Well, at the very least, I can say I know it didn't go out with today's trash (I don't even like Domino's Death Disks), and the cat isn't interested in shredding glossy paper for me so it's probably still intact, if it's at all valuable for tracking down the original source.
They did imply though that postal mail would cost a few dollars for one letter (paying for postage for one letter with paper currency in a jar), which might be a bit of an exaggeration. Then again, two DVDs in two slim cases with label inserts do cost $2.02 as First Class (more as Media Mail).
If I followed that logic, I'd never order pizza. Plus those boxes can't be used as emergency furniture as effectively as a stack of newspaper can.
(This being Slashdot, I should probably mention this is all said pretty much tongue-in-cheek.)
And here I was genuinely curious about what you'd consider to be a furniture emergency, let alone one where a stack of newspapers or pizza boxes would be an acceptable solution.
(A suitable clear stretch of sturdy floor or wall is usually enough for me to respond to any impromptu demands for sex, no furniture required.)
You've got that backwards. First-class postage subsidizes bulk mailing; that's why, in part, that bulk mail costs a fraction of what 1st class mail costs.
Not according to what I've read, although I can't locate a cite at the moment.
I've read that too. In fact, I just read it yesterday on a piece of junk mail I received, accompanied by coupons for Domino's Pizza and other non-coupon inserts for Lowe's and life insurance.
We could detonate our nukes in volcanoes filled with the enemies of the world. Of course, we'd have to catch and transport all our enemies there in DC-8s; it's not like they'd all congregate there like Bond villains.
I've actually been advocating the use of nukes if our climate shift truly does get to the point of extinction level heat.
We can easily clear a few mines (or make a pure waterway in Central America) to get enough volcanic-type particulates into the air to drench the world in rain or snow. Radiation fallout would be unpleasant, but better than the extinction of humanity.
Why would companies replace systems that are working well?
So I can have fucking job?
I am willing to offer you a good one, but I couldn't find your address anywhere.
Both employer and employee should be aware of laws against discrimination by gender and sexual preference when offering and applying for a fucking job. And continued employment will be conditioned upon performance.
It isn't the only error. I just tried their form for entry without purchase. They say you are "Limited to 25 entries per day", but on only my second attempt at entry it said, "You have entered to many times today".
I'm not buying 24 apps a day. I don't even own a device to use them. Which is why I'm entering to win one.
Skyfox: hitting Control-G in flight switched from flying an advanced fighter plane to playing a game of Space Invaders.
Karateka: booting the game disk with the label side down played the game with all the graphics flipped vertically.
There was another which was just a cartoon image of the author of the game having his head chopped off by another person. I don't recall the game, except that this easter egg was included in all the games he wrote, including games for the Apple IIgs.
There was another program for the Apple IIgs that, if you did a scan for deleted files, there was a paint program with menus in French that could be recovered.
Miles: "You played it for her, you can play it for me." Computer: What? Miles: Play it, Sam. Computer: What key? Miles: Your favorite. Computer: Do you want verses first, or the choruses? Miles: Any way you like. Computer:Yeah! [instrumental bridge of Jeff Lynne's song "Video" plays] Computer: [singing] 1, 2, 3, 4, 5, and 6 / Baby, I love you to bits / And I want to see your tits. Miles: No. Stop! It's all wrong. Computer: Wrong? Miles: It sounds like soda pop. Computer: It is! Miles: [reading the hard copy] And those words. I can't play that for her. "I want to squeeze you, lick you / Pucker up and kiss you"? You make her sound like a lemon! Computer: But Moles, they rhyme! Miles: Oh, we're gonna have to start all over. Computer: Over? Miles: Yes, over. It's gotta be slow, like a real love song. Computer: I don't know what love is; you never told me. Miles: And the words. You gotta understand them. Computer:I WANT TO! Miles: Okay! Computer: Help me. Miles: Okay. Which words? Computer: "Kiss"! Miles: A kiss you do with the mouth. [Computer scans through some commercials, stops on a lipstick commercial] Woman:...stay supple, stay moist... Computer: [isolating lips] Like that? Miles: Well, actually two mouths. Computer: [spins lips 360 degrees] Two mouths. [Computer replicates lips to a second pair] Miles: Then you pucker up, touch lips, and kiss. [The two images fold together and vanish with a kissing sound] Miles: Next. Computer: Did you... kiss to her? Miles: Yes. Next. Computer: "Luv". Miles: You spelled it wrong. The real way is L-O-V-E. Computer: What is it? Miles: Is the most powerful feeling in the universe. Computer: Really? Miles: Most powerful I know. Computer: But what does it feel like? Miles: It can make you happy and sad, nervous and brave, helpless and strong, it can give you strength, it can make you weak. Computer: Moles, that does not compute. Miles: Look... Computer: I can't. Miles: Listen, it's not about words, it's about feeling. Tell me what you felt the first time you played the music for her. Computer: It... came from... deep inside of me. She... made me feel... like-- Miles: That's it! She made you feel! That's wonderful! That's perfect! That's-- Computer:Love! Miles: Well, no, but it's good enough for a song. Next word. Computer: "Screw". Miles: Where'd you hear that? Computer: The TV. Miles:She said that? Computer: It... could have been the plumber. He was here too. Miles: We'll skip that one. Next?
(The above is from memory. I may have gotten some lines a little wrong. This movie is still not available on DVD, but some clips were on YouTube. Basic summary (and I'm being forced to explain this to get past the too-few-characters-per-line filter) is Miles' computer, through a combination data overload and being doused with champagne, becomes self-aware and starts imitating sounds it hears, picking up the neighbor above playing her cello, and improvising a duet with her. She thinks it's the computer's owner doing it. It eventually picks up speech, he convinces it to help him compose a song for her. The computer becomes jealous and wants her for itself and the computer tries to sabotage their relationship, but in the end realizes the true nature of love and decides to takes itself away by frying itself electronically so the other two could be together ("I called long distance. I sent 20,000 volts around the world. Should be in Tokyo by now." "On my phone?" "Don't be upset; I dialed toll-free"). The computer doesn't reveal its name or pronounce Miles' name correctly (he'd typed it wrong early on) until the end.)
Virn Base Computer: Jam. Jamble. Scramble. Uncode. Declassify. Jargon. Love is the only reality. Keller. Colour. Cooler. Killer. Calor. Choler. I love you. I know a land where love. Keller. Don. Don. Dun. Din. Dan. Den. Perhaps we will be lovers for a long while. Who knows? Who know --
Orac: Teleport? I am not programmed. Three squared to the principal. I love you. My emotions are deeper than the seas of space. One times one is only possible in the ultra-dimensional. I love you. We will be lovers for a little while, or maybe for a long while, who knows?
It's been shown on PBS channels and on BBC America on cable several times (though the latter showed the remastered version of the earlier seasons) though I think the last time it aired was 2001 or 2002, sometime during when they were putting a double UK-US flag on the screen post-9/11.
The entire series (before this new production) is also available on DVD in Region 1.
It's when they report their speed in millibits per second that get me. I remember dialing up at a whopping 110,000 millibits per second on a portable acoustic-coupler terminal with a thermal printer for a display! And I still have that terminal, too.
Haven't had this much fun... Since a backhoe cut 50,000 fiber lines twice in two days in North San Jose. The phone company had people watching the backhoe to make sure that didn't happen a third time.
They were watching the backhoe? Did they suspect it of being a robot in disguise? 'Cause you can usually tell by the presence of a red or purple face-like logo prominently emblazoned upon it.
I thought what I'd do was, I'd pretend I was one of those deaf-mutes. That way I wouldn't have to have any goddamn stupid useless conversations with anybody. If anybody wanted to tell me something they'd have to write it on a piece of paper and shove it over to me. They'd get bored as hell doing that after a while, and then I'd be through with having conversations for the rest of my life.
Then someone had to go invent the Internet. Now everyone is doing it, and they never get bored with it!
A "sticky-footed climbing robot destined to explore Mars" makes it sound like this thing may see use on the ground. I'm curious how they plan to deal with dust and debris collecting on the pads.
Pete Helmes: The Marxists are denying the people of Latin America their right to eat Mr. Chicken. And, they're denying Mr. Chicken his human right to franchise and make a profit. Scott Dantley: Well, I sure as hell don't want some made-in-Moscow Mr. Cabbage Roll shoved down my throat against my will. Bob Nixon: Absolutely. Those peasants deserve the dignity and human right to eat Mr. Chicken when and where they please. Pete Helmes: And Jack, when that right is threatened in the Western Hemisphere, it becomes a national security issue for the United States of America. We're talking of the very survival of the entire concept of internationally franchised chicken, Jack!
Zombies. well, not zombies exactly - but I can imagine a scifi book where they use a centralized bot brain to animate vegetative-state or newly-corpses for slave labor.
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Here's hoping it's at least half as good as Super Columbine Massacre RPG!
Well, at the very least, I can say I know it didn't go out with today's trash (I don't even like Domino's Death Disks), and the cat isn't interested in shredding glossy paper for me so it's probably still intact, if it's at all valuable for tracking down the original source.
They did imply though that postal mail would cost a few dollars for one letter (paying for postage for one letter with paper currency in a jar), which might be a bit of an exaggeration. Then again, two DVDs in two slim cases with label inserts do cost $2.02 as First Class (more as Media Mail).
If I followed that logic, I'd never order pizza. Plus those boxes can't be used as emergency furniture as effectively as a stack of newspaper can.
(This being Slashdot, I should probably mention this is all said pretty much tongue-in-cheek.)
And here I was genuinely curious about what you'd consider to be a furniture emergency, let alone one where a stack of newspapers or pizza boxes would be an acceptable solution.
(A suitable clear stretch of sturdy floor or wall is usually enough for me to respond to any impromptu demands for sex, no furniture required.)
I don't get the cards in the mail, but I get lots of postage paid envelopes, these I fill with powdered sugar or corn starch before posting.
I would discourage doing that if the destination address is in Boston. Their appreciation for hoaxes tends to be prosecutorial in nature.
You've got that backwards. First-class postage subsidizes bulk mailing; that's why, in part, that bulk mail costs a fraction of what 1st class mail costs.
Not according to what I've read, although I can't locate a cite at the moment.
I've read that too. In fact, I just read it yesterday on a piece of junk mail I received, accompanied by coupons for Domino's Pizza and other non-coupon inserts for Lowe's and life insurance.
How do you get to Carnegie Hall? Practice, practice, bees!
We could detonate our nukes in volcanoes filled with the enemies of the world. Of course, we'd have to catch and transport all our enemies there in DC-8s; it's not like they'd all congregate there like Bond villains.
I've actually been advocating the use of nukes if our climate shift truly does get to the point of extinction level heat.
We can easily clear a few mines (or make a pure waterway in Central America) to get enough volcanic-type particulates into the air to drench the world in rain or snow. Radiation fallout would be unpleasant, but better than the extinction of humanity.
Been there, done that.
"And taking a look at the long range forecast, continued snow, darkness, and extreme cold. This is Howard Handupme, saying goodnight... ...goodbye."
Why would companies replace systems that are working well?
So I can have fucking job?
I am willing to offer you a good one, but I couldn't find your address anywhere.
Both employer and employee should be aware of laws against discrimination by gender and sexual preference when offering and applying for a fucking job. And continued employment will be conditioned upon performance.
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Never bring a turn based strategy-client to a first person shooter-fight... unless it's Fallout 3.
It isn't the only error. I just tried their form for entry without purchase. They say you are "Limited to 25 entries per day", but on only my second attempt at entry it said, "You have entered to many times today".
I'm not buying 24 apps a day. I don't even own a device to use them. Which is why I'm entering to win one.
Skyfox: hitting Control-G in flight switched from flying an advanced fighter plane to playing a game of Space Invaders.
Karateka: booting the game disk with the label side down played the game with all the graphics flipped vertically.
There was another which was just a cartoon image of the author of the game having his head chopped off by another person. I don't recall the game, except that this easter egg was included in all the games he wrote, including games for the Apple IIgs.
There was another program for the Apple IIgs that, if you did a scan for deleted files, there was a paint program with menus in French that could be recovered.
Miles: "You played it for her, you can play it for me." ...stay supple, stay moist...
Computer: What?
Miles: Play it, Sam.
Computer: What key?
Miles: Your favorite.
Computer: Do you want verses first, or the choruses?
Miles: Any way you like.
Computer: Yeah!
[instrumental bridge of Jeff Lynne's song "Video" plays]
Computer: [singing] 1, 2, 3, 4, 5, and 6 / Baby, I love you to bits / And I want to see your tits.
Miles: No. Stop! It's all wrong.
Computer: Wrong?
Miles: It sounds like soda pop.
Computer: It is!
Miles: [reading the hard copy] And those words. I can't play that for her. "I want to squeeze you, lick you / Pucker up and kiss you"? You make her sound like a lemon!
Computer: But Moles, they rhyme!
Miles: Oh, we're gonna have to start all over.
Computer: Over?
Miles: Yes, over. It's gotta be slow, like a real love song.
Computer: I don't know what love is; you never told me.
Miles: And the words. You gotta understand them.
Computer: I WANT TO!
Miles: Okay!
Computer: Help me.
Miles: Okay. Which words?
Computer: "Kiss"!
Miles: A kiss you do with the mouth.
[Computer scans through some commercials, stops on a lipstick commercial]
Woman:
Computer: [isolating lips] Like that?
Miles: Well, actually two mouths.
Computer: [spins lips 360 degrees] Two mouths.
[Computer replicates lips to a second pair]
Miles: Then you pucker up, touch lips, and kiss.
[The two images fold together and vanish with a kissing sound]
Miles: Next.
Computer: Did you... kiss to her?
Miles: Yes. Next.
Computer: "Luv".
Miles: You spelled it wrong. The real way is L-O-V-E.
Computer: What is it?
Miles: Is the most powerful feeling in the universe.
Computer: Really?
Miles: Most powerful I know.
Computer: But what does it feel like?
Miles: It can make you happy and sad, nervous and brave, helpless and strong, it can give you strength, it can make you weak.
Computer: Moles, that does not compute.
Miles: Look...
Computer: I can't.
Miles: Listen, it's not about words, it's about feeling. Tell me what you felt the first time you played the music for her.
Computer: It... came from... deep inside of me. She... made me feel... like--
Miles: That's it! She made you feel! That's wonderful! That's perfect! That's--
Computer: Love!
Miles: Well, no, but it's good enough for a song. Next word.
Computer: "Screw".
Miles: Where'd you hear that?
Computer: The TV.
Miles: She said that?
Computer: It... could have been the plumber. He was here too.
Miles: We'll skip that one. Next?
(The above is from memory. I may have gotten some lines a little wrong. This movie is still not available on DVD, but some clips were on YouTube. Basic summary (and I'm being forced to explain this to get past the too-few-characters-per-line filter) is Miles' computer, through a combination data overload and being doused with champagne, becomes self-aware and starts imitating sounds it hears, picking up the neighbor above playing her cello, and improvising a duet with her. She thinks it's the computer's owner doing it. It eventually picks up speech, he convinces it to help him compose a song for her. The computer becomes jealous and wants her for itself and the computer tries to sabotage their relationship, but in the end realizes the true nature of love and decides to takes itself away by frying itself electronically so the other two could be together ("I called long distance. I sent 20,000 volts around the world. Should be in Tokyo by now." "On my phone?" "Don't be upset; I dialed toll-free"). The computer doesn't reveal its name or pronounce Miles' name correctly (he'd typed it wrong early on) until the end.)
Virn Base Computer: Jam. Jamble. Scramble. Uncode. Declassify. Jargon. Love is the only reality. Keller. Colour. Cooler. Killer. Calor. Choler. I love you. I know a land where love. Keller. Don. Don. Dun. Din. Dan. Den. Perhaps we will be lovers for a long while. Who knows? Who know --
Orac: Teleport? I am not programmed. Three squared to the principal. I love you. My emotions are deeper than the seas of space. One times one is only possible in the ultra-dimensional. I love you. We will be lovers for a little while, or maybe for a long while, who knows?
And Scrapheap Challenge... sorry, Junkyard Wars. We Americans can't handle challenges; everything has to be a war! Or a mega-war!
It's been shown on PBS channels and on BBC America on cable several times (though the latter showed the remastered version of the earlier seasons) though I think the last time it aired was 2001 or 2002, sometime during when they were putting a double UK-US flag on the screen post-9/11.
The entire series (before this new production) is also available on DVD in Region 1.
It's when they report their speed in millibits per second that get me. I remember dialing up at a whopping 110,000 millibits per second on a portable acoustic-coupler terminal with a thermal printer for a display! And I still have that terminal, too.
Haven't had this much fun... Since a backhoe cut 50,000 fiber lines twice in two days in North San Jose. The phone company had people watching the backhoe to make sure that didn't happen a third time.
They were watching the backhoe? Did they suspect it of being a robot in disguise? 'Cause you can usually tell by the presence of a red or purple face-like logo prominently emblazoned upon it.
In general, I hate people.
I thought what I'd do was, I'd pretend I was one of those deaf-mutes. That way I wouldn't have to have any goddamn stupid useless conversations with anybody. If anybody wanted to tell me something they'd have to write it on a piece of paper and shove it over to me. They'd get bored as hell doing that after a while, and then I'd be through with having conversations for the rest of my life.
Then someone had to go invent the Internet. Now everyone is doing it, and they never get bored with it!
You mean gold. It conducts light better.
You must work for Monster Cable.
I mean that in the temporal neutral sense: either you do or you should.
A "sticky-footed climbing robot destined to explore Mars" makes it sound like this thing may see use on the ground. I'm curious how they plan to deal with dust and debris collecting on the pads.
Katamari Damacy on Mars?
have modified a Wiimote so that it can control an industrial lawn mower.
It uses a standard Wiimote that communicates via Bluetooth to a computer and robotics module built into the mower.
How is that modifying the remote? Sounds more like interfacing an unmodified remote with a computer that controls a module which controls the mower.
Look at me! I've modified a keyboard to put text on a remote web server!
Pete Helmes: The Marxists are denying the people of Latin America their right to eat Mr. Chicken. And, they're denying Mr. Chicken his human right to franchise and make a profit.
Scott Dantley: Well, I sure as hell don't want some made-in-Moscow Mr. Cabbage Roll shoved down my throat against my will.
Bob Nixon: Absolutely. Those peasants deserve the dignity and human right to eat Mr. Chicken when and where they please.
Pete Helmes: And Jack, when that right is threatened in the Western Hemisphere, it becomes a national security issue for the United States of America. We're talking of the very survival of the entire concept of internationally franchised chicken, Jack!
Zombies. well, not zombies exactly - but I can imagine a scifi book where they use a centralized bot brain to animate vegetative-state or newly-corpses for slave labor.
How about just as spare parts? Moontrap (1989) and Virus (1999) come to mind.