Except it isn't the human that puts the extension on.
I know a fair number of longtime Unix users who put ".doc" on the end of text files that contain documentation. That's an example of using the filename to know what's in the file. ".doc" to mean "Word opens me" is not going to mean much to a complete newbie who doesn't already know that correlation.
"People know Shampoo isn't going to turn crappy hair into fantastic model-esque hair"
You'd think so, but no. Back when I was in high school I had a job for one day as the person you talked to after the annoying mall survey procurer dragged you in. I quit because when I asked my first survey victim whether she thought an expensive shampoo would make her "beautiful" based just on the ad, she said yes. She was around 20, high school dropout, made minimum wage - so she'd have to work two hours just to buy the shampoo - and was, quite frankly, plain enough that nothing was going to make her "beautiful". It was then I decided that advertising was so immoral that I wanted no part of it, even at that low a level.
Seriously, guys, I've been in this industry for twenty years and the number of creepy geeky lives-in-his-parent's-basement types I've met is practically nil. Find another excuse. I'd try, but despite being female and a programmer since 1980, I haven't a clue. Though I will point out that I had a computer that I could program in high school; how many kids today do the same?
Actually it was worse than that - people *did* tell them that yes, their RPG journals listed dodgy interests, but the profile page also had big disclaimers saying "this is a fictional villian, yes we know he's bad, that's the point, but this RPG doesn't allow actually writing about those things, and anyone who shares his interests needs to stay far away from us" and yet got the same boilerplate "your journal is being permanently suspended for encouraging illegal activities" response.
One of the so-called illegal activites was "beating people up" - which bad guys *do* (and for that matter, so did I, when I took karate. But it was all consentual).
So some people have to get together to be the "blogeditors" and actively search for good blog articles every day, and readers have a place to go. It's like a selective RSS service.
There are Livejournal communities that do exactly that. I didn't see much point in LJs (the only people I knew personally who had them used them for such things as keeping the grandparents up to date on the sprogs) until I discovered comms.
Yep. My first car had an 8-Track player. My next two cars had cassette tape, and my latest has CD - and an iPod hookup.
Actually 8-track was the easiest to deal with in a car. Big, so it didn't get lost and you didn't have to fumble with it while driving. No worries about scratches - I've hardly ever used the CD player.
I wasn't even picked on in high school. I don't think I even registered to the sort of girls who'd do that - but then, we weren't even in the same classes. I was in physics and calculus (and those classes had a fairly even male/female ratio); they were in home ech. None of my friends would have cared what some twit in a home ech class thought.
Been doing this for over 20 years, never met anyone even close to that description. I know that's supposed to be the media stereotype, but other than the red-stapler guy in Office Space, I'm not even sure that's true - the Lone Gunmen are my first thought when I think of geeks on TV. (The actors were at the Mac OS X ship party, and fit in perfectly)
Speaking as a girl geek, there've been several occasions where guys have expressed "interest in something more" and I've obliviously mistaken it as mere friendliness.
For example, I didn't realise till the next morning why I got to monopolise the prototype Mac that Apple brought to the computer club in early 1984. I was too interested in the computer to even notice.
That's nothing new. When I was in high school I had a job for 1 day as an annoying mall survey person - not the one who accosts you in the mall, but the one who asks the questions once you've been captured.
Had to ask a woman (mid 20's, high school drop out, and quite frankly couldn't even approach pretty without plastic surgery) if, after looking at an ad, she thought some shampoo that cost more than she made in an hour would make her "beautiful". Was totally shocked when she said yes, and decided I couldn't do a job where the point was to find people's misconceptions and exploit them.
But first you have to buy the CD - what I've used lyrics sites for most often is "hey, that song on the radio was pretty good - wonder who the artist is?" Most of my recent iTunes purchases came after doing something like that - and on occasion I've even bought the entire CD.
Except it isn't the human that puts the extension on. I know a fair number of longtime Unix users who put ".doc" on the end of text files that contain documentation. That's an example of using the filename to know what's in the file. ".doc" to mean "Word opens me" is not going to mean much to a complete newbie who doesn't already know that correlation.
"People know Shampoo isn't going to turn crappy hair into fantastic model-esque hair"
You'd think so, but no. Back when I was in high school I had a job for one day as the person you talked to after the annoying mall survey procurer dragged you in. I quit because when I asked my first survey victim whether she thought an expensive shampoo would make her "beautiful" based just on the ad, she said yes. She was around 20, high school dropout, made minimum wage - so she'd have to work two hours just to buy the shampoo - and was, quite frankly, plain enough that nothing was going to make her "beautiful". It was then I decided that advertising was so immoral that I wanted no part of it, even at that low a level.
Seriously, guys, I've been in this industry for twenty years and the number of creepy geeky lives-in-his-parent's-basement types I've met is practically nil. Find another excuse. I'd try, but despite being female and a programmer since 1980, I haven't a clue. Though I will point out that I had a computer that I could program in high school; how many kids today do the same?
Actually, by the time it hit Slashdot, the apology was only an hour or so away.
Actually it was worse than that - people *did* tell them that yes, their RPG journals listed dodgy interests, but the profile page also had big disclaimers saying "this is a fictional villian, yes we know he's bad, that's the point, but this RPG doesn't allow actually writing about those things, and anyone who shares his interests needs to stay far away from us" and yet got the same boilerplate "your journal is being permanently suspended for encouraging illegal activities" response.
One of the so-called illegal activites was "beating people up" - which bad guys *do* (and for that matter, so did I, when I took karate. But it was all consentual).
Don't forget the "and if the copyright holders get pissed off, don't look to us for help" clause.
Wouldn't it be cheaper just to upgrade to a WAP cell phone?
There are Livejournal communities that do exactly that. I didn't see much point in LJs (the only people I knew personally who had them used them for such things as keeping the grandparents up to date on the sprogs) until I discovered comms.
Actually 8-track was the easiest to deal with in a car. Big, so it didn't get lost and you didn't have to fumble with it while driving. No worries about scratches - I've hardly ever used the CD player.
I don't believe in those things. How can they possibly know when to shift without a computer?
Cryptography goes back much farther than that. The third book in the Steganographia series was only decoded recently - and was written around 1499.
I'd go with practicality. There's less chance of the earbud cords getting caught on the treadmill parts, or even just pulled out by arm movement.
I wasn't even picked on in high school. I don't think I even registered to the sort of girls who'd do that - but then, we weren't even in the same classes. I was in physics and calculus (and those classes had a fairly even male/female ratio); they were in home ech. None of my friends would have cared what some twit in a home ech class thought.
Been doing this for over 20 years, never met anyone even close to that description. I know that's supposed to be the media stereotype, but other than the red-stapler guy in Office Space, I'm not even sure that's true - the Lone Gunmen are my first thought when I think of geeks on TV. (The actors were at the Mac OS X ship party, and fit in perfectly)
I'm female. I started college in 1983, and I never noticed any gender bias.
Why didn't anyone tell me that when I was in school?
Just kidding. Where's the fun in letting someone else solve the cool problems for you?
Maybe my experience wasn't typical, but I'm female and I never got any sense that I wasn't wanted in CS.
For example, I didn't realise till the next morning why I got to monopolise the prototype Mac that Apple brought to the computer club in early 1984. I was too interested in the computer to even notice.
Had to ask a woman (mid 20's, high school drop out, and quite frankly couldn't even approach pretty without plastic surgery) if, after looking at an ad, she thought some shampoo that cost more than she made in an hour would make her "beautiful". Was totally shocked when she said yes, and decided I couldn't do a job where the point was to find people's misconceptions and exploit them.
Unless it stars Madonna.
There are a *few* non-Clear Channel stations around :)
But first you have to buy the CD - what I've used lyrics sites for most often is "hey, that song on the radio was pretty good - wonder who the artist is?" Most of my recent iTunes purchases came after doing something like that - and on occasion I've even bought the entire CD.
According to the article (what I can make out through their overly verbose style, that is) steering is a problem they haven't worked out yet.
Frank Herbert, either Whipping Star or The Dosadi Experiment
ODYSSEUS: Hey, man, what up?
ACHILLES: Nothin' much [dodge, parry, stab]. Just teaching Patroclus [dodge, parry, dodge] to fight [stab].
ODYSSEUS: Lookin' good there, kid. What is he, your--
ACHILLES: Cousin. He's my cousin. Cousin. Totally my cousin. In conclusion: Cousin.