An e-petition against having my email monitored, but to sign it I have to give the government my name and email address. As far as I can tell, they don't want a Facebook password though. Yet.
Heavy rail v subway, fair enough. But I would have thought that the "rail" in Crossrail, which appears in bold on the first line, would rule out buses and cars.
Sometimes you can pack properly and still be thwarted by idiotic design.
I packed a small bag in December, for a weekend away. It fitted easily into the gauge they have. Did it fit in the overhead bin of the miserable little ATR? Did it hell. Then I discovered that, not only does the curvature of the fuselage remove about a quarter of the floor space at the window seats, but the support for the seat in front is slap bang in the middle of what's left. Result? My neighbour loses a good chunk of her leg room. I swapped seats with her and she was ecstatic about getting the window, but I won't fly the ATR again if I can help it.
Yes, I could have checked the bag; I wouldn't even have been charged for it. But HEL's failure rate on my baggage is north of 70%. Oh, and until Blue1's CPH service starts, the only way out of here that isn't HEL is on an ATR...
Brit here... visited the US a year ago, Utah to be precise. In the space of two weeks, I went seven hours back, one forward, six forward, another forward. That messed me up for a good two months.
Wait for the first phone call. Grab flash gun, keep it hidden. Disappear behind server rack, muttering "I'm so lucky Health and Safety never came back here...." Discharge flash gun. Scream, swear loudly, and wave hand as if burnt. Wait for "It's OK, we've got this." Relax.
Back when I was at university, I bought a cable for my phone and got myself some sweet, sweet 9k6 access over GSM. It was faster and more reliable than the connection in the uni's computer labs ever was, not to mention no BS filtering. Paying by the minute made me focus on getting the job done and hanging up, too...
As far as filtering goes, the conventional way around that was to log in as someone else. After all, their username was their matriculation number and the default password was their date of birth... If you couldn't read a classmate's ID and social-engineer his birthday out of him, no matter - the uni helpfully had an easily-accessible printout of the entire student body's personal information (in fact, you had to sign to get your grant, so they left it on the public side of the window), and those last few pages were awfully loose...
...but when I was in McJail, I had a shift manager who would disappear into the toilets whenever a bus showed up. Even grabbed a quarter-pounder to eat while he was sitting there, with his trousers round his ankles, listening to the rest of us running around like headless chickens.
He was most unimpressed when we discovered that we could get to the cistern from the cleaning cupboard and flush the bog under him:D
Gotta have duct tape in there somewhere. Over the ethernet port for a start. And then over the corner of the monitor so they can't click that minimise button.
Most of my friends are in one time zone, my relatives in yet another, my colleagues in several others. Response times are laregly governed by who's asleep.
A Spanish-speaker once asked me what "mocho" meant. I had no idea. I asked him for the context: "innit m8".
The way I see it, it's basic courtesy at least to try and write in complete words, instead of bashing out whatever 1337 lolspeak gibberish hits my fingertips just to save a few seconds - seconds that others will have to spend deciphering my drivel. A post here could be read by two million registered users; is my time really worth two million times as much as anyone else's? If it were, I wouldn't waste it by posting here:D And no, a mobile device isn't an excuse - say less, well.
As for spelling mistakes, they tend to jump out at me from about three lines away. Unless, of course, they appear in my own posts...
Colleague came into my office the other day, just as I was disappearing up the arses of two databases at once (one Postgres, one SQL Server). She asked me if I wanted to go for coffee. Apparently, it took well over a minute to get anything approaching a coherent answer, and the answer was "You'd better go. If you wait until I can answer that question your break will be over." I barely even remember it, other than the unpleasant sensation of trying to drag myself out of there one layer of mess at a time. First time that's ever happened, hope it's the last.
As long as this nonsense exists, they'll be facing an uphill struggle. If you're a US citizen, go there, click the Apply button at the bottom left, pretend you're from the UK, and see how long it takes you to get to the point where they want money from you ($14 IIRC). After that, you have to wait to see whether you'll evn be allowed to come to the US and be fingerprinted like a common criminal. Now do it again for the wife and kids, because I didn't see any way to fill that out for a group (but I may have missed it). Oh, and this is for countries within the Visa Waiver Program.
Faced with that, I bet a nice holiday in Europe starts to look a whole lot more attractive...
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An e-petition against having my email monitored, but to sign it I have to give the government my name and email address. As far as I can tell, they don't want a Facebook password though. Yet.
"Do you have a personal relationship with Jesus Christ?"
"You mean, am I gay?"
Heavy rail v subway, fair enough. But I would have thought that the "rail" in Crossrail, which appears in bold on the first line, would rule out buses and cars.
Sometimes you can pack properly and still be thwarted by idiotic design.
I packed a small bag in December, for a weekend away. It fitted easily into the gauge they have. Did it fit in the overhead bin of the miserable little ATR? Did it hell. Then I discovered that, not only does the curvature of the fuselage remove about a quarter of the floor space at the window seats, but the support for the seat in front is slap bang in the middle of what's left. Result? My neighbour loses a good chunk of her leg room. I swapped seats with her and she was ecstatic about getting the window, but I won't fly the ATR again if I can help it.
Yes, I could have checked the bag; I wouldn't even have been charged for it. But HEL's failure rate on my baggage is north of 70%. Oh, and until Blue1's CPH service starts, the only way out of here that isn't HEL is on an ATR...
Brit here... visited the US a year ago, Utah to be precise. In the space of two weeks, I went seven hours back, one forward, six forward, another forward. That messed me up for a good two months.
Guess you didn't go through the school system as one. Ginger nerd with glasses, yeah, that was fun.
+5 Darkly Amusing. Short of a revolution, all we change is the colour of the bastards' ties.
Watch the BBC weather forecast and you could get that impression :)
Wait for the first phone call.
Grab flash gun, keep it hidden.
Disappear behind server rack, muttering "I'm so lucky Health and Safety never came back here...."
Discharge flash gun.
Scream, swear loudly, and wave hand as if burnt.
Wait for "It's OK, we've got this."
Relax.
Back when I was at university, I bought a cable for my phone and got myself some sweet, sweet 9k6 access over GSM. It was faster and more reliable than the connection in the uni's computer labs ever was, not to mention no BS filtering. Paying by the minute made me focus on getting the job done and hanging up, too...
As far as filtering goes, the conventional way around that was to log in as someone else. After all, their username was their matriculation number and the default password was their date of birth... If you couldn't read a classmate's ID and social-engineer his birthday out of him, no matter - the uni helpfully had an easily-accessible printout of the entire student body's personal information (in fact, you had to sign to get your grant, so they left it on the public side of the window), and those last few pages were awfully loose...
I said I'd like to try the train up from Helsinki. They said, "Why bother? All you'll see is trees, just shorter trees as you go north."
And, from the low-resolution map at least, they seem to be right.
Saved two bytes, though...
He was most unimpressed when we discovered that we could get to the cistern from the cleaning cupboard and flush the bog under him :D
Submitter might have sold his boat...
blink and you might miss 2012
I'm narcoleptic, you insensitive clzzzzzzzzzzzzzzzzzzzzzz..............
Probably best to avoid anything even slightly Qur'anish on a plane, though, in case some idiot should panic. Sad world...
That's not coal... That's a Guinness turd!
Gotta have duct tape in there somewhere. Over the ethernet port for a start. And then over the corner of the monitor so they can't click that minimise button.
Most of my friends are in one time zone, my relatives in yet another, my colleagues in several others. Response times are laregly governed by who's asleep.
I consider raping, murdering, and eating your neighbors to be criminal.
So as long as I don't eat them, it's cool? Cool.
It might... Maybe that way, I wouldn't get crap out of them :)
A Spanish-speaker once asked me what "mocho" meant. I had no idea. I asked him for the context: "innit m8".
The way I see it, it's basic courtesy at least to try and write in complete words, instead of bashing out whatever 1337 lolspeak gibberish hits my fingertips just to save a few seconds - seconds that others will have to spend deciphering my drivel. A post here could be read by two million registered users; is my time really worth two million times as much as anyone else's? If it were, I wouldn't waste it by posting here :D And no, a mobile device isn't an excuse - say less, well.
As for spelling mistakes, they tend to jump out at me from about three lines away. Unless, of course, they appear in my own posts...
Colleague came into my office the other day, just as I was disappearing up the arses of two databases at once (one Postgres, one SQL Server). She asked me if I wanted to go for coffee. Apparently, it took well over a minute to get anything approaching a coherent answer, and the answer was "You'd better go. If you wait until I can answer that question your break will be over." I barely even remember it, other than the unpleasant sensation of trying to drag myself out of there one layer of mess at a time. First time that's ever happened, hope it's the last.
As long as this nonsense exists, they'll be facing an uphill struggle. If you're a US citizen, go there, click the Apply button at the bottom left, pretend you're from the UK, and see how long it takes you to get to the point where they want money from you ($14 IIRC). After that, you have to wait to see whether you'll evn be allowed to come to the US and be fingerprinted like a common criminal. Now do it again for the wife and kids, because I didn't see any way to fill that out for a group (but I may have missed it). Oh, and this is for countries within the Visa Waiver Program.
Faced with that, I bet a nice holiday in Europe starts to look a whole lot more attractive...