dictate which information we may copy.
Information? I thought it was Hollywood movies that were being copied and distributed...?
You can only take it.
Say what you want about the Right (and being an equal opportunity center-of-the-aisle kind of snark, I've said a lot...), they have much thicker skins than the Left, I've noticed. Every joke made about the current administration can never really be just a joke about the current administration, it's either borne of "racism" or a "disturbing indication of a growing violence and unrest." The recent SNL stuff is making my leftie friends apoplectic; when the same show skewered Bush and Cheney, my rightie friends were, like, "SNL? Is that still on?"
Sure, it's all anecdotal, but you know I'm correct.
I think that righties don't mind being un-hip. Many even carry it as a "badge of honor." (I am reminded here of bowtie-wearing Conservative pundit Tucker Carlson.) The lefties are mortified that they might somehow be un-cool, and that the Stewarts/Colberts/SNLs/Lettermans will turn on them. They need to be "in" on the joke, and not the butt of it, and if they ARE the butt of it, well, it can't really be a joke then, can it? It must be sedition and racism...
The kids have a crazy idea, work hard, total chaos, but lo-and-behold Something Wonderful Is Made. Then the foosball tables get wheeled in, there's an in-house rave with free pizza and beer and cocaine every Friday night, the kids try branching out into a hundred other lines of business they have no good reason to be in, and that hockey stick revenue projection starts to look more and more like a zombie's EKG reading. Finally, the adults get called in, all the kids get thrown out except for the one or two who have been featured on the cover of Wired, and everybody hopes it's not too late to "finally get down to business."
"It was the life we choose... we fight and never lose..."
...but now I think I get it: You're asking us to donate money so that your local Linux User Group can have a booth at your local anime convention.
Did I get that right? If so, props for chutzpah, my brother...
It'd be a walking about sort of tool.
I can fix that for you if you let me take out one letter and an apostrophe. What'd'ya say?
They asked me to, and I did it! Why wouldn't I? They're Google, after all, and they can Do No Evil. Besides, it was shiny, and open source...
...the fine scientific-publishing folks who brought you "Algebraic Combinatorics and Coinvariant Spaces," "Symbolic Dynamics and Geometry: Using D* in Graphics and Game Programming," and "Realistic Image Synthesis Using Photon Mapping." So, for them, what you see on the cover of this book is practically Michael Whelan.
...unlike the folks who will be buying this book, who would most likely work for free for the opportunity to be part of a game development team.
...which puts it roughly on professional par with a Community Theater production of Guys and Dolls in Toledo, except you don't leave the theater humming any of the tunes.
And I'm not just being snarky... I remember my last such show in SoHo: the second act began with the performer crawling out of a giant garbage bag (featuring real garbage), singing a song about former UN Ambassador Jeane Kirkpatrick set to the tune of "Mr. Sandman" (that's Chordettes, not Metallica, as in "bung bung bung bung BUNG BUNG bung bung BUNG BUNG bung BUNG BUNG...!").
Anybody -- ANYBODY! -- ANNN-NEEE-BODY!!! -- and I've dated more than my share, yet have somehow avoided therapy -- can have a "One Woman Show" in NYC (which looks great on a resume, of course); all you need to do is rent a theater (of which there are hundreds available -- it's a cottage industry) and, ummm, believe in yourself...
Yes, never say anything unless you're absolutely sure that everyone else agrees with it.
OK: You're a dick.
Fuck you and take your anti-democracy attitude with you when you leave.
The topic wasn't "democracy." The topic was "cowardice." But I guess that struck a nerve, eh?
...kill two birds with one stone.