Mod the parent poster Insightful. While striving for ever-faster processors and graphics chips, designers seem to have forgotten about power and heat. I think too often these days, the attitude is "Oh, throw a bigger sink on." OK, so it allows cheaper, faster, and more plentiful. But surely this can't go on! It's just not practical to have a computer with more fans than Michael Jackson --- every moving part is a candidate for early failure.
Chip makers should focus on getting the power requirements down, and I mean right down. I don't want a processor that gets hotter than a car's engine without a fan. Even if this drives up costs; we've more than enough cheap chips to keep us going. IMHO, the Pentium M should've been the way forward since before the Pentium 4: 2.0GHz is enough for anybody, especially with 2Mb of cache (although I think raising the temperature limit on that to 100C is actually a bit of a cheat).
The ordinary Linux NTFS driver can write to a file provided it sticks to the original size... shouldn't setting the offending.exe or.dll files to all 0s this way nuke any unwanted program?
I know, it's a dumbass phrase. But "retain one's cake for the purposes of contented admiration, and simultaneously consume it" doesn't have the same ring to it.
If Apple really wants to lock its software to its hardware, why doesn't it just make the core architecture so proprietary and so unusual that the software running on it simply cannot boot on standard machines? Let me put my foot in my mouth: wouldn't, say, neglecting to enable A20 make installation on many Intels a right royal pain?
I mean, by similar analogy, has anyone succeeded booting the IRIX 6.5 installer on a Sony PlayStation?
I've been tinkering with that business of hiding a greyscale image in the spectral data of audio (a la Aphex Twin, etc.). At the moment, it's still in Mathmatica code, and I've been looking for a decent test image.
Seems like I've found it.
Oh, and Lena looks nice on my desktop. I wonder what her image sounds like.
This does have the makings of a Doctor Who episode. A bunch of cyberbins form a collective intelligence and stalk the streets of Cambridge in their murderous gangs. Only one Timelord can stop them...
Soon the beggars (and there are a lot of them in Cambridge) will have the run of these things. "Oi! Gizzus a fiver, or Dusty 'ere'll start on 'is Cliff Richard repertoire!"
They will ultimately be used for advertising. Consider this extract from a little-known film-noir:
Week 1. A meeting with Marco in the high-street. I was a few minutes early, so I stopped in Starbucks and got a double mochachino with hundreds-and-thousands. I think there was some coffee in there somewhere. The street bins were out on patrol, and one of them trundled up to me. I dumped the empty cup in its receptacle.
Why thank-you! Isn't it lovely today? The sun is out, not a bird in the sky. Have a nice day!
Somehow, that made my day.
Week 2. Another meeting. Again, I was early so I got lunch at McDonalds. I felt slightly guilty about myself, yet strangely satisified: a regular fries with a double cheeseburger and strawberry shake can do that to a man. The little bin came up to me again. "Hello, little buddy," I said as I dumped the wrapper in its receptacle.
Why thank-you! Isn't it lovely today? The sun is out, not a bird in the sky. Ba-ba-ba-ba-da, I'm lovin' it!
That made me feel better about myself, sure, but I couldn't help but feel that the little bin had changed its tune somehow.
Week 5. The final meeting. I showed up early, as normal, and got lunch at one of those trendy sandwich bars. Turkey with mayo, raisins and Marmite. It tasted as weird as hell, but was somehow compelling. That little bin made its way over again. I dumped the empty sandwich box in its dutiful opening, and once more he sang out.
A-ding-ding-ding-dddding-bah-bah-pscht...
Get the Crazy Frog ringtone on your mobile! Text Jamster! on...
Later on the news, I heard Marco was found dead in the parking lot of the Grafton Centre.
Safe fom theft, yes. But this will not go down well. They're like twisted appliances from The Hitchhiker's Guide to the Galaxy. These bins will be a certain target for vandalism --- especially after they've annoyed the hell out of all-and-sundry with their cheerful singing. Pah! It just confirms what people in the UK have known all along: local councils are full of rubbish.
not since I gave up my TI-92 for a HP48G. Girls used to love my mad skillz!
And fulfilled their agenda in the process! What is it that make blokes [like, I presume, us] fall for the false-admiration and MasterCard smiles that seem to get them anything they want? More to the point, why do we enjoy being such suckers and knowing it?!
It looks good, and I like the "American" style of sticking in a teaser at the beginning. But it does dwell too long on the emotional bits. I don't care about Rose and Mickey. I want weird stuff. The current series takes so bloody long to get anywhere. Speed it up by 50% and cut the soppy crap, and I'll be happy.
Exactly. What is the point of this? Doesn't it defeat the object of multiuser/multitasking? Surely this feature is only of use to operating system developers, hackers or academics. None of whom are going to be using Windows. Surely the overhead of running another operating system (particularly one from Microsoft) would make this prohibitive? (Even in an enterprise environment --- why not simply write/port applications for a single platform and use that?)
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Mod the parent poster Insightful. While striving for ever-faster processors and graphics chips, designers seem to have forgotten about power and heat. I think too often these days, the attitude is "Oh, throw a bigger sink on." OK, so it allows cheaper, faster, and more plentiful. But surely this can't go on! It's just not practical to have a computer with more fans than Michael Jackson --- every moving part is a candidate for early failure.
Chip makers should focus on getting the power requirements down, and I mean right down. I don't want a processor that gets hotter than a car's engine without a fan. Even if this drives up costs; we've more than enough cheap chips to keep us going. IMHO, the Pentium M should've been the way forward since before the Pentium 4: 2.0GHz is enough for anybody, especially with 2Mb of cache (although I think raising the temperature limit on that to 100C is actually a bit of a cheat).
You're all wrong! It's Darl McBride!
The ordinary Linux NTFS driver can write to a file provided it sticks to the original size... shouldn't setting the offending .exe or .dll files to all 0s this way nuke any unwanted program?
This is why "arse" is clearly superior. One "cannot be arsed"; equally, one can be accused of "arsing around".
I didn't know Snoop Dogg was a coder! Maybe they ran the code through the Shizzolator.
Now hang on, who said anything about rebooting?
How else would I know when I have to boot Windows again?
We have our own here in the UK, only we call it a "Carol Vorderman".
I know, it's a dumbass phrase. But "retain one's cake for the purposes of contented admiration, and simultaneously consume it" doesn't have the same ring to it.
Sounds to me like Apple is trying to have its cake and eat it.
If Apple really wants to lock its software to its hardware, why doesn't it just make the core architecture so proprietary and so unusual that the software running on it simply cannot boot on standard machines? Let me put my foot in my mouth: wouldn't, say, neglecting to enable A20 make installation on many Intels a right royal pain?
I mean, by similar analogy, has anyone succeeded booting the IRIX 6.5 installer on a Sony PlayStation?
I've been tinkering with that business of hiding a greyscale image in the spectral data of audio (a la Aphex Twin, etc.). At the moment, it's still in Mathmatica code, and I've been looking for a decent test image.
Seems like I've found it.
Oh, and Lena looks nice on my desktop. I wonder what her image sounds like.
I'm a Vorbiophile. My ears deserve nothing less.
Is the victim with or without clothing?
This does have the makings of a Doctor Who episode. A bunch of cyberbins form a collective intelligence and stalk the streets of Cambridge in their murderous gangs. Only one Timelord can stop them...
Soon the beggars (and there are a lot of them in Cambridge) will have the run of these things. "Oi! Gizzus a fiver, or Dusty 'ere'll start on 'is Cliff Richard repertoire!"
They will ultimately be used for advertising. Consider this extract from a little-known film-noir:
Week 1. A meeting with Marco in the high-street. I was a few minutes early, so I stopped in Starbucks and got a double mochachino with hundreds-and-thousands. I think there was some coffee in there somewhere. The street bins were out on patrol, and one of them trundled up to me. I dumped the empty cup in its receptacle.
Somehow, that made my day.
Week 2. Another meeting. Again, I was early so I got lunch at McDonalds. I felt slightly guilty about myself, yet strangely satisified: a regular fries with a double cheeseburger and strawberry shake can do that to a man. The little bin came up to me again. "Hello, little buddy," I said as I dumped the wrapper in its receptacle.
That made me feel better about myself, sure, but I couldn't help but feel that the little bin had changed its tune somehow.
Week 5. The final meeting. I showed up early, as normal, and got lunch at one of those trendy sandwich bars. Turkey with mayo, raisins and Marmite. It tasted as weird as hell, but was somehow compelling. That little bin made its way over again. I dumped the empty sandwich box in its dutiful opening, and once more he sang out.
Later on the news, I heard Marco was found dead in the parking lot of the Grafton Centre.
Safe fom theft, yes. But this will not go down well. They're like twisted appliances from The Hitchhiker's Guide to the Galaxy. These bins will be a certain target for vandalism --- especially after they've annoyed the hell out of all-and-sundry with their cheerful singing. Pah! It just confirms what people in the UK have known all along: local councils are full of rubbish.
I don't think Volkswagen would confuse its marketing like that...
What --- is "U Can't Touch This" the new name for their DRM mechanism?
And fulfilled their agenda in the process! What is it that make blokes [like, I presume, us] fall for the false-admiration and MasterCard smiles that seem to get them anything they want? More to the point, why do we enjoy being such suckers and knowing it?!
It depends on how many years have passed.
There's going to come a point where Dear Old Dad can no longer keep the bat out of the other player's hand.
And then it's a totally different ball-game.
It looks good, and I like the "American" style of sticking in a teaser at the beginning. But it does dwell too long on the emotional bits. I don't care about Rose and Mickey. I want weird stuff. The current series takes so bloody long to get anywhere. Speed it up by 50% and cut the soppy crap, and I'll be happy.
Are you a Dalek or a Cyberman or something?
Exactly. What is the point of this? Doesn't it defeat the object of multiuser/multitasking? Surely this feature is only of use to operating system developers, hackers or academics. None of whom are going to be using Windows. Surely the overhead of running another operating system (particularly one from Microsoft) would make this prohibitive? (Even in an enterprise environment --- why not simply write/port applications for a single platform and use that?)
Is another PC really that expensive?