Well...since everyone is well aware that ninety-eight percent of all meetings/presentations are either useless or downright counterproductive, perhaps we should ditch the lot of it. Such losses as would be incurred by the deletion of the two percent of productive meetings/presentations would be far more than offset by the gains of not having to countenance the rest of it.
I suppose if you MUST deal in pretty pictures and a bit of text, a printed handout that people could follow along with should do nicely. Hell, they might even be able to go back and refer to some of the material later on and even (gasp) take notes upon it!
This eventuality, of course, stands no chance of ever taking place in the world of wingtip shoes, horrid ties, and all the rest of the Form Over Function world of grown-up weenies and their damnable inclinations to impress with mere looks as opposed to actual substance. Sigh.
Indeed. And the most amusing aspect of it all is that the Americans, in there own inimitable way, have managed to step on everyone's toes by placing themselves squarely upon the apex of all those triangular claims with that South Pole base of theirs. Too funny!
I'm guessing that if the queeen had a lick of sense she'd say, "Toss him out on the ice and let him eat penguin," but I suppose that if she was so inclined, she might instead decide to come down there and give those unhelpful blokes a swat across the ear with her parasol for commiting the grave injustice of stopping at mere food and shelter in a more or less martian environment.
...points to a plack of Paid by Intel on the side of the Telescope.
Nah, they'll probably just have a 30 meter one of these on the back side of the mirror.
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most of the examples cited by the reviewer can be gleaned from cursory investigations of the chronosynclastic infundibulum or (heavens forbid) a quick query of the early medieval central European political succession contents.
True enough, but we're not all capable of understanding this stuff even when we're looking directly at it. Ergo, this sort of book for the less well endowed mentally, when it comes to dealing with such childishly simple subject matter.
Apparently it helps if you're possessed of a less than fully pleasant personality.
I've got ALL of 'em trained to fork it over when I come around and bail them out. Barter is my favorite, but cash will do just fine, thank you.
From my own (warped) perspective, this is good news. Crapware removal is my bread and butter. It's excellent from a 'repeat business' point of view, also. I clean their machine, give 'em a stern lecture, and then find myself coming back to repeat the process. Nice to see that Dell has taken such a kindly interest in my financial well-being.
Nothing beats living close to the beach. The five minute walk to it is what it takes me to relax
Be sure to bring the surfboard when you do. Surfing seems to attract people with an excess of personality. Some good, some bad, but almost never the dull gray sorts. Working at home allows for an ability to hit the waves whenever it's firing. Loads of fun, on and off the beach, for those who can take it.
If they are going to grow like they have in the past, they need to...
If they are going to grow like they have in the past, we're gonna have to populate a few new planets and then let the sonofabitches take monopoly shares of the OS market there too!
The ONLY reason advertising is allowed is because we, as a society, permit it.
The ONLY reason advertising is allowed is because it pays the fucking bills.
The trick consists in keeping the shit to a half-reasonable minimum without putting everybody out of business, and no two humans seem to agree on what, exactly, a "half-reasonable" minimum actually consists of.
Have anyone who wants upload their GPS "track" data to a central site...a few volunteers could add names and addressing schemes
Not to sound like a mean old man (well ok, I am a mean old man), but the hardest part of any such project would be sifting the bullshit out from the data.
There's just too many ways for erroneous input to be included in such a vast database: Folks with an obnoxious "sense of humor," people with Things To Hide, grudge holders against various and sundry people, places, and things, government wombats with strange agendas, and never forget the Great Slimy Shoal of Lawyers who would seek to reorder things on behalf of Bob Knows Who, for Bob Knows What kind of reason. Pure random stupidity and mistakes cannot be ignored either.
Odds of actually achieving a useful, properly updated, set of data aren't actually zero, but they're pretty damn close.
Can you believe all the idiocy people are slagging around about that bird? Yeah, I grew up just south of PAFB, had both parents who worked out there, and watched 'em all (excepting Apollo 17 and Skylab, I was off in Hawaii playing tag with 10 meter waves), and NONE of what them mopes are yapping about is on the mark. You're the ONLY one so far that seems to have so much as HALF a handle on the sonic effects (The doodybird above pasting in unchecked "facts" about "pulverized skeletons" is so wrong he's funny, and the idiot trying to tell us that the Launch Blast Danger Zone is 3 miles because of sound is just plain WRONG [I do believe we need a new mod point -1 for "wrong," please take note slashdot eds.]).
People who get their "information" from tour gides, the discovery channel, or other equally dubious sources deserve every rotten thing that happens to 'em!
As an interesting side note, nobody seems to appreciate the size, power, and SOUND of a Space Shuttle launch.
I'll leave it as an exercise for the student to compare the takeoff thrust of the two vehicles (hint: that Shuttle is BIG, goddammit) and then draw the proper conclusions as to what that means sonically.
that reminds me of the time I met an elderly German gentleman while working as the desk clerk in a local motel.
Seems as if he only had one leg.
Turns out he was a ME163 pilot and lost the leg to a young man flying a Spitfire who managed to hit him and blow his leg off in the process, but not quite take his Komet out of the sky.
My elderly friend said getting shot with the 50 calibre through the upper leg knocked him unconcious.
So consider what ensued: You wake up in agony, only to look down and see that one of your legs no longer belongs to you. You then notice you're piloting a heavily damaged airplane. You further surmise that your airplane has no fuel (Komet's shot their wad and coasted back to earth) and no landing gear (Komet's landed on a sort of skid). Now get the damned plane back on the ground to a dead stick landing without finishing off either the plane or yourself.
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Concur.
Ergo: The mac is not supported.
Well...since everyone is well aware that ninety-eight percent of all meetings/presentations are either useless or downright counterproductive, perhaps we should ditch the lot of it. Such losses as would be incurred by the deletion of the two percent of productive meetings/presentations would be far more than offset by the gains of not having to countenance the rest of it.
I suppose if you MUST deal in pretty pictures and a bit of text, a printed handout that people could follow along with should do nicely. Hell, they might even be able to go back and refer to some of the material later on and even (gasp) take notes upon it!
This eventuality, of course, stands no chance of ever taking place in the world of wingtip shoes, horrid ties, and all the rest of the Form Over Function world of grown-up weenies and their damnable inclinations to impress with mere looks as opposed to actual substance. Sigh.
You are correct sir, and that is regretable. However, that sort of thing has lost a bit of it's gloss of late, don't you think?
Indeed. And the most amusing aspect of it all is that the Americans, in there own inimitable way, have managed to step on everyone's toes by placing themselves squarely upon the apex of all those triangular claims with that South Pole base of theirs. Too funny!
I'm guessing that if the queeen had a lick of sense she'd say, "Toss him out on the ice and let him eat penguin," but I suppose that if she was so inclined, she might instead decide to come down there and give those unhelpful blokes a swat across the ear with her parasol for commiting the grave injustice of stopping at mere food and shelter in a more or less martian environment.
Nah, they'll probably just have a 30 meter one of these on the back side of the mirror.
True enough, but we're not all capable of understanding this stuff even when we're looking directly at it. Ergo, this sort of book for the less well endowed mentally, when it comes to dealing with such childishly simple subject matter.
To make money.
How often?
As long as the market will bear.
Expect the cardiac monitors to emit jamming frequencies of their own soon, very soon. Other sorts of things too.
Further expect these frequencies to "inadvertent" "unintentional" "side effects of normal operation" as well.
I've got ALL of 'em trained to fork it over when I come around and bail them out. Barter is my favorite, but cash will do just fine, thank you.
From my own (warped) perspective, this is good news. Crapware removal is my bread and butter. It's excellent from a 'repeat business' point of view, also. I clean their machine, give 'em a stern lecture, and then find myself coming back to repeat the process. Nice to see that Dell has taken such a kindly interest in my financial well-being.
No.
Can't type anyway. Fuckit.
Be sure to bring the surfboard when you do. Surfing seems to attract people with an excess of personality. Some good, some bad, but almost never the dull gray sorts. Working at home allows for an ability to hit the waves whenever it's firing. Loads of fun, on and off the beach, for those who can take it.
Now just how long have people been saying this?
And why are we NOT DDoS'ing these websites?
Hmmm...haven't dealt with Journalism Majors much, have you?
Bullshit. Without that little tin can, them X-wing fighters were so much scrap metal.
Delivering the message that sets up the whole fucking movie seems less than fully trivial, too.
Better go back and have another look at the flick, eh?
It's already in work. There's folks out there with the money and desire to make it happen.
This thing is coming and when it gets here it's not gonna be too funny.
If they are going to grow like they have in the past, we're gonna have to populate a few new planets and then let the sonofabitches take monopoly shares of the OS market there too!
I'm guessing that we'll run out of usable energy before we run out of dirt.
But I might be wrong.
The ONLY reason advertising is allowed is because it pays the fucking bills.
The trick consists in keeping the shit to a half-reasonable minimum without putting everybody out of business, and no two humans seem to agree on what, exactly, a "half-reasonable" minimum actually consists of.
Not to sound like a mean old man (well ok, I am a mean old man), but the hardest part of any such project would be sifting the bullshit out from the data.
There's just too many ways for erroneous input to be included in such a vast database: Folks with an obnoxious "sense of humor," people with Things To Hide, grudge holders against various and sundry people, places, and things, government wombats with strange agendas, and never forget the Great Slimy Shoal of Lawyers who would seek to reorder things on behalf of Bob Knows Who, for Bob Knows What kind of reason. Pure random stupidity and mistakes cannot be ignored either.
Odds of actually achieving a useful, properly updated, set of data aren't actually zero, but they're pretty damn close.
Nope.
Can you believe all the idiocy people are slagging around about that bird? Yeah, I grew up just south of PAFB, had both parents who worked out there, and watched 'em all (excepting Apollo 17 and Skylab, I was off in Hawaii playing tag with 10 meter waves), and NONE of what them mopes are yapping about is on the mark. You're the ONLY one so far that seems to have so much as HALF a handle on the sonic effects (The doodybird above pasting in unchecked "facts" about "pulverized skeletons" is so wrong he's funny, and the idiot trying to tell us that the Launch Blast Danger Zone is 3 miles because of sound is just plain WRONG [I do believe we need a new mod point -1 for "wrong," please take note slashdot eds.]).
People who get their "information" from tour gides, the discovery channel, or other equally dubious sources deserve every rotten thing that happens to 'em!
As an interesting side note, nobody seems to appreciate the size, power, and SOUND of a Space Shuttle launch.
I'll leave it as an exercise for the student to compare the takeoff thrust of the two vehicles (hint: that Shuttle is BIG, goddammit) and then draw the proper conclusions as to what that means sonically.
Seems as if he only had one leg.
Turns out he was a ME163 pilot and lost the leg to a young man flying a Spitfire who managed to hit him and blow his leg off in the process, but not quite take his Komet out of the sky.
My elderly friend said getting shot with the 50 calibre through the upper leg knocked him unconcious.
So consider what ensued: You wake up in agony, only to look down and see that one of your legs no longer belongs to you. You then notice you're piloting a heavily damaged airplane. You further surmise that your airplane has no fuel (Komet's shot their wad and coasted back to earth) and no landing gear (Komet's landed on a sort of skid). Now get the damned plane back on the ground to a dead stick landing without finishing off either the plane or yourself.
Radical dude, radical!