I've always been partial to disabled@bedridden.invalid.
I've also wondered if routing your mail using user%example.org@example.com notation still worked. Could one give out an address like user%example.com@spamfilter.example to run it through a spam filtering service and reject any mail that didn't come via spamfilter.example (if spamfilter.example allowed such relaying syntax)?
Sorry, first disclosure, I can't even patent it now.
If the camera's integrated into the set top box, that means the box has to be pointed at the viewers (not, say, rotated 45 degrees), and not in, say, the drawer of your entertainment center. Even then, a little duct tape in the right spot, and you've got an obscured camera. And an obscured IR receiver as well. You'll need an IR repeater, and have to periodically check the box to see that it has remained powered on as they're notorious for turning off and berating you for trying to operate them without turning them back on (as opposed to turning on for you on receipt of any valid IR signal). And the glorious new failure mode where they look like they're functioning (display channel instead of reverting to clock) but instead have been unresponsive and outputting a static garbage image for a week.
Kryten: Right, now this is a copy of the standard model from the 21st century. Er, comfortable, sir? Lister: It's fine, yeah. Kryten: Okay, now let's recap: the limb is connected to neurons which run up to the left hemisphere of your brain, which controls the right side of your body. Now, all you have to do is merely command the arm to do something, and it obeys. Now, let's practice. Right, concentrate, sir. I want you to think: "Arm: pick up the ball." Lister: Okay. Kryten: Now just think: "I will pick up the ball." Lister: I will pick up the ball. Kryten: That's right, good, now, concentrate. Lister:I will pick up the ball. Kryten: Okay, now really think: Hand, pick up the ball. That's right, that's right. Hand, pick up the ball. Hand, pick up the ball! That's right, now keep going, sir! Pick up the ball! Now, focus down onto that and keep the thought, sir! Hand, pick up the ball!
[As Kryten offers verbal support in ever increasing volume, Lister strains and grunts, effort twisting his facial features as the hand lies motionless.]
Kryten: That's right, sir, now keep going, now really think, now. Hand, pick up the ball! Now let's really get it going, sir! Pick up the ball! Pick up the ball!Really start to go now, sir! Hand, pick up the ball, now let's keep moving! Keep on, sir, you can do it! HAND, PICK UP THE BALL! YOU'RE GOING TO MOVE THAT HAND, SIR! YOU'RE GOING TO MOVE IT! MOVE THE HAND, SIR!! HAND! PICK UP THE BALL!! PICK UP THE BALL!! YES SIR! YES! WE'RE STARTING TO MOVE, NOW! YES! IT'S DEFINITELY MOVING, SIR! YES!! Oh! Bravo, sir!!
[Kryten tails off as Lister successfully moves the hand from its resting place to grab the ball which has sat motionless, three or four inches away from where he started.]
Lister: Oh! The sweat's dripping off me! Kryten: Oh, that was fantastic, sir! Absolutely marvelous, it worked like a dream! Lister:[incredulous] Is that it? Kryten: Well, er, how do you mean, sir? Lister: Is that the best it works?? Kryten: In what way? Lister: If I want to pick up a ball, am I going to have to take the morning off? Kryten: It was a tad slow, I'm forced to admit. Lister: A tad? The only thing I've ever seen pick up slower is Rimmer in a disco. Kryten: Well, maybe if I adjust the impulse valve it might make it a little more sensitive. [makes adjustment] Okay, let's try again: "Hand, pick up the ball." Lister: Okay... hand, pick up, the ball.
[Lister's arm shoots forward and clangs across Kryten's inattentive jaw]
Kryten: Okay... right... well, er, let's try again.
[Kryten takes a position to the side of the arm.]
Lister: Okay? Kryten: Now: "Hand, pick up the ball." Lister: Hand, pick up the ball.
[The arm flings itself out sideways and cracks Kryten again]
Kryten: I think, sir, there's a lot of anger inside you, and that's what's driving the arm. Lister: I don't feel angry. Kryten: Well, you've lost your arm, sir; you've every right to feel angry. Lister: I don't! I promise, I don't! Kryten: Ah well, you see, it's subconscious. You're thinking, "Hand, pick up the ball," but your subconscious is saying, "Punch Kryten in the head; beat the brains out of the demented droid that cut off my beloved arm." Am I right? Lister: Kryten, that's rubbish!
[Again the arm shoots Kryten-wards, sending the droid reeling]
Lister: You're right! It's controlled by my subconscious! Kryten: It's far too dangerous to let you out with that arm, sir. Two minutes with Miss Kochanski and who knows what you'd be swinging around your head!
Well, he did have the opportunity to cannibalize less essential parts of his 1973 Oldsmobile Delta 88 for it. Still, that would put him ahead of MacGyver.
Morag: What we need is something to discredit him. If he could be deported to Cygnus Alpha.... Doctor, am I right in thinking you can create experiences, implant them into a subject, who will then believe that they really happened? Havant: Of course. In fact, creating an illusion of reality is quite simple. Morag: Good. Then I think we can totally destroy Blake's credibility and get him sentenced. But I'd like to do a feasibility check. Doctor, would you come with me please. Havant: As you wish.
Varon: I'm Tel Varon, Justice Department. I've been assigned to defend you. Blake: I don't need a defense. I'm going to plead guilty. Varon: Come now. Certainly the evidence against you is strong -- Blake: I just want to make a statement in open court. I want those responsible for the massacre brought to trial. Varon: I'm sorry? Blake: There can be no justification for deliberate murder. Varon: There's nothing in the charges about murder. There are a number of other counts. Assault on a minor, attempting to corrupt minors, moral deviation as it pertains to-- Blake: Let me see that! [Blake gets up. Varon presses the sheet against the glass. Blake reads it.] Blake: All involving children! None of this is true! Varon: Of course not. That's why you surprised me when you said you'd plead guilty. Blake:[Splutters] Yes, but not to this, not to these charges. Varon: They are the only ones that have been brought against you. And I must tell you frankly the evidence against you is very damaging. Blake: Well, if there is any evidence, it's been faked! Varon: I've had the opportunity of talking to the children -- that is, the prosecution witnesses -- and they do seem very certain of their facts. Blake: Oh, yes, yes. Yes, their briefing would have been perfect. Varon: If I may, I'd like to outline how I think we should conduct your case. Blake:[In the background behind Varon's lines] They set me up beautifully. Varon: There is a possible approach if we could cite your record: your breakdown after your involvement with those illegal political groups, the remorse that you felt, the guilt you carried has placed you under an enormous strain. And we can submit that these assaults, these aberrations were carried out whilst you were mentally unbalanced. Blake: I will offer no defense, but I will plead not guilty. Varon: These are grave charges. Without extenuating circumstances, you might face deportation. A mental institution would be better than spending the rest of your life on Cygnus Alpha. Blake:[with deliberation] I will offer no defense. Right? Varon: Won't you reconsider? Blake: Even if you could prove me innocent, the charges have been made. I've got to hand it to them. [At the security camera]You've done a brilliant job!!
Varon: Look at that: outpatient admission, identity unrecorded. And there's another. And a third. Maja: Three unidentified admissions on the date the victims weren't at school. Varon: It's not absolute proof, but it gives us somewhere to start. Maja: But why would they have been to the clinic? Varon: Mental implantation? Maja: What's that? Varon: A fictional experience and emotion, implanted into the mind so vividly and permanently that it becomes reality. Maka: Is that possible? Varon: The process was perfected years ago, but prohibited by the medical profession. But if it is being used again -- Maja: Blake could be telling the truth! Varon: And that could blow the top off the whole Administration. Come on.
[Over the bodies of Varon and Maja] Dev Tarrant: I think a transporter accident. Killed instantly. Very tragic. See to it, will you?
Yeah, and I suppose that sitting in someone else's light, or perhaps walking on their lawn should be criminalized too? How about listening to someone else's radio? I'm sure you could get the RIAA behind that one. And the MPAA for watching someone's Pay-Per-View movie through a window.
They seem to go after the emitter if it can be received unaided but after the receiver if they have to take steps to see something invisible. You wear see-through clothing in public, you're arrested for indecent exposure. You use a night-vision camera to see through otherwise opaque clothing, you're arrested for being a peeping tom.
So the point is whether the access point operator should have known he was wide open and protected himself. If you can get it to work without authenticating yourself to your access point, it stands to reason that anyone could.
Or frame it differently: I'm sure law enforcement would rather not have to get a warrant to tap a wireless access point that is open access and unencrypted. They should be hesitant to establish a presumption of privacy for EM emissions.
I'm just glad the latest X11 version for Mac (not the latest version over all) now knows not to open my spreadsheet maximized every time. No more unmaximizing and then manually resizing every time I open it.
Still, that's an odd decision to center it on the screen. If you can remember the size, couldn't you also remember the placement, overriding only if that combination would leave the window partially or totally off-screen (say due to running a different resolution and/or number of monitors)?
The only practical applications of this technology are Aibo-like robotic pets, alpine rescue/relief assistants (like St. Bernards of old), and military weaponry. What, entering one into the new BattleBots contest isn't practical?
How about casting one in anotheradaption of Stephen King's short story "Trucks".
Clearly those participating in the study weren't familiar with the continuous copyright extensions put forth to keep Mickey Mouse in his corporate cage. Use a slashdotter population sample and you'll get different results.
Mickey should be depicted with a copyright symbol tattooed in one ear and an infinity symbol in the other.
The only problem I've had with the TiVo Desktop included with Roxio Toast is that it won't let me transfer the recent Knight Rider TV movie in HD to my computer. Neither airing. After little more than a dozen megabytes it just stops.
Indeed. I find I have to kill -9 Firefox 2 approximately every 24 hours under RH9 Linux (work environment) when it suddenly decides it needs to consume 100% CPU resources to do simple things like scrolling a page of text.
Bread golems are to be feared. So warm... so soft... could sleep forever. No! Must fight! Mustn't succumb to the rapture of the bread! Yeast Devil! Back to the oven that baked you! Chef of chicanery... your buns are mine!
The satellite doesn't have an infinite number of reflecting surfaces. Therefore, a single photon fired at it must not only hit the satellite accurately, but it must be lucky enough to strike a reflecting surface that happens to be at the precisely correct angle. If the angle of incidence is not 90.000 degrees, or whatever exact precision, then the photon will miss the receiving antenna back on the ground. Are you sure it's not just covered in triangular corner reflectors? That's how I'd design it.
Laser to blind people or have other longtime effects (except death, "normal injury" comparable to bullets) on enemy soldiers are outlawed. If that is their only effect. They can deploy lasers designed to destroy the optics of surveillance equipment (cameras, scopes) even if they also destroy eyes.
Ah, ha, ha. ha, staying entangled, staying entangled Ah, ha, ha, ha, staying entaaa-aaaan-gleeee-eeeed, oh yeah!
Well, you can tell by the way that I've been spun, I'm either a zero, or eyther a one. Quantum entangled far and long. I've been a qubit since I was born.
And now it's all right, it's O.K. But you must look the other way. 'Cos if you look, you'll understand A quantum state's effect on man.
Whether you're a top or whether you're a bottom You're quantumly entangled, quantumly entangled Though we're separated, our states are identicated We're staying entangled, staying entangled
Ah, ha, ha, ha, staying entangled, staying entangled Ah, ha, ha, ha, staying entaaa-aaaan-gleeee-eeeed, oh yeah!
Light goin' nowhere Quanta probability Someone observe me now Light goin' nowhere Someone observe me now I'm stayin' entangled
If as President of the United States, the best of his ability was limited to his obligation of keeping the people safe, the oath leaves a small out there. Is there an obligation of keeping the people safe in that oath? I'm not seeing it. Nothing other than as a byproduct of upholding the Constitution. If the Constitution said he had to personally decimate (reduce by 10%) the population of the nation, his oath would require him to do it. Thankfully it does not.
Why focus on this? Because this excited utterance (even as corrected, and thank you for that) left no ambiguity of his position regarding upholding the Constitution and his contempt for his oath and office. This is worse than the technical perjury for which Clinton was impeached(*). Impeachment proceedings should have started that same day. (I'll believe the witness recanting only if he doesn't reverse himself again after the accused and staff out of power.)
But then the only thing worse than Bush staying in office would be Cheney replacing him, and not just for the pardoning power he'd exercise. And even if both could be impeached simultaneously, we have a Speaker of the House refusing to consider doing anything that would put her in that seat of power by succession nor relinquish her power as Speaker. (Draw your own conclusions as to why.)
Oh, there's enough reason to be pissed at the whole thing. It's still a matter of where you find the hardest, most damning evidence. And Bush's own words giving voice to his contempt for the Constitution reveals his unwillingness, not inability, to uphold his oath of office.
I'd be for making what is implicit explicit by adding to the end of every oath of Federal office, "under Penalty of Treason," and enforcing it. No matter whom.
"The people shouldn't fear their government; the government should fear it's people." -- V
(*) And no, Clinton shouldn't have been playing those word games. Lying about sex is a damn fool thing to impeach or get impeached for all around.
How about violation of his oath of office, to "preserve, protect, and defend the Constitution of the United States"? Or, as he put it, "a fucking piece of paper"?
"Stop throwing the Constitution in my face; it's just a fucking piece of paper!" --Words of Treason from sitting U.S. President George W. Bush
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I've always been partial to disabled@bedridden.invalid.
I've also wondered if routing your mail using user%example.org@example.com notation still worked. Could one give out an address like user%example.com@spamfilter.example to run it through a spam filtering service and reject any mail that didn't come via spamfilter.example (if spamfilter.example allowed such relaying syntax)?
Sorry, first disclosure, I can't even patent it now.
Someone should get recognition of Library of Congress units into Google Calculator.
How about, "The dead don't want revenge. They want nothing. They feel nothing !!"
Kryten: Right, now this is a copy of the standard model from the 21st century. Er, comfortable, sir?
Lister: It's fine, yeah.
Kryten: Okay, now let's recap: the limb is connected to neurons which run up to the left hemisphere of your brain, which controls the right side of your body. Now, all you have to do is merely command the arm to do something, and it obeys. Now, let's practice. Right, concentrate, sir. I want you to think: "Arm: pick up the ball."
Lister: Okay.
Kryten: Now just think: "I will pick up the ball."
Lister: I will pick up the ball.
Kryten: That's right, good, now, concentrate.
Lister: I will pick up the ball.
Kryten: Okay, now really think: Hand, pick up the ball. That's right, that's right. Hand, pick up the ball. Hand, pick up the ball! That's right, now keep going, sir! Pick up the ball! Now, focus down onto that and keep the thought, sir! Hand, pick up the ball!
[As Kryten offers verbal support in ever increasing volume, Lister strains and grunts, effort twisting his facial features as the hand lies motionless.]
Kryten: That's right, sir, now keep going, now really think, now. Hand, pick up the ball! Now let's really get it going, sir! Pick up the ball! Pick up the ball! Really start to go now, sir! Hand, pick up the ball, now let's keep moving! Keep on, sir, you can do it! HAND, PICK UP THE BALL! YOU'RE GOING TO MOVE THAT HAND, SIR! YOU'RE GOING TO MOVE IT! MOVE THE HAND, SIR!! HAND! PICK UP THE BALL!! PICK UP THE BALL!! YES SIR! YES! WE'RE STARTING TO MOVE, NOW! YES! IT'S DEFINITELY MOVING, SIR! YES!! Oh! Bravo, sir!!
[Kryten tails off as Lister successfully moves the hand from its resting place to grab the ball which has sat motionless, three or four inches away from where he started.]
Lister: Oh! The sweat's dripping off me!
Kryten: Oh, that was fantastic, sir! Absolutely marvelous, it worked like a dream!
Lister: [incredulous] Is that it?
Kryten: Well, er, how do you mean, sir?
Lister: Is that the best it works??
Kryten: In what way?
Lister: If I want to pick up a ball, am I going to have to take the morning off?
Kryten: It was a tad slow, I'm forced to admit.
Lister: A tad? The only thing I've ever seen pick up slower is Rimmer in a disco.
Kryten: Well, maybe if I adjust the impulse valve it might make it a little more sensitive. [makes adjustment] Okay, let's try again: "Hand, pick up the ball."
Lister: Okay... hand, pick up, the ball.
[Lister's arm shoots forward and clangs across Kryten's inattentive jaw]
Kryten: Okay... right... well, er, let's try again.
[Kryten takes a position to the side of the arm.]
Lister: Okay?
Kryten: Now: "Hand, pick up the ball."
Lister: Hand, pick up the ball.
[The arm flings itself out sideways and cracks Kryten again]
Kryten: I think, sir, there's a lot of anger inside you, and that's what's driving the arm.
Lister: I don't feel angry.
Kryten: Well, you've lost your arm, sir; you've every right to feel angry.
Lister: I don't! I promise, I don't!
Kryten: Ah well, you see, it's subconscious. You're thinking, "Hand, pick up the ball," but your subconscious is saying, "Punch Kryten in the head; beat the brains out of the demented droid that cut off my beloved arm." Am I right?
Lister: Kryten, that's rubbish!
[Again the arm shoots Kryten-wards, sending the droid reeling]
Lister: You're right! It's controlled by my subconscious!
Kryten: It's far too dangerous to let you out with that arm, sir. Two minutes with Miss Kochanski and who knows what you'd be swinging around your head!
Well, he did have the opportunity to cannibalize less essential parts of his 1973 Oldsmobile Delta 88 for it. Still, that would put him ahead of MacGyver.
Morag: What we need is something to discredit him. If he could be deported to Cygnus Alpha.... Doctor, am I right in thinking you can create experiences, implant them into a subject, who will then believe that they really happened?
Havant: Of course. In fact, creating an illusion of reality is quite simple.
Morag: Good. Then I think we can totally destroy Blake's credibility and get him sentenced. But I'd like to do a feasibility check. Doctor, would you come with me please.
Havant: As you wish.
Varon: I'm Tel Varon, Justice Department. I've been assigned to defend you.
Blake: I don't need a defense. I'm going to plead guilty.
Varon: Come now. Certainly the evidence against you is strong --
Blake: I just want to make a statement in open court. I want those responsible for the massacre brought to trial.
Varon: I'm sorry?
Blake: There can be no justification for deliberate murder.
Varon: There's nothing in the charges about murder. There are a number of other counts. Assault on a minor, attempting to corrupt minors, moral deviation as it pertains to--
Blake: Let me see that!
[Blake gets up. Varon presses the sheet against the glass. Blake reads it.]
Blake: All involving children! None of this is true!
Varon: Of course not. That's why you surprised me when you said you'd plead guilty.
Blake: [Splutters] Yes, but not to this, not to these charges.
Varon: They are the only ones that have been brought against you. And I must tell you frankly the evidence against you is very damaging.
Blake: Well, if there is any evidence, it's been faked!
Varon: I've had the opportunity of talking to the children -- that is, the prosecution witnesses -- and they do seem very certain of their facts.
Blake: Oh, yes, yes. Yes, their briefing would have been perfect.
Varon: If I may, I'd like to outline how I think we should conduct your case.
Blake: [In the background behind Varon's lines] They set me up beautifully.
Varon: There is a possible approach if we could cite your record: your breakdown after your involvement with those illegal political groups, the remorse that you felt, the guilt you carried has placed you under an enormous strain. And we can submit that these assaults, these aberrations were carried out whilst you were mentally unbalanced.
Blake: I will offer no defense, but I will plead not guilty.
Varon: These are grave charges. Without extenuating circumstances, you might face deportation. A mental institution would be better than spending the rest of your life on Cygnus Alpha.
Blake: [with deliberation] I will offer no defense. Right?
Varon: Won't you reconsider?
Blake: Even if you could prove me innocent, the charges have been made. I've got to hand it to them. [At the security camera] You've done a brilliant job!!
Varon: Look at that: outpatient admission, identity unrecorded. And there's another. And a third.
Maja: Three unidentified admissions on the date the victims weren't at school.
Varon: It's not absolute proof, but it gives us somewhere to start.
Maja: But why would they have been to the clinic?
Varon: Mental implantation?
Maja: What's that?
Varon: A fictional experience and emotion, implanted into the mind so vividly and permanently that it becomes reality.
Maka: Is that possible?
Varon: The process was perfected years ago, but prohibited by the medical profession. But if it is being used again --
Maja: Blake could be telling the truth!
Varon: And that could blow the top off the whole Administration. Come on.
[Over the bodies of Varon and Maja]
Dev Tarrant: I think a transporter accident. Killed instantly. Very tragic. See to it, will you?
They seem to go after the emitter if it can be received unaided but after the receiver if they have to take steps to see something invisible. You wear see-through clothing in public, you're arrested for indecent exposure. You use a night-vision camera to see through otherwise opaque clothing, you're arrested for being a peeping tom.
So the point is whether the access point operator should have known he was wide open and protected himself. If you can get it to work without authenticating yourself to your access point, it stands to reason that anyone could.
Or frame it differently: I'm sure law enforcement would rather not have to get a warrant to tap a wireless access point that is open access and unencrypted. They should be hesitant to establish a presumption of privacy for EM emissions.
I'm just glad the latest X11 version for Mac (not the latest version over all) now knows not to open my spreadsheet maximized every time. No more unmaximizing and then manually resizing every time I open it.
Still, that's an odd decision to center it on the screen. If you can remember the size, couldn't you also remember the placement, overriding only if that combination would leave the window partially or totally off-screen (say due to running a different resolution and/or number of monitors)?
How about casting one in another adaption of Stephen King's short story "Trucks".
Clearly those participating in the study weren't familiar with the continuous copyright extensions put forth to keep Mickey Mouse in his corporate cage. Use a slashdotter population sample and you'll get different results.
Mickey should be depicted with a copyright symbol tattooed in one ear and an infinity symbol in the other.
In the year 3535
Ain't gonna need to tell the truth, tell no lies
Everything you think, do, and say
Is in the pill you took today
The only problem I've had with the TiVo Desktop included with Roxio Toast is that it won't let me transfer the recent Knight Rider TV movie in HD to my computer. Neither airing. After little more than a dozen megabytes it just stops.
Indeed. I find I have to kill -9 Firefox 2 approximately every 24 hours under RH9 Linux (work environment) when it suddenly decides it needs to consume 100% CPU resources to do simple things like scrolling a page of text.
"I want you to stop all the copyrighted downloads. You do know which ones are copyrighted?"
"All of them?"
"Good boy."
Ah, ha, ha. ha, staying entangled, staying entangled
Ah, ha, ha, ha, staying entaaa-aaaan-gleeee-eeeed, oh yeah!
Well, you can tell by the way that I've been spun,
I'm either a zero, or eyther a one.
Quantum entangled far and long.
I've been a qubit since I was born.
And now it's all right, it's O.K.
But you must look the other way.
'Cos if you look, you'll understand
A quantum state's effect on man.
Whether you're a top or whether you're a bottom
You're quantumly entangled, quantumly entangled
Though we're separated, our states are identicated
We're staying entangled, staying entangled
Ah, ha, ha, ha, staying entangled, staying entangled
Ah, ha, ha, ha, staying entaaa-aaaan-gleeee-eeeed, oh yeah!
Light goin' nowhere
Quanta probability
Someone observe me now
Light goin' nowhere
Someone observe me now
I'm stayin' entangled
Why focus on this? Because this excited utterance (even as corrected, and thank you for that) left no ambiguity of his position regarding upholding the Constitution and his contempt for his oath and office. This is worse than the technical perjury for which Clinton was impeached(*). Impeachment proceedings should have started that same day. (I'll believe the witness recanting only if he doesn't reverse himself again after the accused and staff out of power.)
But then the only thing worse than Bush staying in office would be Cheney replacing him, and not just for the pardoning power he'd exercise. And even if both could be impeached simultaneously, we have a Speaker of the House refusing to consider doing anything that would put her in that seat of power by succession nor relinquish her power as Speaker. (Draw your own conclusions as to why.)
Oh, there's enough reason to be pissed at the whole thing. It's still a matter of where you find the hardest, most damning evidence. And Bush's own words giving voice to his contempt for the Constitution reveals his unwillingness, not inability, to uphold his oath of office.
I'd be for making what is implicit explicit by adding to the end of every oath of Federal office, "under Penalty of Treason," and enforcing it. No matter whom.
"The people shouldn't fear their government; the government should fear it's people." -- V
(*) And no, Clinton shouldn't have been playing those word games. Lying about sex is a damn fool thing to impeach or get impeached for all around.
How about violation of his oath of office, to "preserve, protect, and defend the Constitution of the United States"? Or, as he put it, "a fucking piece of paper"?
"Stop throwing the Constitution in my face; it's just a fucking piece of paper!"
--Words of Treason from sitting U.S. President George W. Bush