So, lick the terminals to find out which ones are hot (works with 9V batteries). Then, standing in a bucket of water, grab a big handful of cables and PULL.
Ignore the fizzing and the smell of burning hair. Douse any lingering flames with gasoline.
enhancing shareholder value by paying consultants to piss on you.
I think I saw something like this in Dilbert. So after two years of brainstorming a new name, they go:
"I got it!"
"Whatcha got?"
"Palm is a catchy name, but it needs a hook..."
"OK..."
"We add one to it."
"One what?"
"One. O-N-E. One. PalmOne."
"Right. How much we paying you, anyway?"
This is typical of corporate executive types. While everybody else is doing real work, they're pulling down six- and seven-figure salaries, they're sitting in their offices with their PowerPoint slides and pulling their puds with stuff like this.
That SCO is one of Microsoft's minions? This is not just about some alleged code theft. This has always been about attacking the whole concept of the GPL.
SCO is a bunch of belly crawlers. Scuttling cockroaches. Bottom feeding den of legal vermin.
You are the type who actively seek out situations where you can be offended, and then enjoy the satisfaction of whining about it, sometimes enough to ruin everyone else's fun.
My only wish is to cause you politically correct hyper-sensitives some offense which is so vile, so immediately repulsive to your delicate constitutions, that you shrivel up and die like a salted snail.
But, maybe when this abuse of power and creation of "thought crime" laws becomes a worldwide phenomenon, we'll have an easier time fighting it.
I can see the populace, both in America and in the world at large, as this big animal (think Kodiak bear) that the corporations, through our governments, keep poking with a stick.
Eventually, this animal will have had enough, and will lash out at the stick wielder. The only thing left to question, is when? And how vilolent will it be?
History repeatedly shows this cycle of mistreatment of the population and revolution.
Tech support people: Stop ASSUMING your customers are idiots.
Back before I was replaced by a Russian H1-B visa, I called a Sun hardware support number to arrange to have a failed system board replaced. The nice person there scheduled a hardware tech to make a site visit, gave me the tech's name, and I then hung up.
Soon after I did this, I realized there was an issue about which I needed to speak directly to the hardware tech. However, I had not written the guy's name down, and did not remember it. So I called the number back, and the conversation went something like this (I was speaking to a woman):
Tech Support: Hello, this is Sun, may I help you?
Me: Yes, I need the name of the man assigned to case number XXXXX.
Tech Support: How do you know it was a man? It *could* be a woman, you know.
Me: Nooooo, I don't think so. I was already given the guy's name last time I called, and I remember it was a man's name, I simply don't remember the exact name.
Tech Support: Oh....
And before anybody rags on me about taking better notes, etc., I normally do, or at least I try to. But these things happen when you've got 5 or 6 pots on the stove.
My dad was an artist, but he did not like the idea of the National Endowment for the Arts. (And he generally voted Democratic.) He said anything that gets funded, gets controlled.
1) Light pollution
2) Heat pollution
3) Pollution, uh, pollution (like carbon monoxide, carbon dioxide, nuclear waste, etc: by-products of producing the energy to run those lights)
So, yep, lights are baaad, um-kay? (Though they are helpful at times...)
Doom! Despair! Agony on me!
Deep dark depression, excessive misery!
If it weren't for bad luck, I'd have no luck at all!
Doom! Despair! and Agony on me!
Anybody care to guess what TV show that came from?
...SCO counter-counter-sues IBM.
And IBM counter-counter-counter-sues SCO.
And SCO counter-counter-counter-counter-sues IBM. Ad infinitum, etc., and so on... Please, somebody hit alt-break.
This is really getting childish. In fact, comparing it to childishness is a gross insult to childhood everywhere.
What's next? Accusing each other of having cooties, and being in love with that smelly kid with chronic nasal drip?
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So, lick the terminals to find out which ones are hot (works with 9V batteries). Then, standing in a bucket of water, grab a big handful of cables and PULL.
Ignore the fizzing and the smell of burning hair. Douse any lingering flames with gasoline.
I think I saw something like this in Dilbert. So after two years of brainstorming a new name, they go:
"I got it!"
"Whatcha got?"
"Palm is a catchy name, but it needs a hook..."
"OK..."
"We add one to it."
"One what?"
"One. O-N-E. One. PalmOne."
"Right. How much we paying you, anyway?"
This is typical of corporate executive types. While everybody else is doing real work, they're pulling down six- and seven-figure salaries, they're sitting in their offices with their PowerPoint slides and pulling their puds with stuff like this.
So, self-love, what exactly *was* the lonely Linux Fan-Boy Saturday night staple? Don't keep me in suspense.
And do you always call yourself self-love, or is it an occassional thing? Sounds kinda Russian, like Soflov, or Suflov...
they're going to have to do more than that. way you described it, it would be bouncing back into the atmosphere on the end of a rocket pack.
after all, there are cheaper ways to turn it into pretty lights in the sky...
SCO is a bunch of belly crawlers. Scuttling cockroaches. Bottom feeding den of legal vermin.
...until the robots send one of their own back in time to stop John Connor?
You have 20 seconds to comply.
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Even if it does, isn't the extra water caused by more greenhouse gases? That's like saying the extra smoke will help put the fire out.
You are the type who actively seek out situations where you can be offended, and then enjoy the satisfaction of whining about it, sometimes enough to ruin everyone else's fun.
My only wish is to cause you politically correct hyper-sensitives some offense which is so vile, so immediately repulsive to your delicate constitutions, that you shrivel up and die like a salted snail.
Bite me, moron.
Yeah, its not good enough to buy a senator or two these days. Companies want a more hands-on and direct approach to government.
Next, they'll have their own courts, judges, etc. Of course, they already do, but the big companies will have their logo at the front door.
Nice part is, they get to throw anybody in jail who refuses to buy their stuff.
I can see the populace, both in America and in the world at large, as this big animal (think Kodiak bear) that the corporations, through our governments, keep poking with a stick.
Eventually, this animal will have had enough, and will lash out at the stick wielder. The only thing left to question, is when? And how vilolent will it be?
History repeatedly shows this cycle of mistreatment of the population and revolution.
I can name quite a few fords Ford Exploder
Ford Expire
Ford Excessive
Ford Excuse
Cause noone can hear you scream.
Simple. Just open the airlock. They're fucked.
Well, somebody had to say it...
So are they all winking at each other, and tacitly agreeing to screw the customer this way?
Back before I was replaced by a Russian H1-B visa, I called a Sun hardware support number to arrange to have a failed system board replaced. The nice person there scheduled a hardware tech to make a site visit, gave me the tech's name, and I then hung up.
Soon after I did this, I realized there was an issue about which I needed to speak directly to the hardware tech. However, I had not written the guy's name down, and did not remember it. So I called the number back, and the conversation went something like this (I was speaking to a woman):
Tech Support: Hello, this is Sun, may I help you?
Me: Yes, I need the name of the man assigned to case number XXXXX.
Tech Support: How do you know it was a man? It *could* be a woman, you know.
Me: Nooooo, I don't think so. I was already given the guy's name last time I called, and I remember it was a man's name, I simply don't remember the exact name.
Tech Support: Oh....
And before anybody rags on me about taking better notes, etc., I normally do, or at least I try to. But these things happen when you've got 5 or 6 pots on the stove.
My dad was an artist, but he did not like the idea of the National Endowment for the Arts. (And he generally voted Democratic.) He said anything that gets funded, gets controlled.
No NDA, no rules, just a bare metal cage, nitro-powered funny cars, redlining roaring engines, SUNDAY! SUNDAY! SUNDAY!
Oops, sorry...
1) Light pollution
2) Heat pollution
3) Pollution, uh, pollution (like carbon monoxide, carbon dioxide, nuclear waste, etc: by-products of producing the energy to run those lights)
So, yep, lights are baaad, um-kay? (Though they are helpful at times...)
Yes, and amazingly would coincide with the National Burglary Holiday.
Doom! Despair! Agony on me!
Deep dark depression, excessive misery!
If it weren't for bad luck, I'd have no luck at all!
Doom! Despair! and Agony on me!
Anybody care to guess what TV show that came from?
And IBM counter-counter-counter-sues SCO.
And SCO counter-counter-counter-counter-sues IBM.
Ad infinitum, etc., and so on... Please, somebody hit alt-break.
This is really getting childish. In fact, comparing it to childishness is a gross insult to childhood everywhere.
What's next? Accusing each other of having cooties, and being in love with that smelly kid with chronic nasal drip?
Yeah, now that's one of Bill Gates' favorite wet dreams. But its not reality.
Now all SCO needs to do, to really annoy and irritate everybody, is find some beer and pretzel companies who use Linux, and demand license fees.