Aside from the detail that Harley-Davidson claims that since the name Harley-Davidson is trademarked, the phrase "We work on Harleys" is a violation of the trademark.
For this reason, you now see "we work on American cruisers" on those signs, much to the delight of Victory and the gang.
The fact that SGI removed it anyway, indicates that there is SOME DOUBT about that.
No, it suggests that SCO may try to use it in a lawsuit anyway and since it was trivial to remove, they removed it. This has far more to do with our "you never can tell what's actually safe" tort system than anything based in legitimate fact. Have you seen the signs on some gas pumps that you shouldn't use your cell phone while pumping gas? Same thing: absolutely no basis in fact, but you may as well put the sticker on the pump, just in case.
In other news, SCO leapt from behind a bush and yelled "BOOGA BOOGA BOOGA!" at some schoolchildren in hopes they would throw their lunch money down and run away.
I'll admit I come from the old school of user interface design; e.g. fuck 'em. This is most of the reason I prefer back end development, or development where the target user is another developer.
Spolsky seems to have a good grasp on the idea of Joint Application Development: you have to sit down with the users and ask them how best to make your software help them do their job. It is much more important to have software whose process model is intuitively obvious to your user than anything about how it looks or feels. The only way you'll ever know what passes for "intuitively obvious" is to sit down with your users and find out from them.
Unless you have in-person access to a large pool of potential users, this advice doesn't work quite as well for shrinkwrap software. When making something any fool can use, only a fool will use it. And from the old school, fuck 'em.
I have a feeling that he's halfway hoping somebody will pie him. That way, he can point at us and say we're rabid, we assaulted him, he's a martyr, we're petty. Stuff like that.
Maybe just turning your back the moment he walks up, and refusing to shake his hand. If there's an open mike, just say, "You're wrong, Mr. McBride," and sit back down.
Or better yet have a good old fashioned picket line outside. "DOWN WITH DARL" "SCO == IP THEFT", that sort of thing.
If your department uses HP printers with alphanumeric displays, you can send them PCL commands to change the text. Back in the DOS days, I could see the printer from my office, and I wrote a.bat file to do just that.
We had this one jackass who always ripped pages out while they were still feeding. I waited until he did that and send "STOP THAT!" He stared at it, looked around, and looked again only to see "00 READY" staring back at him.
A secretary came over and it said "hi Wanda!" on it. When she got all her pages it said "bye Wanda" and she waved bye-bye at it.
Some of the secretaries decided the printer was haunted, so being a fan of The Shining I changed it to "666 REDRUM" one day, then got distracted, then went to lunch. When I came back, the network guys were all standing around the printer, poring over the manual, waiting to hear back from HP, fretting. They asked me if anything was wrong with the printer. "Why?" I asked. "It says something's wrong with the drum. Do we have an extra drum?"
I about fell over laughing, and they got a kick out of it.
I was in charge of the Coke machine my Junior Year. Coke, Diet Coke, Sprite, Mello Yello were the big four, but the vendor kept giving us cases of stuff like Fanta, ginger ale, Dr. Pepper, whatever. For that stuff we piled it all into one bin and marked the button "Random".
You'd be surprised how often that bin emptied first.
So to determine the distance at which a 20 kg exerts the same attractive gravitational force on you:
G * m(you) * m(Saturn) / 1.2e12^2 = G * m(you) * m(dog) / d^2
Solving for d with a 20 kg dog:
d = sqrt(20 * 1.44e24 / 5.63e26)
leaving 0.226m or about nine inches. So on a cold night, yes, your dog is exerts more gravitational force on you (and the covers) than Saturn.
It's called the Law of Non-Reciprocal expectations:
Positive expectations yield negative results.
Negative expectations yield negative results.
A special case of this is the demo effect: The best way to make your pride-and-joy crash on the first keypress is to invite your boss's boss in to watch it run.
Likewise, the only way to attract spam is by trying to avoid it.
Find some known spam that contains an "Opt out" link.
Examine the URL.
If the URL contains an e-mail address, replace it with the spam candidate's address and browse that page.
If the URL is simple, go to that page and enter the spam candidate's address in the provided form.
If the URL contains a complex string of some sort, do not use it. It may be a database lookup for your valid (e.g. non-candidate) address.
Barring that, find some Yahoo! groups that are sex-related but (a) low traffic, and (b) subscription only. Typically these claim to be for some webcam or exhibitionist. Join up using the spam candidate's address. Odds are you have given your e-mail address to a spammer.
Go to any sex-related Website that offers free samples in exchange for your e-mail address. Enter the spam candidate's address. You have given the address to a spammer.
A security guard at the gate can screen for more than one airplane, but yah, a guard at the cockpit door is a stronger defense.
Israel's national airline, El Al, has had considerable experience dealing with highjackers. You have to go through a mantrap to get into the cockpit.
The biggest problem is that this was a new tactic, and it took until the fourth flight (the Pennsylvania flight) to determine that the old defense (cooperate) was broken and to come up with a semi-successful new defense (fight them).
1) The knives were boxcutters, and may have been smuggled aboard the plane on previous flights. What happens if they catch you taking a boxcutter through security? They take it away. Maybe: Once I took a pipe wrench (not a very large one) through security at RDU. They asked to see it, then told me it was contraband. I said, "Fine, take it," and they replied, "Oh, well never mind then. Enjoy your flight."
2) There were no armed security guards aboard the planes.
3) The cockpit doors were locked. The hijackers held a knife to a flight attendants throat and said "unlock the door".
Back in the good old days, remember, hijackers took a plane's crew hostage as a negotiating tactic, so it's best to cooperate with them to reduce loss of life.
The Wildlife Reserves Singapore (WRS), which runs the Singapore Zoo, has set up a bank of sperm and animal tissue in order to help preserve endangered species. And someone has to collect the samples. Daily
Don't they have several species of pissed-off endangered tiger there?
This letter is not written to us. I don't care who it's addressed to, where it appears, who is cited in it, it is not written to us.
The intended audience of any open letter is third parties, and in this case the third parties are those who don't have the time, the inside knowledge, or the resources to check the facts and see for themselves that the bullshit quotient went asymptotic by the end of the first paragraph.
The intended audience is the business commmunity. The intended audience is investors.
The intended audience is the idiots who are driving SCO's stock up, and up, and up.
There is a use for these devices: People who have to spend eight hours at a time moving around in large, relatively smooth areas.
In downtown Atlanta, the downtown Ambassadors ride them from place to place, helping visitors get where they need to go all around a roughly six square mile area.
In factories and plants, supervisors, inspectors and sundry maintenance folks have to traverse the floor/compound all the time. Making all the passages wide enough for two golf carts to pass one another makes for some expensive design decisions.
And of course, there are many, many folks with disabilities such that they can stand for a good while, but can't walk very long at all.
Folks need to quit asking what kind of toy this is, and start asking what kind of tool it is.
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For this reason, you now see "we work on American cruisers" on those signs, much to the delight of Victory and the gang.
"who is more technologically savvy, your average hacker or your average politician?" Your average monkey.
Yes, but you still have to teach them to fly backwards.
"You keep using that word. I do not think it means what you think it means."
In other news, SCO leapt from behind a bush and yelled "BOOGA BOOGA BOOGA!" at some schoolchildren in hopes they would throw their lunch money down and run away.
Spolsky seems to have a good grasp on the idea of Joint Application Development: you have to sit down with the users and ask them how best to make your software help them do their job. It is much more important to have software whose process model is intuitively obvious to your user than anything about how it looks or feels. The only way you'll ever know what passes for "intuitively obvious" is to sit down with your users and find out from them.
Unless you have in-person access to a large pool of potential users, this advice doesn't work quite as well for shrinkwrap software. When making something any fool can use, only a fool will use it. And from the old school, fuck 'em.
Maybe just turning your back the moment he walks up, and refusing to shake his hand. If there's an open mike, just say, "You're wrong, Mr. McBride," and sit back down.
Or better yet have a good old fashioned picket line outside. "DOWN WITH DARL" "SCO == IP THEFT", that sort of thing.
We had this one jackass who always ripped pages out while they were still feeding. I waited until he did that and send "STOP THAT!" He stared at it, looked around, and looked again only to see "00 READY" staring back at him.
A secretary came over and it said "hi Wanda!" on it. When she got all her pages it said "bye Wanda" and she waved bye-bye at it.
Some of the secretaries decided the printer was haunted, so being a fan of The Shining I changed it to "666 REDRUM" one day, then got distracted, then went to lunch. When I came back, the network guys were all standing around the printer, poring over the manual, waiting to hear back from HP, fretting. They asked me if anything was wrong with the printer. "Why?" I asked. "It says something's wrong with the drum. Do we have an extra drum?"
I about fell over laughing, and they got a kick out of it.
Makes a great .profile heart attack.
Type sleep 1 & at your $ to see the correct spacing.
Put up a Dialogue Box that says SETI: Probable match found record 38363243. Probability 99.99947%. Press OK to send [OK].
Then when they click OK, BSOD them. Hopefully they've invited all their friends over to watch.
You'd be surprised how often that bin emptied first.
Perhaps this prize's symbolic nature would be clearer if instead of $100 is was a pair of rusty pliers.
I've been trying to get her to use Write instead, but she's not biting.
So to determine the distance at which a 20 kg exerts the same attractive gravitational force on you:
G * m(you) * m(Saturn) / 1.2e12^2 = G * m(you) * m(dog) / d^2
Solving for d with a 20 kg dog:
d = sqrt(20 * 1.44e24 / 5.63e26) leaving 0.226m or about nine inches. So on a cold night, yes, your dog is exerts more gravitational force on you (and the covers) than Saturn.
- Positive expectations yield negative results.
- Negative expectations yield negative results.
A special case of this is the demo effect: The best way to make your pride-and-joy crash on the first keypress is to invite your boss's boss in to watch it run.Likewise, the only way to attract spam is by trying to avoid it.
Barring that, find some Yahoo! groups that are sex-related but (a) low traffic, and (b) subscription only. Typically these claim to be for some webcam or exhibitionist. Join up using the spam candidate's address. Odds are you have given your e-mail address to a spammer.
Go to any sex-related Website that offers free samples in exchange for your e-mail address. Enter the spam candidate's address. You have given the address to a spammer.
Ask me how I know.
Israel's national airline, El Al, has had considerable experience dealing with highjackers. You have to go through a mantrap to get into the cockpit.
The biggest problem is that this was a new tactic, and it took until the fourth flight (the Pennsylvania flight) to determine that the old defense (cooperate) was broken and to come up with a semi-successful new defense (fight them).
Guess I should stay away from the kosher meal next time.
1) The knives were boxcutters, and may have been smuggled aboard the plane on previous flights. What happens if they catch you taking a boxcutter through security? They take it away. Maybe: Once I took a pipe wrench (not a very large one) through security at RDU. They asked to see it, then told me it was contraband. I said, "Fine, take it," and they replied, "Oh, well never mind then. Enjoy your flight."
2) There were no armed security guards aboard the planes.
3) The cockpit doors were locked. The hijackers held a knife to a flight attendants throat and said "unlock the door".
Back in the good old days, remember, hijackers took a plane's crew hostage as a negotiating tactic, so it's best to cooperate with them to reduce loss of life.
We'll win. But not without winning these fights along the way.
Don't they have several species of pissed-off endangered tiger there?
This letter is not written to us. I don't care who it's addressed to, where it appears, who is cited in it, it is not written to us.
The intended audience of any open letter is third parties, and in this case the third parties are those who don't have the time, the inside knowledge, or the resources to check the facts and see for themselves that the bullshit quotient went asymptotic by the end of the first paragraph.
The intended audience is the business commmunity. The intended audience is investors.
The intended audience is the idiots who are driving SCO's stock up, and up, and up.
In downtown Atlanta, the downtown Ambassadors ride them from place to place, helping visitors get where they need to go all around a roughly six square mile area.
In factories and plants, supervisors, inspectors and sundry maintenance folks have to traverse the floor/compound all the time. Making all the passages wide enough for two golf carts to pass one another makes for some expensive design decisions.
And of course, there are many, many folks with disabilities such that they can stand for a good while, but can't walk very long at all.
Folks need to quit asking what kind of toy this is, and start asking what kind of tool it is.
Of course, as toys go, it is kinda funky...
Fischer la Belle does alright. Slightly floral, good nose. Not too filling. They also do a bitter.