it's not entirely unreasonable for SCO to state (and then attempt to demonstrate) that ownership of the copyrights is required by them in order to defend against apparent illegal copyright infringment from a third party
Let me get this straight: They want these copyrights so they can sue somebody for infringing on them?
Is that not a bit like claiming you have the right to leap out into traffic so you can sue drivers for negligence?
Make sure you do your practicing at work. From DNRC newsletter #17:
I took the QuickTime panorama of the Mars Pathfinder, reworked it into my own HTML web page (neatly entitled "Pathfinder Mission Control") and put a heading "Pathfinder Active Camera Control" above the panorama.
Soon the news travelled, from Induhvidual to Induhvidual, that I had found a way to control the camera on the Pathfinder from my computer at work. My PC was swarmed by Induhviduals each taking their turn "controlling the camera".
And no doubt nobody twigged to the instant response of a camera several light minutes away...
The difference is that the RIAA actually has a case. They employ Gestapo tactics. They buy legislators. They are as unscrupulous and unethical as any carpetbagger or railroad trust ever was. They are slime. They are equivocators. They are manipulators. They exist for the sole purpose of fucking artists and their fans out of as much money as possible. But at the end of the day, they are the lawful copyright holders of the data in question, which means they actually have a case.
I've been watching the biz.yahoo.com SCOX ticker, and (assuming I have been reading the bid/ask numbers correctly) someone's been unloading a block of >5400 shares throughout the day.
To repeat myself, SCO will not get a single reply. These two letters are a fishing expedition to sucker future lawsuit victims into signing up. SCO will probably send a second round of letters to all non-respondants in a few weeks, promising dire, horrible consequences to those who refuse to roll over. Those letters will be ignored, too.
Forget waking up gently. Get a Screaming Meanie. This is what truck drivers and endurance motorcyclists use to wake up. It's a timer, not a true clock, and it is way the hell loud. You can find one at any truck stop or buy one online for about twenty bucks.
Don't bother snoozing. It's self-indulgent and offers less real benefit than going to bed twenty minutes earlier. If you have a very hard time waking up, you probably aren't sleeping as well as you should. Possibilities include excess sugar, caffeine or alcohol; sleep apnea; depression or anxiety; attention deficit disorder; or simple lack of exercise. Chances are that adjusting your caffeine intake and going for the occasional walk will make a substantial difference.
The best thing about a Screaming Meanie is setting it for one hour and hiding it in somebody else's room. The second-best is that it is physically tough enough to throw violently across the room without suffering any damage.
Yeah! Your solar panels are absorbing far more than their fair share of sunlight! Using all that extra sunlight just plain selfish.
If you come to your senses and decide to stop exploiting the poor defenseless Sun, why don't you wait another year, get a fuel-cell laptop, and buy yourself a propane tank? Hank Hill will thank you. I'm willing to bet one tank will run a laptop for quite a while, and the having your computer and your turkey frier hooked up to the same power source is pretty funkomatic.
To get the hang of Indian film, there's this one movie you've just gotta see. I can't remember what it's called, but it's got this killer song in it, sung by this chick with this wicked high voice...
That, and you're referencing an unitialized variable in both.
Granted, the tigher code gets a higher defects/KLoC quotient. Consequently, though, fixing a single defect reduces the quotient by a larger amount. So repairing tight code affects your defect metric more dramatically. On the other hand, if the probability of a defect occurring is a function of the number of lines of code, the more verbose code does tend to pick up defects for free.
Aside from the false measure of programmer productivity, the more verbose code does have a couple of advantages. For example, it is easier to modify it to reuse the return value of function() above.
On the third hand, buggy is buggy. If your software has 23 code defects, it has at least 23 things that need to be fixed, and it doesn't matter how many lines those 23 defects are spread over.
The WYNC page is dated 10 Feb 2001. Towards the end of the sound clip, the reporter says that the Wilhelm appears in the trailer to Start Wars, Episode I, and says that Episode II is currently being filmed.
And as an editorial comment, you have absolutely
positively
got to be fucking kidding me, knowing this sort of thing. Now I know it too, ya jerk. This bit of knowledge probably pushed out something I need to know, like my wife's favorite kind of flowers, which are, um, they're...
I'm willing to bet that before long we will be seeing video drivers that essentially upload a frame-decrypter to the video card, which will unscramble and display streaming video there. Your computer itself will never know what it's displaying.
You mean like the ones published by the Posix standard?
And anyway Lexmark got their asses handed to them when they tried to use the DMCA to supress emulation of the binary interface between their printers and their toner cartridges.
Not to restart that whole thread, but Darl and his cohorts would be well advised to copyright the "bottoming for your cellmate" interface so they can maintain their profitability; the transition between corporate whore and rentboy is not very difficult.
Ta da! You've won a war! What? Didn't know there was a war going on? We like, didn't want to scare you? So we fought it? In secret? And we won? So now you should do thing our way? And pay us? Money we don't deserve?
I sent them an anonymous tipster e-mail. I told them that somebody was hosting a mirror of everything they did. It's at ftp://127.0.0.1, and Boies and Co are getting pretty scared, because when they went to 127.0.0.1, they found tons of internal strategy documents.
Please remember that one of the Wright brothers was killed by their invention. This kind of risk-taking is Not Done anymore; more importantly this sort of dangerous invention is Not Made. If a 1910 dumbass bought and crashed his airplane, he was a dead dumbass. If a 2003 dumbass bought and crashed his airplane, he was a victim of faulty product design.
So I'm thinking that we'll see more innovations in the realm of making things safe than anywhere else. After all, who the hell would have dreamed of airbags?
Oh, and to the folks cited 1950's Kitchen of Tomorrow as a counterexample, this morning at 5:15 AM my coffee maker ground up some beans (scaring the hell out of the dog again) and brewed me a delicious pot of coffee. I took a frozen packaged meal out of my frost-free freezer, put it in my microwave and pushed one buttonand about seven minutes later enjoyed a hot meal. Then I put my utensils and mug in my automatic dishwasher. The whole time I was watching CNN on the television on my kitchen counter. Dude, if that ain't the kitchen of tomorrow, I don't know what is.
According to Google, the Center of the Known Universe is here, in Muncie, Indiana.
On the other hand, the Centre of the Known Universe is here, in some podunk called Rockall (motto: "There's fuck all in Rockall").
Cherokee Indians claim that the Center of the World (and therefore the known universe) is about ten miles north-northwest of Elberton, Georgia, near a bizarre roadside attraction called the Georgia Guidestones.
According to my deranged ex-fiancee, however, the center of the known universe is wherever the hell she happens to be at the moment. In other words, the center of the known universe is underneath whatever guy she met not twenty minutes ago.
So opinions vary, as do spellings. Personally, I'm going to agree with the aboriginal Americans, because I can get there in about two hours. See, there's nothing like being near the CotKU without actually having to be there. It's kinda like being in the suburbs.
I'm not sure what you mean by "fair." Considering how much evidence there is, a fair and impartial tribunal will almost certainly find him guilty of genocide, and probably other crimes as well.
Since either a fair or an unfair tribunal will find him guilty, there may as well be a fair one.
If by "fair" you mean in a World Court, I'm not sure that's going to happen. The current argument is that for crimes that he, an Iraqi, committed in Iraq, against other Iraqis, he should be tried in Iraq by Iraqi law. As for what he did to and in other countries, that may well be the subject of a world court hearing, but the Iraqis get dibs.
If, however, you mean that "fair" is a jury of his peers, or the Tikrit Pinochle League, well, they're all dead or wanted. It might be fun to issue them a jury duty summons, though, just to see what happens: "Wouldn't you know it? You spend your entire personal fortune buying your way into perfect hiding, and then you get called for jury duty!"
I've been reading it "Winhexe" all this time and thinking about a hexadecimal resource editor I used to use back in the Windows 3.1 days. I'm old and blind.
That's the author of the article on the Jules Verne Project. Is it just me, or does "Speed Weed" sound like a way to kill an afternoon down at the trailer park? Ghod bless 'im.
I do agree with you that lots of people take advantage of spaces far smaller than they should---here in Atlanta I have seen SUVs merging into holes with about two feet at either end, and lowered Civics doing much worse. Motorcyclists do the same, and I watch carefully when I see another bike merge into a slot that is less than one carlength long, although why there is a slot less than one carlength long in 70mph traffic is left as an exercise to the reader.
Of course, on a motorcycle, the consequences of an error are far more dramatic. Powerful motorcycles are dangerous in the hands of those with no sense of their own mortality. Many high performance sports bikes do not live to see their warranties run out. Graduated licensing would probably be as a good thing in the U.S. as it has been elsewhere.
I am glad that you don't lump all motorcyclists together. I don't think motorcycling's clueless::clueful ratio is much different than the general population's.
One note about motorcycles tending to go faster than general traffic. I invite dispute on this, but I am a firm believer that on a motorcycle, one is far safer traveling at least slightly faster than the flow of traffic. The reason is very simple: a rider can see what is ahead of him and what is approaching from ahead, far better than he can see what is approaching from behind. More to the point, he has far more control over situations in front of him than behind him. Consequently, it makes sense to cause the situations in front to approach and the situations in back to recede. The way to do this is to go slightly faster than the flow of traffic. This tactic does not absolve a rider his responsibility to monitor his mirrors, of course, as there is always somebody faster and stupider somewhere behind him.
That is no excuse to use the freeway as a slalom course. But stop-and-go traffic is a different story <grin>.
The Gold Wing weighs 900 lbs wet and has a wheelbase over 60 inches. I have seen one make a U-turn on a two-lane road, but this rider was far better than most. In a parking lot, that reverse gear is a godsend. A grade that you can barely detect with the eye can actually be too steep to paddle or push a 900 lbs motorcycle up.
Besides, the GW has a sufficiently large windscreen that an in-helmet display is pointless. Just put the display up there and be done with it---you barely have to refocus your eyes.
Here's the HUD I want: Collision radar! Give me a flashing arrow and a distance number telling me there's a car trying to merge through my blind spot! Better yet, if it automatically sounded my horn, oh joy!
Nah. I'd hate to get complacent. Optimism is probably the most dangerous mental habit of the commuting motorcyclist.
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Let me get this straight: They want these copyrights so they can sue somebody for infringing on them?
Is that not a bit like claiming you have the right to leap out into traffic so you can sue drivers for negligence?
The difference is that the RIAA actually has a case. They employ Gestapo tactics. They buy legislators. They are as unscrupulous and unethical as any carpetbagger or railroad trust ever was. They are slime. They are equivocators. They are manipulators. They exist for the sole purpose of fucking artists and their fans out of as much money as possible. But at the end of the day, they are the lawful copyright holders of the data in question, which means they actually have a case.
I've been watching the biz.yahoo.com SCOX ticker, and (assuming I have been reading the bid/ask numbers correctly) someone's been unloading a block of >5400 shares throughout the day.
To repeat myself, SCO will not get a single reply. These two letters are a fishing expedition to sucker future lawsuit victims into signing up. SCO will probably send a second round of letters to all non-respondants in a few weeks, promising dire, horrible consequences to those who refuse to roll over. Those letters will be ignored, too.
Don't bother snoozing. It's self-indulgent and offers less real benefit than going to bed twenty minutes earlier. If you have a very hard time waking up, you probably aren't sleeping as well as you should. Possibilities include excess sugar, caffeine or alcohol; sleep apnea; depression or anxiety; attention deficit disorder; or simple lack of exercise. Chances are that adjusting your caffeine intake and going for the occasional walk will make a substantial difference.
The best thing about a Screaming Meanie is setting it for one hour and hiding it in somebody else's room. The second-best is that it is physically tough enough to throw violently across the room without suffering any damage.
If you come to your senses and decide to stop exploiting the poor defenseless Sun, why don't you wait another year, get a fuel-cell laptop, and buy yourself a propane tank? Hank Hill will thank you. I'm willing to bet one tank will run a laptop for quite a while, and the having your computer and your turkey frier hooked up to the same power source is pretty funkomatic.
To get the hang of Indian film, there's this one movie you've just gotta see. I can't remember what it's called, but it's got this killer song in it, sung by this chick with this wicked high voice...
Granted, the tigher code gets a higher defects/KLoC quotient. Consequently, though, fixing a single defect reduces the quotient by a larger amount. So repairing tight code affects your defect metric more dramatically. On the other hand, if the probability of a defect occurring is a function of the number of lines of code, the more verbose code does tend to pick up defects for free.
Aside from the false measure of programmer productivity, the more verbose code does have a couple of advantages. For example, it is easier to modify it to reuse the return value of function() above.
On the third hand, buggy is buggy. If your software has 23 code defects, it has at least 23 things that need to be fixed, and it doesn't matter how many lines those 23 defects are spread over.
And as an editorial comment, you have absolutely
got to be fucking kidding me, knowing this sort of thing. Now I know it too, ya jerk. This bit of knowledge probably pushed out something I need to know, like my wife's favorite kind of flowers, which are, um, they're...
dammit.
I'm willing to bet that before long we will be seeing video drivers that essentially upload a frame-decrypter to the video card, which will unscramble and display streaming video there. Your computer itself will never know what it's displaying.
It would be fun to see the SETI@Home screensaver doing its own math. A GPU is basically a DSP, right?
And anyway Lexmark got their asses handed to them when they tried to use the DMCA to supress emulation of the binary interface between their printers and their toner cartridges.
Not to restart that whole thread, but Darl and his cohorts would be well advised to copyright the "bottoming for your cellmate" interface so they can maintain their profitability; the transition between corporate whore and rentboy is not very difficult.
Legalese: SCO's Unix licensees are asked to certify that none of their employees or contractors have contributed any Unix code to Linux.
Translation: Give us a letter which we can use as grounds or evidence against you, should we decide to file more lawsuits in the future.
Playbook:
The saddest part of this is that, in this day and age, I can spell "subpoena" without stopping to look it up.
- Declare victory.
Ta da! You've won a war! What? Didn't know there was a war going on? We like, didn't want to scare you? So we fought it? In secret? And we won? So now you should do thing our way? And pay us? Money we don't deserve?(P.S. Step 3 ???, Step 4 profit.)
This could get ugly.
So I'm thinking that we'll see more innovations in the realm of making things safe than anywhere else. After all, who the hell would have dreamed of airbags?
Oh, and to the folks cited 1950's Kitchen of Tomorrow as a counterexample, this morning at 5:15 AM my coffee maker ground up some beans (scaring the hell out of the dog again) and brewed me a delicious pot of coffee. I took a frozen packaged meal out of my frost-free freezer, put it in my microwave and pushed one buttonand about seven minutes later enjoyed a hot meal. Then I put my utensils and mug in my automatic dishwasher. The whole time I was watching CNN on the television on my kitchen counter. Dude, if that ain't the kitchen of tomorrow, I don't know what is.
On the other hand, the Centre of the Known Universe is here, in some podunk called Rockall (motto: "There's fuck all in Rockall").
Cherokee Indians claim that the Center of the World (and therefore the known universe) is about ten miles north-northwest of Elberton, Georgia, near a bizarre roadside attraction called the Georgia Guidestones.
According to my deranged ex-fiancee, however, the center of the known universe is wherever the hell she happens to be at the moment. In other words, the center of the known universe is underneath whatever guy she met not twenty minutes ago.
So opinions vary, as do spellings. Personally, I'm going to agree with the aboriginal Americans, because I can get there in about two hours. See, there's nothing like being near the CotKU without actually having to be there. It's kinda like being in the suburbs.
Since either a fair or an unfair tribunal will find him guilty, there may as well be a fair one.
If by "fair" you mean in a World Court, I'm not sure that's going to happen. The current argument is that for crimes that he, an Iraqi, committed in Iraq, against other Iraqis, he should be tried in Iraq by Iraqi law. As for what he did to and in other countries, that may well be the subject of a world court hearing, but the Iraqis get dibs.
If, however, you mean that "fair" is a jury of his peers, or the Tikrit Pinochle League, well, they're all dead or wanted. It might be fun to issue them a jury duty summons, though, just to see what happens: "Wouldn't you know it? You spend your entire personal fortune buying your way into perfect hiding, and then you get called for jury duty!"
Maybe we could ask him?
I've been reading it "Winhexe" all this time and thinking about a hexadecimal resource editor I used to use back in the Windows 3.1 days. I'm old and blind.
Oh, and the project itself sounds cool as hell.
Of course, on a motorcycle, the consequences of an error are far more dramatic. Powerful motorcycles are dangerous in the hands of those with no sense of their own mortality. Many high performance sports bikes do not live to see their warranties run out. Graduated licensing would probably be as a good thing in the U.S. as it has been elsewhere.
I am glad that you don't lump all motorcyclists together. I don't think motorcycling's clueless::clueful ratio is much different than the general population's.
One note about motorcycles tending to go faster than general traffic. I invite dispute on this, but I am a firm believer that on a motorcycle, one is far safer traveling at least slightly faster than the flow of traffic. The reason is very simple: a rider can see what is ahead of him and what is approaching from ahead, far better than he can see what is approaching from behind. More to the point, he has far more control over situations in front of him than behind him. Consequently, it makes sense to cause the situations in front to approach and the situations in back to recede. The way to do this is to go slightly faster than the flow of traffic. This tactic does not absolve a rider his responsibility to monitor his mirrors, of course, as there is always somebody faster and stupider somewhere behind him.
That is no excuse to use the freeway as a slalom course. But stop-and-go traffic is a different story <grin>.
Besides, the GW has a sufficiently large windscreen that an in-helmet display is pointless. Just put the display up there and be done with it---you barely have to refocus your eyes.
Nah. I'd hate to get complacent. Optimism is probably the most dangerous mental habit of the commuting motorcyclist.