I'm not really chomping at the bit to pay HP to put a desktop box together so I can run Linux on it. If I'm gonna master the installation and configuration of the OS, why wouldn't I be willing to assemble a barebones system?
I want a new computer to be either easy or cheap; this isn't either.
I've been saying this to anyone who will listen for months now: being connected to random lunatics who happen to also like the Stay-Puft Marshmallow Man just as one of my actual friends does is not valuable or interesting.
There's no reason this isn't equivalent to spamming Friendster. What's going to stop "Viagra" or "UltraMegaPenis supplements" from joining up and making 'friends'?
I think this makes quite a difference. The control I exercise over my privacy is directly correlated with my perception of its use. I only worry about it if I feel there's a reasonable potential for abuse. At this point that feeling is often based on naive assumptions, I know, but with a notifcation system I'd be substantially better informed.
Separate from any given protection scheme, I'd very much like to be informed about who wants my info and ideally why, though if I know the who I suppose I can ask them why myself.
The way I see it, this only works with really good profiles, or sliding pay scales. You have to pay me much more to listen to a pitch about tampons than about football, for instance. Call me close-minded, but I do have strong preferences. So either (preferably) never call me about tampons, or allow me to easily set prices on different topics for interruption. Probably a "willing to listen" list might suffice, since if I charge a lot to listen to a topic I probably am not a potential customer anyway.
This really is quite an experience. My fondest memory is running around the Harrah's East Casino in Gary, Indiana looking for "petri from Harrah's". Got a High Roller card out of it.
FYI, it was a pet rock, not a dish for fungus-growing.
Go Snell-Hitchcock!
I used to have time to take a shower while waiting for 10.1 to boot in the mornings. 10.2 has it down to a few sips of coffee. Maybe it was that goddamn Happy Mac hogging memory all those years. Who'dve thought?
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I'm not really chomping at the bit to pay HP to put a desktop box together so I can run Linux on it. If I'm gonna master the installation and configuration of the OS, why wouldn't I be willing to assemble a barebones system? I want a new computer to be either easy or cheap; this isn't either.
There's no reason this isn't equivalent to spamming Friendster. What's going to stop "Viagra" or "UltraMegaPenis supplements" from joining up and making 'friends'?
The control I exercise over my privacy is directly correlated with my perception of its use. I only worry about it if I feel there's a reasonable potential for abuse. At this point that feeling is often based on naive assumptions, I know, but with a notifcation system I'd be substantially better informed.
Separate from any given protection scheme, I'd very much like to be informed about who wants my info and ideally why, though if I know the who I suppose I can ask them why myself.
Play me out, not up. New Jack slang is a dangerous thing to mess with if you're not equipped.
The way I see it, this only works with really good profiles, or sliding pay scales. You have to pay me much more to listen to a pitch about tampons than about football, for instance. Call me close-minded, but I do have strong preferences. So either (preferably) never call me about tampons, or allow me to easily set prices on different topics for interruption. Probably a "willing to listen" list might suffice, since if I charge a lot to listen to a topic I probably am not a potential customer anyway.
This really is quite an experience. My fondest memory is running around the Harrah's East Casino in Gary, Indiana looking for "petri from Harrah's". Got a High Roller card out of it. FYI, it was a pet rock, not a dish for fungus-growing. Go Snell-Hitchcock!
I used to have time to take a shower while waiting for 10.1 to boot in the mornings. 10.2 has it down to a few sips of coffee. Maybe it was that goddamn Happy Mac hogging memory all those years. Who'dve thought?