Someone get a carousel CD player at Target for $100 and wire it up to a computer. There's 70,200 megs nearline.
Which is roughly 70Gb?
For $100 or less you could get a 120Gb hard drive, copy the CD's to it, and they're online, none of this nearline crap.
But come to think of it, the carousel would still be useful if you wanted to set up a CD/DVD burner, and not just a reader. I have a Sony CD juke with a capacity of 400 CD's, and it was only $300.
Unless I'm misunderstanding something, what great value is there in knowing that somebody is within a 1 to 2 mile radius of a base station? If the base station is at the school, say, then the kid could be at school, at a nearby park, at the pool hall around the corner, etc.
Of course, if they're not within that radius, they better be abducted by aliens from the Planet Zog, or they are so grounded!
Despite freeway billboards being annoying they do not attempt to immitate actual road signs, which is illegal.
But apparently it is not illegal to have those helpful little food-fuel-lodging signs which direct you to a gas station which turns out to be 10 miles (or more) from the exit. And of course they don't tell you this...
I know these signs are not owned by the actual businesses, but c'mon, somebody's palm had to be greased for this little "help."
Did anyone else think (from the title) that the RFID tag itself took the picture? My next thought was, how could they make it that small, and cheap enough to put on razor blades?!?
You see, me and the boys here, we'd hate to see something... unfortunate... happen to your business. After all, running Linux is attractive, but... risky... if you catch my drift.
Now, for a small, shall we say, licensing fee, we can guarantee that we won't burn down, er, um, (cough) I mean, litigate your business into bankruptcy.
Damn. Imagine an EMP generator set up to kill/confuse mosquitoes. Sure, it causes blackouts within a half mile radius, but at least it screws with the skeeters.
Maybe I'm just a freak of nature for hearing those frequencies
Then so am I. I once tracked down a baby field mouse in foot tall grass from 40 feet away, from its squeaking, despite birds chirping and other background noise. My ears were way younger then...
However, I have never used those "inaudible" devices, so who knows...?
First thing I thought of when reading the summary of all fantasy plots (things-were-bad now-they're-good uh-oh-here-it-comes-again) was B5. Shadow Wars, and all that. B5 is a good example of a fantasy plot with a scifi facelift.
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OK, never knew that... Point is, at risk of being way off topic (what was the topic? Oh yeah! Massively stupid car stereos...), at what point does a bike with rocket attached become a rocket with bike attached?
Similarly, at what point does a car with massive stereo system attached become a massive stereo system with car attached?
Is it half full or half empty? Like some coffee with your sugar? Which reminds me I need some coffee...
Maybe this meandering comment should be dubbed Philosophy and the Art of Car Stereo Tweaking.
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Like Evel Knievel (remember him?) jumping the Grand Canyon with a rocket assisted bike. At what point does the bike stop being a bike, and being more like a rocket?
And if its a rocket, all he could do is jump the Grand Canyon? Go into orbit, and I'll be impressed.
The theory behind Venus being as hot as it is, is that it takes in more solar energy than it reflects back to space, mostly because of its atmosphere: the Greenhouse Effect.
If we begin directing extra sunlight towards earth, through giant mirrors for agricultural uses, or microwave power transmissions from orbiting solar panels, we will begin heating up the envelope of this planet faster than normal. How significant this increase would be is up to debate.
And granola is a fine cereal. Gotta have strong teeth though.
It's probably not technically a perpetual motion machine, but stores like Science World and such, have little solar whirligigs (don't know the actual term) which are evacuated glass globes with 4 little paddles, dark on one side, light on the other. The paddles sit on top of a needle... Heck, a picture is worth a 1000 words.
Hey boy! Hey boy! You looking mighty cute in them jeans! Now come on over here and fsck me up the ass. Come on! I'm gonna bend over now. Hnnnh! Ahhh! Hey boy, slow down! You're gonna mess around and come too fast, make me get mad I'll punch up my butt cheeks and rip your dick off.
This is the only thing that has worked for me. If you have a few extra minutes, just ask them all kinds of stupid questions, but which sound legit for what they are selling. (No "what are you wearing" questions...)
I had one lady hooked, asking questions about warranty, return procedures, etc. Then I would say "hold on, somebody at the door" and put the phone down for a few minutes, and come back for more questions.
Finally, after about 25 minutes of this, I asked a question the drone did not have a script for, and the supervisor came on the line. Asked her a few questions, finally got tired of it all, and said, "You know what? I changed my mind. I don't want it after all. Thanks, bye."
I did not receive another telemarketer call for over a month. (Usually got them once a day...)
And before you go on about, telemarketers are human too, I used to work as one, etc. Well, I'm human, wish to be left alone, and if polite requests don't work, then this is war. TFB.
Actually, it took somebody with a huge expensive FAB to produce the Microprocessors
Oh yes, that is a necessity. Didn't mean to say that some dirty hippies built the first personal computers from hemp and high hopes. But big corporations like IBM and others of the time were dismissive of the personal computing market. They assumed the only real use of all those microprocessors was as part of big iron, to be sold to "big business," you know, the whole 3-piece suit, boardrooms, martini lunches and harrummph harrumph set.
Just don't give complete credit for the paintings to those who make the paints.
I run an open network for people passing by who might want to use the net for a while. I leave my network wide open, with DHCP and all, because when I travel, I apprecieate others who do the same.
I used to live in an old house in the South, which had a guestroom with its own front door. The idea was, travelers could stop here in the middle of the night, and carry on in the morning. These people were complete strangers, and usually did not arrange ahead of time.
Now I mentioned this was an old house, built before the Civil War. Apparently hospitality to strangers was a lot different back then.
I find it interesting that some people are willing to extend a similar electronic hospitality to the wandering traveler, in indirect gratitude for similar treatment by others.
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So hyphenate it. Thirty-six-trillion. Voila! One word! Jeebus.
Yes, in the tropics I'm lucky to have the ambition to burn even 3 CD's per hour. (It's not the heat, it's the humidity.)
Which is roughly 70Gb?
For $100 or less you could get a 120Gb hard drive, copy the CD's to it, and they're online, none of this nearline crap.
But come to think of it, the carousel would still be useful if you wanted to set up a CD/DVD burner, and not just a reader. I have a Sony CD juke with a capacity of 400 CD's, and it was only $300.
So that would be 400 x 700Mb = 280Gb. Wow!
...what a CD changer would look like if it was built by the Amish.
Well, I think she was referring mostly to posted speed limits, and how she would commonly drive 5-10 mph under the limit, but...
Of course, if they're not within that radius, they better be abducted by aliens from the Planet Zog, or they are so grounded!
More than one person has commented how this whole SCO-licensing-Linux thing looks like a thinly veiled protection racket-- as in racketeering.
I'd actually cheer Ashcroft if he had the whole SCO executive team perp-walked to a paddy wagon.
Saturday Night Live? NBC might object...
But apparently it is not illegal to have those helpful little food-fuel-lodging signs which direct you to a gas station which turns out to be 10 miles (or more) from the exit. And of course they don't tell you this...
I know these signs are not owned by the actual businesses, but c'mon, somebody's palm had to be greased for this little "help."
Did anyone else think (from the title) that the RFID tag itself took the picture? My next thought was, how could they make it that small, and cheap enough to put on razor blades?!?
You see, me and the boys here, we'd hate to see something... unfortunate... happen to your business. After all, running Linux is attractive, but... risky... if you catch my drift.
Now, for a small, shall we say, licensing fee, we can guarantee that we won't burn down, er, um, (cough) I mean, litigate your business into bankruptcy.
After all, we're legitimate businessmen.
He's Ethical Al. Sometimes business associate of Fat Tony and Lefty Lou.
Damn. Imagine an EMP generator set up to kill/confuse mosquitoes. Sure, it causes blackouts within a half mile radius, but at least it screws with the skeeters.
Then so am I. I once tracked down a baby field mouse in foot tall grass from 40 feet away, from its squeaking, despite birds chirping and other background noise. My ears were way younger then...
However, I have never used those "inaudible" devices, so who knows...?
(Hey babe, wanna see my pocket protector? I don't go anywhere without... protection.)
No. Greenland is not green, civil unrest is not civil, and spraying perfume on dogshit does not make it smell better.
Patriot Act is not and has never been for patriots of this country. It goes against what it means to be American.
Besides, it reads: Anti (Patriot Act), not (Anti-Patriot) Act.
First thing I thought of when reading the summary of all fantasy plots (things-were-bad now-they're-good uh-oh-here-it-comes-again) was B5. Shadow Wars, and all that. B5 is a good example of a fantasy plot with a scifi facelift.
Similarly, at what point does a car with massive stereo system attached become a massive stereo system with car attached?
Is it half full or half empty? Like some coffee with your sugar? Which reminds me I need some coffee...
Maybe this meandering comment should be dubbed Philosophy and the Art of Car Stereo Tweaking.
And if its a rocket, all he could do is jump the Grand Canyon? Go into orbit, and I'll be impressed.
If we begin directing extra sunlight towards earth, through giant mirrors for agricultural uses, or microwave power transmissions from orbiting solar panels, we will begin heating up the envelope of this planet faster than normal. How significant this increase would be is up to debate.
And granola is a fine cereal. Gotta have strong teeth though.
It's probably not technically a perpetual motion machine, but stores like Science World and such, have little solar whirligigs (don't know the actual term) which are evacuated glass globes with 4 little paddles, dark on one side, light on the other. The paddles sit on top of a needle... Heck, a picture is worth a 1000 words.
Hey boy! Hey boy! You looking mighty cute in them jeans! Now come on over here and fsck me up the ass. Come on! I'm gonna bend over now. Hnnnh! Ahhh! Hey boy, slow down! You're gonna mess around and come too fast, make me get mad I'll punch up my butt cheeks and rip your dick off.
I had one lady hooked, asking questions about warranty, return procedures, etc. Then I would say "hold on, somebody at the door" and put the phone down for a few minutes, and come back for more questions.
Finally, after about 25 minutes of this, I asked a question the drone did not have a script for, and the supervisor came on the line. Asked her a few questions, finally got tired of it all, and said, "You know what? I changed my mind. I don't want it after all. Thanks, bye."
I did not receive another telemarketer call for over a month. (Usually got them once a day...)
And before you go on about, telemarketers are human too, I used to work as one, etc. Well, I'm human, wish to be left alone, and if polite requests don't work, then this is war. TFB.
Oh yes, that is a necessity. Didn't mean to say that some dirty hippies built the first personal computers from hemp and high hopes. But big corporations like IBM and others of the time were dismissive of the personal computing market. They assumed the only real use of all those microprocessors was as part of big iron, to be sold to "big business," you know, the whole 3-piece suit, boardrooms, martini lunches and harrummph harrumph set.
Just don't give complete credit for the paintings to those who make the paints.
I used to live in an old house in the South, which had a guestroom with its own front door. The idea was, travelers could stop here in the middle of the night, and carry on in the morning. These people were complete strangers, and usually did not arrange ahead of time.
Now I mentioned this was an old house, built before the Civil War. Apparently hospitality to strangers was a lot different back then.
I find it interesting that some people are willing to extend a similar electronic hospitality to the wandering traveler, in indirect gratitude for similar treatment by others.