A shepherd is herding his flock in a remote pasture when suddenly a brand-new BMW advances out of a dust cloud towards him.
The driver, a young man in a Brioni suit, Gucci shoes, Ray-Ban sunglasses and YSL tie, leans out the window and says to the shepherd: "If I tell you exactly how many sheep you have in your flock, will you give me one?"
The shepherd looks at the man, who is obviously a yuppie, then turns to his peaceful, grazing flock and calmly answers, "OK, why not?"
So the yuppie parks his car, whips out his IBM Thinkpad, connects it to his mobile phone, surfs the Internet and finds a NASA site. Then, using the Web site, he calls up a GPS satellite navigation system and scans the area.
Next he opens up a database and an Excel spreadsheet with complex formulas and after a few minutes he prints out a 150 page report on his hi-tech, miniaturized printer. Eventually he turns to the shepherd and says, "You have exactly 1,586 sheep."
"That's correct," says the shepherd "you can take one of the sheep."
He watches as the young man selects one of the animals and bundles it into his car, then says: "Hold on a minute, if I can tell you exactly what your business is, will you give me back my sheep?"
"OK, why not?" answers the young man.
"That's easy," says the shepherd "you're a consultant."
"That's spot on," says the yuppie, clearly amazed, "but how did you guess that?"
"There was no guessing required," answers the shepherd. "You turned up here, even though nobody called you. You expect to get paid to give me an answer I already knew, to a question I never asked, and you don't even know a thing about my business. Now give me back my dog."
For a full listing of what Marines are encouraged to read, take a look at: The Marine Corps Professional Reading Program
When I was in the Marine Corps, I had a commanding officer make us turn in one page "book reports" every six months to prove that we'd been reading books on the list.
After I did my report on Ender's Game (with the help of Xandar01), he (the CO) sent out a message saying that sci-fi books couldn't be used.
When I was in the Marine Corps, MRE stood for Meal Ready to Eat. These were the most horrible of things I was subjected to, other then the "Big Green Weenie" that is.
It seems that in the trailer, it's blue, but if you look at the promo poster, he's holding a red one. So far, only the bad guys have had red lightsabers.
I learned more about squad-based tactics from playing this game, then I did in the four years I was in the Marine Corps.
You never forget the first time you have your squad set to rush an alien ship, only to have a sectiod step out, drop a granade and walk back into the ship.
I remember where I was when Challenger exploded. I was in bed, sleeping. When I woke up, I was mad at myself for sleeping in. It was the first shuttle launch I missed.
When I got to school, one of my friends told me about it, and I thought he was joking. He was allways making fun of me for liking science so much.
When school started, the principal made the annoucement about the explosion, and we had a moment of silence for the astronuats and thier families.
When we got to science class, we went to the library to watch the launch, then we talked about "when sience goes wrong".
I think this is when my childhood dream of being an astronaut died.
I used to laugh at my parents, when they said they could remember where they were when Kennedy was shot. I don't anymore.
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I was on the Netscape team at Stream as well, a bit latter then you I'd guess. 4.0 had just came out, and support for 3.0 was dying.
I was able to get one of the coveted email support positions, and was one of the last people on the team.
Glad to know that there were other survivors.
I'd guess the guy who wrote this article was also from Stream, given the support locations he mentioned.
I wonder if he's ever been tempted to put a couple of M-80s under one of the bridges and blow it up just a train passes.
A shepherd is herding his flock in a remote pasture when suddenly a brand-new BMW advances out of a dust cloud towards him.
The driver, a young man in a Brioni suit, Gucci shoes, Ray-Ban sunglasses and YSL tie, leans out the window and says to the shepherd: "If I tell you exactly how many sheep you have in your flock, will you give me one?"
The shepherd looks at the man, who is obviously a yuppie, then turns to his peaceful, grazing flock and calmly answers, "OK, why not?"
So the yuppie parks his car, whips out his IBM Thinkpad, connects it to his mobile phone, surfs the Internet and finds a NASA site. Then, using the Web site, he calls up a GPS satellite navigation system and scans the area.
Next he opens up a database and an Excel spreadsheet with complex formulas and after a few minutes he prints out a 150 page report on his hi-tech, miniaturized printer. Eventually he turns to the shepherd and says, "You have exactly 1,586 sheep."
"That's correct," says the shepherd "you can take one of the sheep."
He watches as the young man selects one of the animals and bundles it into his car, then says: "Hold on a minute, if I can tell you exactly what your business is, will you give me back my sheep?"
"OK, why not?" answers the young man.
"That's easy," says the shepherd "you're a consultant."
"That's spot on," says the yuppie, clearly amazed, "but how did you guess that?"
"There was no guessing required," answers the shepherd. "You turned up here, even though nobody called you. You expect to get paid to give me an answer I already knew, to a question I never asked, and you don't even know a thing
about my business. Now give me back my dog."
For a full listing of what Marines are encouraged to read, take a look at:
The Marine Corps Professional Reading Program
When I was in the Marine Corps, I had a commanding officer make us turn in one page "book reports" every six months to prove that we'd been reading books on the list.
After I did my report on Ender's Game (with the help of Xandar01), he (the CO) sent out a message saying that sci-fi books couldn't be used.
I always wondered what happened to Chicago.
When I was in the Marine Corps, MRE stood for Meal Ready to Eat. These were the most horrible of things I was subjected to, other then the "Big Green Weenie" that is.
It seems that in the trailer, it's blue, but if you look at the promo poster, he's holding a red one. So far, only the bad guys have had red lightsabers.
I've been on a big X-Com kick recently.
I learned more about squad-based tactics from playing this game, then I did in the four years I was in the Marine Corps.
You never forget the first time you have your squad set to rush an alien ship, only to have a sectiod step out, drop a granade and walk back into the ship.
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Several of my friends and I have just started playing X-Com again, and email each other "battle reports".
I saw the trailer for this while waiting for Cast Away to start.
It just looked like a remake of D.A.R.Y.L.
I remember where I was when Challenger exploded. I was in bed, sleeping. When I woke up, I was mad at myself for sleeping in. It was the first shuttle launch I missed.
When I got to school, one of my friends told me about it, and I thought he was joking. He was allways making fun of me for liking science so much.
When school started, the principal made the annoucement about the explosion, and we had a moment of silence for the astronuats and thier families.
When we got to science class, we went to the library to watch the launch, then we talked about "when sience goes wrong".
I think this is when my childhood dream of being an astronaut died.
I used to laugh at my parents, when they said they could remember where they were when Kennedy was shot. I don't anymore.
Here's somemore from Discovery.com