Dude, you need to check out the new Windows 95. They finally got the B version out, which is great because it allows these new fangled usb ports to work. And mIRC is great, and Mosaic runs well on my Cyrix.
You'll want to boot to DOS still though for games (and Cthuga!). Or just keep a 6.2 box around running QEMM. Oh, well back to Darklands!/music plays me out: Mr. Self Destruct
So, very similar to Duke from Doonesbury (who was based on Hunter S. Thompson). This isn't to imply the resemblance is intentional; just that is an archetype.
I leave with some of Thompson's words of wisdom:
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The Edge... there is no honest way to explain it because the only people who really know where it is are the ones who have gone over.
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I hate to advocate drugs, alcohol, violence, or insanity to anyone, but they've always worked for me.
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When I came to, the general back-alley ambience of the suite was so rotten, so incredibly foul. How long had I been lying there? All these signs of violence. What had happened? There was evidence in this room of excessive consumption of almost every type of drug known to civilized man since 1544 AD. What kind of addict would need all these coconut husks and crushed honeydew rinds? Would the presence of junkies account for all these uneaten french fries? These puddles of glazed ketchup on the bureau? Maybe so. But then why all this booze? And these crude pornographic photos smeared with mustard that had dried to a hard yellow crust? These were not the hoofprints of your average God-fearing junky. It was too savage. Too aggressive.
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Few people understand the psychology of dealing with a highway traffic cop. A normal speeder will panic and immediately pull over to the side. This is wrong. It arouses contempt in the cop heart. Make the bastard chase you. He will follow. But he won't know what to make of your blinker signal that says you are about to turn right. This is to let him know you're pulling off for a proper place to talk. It will take him a moment to realize that he's about to make a 180 degree turn at speed, but you will be ready for it. Brace for the g's, and fast heel-toe work.
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(And finally...)
It seems like a lifetime, or at least a Main Era — the kind of peak that never comes again. San Francisco in the middle sixties was a very special time and place to be a part of. Maybe it meant something. Maybe not, in the long run... but no explanation, no mix of words or music or memories can touch that sense of knowing that you were there and alive in that corner of time and the world. Whatever it meant... History is hard to know, because of all the hired bullshit, but even without being sure of 'history' it seems entirely reasonable to think that every now and then the energy of a whole generation comes to a head in a long fine flash, for reasons that nobody really understands at the time — and which never explain, in retrospect, what actually happened My central memory of that time seems to hang on one or five or maybe forty nights — or very early mornings — when I left the Fillmore half-crazy and, instead of going home, aimed the big 650 Lightning across the Bay Bridge at a hundred miles an hour... booming through the Treasure Island tunnel at the lights of Oakland and Berkeley and Richmond, not quite sure which turnoff to take when I got to the other end... but being absolutely certain that no matter which way I went I would come to a place where people were just as high and wild as I was: no doubt at all about that... There was madness in any direction, at any hour. If not across the Bay, then up the Golden Gate or down 101 to Los Altos or La Honda... You could strike sparks anywhere. There was a fantastic universal sense that whatever we were doing was right, that we were winning... And that, I think, was the handle — that sense of inevitable victory over the forces of Old and Evil. Not in any mean or military sense; we didn't need that. Our energy would simply PREVAIL. There was no point in fighting — on our side or theirs. We had all the momentum; we were riding the crest of a high and beautiful wave... So now, less than five years later, you can go up on a steep hill in Las Vegas and look West, and with the right kind of eyes you can almost see the high-water mark — that place where the wave finally broke and rolled back.
I never stayed in scouts long enough to go there, but always wanted to. Made me want to search for a map... and I found this doozy. Be prepared to be blown away:
>> Only children are usually the ones that irritate people
I call major bullshit; you need to stop getting your psychology from sitcoms. Anyways, I can prove the opposite of this (in slashdot land at least) in two words (one image): Natalie Portman
Wow... what is up with slashdot today, is there a new Mountain Dew tax or something? Most people here see 5 "I Agree" buttons, 2 "We get your first born" stickers, and 10 "unconscious thought counts as agreement to be my slave" blurbs a day. I figured it was a sardonic, but staying positive, take on that.
>> it was probably not so much a strong jury selection.
Are you kidding, it looks like this prosecutor wins his cases through jury selection - and almost did again with a weak case. The defender is probably use to being the one in a position of having weak cases, and automatically threw out smart people as well. The fact is, most cases are won on both sides through jury selection now-a-days. The last thing they want is somebody smart on the jury fucking up their manipulation. I would be interested in what percentage of slashdot users made it to a trial in the jury box. Soon as they hear engineer, physcisist, programmer, ANYTHING even related to logic,math, or reasoning... your chances become slim. They really want people to judge with their gut on the sauce "allowed" in. I believe in listening to your intuition as well as logically reasoning something; but in a case like court, where it's just a shell game any-who... always remember the lawyers are the only ones who really know where that "lady" is.
If I am ever called up, I'll say I work on garbage collectors for a living. I have to sort through heaps and store things in bins.
Glenn Beck? Really? Even O'Reilly has made admonishing comments lately about him; he's always been nothing more than a troll. Not all Americans get their news from Fox (or even MSNBC) anyways. They are a minority, but some do the same EXACT thing you do and use foreign media. The difficulty is items that aren't of interest foreignly or domestically (or are suppressed or just ignored which ends up killing an idea the best).
When has - in the history of humanity - musicians made a great living like they did in the past century? Your best hope was to be composer.. and there were few of those that would be known by people today. Face it, rock stardom was an aberration on the time scale. They were the gladiators of their time being controlled by their lanista.
At least I know I have a lot of company with my "stuff", "sort", "move_me", "misc", "etc" folders. I had the same issue with music genres, but genres translated to user space (i.e. what use does it have to me) as what was I in the mood for. So, I just started organizing music by color. Red and blue being the most obvious. Still, bands that have really speedy songs and ballads? Well, I class them by the "majority". I just realized, I don't have a "black" folder. I am more optimistic than I previously thought. Wait.. is that right? Maybe black can be for doubt, so Nickelback can go there as it shows there is little hope for humanity.
(As stated in another comment: Nickleback would just be porn)
Most caulk and sub-floor glue works. Looks like a torch! Just don't fling it at the ground and then try to stamp it out with your shoe. At least I can say those -- stop, drop, and roll films -- worked.
I don't even own an XBOX and I still like XNA. And as far as "limited" goes, for most people just creating games for fun and the hell of it... the only boundary has been time. Just understand what you are getting, DirectX level API; don't expect a game engine (though there are bunch for it out there) like Unreal or even Torque.
Slashdot Mirror
Dude, you need to check out the new Windows 95. They finally got the B version out, which is great because it allows these new fangled usb ports to work. And mIRC is great, and Mosaic runs well on my Cyrix.
You'll want to boot to DOS still though for games (and Cthuga!). Or just keep a 6.2 box around running QEMM. Oh, well back to Darklands! /music plays me out: Mr. Self Destruct
So, very similar to Duke from Doonesbury (who was based on Hunter S. Thompson). This isn't to imply the resemblance is intentional; just that is an archetype.
I leave with some of Thompson's words of wisdom:
----
The Edge... there is no honest way to explain it because the only people who really know where it is are the ones who have gone over.
----
I hate to advocate drugs, alcohol, violence, or insanity to anyone, but they've always worked for me.
----
When I came to, the general back-alley ambience of the suite was so rotten, so incredibly foul. How long had I been lying there? All these signs of violence. What had happened? There was evidence in this room of excessive consumption of almost every type of drug known to civilized man since 1544 AD. What kind of addict would need all these coconut husks and crushed honeydew rinds? Would the presence of junkies account for all these uneaten french fries? These puddles of glazed ketchup on the bureau? Maybe so. But then why all this booze? And these crude pornographic photos smeared with mustard that had dried to a hard yellow crust? These were not the hoofprints of your average God-fearing junky. It was too savage. Too aggressive.
----
Few people understand the psychology of dealing with a highway traffic cop. A normal speeder will panic and immediately pull over to the side. This is wrong. It arouses contempt in the cop heart. Make the bastard chase you. He will follow. But he won't know what to make of your blinker signal that says you are about to turn right. This is to let him know you're pulling off for a proper place to talk. It will take him a moment to realize that he's about to make a 180 degree turn at speed, but you will be ready for it. Brace for the g's, and fast heel-toe work.
----
(And finally ...)
It seems like a lifetime, or at least a Main Era — the kind of peak that never comes again. San Francisco in the middle sixties was a very special time and place to be a part of. Maybe it meant something. Maybe not, in the long run... but no explanation, no mix of words or music or memories can touch that sense of knowing that you were there and alive in that corner of time and the world. Whatever it meant...
History is hard to know, because of all the hired bullshit, but even without being sure of 'history' it seems entirely reasonable to think that every now and then the energy of a whole generation comes to a head in a long fine flash, for reasons that nobody really understands at the time — and which never explain, in retrospect, what actually happened
My central memory of that time seems to hang on one or five or maybe forty nights — or very early mornings — when I left the Fillmore half-crazy and, instead of going home, aimed the big 650 Lightning across the Bay Bridge at a hundred miles an hour... booming through the Treasure Island tunnel at the lights of Oakland and Berkeley and Richmond, not quite sure which turnoff to take when I got to the other end... but being absolutely certain that no matter which way I went I would come to a place where people were just as high and wild as I was: no doubt at all about that...
There was madness in any direction, at any hour. If not across the Bay, then up the Golden Gate or down 101 to Los Altos or La Honda... You could strike sparks anywhere. There was a fantastic universal sense that whatever we were doing was right, that we were winning...
And that, I think, was the handle — that sense of inevitable victory over the forces of Old and Evil. Not in any mean or military sense; we didn't need that. Our energy would simply PREVAIL. There was no point in fighting — on our side or theirs. We had all the momentum; we were riding the crest of a high and beautiful wave...
So now, less than five years later, you can go up on a steep hill in Las Vegas and look West, and with the right kind of eyes you can almost see the high-water mark — that place where the wave finally broke and rolled back.
Give us more inane babble about bullshit please. And then smoke another one.
Is it really bullshit? I mean, maybe Nelson Rockefeller WAS the first.
I never stayed in scouts long enough to go there, but always wanted to. Made me want to search for a map ... and I found this doozy. Be prepared to be blown away:
http://usscouts.org/images/philmont/guide.gif
>> Only children are usually the ones that irritate people
I call major bullshit; you need to stop getting your psychology from sitcoms. Anyways, I can prove the opposite of this (in slashdot land at least) in two words (one image): Natalie Portman
Don't forget, slap that bitch if she interrupted you while you're breakin' to NWA.
Circle T in the house!
Wow ... what is up with slashdot today, is there a new Mountain Dew tax or something? Most people here see 5 "I Agree" buttons, 2 "We get your first born" stickers, and 10 "unconscious thought counts as agreement to be my slave" blurbs a day. I figured it was a sardonic, but staying positive, take on that.
Lighten up, you weren't going to read anyways.
>> it was probably not so much a strong jury selection.
Are you kidding, it looks like this prosecutor wins his cases through jury selection - and almost did again with a weak case. The defender is probably use to being the one in a position of having weak cases, and automatically threw out smart people as well. The fact is, most cases are won on both sides through jury selection now-a-days. The last thing they want is somebody smart on the jury fucking up their manipulation. I would be interested in what percentage of slashdot users made it to a trial in the jury box. Soon as they hear engineer, physcisist, programmer, ANYTHING even related to logic,math, or reasoning ... your chances become slim. They really want people to judge with their gut on the sauce "allowed" in. I believe in listening to your intuition as well as logically reasoning something; but in a case like court, where it's just a shell game any-who ... always remember the lawyers are the only ones who really know where that "lady" is.
If I am ever called up, I'll say I work on garbage collectors for a living. I have to sort through heaps and store things in bins.
>> He's a cabdriver now I heard, but who's to say he won't find those answers eventually.
Better chance there than Steinbeck.
I'm surprised nobody else brought up flatland. It's the first thing I thought of when I read the article.
You forgot to work in the train leaving Boston at 9:20 am heading to Washington D.C? Or was that a red herring?
Those are just for PR. Do the "right" thing, don't give them good PR.
Glenn Beck? Really? Even O'Reilly has made admonishing comments lately about him; he's always been nothing more than a troll. Not all Americans get their news from Fox (or even MSNBC) anyways. They are a minority, but some do the same EXACT thing you do and use foreign media. The difficulty is items that aren't of interest foreignly or domestically (or are suppressed or just ignored which ends up killing an idea the best).
>> Discovery's odometer stood at some 5,750 orbits covering nearly 150 million miles, during 39 flights spanning a full year in space
That's nothing, my Yugo once drove 150 CONSECUTIVE miles without catching on fire or breaking down!
That guy is awesome!
When has - in the history of humanity - musicians made a great living like they did in the past century? Your best hope was to be composer .. and there were few of those that would be known by people today. Face it, rock stardom was an aberration on the time scale. They were the gladiators of their time being controlled by their lanista.
I get mine on blotter paper from Lemurians.
Someone needs to unplug, replug South Park.
Zing!
(Special tonight: Grouper.)
To each his own. My rating is a bell curve with Civ 3 on top.
Great quote. Thanks mate.
lazy, link:
http://www.dailyfinance.com/company/microsoft-corporation/msft/nas/institutional-ownership
For those that don't want to read all of the parent post, here is the summary:
>> A brilliant move? Maybe for some MS stock owning CEO.
cite:
Elop (Stephen A) 130,026 shares $3.18 M
At least I know I have a lot of company with my "stuff", "sort", "move_me", "misc", "etc" folders.
I had the same issue with music genres, but genres translated to user space (i.e. what use does it have to me) as what was I in the mood for. So, I just started organizing music by color. Red and blue being the most obvious. Still, bands that have really speedy songs and ballads? Well, I class them by the "majority".
I just realized, I don't have a "black" folder. I am more optimistic than I previously thought. Wait.. is that right? Maybe black can be for doubt, so Nickelback can go there as it shows there is little hope for humanity.
(As stated in another comment: Nickleback would just be porn)
Most caulk and sub-floor glue works. Looks like a torch! Just don't fling it at the ground and then try to stamp it out with your shoe. At least I can say those -- stop, drop, and roll films -- worked.
I don't even own an XBOX and I still like XNA. And as far as "limited" goes, for most people just creating games for fun and the hell of it ... the only boundary has been time. Just understand what you are getting, DirectX level API; don't expect a game engine (though there are bunch for it out there) like Unreal or even Torque.