As a password when I was a wee lad, I used to sing "Marry had a little lamb" while typing out it's corresponding telephone notation on the keyboard numpad. It was a suprisingly effective way to remember a huge string of numbers and symbols. I remember it as clear as day:
Grab a handset and dial: 65456665556**6545666655654
Good luck cracking that password.
And just for fun, here's a nifty grown-up password system I use that ensures an easy to remember password that is different for everything you visit:
1.) Pick a word. - ex: apple
2.) L33t-a-fie it - ex: 4pp13
3.) Take the first three letters of the domain/service you're using and add them somehow. - (ex: slashdot, gmail, amazon)
- If you're visiting GMail, your password becomes: gma4pp13
- If you're visiting slashdot your password becomes: sla4pp13
- If you're visiting Amazon your password becomes: ama4pp13
Now you have an easily memorable password that is different for every single place you use it, yet very secure and garbled.
* For added swank, use a foreign base word.
* You could also disburse your destination letters differently. IE, gma4pp13 becomes g4mpap13
I can't think of any games that would fall within the guidelines of the proposed bill off the top of my head, but a book very popular with Jack Thompson, along with countless other adults and minors, did come to mind. I would be here for a long time if I listed all the heart warming family tales about incest, rape, and murder, so I picked just a few that delbt with children in particular:
Numbers 31:17 Now therefore kill every male among the little ones. Deuteronomy 2:34 utterly destroyed the men and the women and the little ones. Deuteronomy 28:53 And thou shalt eat the fruit of thine own body, the flesh of thy sons and of thy daughters. I Samuel 15:3 slay both man and woman, infant and suckling. 2 Kings 8:12 dash their children, and rip up their women with child. 2 Kings 15:16 all the women therein that were with child he ripped up. Isaiah 13:16 Their children also shall be dashed to pieces before their eyes; their houses shall be spoiled and their wives ravished. Isaiah 13:18 They shall have no pity on the fruit of the womb; their eyes shall not spare children. Lamentations 2:20 Shall the women eat their fruit, and children. Ezekiel 9:6 Slay utterly old and young, both maids and little children. Hosea 9:14 give them a miscarrying womb and dry breasts. Hosea 13:16 their infants shall be dashed in pieces, and their women with child shall be ripped up.
My God... You sub 5 digiters... How do you do it? Every post is an elegant stroke of artistic wisdom; neigh an iron fist of doom! It's as if pre-5 digit slashdotters are part of a secret society of word tamers. An ancient and dying people they are, surfacing only in the darkest of times to smote thy noob and vanquish thy tard.
After five months of waiting, the movie finally arrives! He walks in, presents his ticket, and enters the theater. He quickly finds the perfect seat. Sitting down, he smiles, knowing his moment is finally here.
Then, about 15 minutes into the movie, he realizes something horrible. The older gentleman behind him is breathing REALLY loud out of his nose. For the remainder of the movie, he can do nothing but focus on the slow inhale and exhale as this mans nostrals create that perfect sleepy-time-nose-wheezing sound.
BAH! N64 indeed. An honest mistake. I was up till 5am, defending middle earth. Before going to bed, I zipped by the ol' slashdot and jotted this story down.
So, yeah. My bad. I shoulda had Stephen Glass proofread this. Sorry bub.;)
A handful of years back, in a time when my morals weren't exactly as defined as they are now, (heh) I really wanted the brand spankin new "Super Smash Bros." for Super Nintendo. Problem was, I was fresh outta coppers. Yep. Not a dime to my name. So I 'borrowed' my dad's credit card, (who I share the same name with. Rock.) and headed on down to Kmart and bought the game.
Obviously all this hard work of buying video games would make anybody hungry, so I went to silence my grumbling belly meats by making a stop to the Burger King. After ordering my food and taking a seat, I began to unwrap my new Super Smash Bros video game over an 8-piece chicken tender value meal.
It is here where the clouds parted, and God himself reached down and touched me. It is here, that I calculated and measured the exact balance and weight of the Super Smash Bros cartridge in comparison to the equal amount of ketchup packets.
I took the packets and placed them neatly back in the cardboard game housing, packaging everything back up. I took the instruction manual as well, and replaced that with a good 7 or 8 napkins, folded rather nicely. Then, I went next store to Office Max, and had them shrink-wrap the game. Viola. Slap on one of them sticky-hangy-tab thingies, and you got yourself a game fresh off the shelf from behind those locked glass windows.
So, now the scary part. Time to find a differant Kmart. Sweaty and horribly nervous looking, I went inside to make the return. I claimed something to the tune of it being my birthday and that I had already owned this gift, so I wanted to return it. Everything went surprisingly smooth, except for the camera staring at my face. I still wont go back there to this day.:)
Now - Think about the possible following scenario for just a moment. Imagine - Your in your early teens, and you did your chores. It was a nice sunny weekend afternoon, and your dad felt like doing somethin nice for you. He remembers you going off about that new game. He buys it, brings it home to surpise you... your so excited! You guys have one of those rare but really heart felt father and son kinda hugs. Life, is perfect...
You open the box to your new game. In it, you find a small brick of ketchup packets and neatly folded napkins.
Sweet Jesus, I would give my first newborn child to a rabbid tiger just to see that facial expression.
PS: I used to work at Office Max. One day, a guy came back in after just buying a typewriter. Instead of a typewriter, he found a bag of potting soil. He was irate - I smiled. =)
A man flying in a hot air balloon realizes that he is lost, so he reduces his altitude and spots a man on the ground down below. Lowering the balloon a little further, the balloonist shouts "Excuse me Sir! But can you help me? I promised my friend that I would meet him half an hour ago, but I don't know where I am!"
The man on the ground replies, "Yes. You are in a hot air balloon, hovering at approximately 30 feet. You are between 40 and 41 degrees north latitude, and between 58 and 59 degrees west longitude."
"You must be a geologist," says the balloonist.
"Why, yes I am," replies the man on the ground. "How on earth did you know?"
"Well", says the balloonist, "Everything you have told me is well described. It is also technically and geographically accurate. However, I have no idea what to make of your information, and the fact of the matter is I have spent much valuable time conversing with you and I am still lost. Furthermore, I will not be able to make my appointment now."
The geologist below nods his head and says, "You must be a manager in an oil company."
"Why, yes I am," replies the balloonist, "But how did you guess that?"
"Well," says the geologist, "You have no idea where you are or where you are going. Also, you have made a promise which you have no idea how to keep, and you expect me to solve your problem for you. The real fact of the matter is that you are in exactly the same position now as what you were in before we met, yet now your predicament has somehow become my fault."
One more:
Here in California, when a bridge falls down, we know it must be San Andreas' Fault!
You get it on with your partner. There is anxious anticipation as you start. You start slowly, climbing your way to the top.
There are smiles exchanged, and giggles, maybe even caressing or hand holding. The excitement builds and builds. It nears the top. The expressions on faces become wondrous and excited. Then as it hits the pinnacle, things move very fast. There's a quick motion, the heart races with complete excitement; faces are all in total pleasure. Arms are flailing, heads are bouncing, and there is some noticeable screaming going on.
The rest of the ride is up and down, twisting and turning, lots of bumping, sometimes in the light, sometimes in the dark, sometimes there's a surprise, and sometimes it becomes all too familiar but always...always...at the end, there's a big smile on the face, hair is all messed up and everyone is talking about how great it is while some of them say, "I wanna go again"...
What am I? The Kingda Ka Roller Coaster of course! Sheesh... You pervert.
- Terraserver verifys what appears to be a corporate plaza
- A Google search on this address reveals that this is "Apple Corporate Headquarters"
- Crap. Dead end. Hoagaboom is a liar.:)
My goal was to find out where he lived, systematically pinpoint his neighbors residence, obtain their contact information, then notify them by phone that their neighbor Ryan thinks they are ugly, then post the recorded phone conversation for you all to listen to. Oh well. I tried.:)
When I saw the word "Microsort" I all of a sudden got this mental picture of tiny yellow guys with antennas, about the size of thimbles, called "Booquards" working relentlessly under strict watch from the bigger general Booquards. They needed to hurry and sort various nick nacks. The intergalactic demand for nick nacks is quite high these days, and the distribution of them is very important. Though, Baglork, the first yellow booquard I imagined, is sad because he has to work on his birthday. All he wants to do is go home and enjoy a nice bowl of squishy-o's and watch his favorite TV show. Thats his favorite thing to do. Poor little guy.
When I built my very first PC a couple years back, I thought I would be really hip, and get a better fan for my CPU. I bought one of those baseball sized bricks of metal from Thermaltake, which also later ended up rendering my room into what sounded like an airplane hangar.
Comming home from the computer store giddy and nervous, I began putting the brand new pieces of my computer together. After I screwed in the shiny new motherboard, and dropped the fresh new CPU into its snug little home, I cracked my knuckles with conviction and unpackaged the new fan.
Now, I always heard that fans were difficult to install, requiring awkward pressure to clip into place. This specific fan was no exception, as I soon discovered. I grasped the bulk of copper and slowly and firmly began to slide it into place over the delicate and fragile chip, the plateau of harmony and precision, that would soon be the soul of my new PC.
Then, as if God reached down from the heavens and pushed it himself, my hand slipped. The several pounds of pressure I was applying sent a corner of the copper brick directly into the tiny black Mecca that was my CPU. I watched helplessly in slow motion as a chip of my CPU broke off and went flying into the abyss.
Time stood still, and I could not believe my eyes. That little piece of hardware that just cost me several hundred dollars, now had a CHUNK missing from it. Proportionally speaking, this was akin to a house getting a portion of its roof blown off.
So, wanting to burst into tears at my much anticipated evening gone horribly, horribly wrong, I did not give up. I continued putting my new computer together, damnit.
And ya know what? It worked. To my surprise, I booted it up without a single hitch. I have no idea how or why, or that something so small and delicate could survive such a detrimental blow to what seemed to be a very important piece of its construction, but it did.
I had a horribly depressing phone sales job once where we had to manipulate and bully customers into purchasing crap they didn't need. We had products from anti-depression kits, to your run of the mill ab-buffing machines. In the mountain of cheap junk we were hawking, one product caught my eye. It was called "The See Clearly Method."
When learning about the product we were to sell, they told us the history of eye care, and how the profession has survived. In a nutshell, they explained that much to the way the world of medicine works, cures don't make doctors money. Good vision doesn't make eye doctors money either. As your vision gets worse and worse, you find yourself getting new and stronger eye glass prescriptions over and over. You are a customer for life.
Now, that seemed like a slightly hoaxy sales pitch, but what interested me most, was that it was completely machine and gizmo free. By using the stuff that came in the kit over a period of time, you could repair your eye muscles. It claimed to even get you 100% off of glasses over time. From the website, "The See Clearly Method provides simple techniques that strengthen and relax the eye muscles responsible for focusing so your vision can improve naturally -- in just minutes a day."
Holy crap. My cat already goes bonkers with the mouse pointer in 2D mode. 3D?! She's gonna friggin explode!
I can see it now...
She crouches down, eyes fixed on the Mecca that is my cursor, while time and space come to a stand still...
Eyes fixed, heart beating swiftly, she tactfully wiggles her butt, to confirm her primal instinct. This... this is her moment... her destiny...
..........
... SLAM!!! Kitty head goes face first into hard cold monitor, while simultaneously knocking over a half can of warm Dr. Pepper all over my keyboard.
She twitches her noes and squints her eyes, and runs off feeling sheepish, as I make a half ass attempt to clean off my keyboard with a dirty laundry, cause im to lazy to find paper towels.
We live a stones throw away from an ambulance dispatch center. If that isnt enough, the almost-adult-but-holding-on-to-my-beer-drinking-yo uth idiots next door have made it there goal to be as loud and retarded as possible. Loud is ok. But the being a tard is not. I swear to christ, the conversations I hear make me wanna hurt children. Loud would be ok if it had a little class or taste to it. Nope. Nothin. Just retarded rambling. Mabye if they turned down the -20db bass at 3:24am from the local hip hop station, they could find some time to kill themselves. Unless the ambulance got here before they lost all there blood. (sigh)
You said the movie trilogy would be an unsuccessful adaptation of the book. Yep. A $300 million budget with triple return profits. Nah. It'll never work...
Regardless to ones opinion on whether or not bringing LOTR to film was successful or not, it has brought hundreds of thousands of minds, young and old, to the works of your father and to his books.
I had never read The Lord of the Rings. Never planned to. I saw LOTR, ran and tripped over myself to buy and read those books. I discovered a tangible world of unsurpassed creativity and passion.
Let the dreamers dream. Should Tolkien Enterprises have to look over every painting, writing, thought, or daydream, to see if its in line with your fathers vision?
The LOTR movies are an interpretation of the book, by a handful who loved the book. As cliche as that is, its so very accurate. More lives have been touched by the books than ever before. It is the second highest selling book internationally next to the bible. With Peter Jackson's help, it looks like we might just be giving Jesus a run for his money.;) The more people that work in debt to your father, the better. He is kept alive, through us.
The fans aren't stupid. They know who J. R. R. Tolkien is. These movies have not, and cannot touch that. Don't suppress the creativity of others because your worried it will tarnish his legacy... If anything, these movies, through exploring and digging deeper into the works of your father have only strengthened his honor.
I have a funny feeling that your pops would give Peter Jackson a nice warm smile and firm hug after viewing the movies.
Slightly off-topic, but good question: For the love of god... these damn "Net Send" Spams where you have to click "OK" to close are getting out of hand. I need my system messages, and I dont want to slow down my stuff with a firewall... How in the sam how do I fix this?!?!
All opinions aside, this is a devastating fine for these kids. We should start some sort of paypal donation jar for them. In fact, wouldn't it be neat if the Kazaa people added a new button that said, "Donate here" so that way, we could all band together, make a donation, and essentially nullify the RIAA's fines, rendering them useless. That would be a BEAUTIFUL smack in the face to the RIAA...:)
Slashdot Mirror
As a password when I was a wee lad, I used to sing "Marry had a little lamb" while typing out it's corresponding telephone notation on the keyboard numpad. It was a suprisingly effective way to remember a huge string of numbers and symbols. I remember it as clear as day:
Grab a handset and dial: 65456665556**6545666655654
Good luck cracking that password.
And just for fun, here's a nifty grown-up password system I use that ensures an easy to remember password that is different for everything you visit:
1.) Pick a word. - ex: apple
2.) L33t-a-fie it - ex: 4pp13
3.) Take the first three letters of the domain/service you're using and add them somehow. - (ex: slashdot, gmail, amazon)
- If you're visiting GMail, your password becomes: gma4pp13
- If you're visiting slashdot your password becomes: sla4pp13
- If you're visiting Amazon your password becomes: ama4pp13
Now you have an easily memorable password that is different for every single place you use it, yet very secure and garbled.
* For added swank, use a foreign base word.
* You could also disburse your destination letters differently. IE, gma4pp13 becomes g4mpap13
I can't think of any games that would fall within the guidelines of the proposed bill off the top of my head, but a book very popular with Jack Thompson, along with countless other adults and minors, did come to mind. I would be here for a long time if I listed all the heart warming family tales about incest, rape, and murder, so I picked just a few that delbt with children in particular:
Numbers 31:17 Now therefore kill every male among the little ones.
Deuteronomy 2:34 utterly destroyed the men and the women and the little ones.
Deuteronomy 28:53 And thou shalt eat the fruit of thine own body, the flesh of thy sons and of thy daughters.
I Samuel 15:3 slay both man and woman, infant and suckling.
2 Kings 8:12 dash their children, and rip up their women with child.
2 Kings 15:16 all the women therein that were with child he ripped up.
Isaiah 13:16 Their children also shall be dashed to pieces before their eyes; their houses shall be spoiled and their wives ravished.
Isaiah 13:18 They shall have no pity on the fruit of the womb; their eyes shall not spare children.
Lamentations 2:20 Shall the women eat their fruit, and children.
Ezekiel 9:6 Slay utterly old and young, both maids and little children.
Hosea 9:14 give them a miscarrying womb and dry breasts.
Hosea 13:16 their infants shall be dashed in pieces, and their women with child shall be ripped up.
My God... You sub 5 digiters... How do you do it? Every post is an elegant stroke of artistic wisdom; neigh an iron fist of doom! It's as if pre-5 digit slashdotters are part of a secret society of word tamers. An ancient and dying people they are, surfacing only in the darkest of times to smote thy noob and vanquish thy tard.
Kudos my tiny numbered friend, kudos.
!!!!!!!
:)
*Adds drew to friends list*
I like you.
I can see it now...
After five months of waiting, the movie finally arrives! He walks in, presents his ticket, and enters the theater. He quickly finds the perfect seat. Sitting down, he smiles, knowing his moment is finally here.
Then, about 15 minutes into the movie, he realizes something horrible. The older gentleman behind him is breathing REALLY loud out of his nose. For the remainder of the movie, he can do nothing but focus on the slow inhale and exhale as this mans nostrals create that perfect sleepy-time-nose-wheezing sound.
Crap.
BAH! N64 indeed. An honest mistake. I was up till 5am, defending middle earth. Before going to bed, I zipped by the ol' slashdot and jotted this story down.
;)
So, yeah. My bad. I shoulda had Stephen Glass proofread this. Sorry bub.
A handful of years back, in a time when my morals weren't exactly as defined as they are now, (heh) I really wanted the brand spankin new "Super Smash Bros." for Super Nintendo. Problem was, I was fresh outta coppers. Yep. Not a dime to my name. So I 'borrowed' my dad's credit card, (who I share the same name with. Rock.) and headed on down to Kmart and bought the game.
:)
Obviously all this hard work of buying video games would make anybody hungry, so I went to silence my grumbling belly meats by making a stop to the Burger King. After ordering my food and taking a seat, I began to unwrap my new Super Smash Bros video game over an 8-piece chicken tender value meal.
It is here where the clouds parted, and God himself reached down and touched me. It is here, that I calculated and measured the exact balance and weight of the Super Smash Bros cartridge in comparison to the equal amount of ketchup packets.
I took the packets and placed them neatly back in the cardboard game housing, packaging everything back up. I took the instruction manual as well, and replaced that with a good 7 or 8 napkins, folded rather nicely. Then, I went next store to Office Max, and had them shrink-wrap the game. Viola. Slap on one of them sticky-hangy-tab thingies, and you got yourself a game fresh off the shelf from behind those locked glass windows.
So, now the scary part. Time to find a differant Kmart. Sweaty and horribly nervous looking, I went inside to make the return. I claimed something to the tune of it being my birthday and that I had already owned this gift, so I wanted to return it. Everything went surprisingly smooth, except for the camera staring at my face. I still wont go back there to this day.
Now - Think about the possible following scenario for just a moment. Imagine - Your in your early teens, and you did your chores. It was a nice sunny weekend afternoon, and your dad felt like doing somethin nice for you. He remembers you going off about that new game. He buys it, brings it home to surpise you... your so excited! You guys have one of those rare but really heart felt father and son kinda hugs. Life, is perfect...
You open the box to your new game. In it, you find a small brick of ketchup packets and neatly folded napkins.
Sweet Jesus, I would give my first newborn child to a rabbid tiger just to see that facial expression.
PS: I used to work at Office Max. One day, a guy came back in after just buying a typewriter. Instead of a typewriter, he found a bag of potting soil. He was irate - I smiled. =)
Im not sure whats going on, but the picture has either been slashdotted, or is just taking a REALLY long time to load.
*snare-snare-symbol*
Yeah, so im throwin a mass suicide at my house later today. Email me for directions.
In soviet russia, I for one welcome our new beowulf cluster of galactic space combat regulations.
Its Friday. Be nice. ;)
A man flying in a hot air balloon realizes that he is lost, so he reduces his altitude and spots a man on the ground down below. Lowering the balloon a little further, the balloonist shouts "Excuse me Sir! But can you help me? I promised my friend that I would meet him half an hour ago, but I don't know where I am!" The man on the ground replies, "Yes. You are in a hot air balloon, hovering at approximately 30 feet. You are between 40 and 41 degrees north latitude, and between 58 and 59 degrees west longitude." "You must be a geologist," says the balloonist. "Why, yes I am," replies the man on the ground. "How on earth did you know?" "Well", says the balloonist, "Everything you have told me is well described. It is also technically and geographically accurate. However, I have no idea what to make of your information, and the fact of the matter is I have spent much valuable time conversing with you and I am still lost. Furthermore, I will not be able to make my appointment now." The geologist below nods his head and says, "You must be a manager in an oil company." "Why, yes I am," replies the balloonist, "But how did you guess that?" "Well," says the geologist, "You have no idea where you are or where you are going. Also, you have made a promise which you have no idea how to keep, and you expect me to solve your problem for you. The real fact of the matter is that you are in exactly the same position now as what you were in before we met, yet now your predicament has somehow become my fault."
One more:
Here in California, when a bridge falls down, we know it must be San Andreas' Fault!
Hahahaha!! Sheer comic genius!
You get it on with your partner. There is anxious anticipation as you start. You start slowly, climbing your way to the top.
There are smiles exchanged, and giggles, maybe even caressing or hand holding. The excitement builds and builds. It nears the top. The expressions on faces become wondrous and excited. Then as it hits the pinnacle, things move very fast. There's a quick motion, the heart races with complete excitement; faces are all in total pleasure. Arms are flailing, heads are bouncing, and there is some noticeable screaming going on.
The rest of the ride is up and down, twisting and turning, lots of bumping, sometimes in the light, sometimes in the dark, sometimes there's a surprise, and sometimes it becomes all too familiar but always...always...at the end, there's a big smile on the face, hair is all messed up and everyone is talking about how great it is while some of them say, "I wanna go again"...
What am I? The Kingda Ka Roller Coaster of course! Sheesh... You pervert.
"The educational programmes can be viewed on any television set through a simple low-cost receiver costing about $65."
In India average urban household income is estimated at US$2,847, while also having an average household size estimated around 5.07 people.
Thats like you feeding a family of five on $7.50 a day.
My point being, $65 is not "low-cost" for this part of the world, whether it be schools or familys purchasing this technology.
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Source
- Author of this story = Hoagaboom
:)
:)
- Hoagaboom's slashdot ID link leads to www.hoagy.org
- whois on www.hoagy.org leads to:
Ryan Hoagland
1 Infinite loop
Cupertino, CA 95014 US
- Map quest verifies this address is real
- Terraserver verifys what appears to be a corporate plaza
- A Google search on this address reveals that this is "Apple Corporate Headquarters"
- Crap. Dead end. Hoagaboom is a liar.
My goal was to find out where he lived, systematically pinpoint his neighbors residence, obtain their contact information, then notify them by phone that their neighbor Ryan thinks they are ugly, then post the recorded phone conversation for you all to listen to. Oh well. I tried.
And WIM Who Ivited Microsort
When I saw the word "Microsort" I all of a sudden got this mental picture of tiny yellow guys with antennas, about the size of thimbles, called "Booquards" working relentlessly under strict watch from the bigger general Booquards. They needed to hurry and sort various nick nacks. The intergalactic demand for nick nacks is quite high these days, and the distribution of them is very important. Though, Baglork, the first yellow booquard I imagined, is sad because he has to work on his birthday. All he wants to do is go home and enjoy a nice bowl of squishy-o's and watch his favorite TV show. Thats his favorite thing to do. Poor little guy.
When I built my very first PC a couple years back, I thought I would be really hip, and get a better fan for my CPU. I bought one of those baseball sized bricks of metal from Thermaltake, which also later ended up rendering my room into what sounded like an airplane hangar.
:)
Comming home from the computer store giddy and nervous, I began putting the brand new pieces of my computer together. After I screwed in the shiny new motherboard, and dropped the fresh new CPU into its snug little home, I cracked my knuckles with conviction and unpackaged the new fan.
Now, I always heard that fans were difficult to install, requiring awkward pressure to clip into place. This specific fan was no exception, as I soon discovered. I grasped the bulk of copper and slowly and firmly began to slide it into place over the delicate and fragile chip, the plateau of harmony and precision, that would soon be the soul of my new PC.
Then, as if God reached down from the heavens and pushed it himself, my hand slipped. The several pounds of pressure I was applying sent a corner of the copper brick directly into the tiny black Mecca that was my CPU. I watched helplessly in slow motion as a chip of my CPU broke off and went flying into the abyss.
Time stood still, and I could not believe my eyes. That little piece of hardware that just cost me several hundred dollars, now had a CHUNK missing from it. Proportionally speaking, this was akin to a house getting a portion of its roof blown off.
So, wanting to burst into tears at my much anticipated evening gone horribly, horribly wrong, I did not give up. I continued putting my new computer together, damnit.
And ya know what? It worked. To my surprise, I booted it up without a single hitch. I have no idea how or why, or that something so small and delicate could survive such a detrimental blow to what seemed to be a very important piece of its construction, but it did.
I've since switched to a water cooled PC.
I had a horribly depressing phone sales job once where we had to manipulate and bully customers into purchasing crap they didn't need. We had products from anti-depression kits, to your run of the mill ab-buffing machines. In the mountain of cheap junk we were hawking, one product caught my eye. It was called "The See Clearly Method."
When learning about the product we were to sell, they told us the history of eye care, and how the profession has survived. In a nutshell, they explained that much to the way the world of medicine works, cures don't make doctors money. Good vision doesn't make eye doctors money either. As your vision gets worse and worse, you find yourself getting new and stronger eye glass prescriptions over and over. You are a customer for life.
Now, that seemed like a slightly hoaxy sales pitch, but what interested me most, was that it was completely machine and gizmo free. By using the stuff that came in the kit over a period of time, you could repair your eye muscles. It claimed to even get you 100% off of glasses over time. From the website, "The See Clearly Method provides simple techniques that strengthen and relax the eye muscles responsible for focusing so your vision can improve naturally -- in just minutes a day."
If that interests you, check out the website.
I hope that helps. Even if it doesn't work, I suppose it would be worth a shot before you blast a pulsating laser into your naked retina.
Holy crap. My cat already goes bonkers with the mouse pointer in 2D mode. 3D?! She's gonna friggin explode!
..........
... SLAM!!! Kitty head goes face first into hard cold monitor, while simultaneously knocking over a half can of warm Dr. Pepper all over my keyboard.
I can see it now...
She crouches down, eyes fixed on the Mecca that is my cursor, while time and space come to a stand still...
Eyes fixed, heart beating swiftly, she tactfully wiggles her butt, to confirm her primal instinct. This... this is her moment... her destiny...
She twitches her noes and squints her eyes, and runs off feeling sheepish, as I make a half ass attempt to clean off my keyboard with a dirty laundry, cause im to lazy to find paper towels.
Tupac took on Notorious B.I.G...
Jay-Z took on NAS...
Eminem takes on Apple computers, a skinny-bald-vegen-DJ, and a hand puppet.
Eminem is the greatest! Ive never seen an artist with so much talent! Sheer brilliance! Such mind boggling creativity! I LOVE HIM!
(sigh)
Im gonna go take a shower then kill myself.
We live a stones throw away from an ambulance dispatch center. If that isnt enough, the almost-adult-but-holding-on-to-my-beer-drinking-yo uth idiots next door have made it there goal to be as loud and retarded as possible. Loud is ok. But the being a tard is not. I swear to christ, the conversations I hear make me wanna hurt children. Loud would be ok if it had a little class or taste to it. Nope. Nothin. Just retarded rambling. Mabye if they turned down the -20db bass at 3:24am from the local hip hop station, they could find some time to kill themselves. Unless the ambulance got here before they lost all there blood. (sigh)
Christopher Tolkien... Common buddy. Stop it.
;) The more people that work in debt to your father, the better. He is kept alive, through us.
You said the movie trilogy would be an unsuccessful adaptation of the book. Yep. A $300 million budget with triple return profits. Nah. It'll never work...
Regardless to ones opinion on whether or not bringing LOTR to film was successful or not, it has brought hundreds of thousands of minds, young and old, to the works of your father and to his books.
I had never read The Lord of the Rings. Never planned to. I saw LOTR, ran and tripped over myself to buy and read those books. I discovered a tangible world of unsurpassed creativity and passion.
Let the dreamers dream. Should Tolkien Enterprises have to look over every painting, writing, thought, or daydream, to see if its in line with your fathers vision?
The LOTR movies are an interpretation of the book, by a handful who loved the book. As cliche as that is, its so very accurate. More lives have been touched by the books than ever before. It is the second highest selling book internationally next to the bible. With Peter Jackson's help, it looks like we might just be giving Jesus a run for his money.
The fans aren't stupid. They know who J. R. R. Tolkien is. These movies have not, and cannot touch that. Don't suppress the creativity of others because your worried it will tarnish his legacy... If anything, these movies, through exploring and digging deeper into the works of your father have only strengthened his honor.
I have a funny feeling that your pops would give Peter Jackson a nice warm smile and firm hug after viewing the movies.
So stop being silly. Lets make The Hobbit.
The part about this story that gets to me is that the researcher didn't alert Microsoft before posting to a public mailing list.
So you then submit this story to SLASHDOT?! WTF?!
Gator has a quick and simple feedback form on there website. Let 'em know what you think. :)
http://www.gatorcorporation.com/contact/
Slightly off-topic, but good question: For the love of god... these damn "Net Send" Spams where you have to click "OK" to close are getting out of hand. I need my system messages, and I dont want to slow down my stuff with a firewall... How in the sam how do I fix this?!?!
All opinions aside, this is a devastating fine for these kids. We should start some sort of paypal donation jar for them. In fact, wouldn't it be neat if the Kazaa people added a new button that said, "Donate here" so that way, we could all band together, make a donation, and essentially nullify the RIAA's fines, rendering them useless. That would be a BEAUTIFUL smack in the face to the RIAA... :)