cars are a much better mode of transportation than horses
I think you'll find that depends on the terrain - my car sucks over hurdles. The article was very interesting in that it suggests an alternative solution to a common problem. Whether or not that solution is more or less suitable for a given application is a quantitative decision to be made during the project planning stage.
I tried reading from my screen, but all I saw was a load of nonsense. What is really tragic, is that after reading said nonsense, I felt compelled to reply to it.
Why not teach our children to play real musical intstruments? Kids thrive on the routine of practice and the challenge of mastering a musical instrument. Not only is it a great education, but it develops coordination and concentration. It is a skill which they will enjoy their entire lives.
These 'sophisticated hyperinstruments' AKA 'Load of Balls', look to me like re-packaged tamagotchi technology.
My favorite is their 4-way SMP system that fits into a briefcase.
Sounds cool, but I just know that I would leave this on the train and pick up someone else's case by mistake. What a bitch when you arrive home to find that you have a veritable beowulf of empty sandwich bags, orange peel, an odd sock and half a dozen photos of someone else's kids.
So, when I'm sat at the station and Virgin have canceled my train again, I can log in and rant about it.... [snippity-snip-snip]..... try using it to write a fully fledged blog entry...
Technically, the Bells really should be able to lay down the law when it comes to who access their cables. I mean, it's their cables.
Under their streets too I suppose? Imagine the chaos and waste that would ensue if competing companies were forced to lay their own cable. Do you have a choice of electricity companies where you live? I suppose they should all use their own power cables too. Not to mention the water and sewerage companies. How about different rail companies using their own track?
When it comes to essential public amenities, you cannot allow monopolies to stamp their and say "It's my ball, you can't play with it!"
I was just about to say the same thing, then I remembered that I'm not a Canadian.
I do however live there as a non-Sympatico customer, so if this madness ever hits us I guess it's back the old blanket and smoke signals. (I'm pretty sure there are bylaws prohibiting that as well)
Because one day, Levi's will take one of those out-of-production records and stick it in a TV commercial. All of a sudden there will be a rush to buy it. These guys never give anything away.
I get pissed at links to NYT articles, 'cos I just don't like having to register to read the news. Anyway, if you strip the leading junk from the url and replace 'www' with 'archive', you get a working, no registration required link (usually).
What would be even funnier would be to repeat the same story to the exclusion of all others on April 1st. It would be particulary amusing if that story were a fictitious arcticle about reducing redundancy in Slashdot headlines.
I started watching this trailer with some interest, until about halfway through. Suddenly, a geriatric, slurring scotsman appeared on the screen and delivered a line which destroyed the moment. When is Sean Connery going to get some speech therapy (and maybe an acting lesson or two)?
If you assume that a) everybody uses a *nix command line, or b) that the majority of users are programmers of some description, I suggest that you wake up and smell the coffee before you diss the opinions of others.
Why is it that men make such a big deal about washing their hands after peeing, then after returning home from the pub they expect their wives to give them a blow job?
Slashdot Mirror
Oh, never mind, this page explains it far better than I can.
...after these hidden messages.
I tried reading from my screen, but all I saw was a load of nonsense. What is really tragic, is that after reading said nonsense, I felt compelled to reply to it.
I hope nobody at Disney is reading this. They need to save as much cash as possible right now
These 'sophisticated hyperinstruments' AKA 'Load of Balls', look to me like re-packaged tamagotchi technology.
Also, wouldn't it be funny if someone named a scripting language after Monty Python? That would look so good on your resumé...proficient in Monty.
Breath in....breath out...breath in....breath out.....Get the idea? You take over from there.
Until now I never realised that my hub was being gang banged.
Testing ... one zero one one one zero...
When it comes to essential public amenities, you cannot allow monopolies to stamp their and say "It's my ball, you can't play with it!"
I do however live there as a non-Sympatico customer, so if this madness ever hits us I guess it's back the old blanket and smoke signals. (I'm pretty sure there are bylaws prohibiting that as well)
Because one day, Levi's will take one of those out-of-production records and stick it in a TV commercial. All of a sudden there will be a rush to buy it. These guys never give anything away.
For example:
http://www.nytimes.com/auth/login?URI=http://www.n ytimes.com/2003/02/17/business/media/17FOLK.html
becomes:
http://archive.nytimes.com/2003/02/17/business/med ia/17FOLK.html
Alternatively, click here
Don't think of it as a duplicate. Think of it as a backup in case the original story crashes.
What would be even funnier would be to repeat the same story to the exclusion of all others on April 1st. It would be particulary amusing if that story were a fictitious arcticle about reducing redundancy in Slashdot headlines.
I started watching this trailer with some interest, until about halfway through. Suddenly, a geriatric, slurring scotsman appeared on the screen and delivered a line which destroyed the moment. When is Sean Connery going to get some speech therapy (and maybe an acting lesson or two)?
If you assume that a) everybody uses a *nix command line, or b) that the majority of users are programmers of some description, I suggest that you wake up and smell the coffee before you diss the opinions of others.
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Dolly was a little lamb,
She looked just like her mother,
But now she's smothered with mint sauce,
Oh well. They'll make another.
I would have had first post but it got stuck in a jam in Toronto.
Why is it that men make such a big deal about washing their hands after peeing, then after returning home from the pub they expect their wives to give them a blow job?