No, you're not paying attention at all! The only thing that makes friendster any good or in anyway appealing is being able to say to your friends "Check out Robo-Jesus." It would just be a stupid dating service without the fakesters and no one would bother looking at lots of banner ads while finding the next "Emo Kid."
They have a right to screw up their service, but they are moronic Stalinists for doing it.
Call me crazy, but raise your hand if you saw Gattaca and thought "Gee, that's a bright and well adjusted future. What do you mean Dystopian?" I sure as hell did.
If this SVG patch became fully useable for displaying animation, and then you could convince a really popular animation site (say, HSR) to switch to SVG and recommend a switch to Mozilla for native support... well, then, open source could rule the world.
I instantly got to work making this a companion page to my JavaBomb (a JavaScript pop-up bomb that also works only in IE), and found that interestingly (to me), the bug does not work when couched between <BODY></BODY> tags, but that <TITLE></TITLE> tags are fine.
...said RIAA Senior Vice President Matt Oppenheim in a statement. "We have also sent a clear signal to others that this kind of activity is illegal."
Because a non-precedent setting out of court settlement always sends a clear signal about the illegality of an act and couldn't possibly be the result of a cost/benefit analysis of a settlement vs. attorney fees.
Yes, you're incredulous. Yes, it's impossible. Yes it is 1500 lines a day. Yes, the article's poorly written. Yes, you will eat something highly unlikely. I get it. Now watch me dance.
Some high-tech employees who have looked into equity-only jobs and haven't accepted them because they're skeptical.
Horribly off topic complaining: While, yes, online journalistic standards are low, would it kill this guys to run a grammar check? Reading this poorly edited, nonsequitor-laden tripe is like pain, but worse.
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No, you're not paying attention at all! The only thing that makes friendster any good or in anyway appealing is being able to say to your friends "Check out Robo-Jesus." It would just be a stupid dating service without the fakesters and no one would bother looking at lots of banner ads while finding the next "Emo Kid."
They have a right to screw up their service, but they are moronic Stalinists for doing it.
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Call me crazy, but raise your hand if you saw Gattaca and thought "Gee, that's a bright and well adjusted future. What do you mean Dystopian?" I sure as hell did.
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If this SVG patch became fully useable for displaying animation, and then you could convince a really popular animation site (say, HSR) to switch to SVG and recommend a switch to Mozilla for native support... well, then, open source could rule the world.
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You have to wonder why the mainpage article called child porn "illegal goodies." That's a little weird.
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You are not alone in your curiosity. I haven't the slightest clue what one even is. And the article is no help.
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I instantly got to work making this a companion page to my JavaBomb (a JavaScript pop-up bomb that also works only in IE), and found that interestingly (to me), the bug does not work when couched between <BODY></BODY> tags, but that <TITLE></TITLE> tags are fine.
So this works:
<HTML>
<HEAD>
<TITLE>Crashing IE</TITLE>
</HEAD>
<FORM>
<INPUT TYPE CRASH>
</FORM>
</HTML>
But this one not so much:
<HTML>
<HEAD>
<TITLE>Crashing IE</TITLE>
</HEAD>
<BODY>
<FORM>
<INPUT TYPE CRASH>
</FORM>
</BODY>
</HTML>
Which as far as I'm concerned is odd.
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I get the feeling his suggestion of getting drunk with other developers helped. ~
Yes, you're incredulous. Yes, it's impossible. Yes it is 1500 lines a day. Yes, the article's poorly written. Yes, you will eat something highly unlikely. I get it. Now watch me dance.
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And I'm an idiot. ~
Horribly off topic complaining:
While, yes, online journalistic standards are low, would it kill this guys to run a grammar check? Reading this poorly edited, nonsequitor-laden tripe is like pain, but worse.
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If it can't be ported into the back of my head, then forget it.