On third thought... better to reboot whenever you walk away, and make sure there is a RAM scrubber during the boot process. Never know when someone might try to eject a RAM stick and read your encryption keys off of it.
Wouldn't you want to do that as a shutdown process as well (i.e. before the reboot)?
Nobody is that smart. Nobody should have the power to manipulate the variables by fiat. Nobody should have the power to tell people what to do with their own company, their own money, their own property, their own skills, labor, or body. Nobody.
Not even the owner of same?
No wonder we're so slothful.
("Nobody" means nobody. "Nobody else" means something else.)
There's no lens to define where the light is coming from when it's reflected to hit the skin
Sweat can bead on the skin and act as a lens, though for evolution of sight it would probably have to be from an aquatic genesis to have become such an ubiquitous solution on Earth, perhaps a membrane protecting sensitive nerve cells becoming progressively thinner generation after generation, improving both in sensitivity and ability to focus as it becomes naturally selected for improved chances of survival both offensively and defensively.
He expects these devices to have special sensors for detecting radiation at sea and in airports to identify terrorist threats, innovative night vision devices or near-weightless mechanisms to steer spaceships in space.
Did anybody else read this, "Homeland Security grants, DARPA grants, or NASA grants would all be just fine."
Coca Cola from the USA is significantly different from Coca Cola from Taiwan?
It's quite possible they use different sweeteners (high fructose corn syrup vs. cane sugar) or other substitute ingredients due to relative expense per region.
I watched CBS's coverage in HD and saw the color balance change frequently when showing Biden, revealing the uneven patterning of makeup. It was worst when they did a split-screen presentation of Biden and Palin.
I'll see about getting the section of transcript around the color balance changing back and forth to see if this tool also has affected video.
Lazlow: Alright let's go to line 8, hello caller, what's your name? Bob: Bob. Bob from Pine Creek. Lazlow: Hey, er...what's up, Bob from Pine Creek? Bob: Well, I been listening to your show, there's always people going on about problems in schools. Guns, people showing disrespect to teachers, drugs...schools are breeding grounds for crime, ain't they? Lazlow: Well I guess it seems that way. Bob: Well I got a reeeal simple solution. Shut 'em down. Shut down the schools and you shut down the problem. No more dead teachers, no more angry students. Lazlow: Well, but you don't think... Bob: No I don't, never! Now listen to me! It makes perfect sense! These days, they complain a lot, but you know what...they cost even more. I mean shoes, books, toys, even special tiny furry pets, that sort of crap. It's all about "me". "Me me me me!" Well not my Johnny. No sir! Uh-uh! I'm learnin' him the value of good hard work. Learnin' him good. At three, we taught him how to clean the bathroom, if he left so much as one hair on the soap it was off to bed with no dinner. You know what? He went to bed a-hungry only 20, maybe 30 times. He learned! Now, he brings his mother lunch in bed every day so that she can sleep in. Let me tell ya, everyone should have their kid serving up food. He even cooks for the whole family! These days he's getting too big to sweep chimneys, so now he's a paralegal at Rankin' and Ponzer! He's seven, and he's making Madge and me twenty-three thousand a year. And on weekends, he doesn't go to the mall, play soccer, read, or do any of that kind of stuff. No no. He works in the basement of a marketing company making photocopies all night. Hell, he goes to sleep during the day, that's another eight grand right there! So now, I'm buying me a fast-boat trailer, what do you say to that? Lazlow: Well it sounds kinda like...exploitation to me! Bob: Exploitation! Man, you bleeding hearts kill me! Johnny's mine! He's my kid! How can I exploit something I own? Exploitation, you sound like a communist! Kids in Russia, they don't work...that's why everything's so messed up over there! You have to wait one month for toilet paper! And their space station...it was made out of milk crates. I tell ya, we're conformed living it the American way! That, and the only thing more American is having folks work for ya! Lazlow: That sounds a little oppressive...and even despotic! Bob: Exactly Lazlow, you hit the nail on the head that time! He's my kid. I'm telling ya, just shut the schools down, make the kids work. That book stuff's all for sissies anyway. Lazlow: A..and doctors, and politicians, and lawyers and p...whatever, you know I can't even be bothered to argue with you, but I do feel sorry for your little Johnny the seven-year-old cook chimney-sweep paralegal photocopier because... his daddy's an idiot!! Let's take a quick break.
Lazlow: Alright, we're back here on Chatterbox, the radio show that never gets old. I'm Lazlow, with open ears and a closed mind. Hello, you're on the air, what's your name? Caller: I wanted to talk about spanking! Lazlow: Oh God...not another one...! Caller: I say spanking kids is the only way to teach them right from wrong. Lazlow: So you think that teaching kids from an early age that violence is the solution to problems will make them valuable members of our society. Caller: Exactly! I knew you'd understand Lazlow! My daddy used to whoop tar out of me. He once hit me so hard my spleen fell out of my ear. Didn't do me no harm. Look at me now, I'm the best pest-control guy in east Portland. I've killed more rats, roaches and vermin that you can imagine, and I love it. This is such a great country, I wouldn't be where I am today if my daddy hadn't beat me senseless. Lazlow: Hehh...what are you talking about? Man, I'm starting to believe that guy about the fluoride in the drinking water! Listen...if there's any sane person left in Liberty City that can hear my voice, please, call the show right now, this is an SOS, going out across the city!
It is me again, just responding on a different tangent.
You just install the plugin, and bam, it works. Amazingly enough, this is relevant to Linux, Windows, and Mac OS X. Wow. Technology.
Last I checked, it was installed with the two major browsers by default. However, in my work environment, I don't want Flash to come up and start yelling, "Aaah-aah, it's a miracle!" Even if locked behind a click by NoScript, there's no indication whether it will be disruptive to my work environment if I were to enable it temporarily.
I certainly don't want Flash ads interfering with my browsing, especially those that escape their bounds and want to overlay over the entire page. Who knows what behavior I'll trigger if they can throw transparent linked images over the page content. And did you know Flash can use your webcam? Right-click and learn.
Then it should have included the word "also", or a deep link to the slideshow. On its face, it was either a bizarre grammatical error or a non sequitur.
That also puzzles me. Why not, just to throw a wild idea out, take a portion of the bad dept on for the people who are getting kicked out. I mean like buy 1/2 or 2/3 of the dept from the citizens affected, so they aren't evicted.
You mean the hundred-years-of-blah-blah-blah dept.? When did that go bad?
Ditto, although it should be noted that back when I always made sure I had 2 $100 bills stashed in my wallet (...), this was before you could use debit cards anywhere. Nowadays there's no point -- it's been years since I've seen anyplace where I couldn't just swipe a card aside from gum ball machines.
And besides, gum ball machines also tend not to take Benjamins.
Jack Walsh: You wouldn't have change for a thousand, would ya? Cab Driver: Whatta ya, a comedian? Get outta here, you bum! Jack Walsh: Looks like I'm walkin'. -- Last lines, Midnight Run (1988)
(Circulation of high-denomination bills (>$100) was halted in 1969 by executive order of President Richard Nixon.)
"If it's not yours, don't take it." Why do some people find basic ethics so hard?:(
"Bio-readouts are all in the green, look's like she's alive. Well, there goes our salvage, guys." -- Regarding recovery of the presumed-derelict lifeboat Narcissus of the Nostromo; first lines, Aliens
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Except nightsky picture who are mostly black... But why encrypt these ? :D
They can reveal the time and location you took your naked-girls-on-trampolines-at-night fetish porn.
On third thought... better to reboot whenever you walk away, and make sure there is a RAM scrubber during the boot process. Never know when someone might try to eject a RAM stick and read your encryption keys off of it.
Wouldn't you want to do that as a shutdown process as well (i.e. before the reboot)?
So that's how their eyes glow?
Clue: it's a classic Sylvester the Cat cartoon "The Slap-Happy Mouse" reference.
You might not have gotten it as it gets cut for gun violence these days.
Communist.
No wait, that's not communism, but still, you're a communist.
I am not a communist. I may be a liar, a pig, an idiot, a communist, but I am not a porn star!
Now my father, he's an Elk, a Mason, a communist, president of the Gay and Lesbian Alliance for some reason, and a Stonecutter.
Really, dude?
No, I was being funny. Please don't cut off my hand.
Precedent has to be set somewhere. You just have to pick a battle you think you have the best chance to win.
They seriously need to be taken down a notch legally so they don't lawyer up at every opportunity.
Everybody has a right to an attorney. Even a corporation.
(And even an unlawful enemy combatant, but that's another topic for another time.)
Oh boy! Absolutes! I love playing this game!
Nobody is that smart. Nobody should have the power to manipulate the variables by fiat. Nobody should have the power to tell people what to do with their own company, their own money, their own property, their own skills, labor, or body. Nobody .
Not even the owner of same?
No wonder we're so slothful.
("Nobody" means nobody. "Nobody else" means something else.)
There's no lens to define where the light is coming from when it's reflected to hit the skin
Sweat can bead on the skin and act as a lens, though for evolution of sight it would probably have to be from an aquatic genesis to have become such an ubiquitous solution on Earth, perhaps a membrane protecting sensitive nerve cells becoming progressively thinner generation after generation, improving both in sensitivity and ability to focus as it becomes naturally selected for improved chances of survival both offensively and defensively.
He expects these devices to have special sensors for detecting radiation at sea and in airports to identify terrorist threats, innovative night vision devices or near-weightless mechanisms to steer spaceships in space.
Did anybody else read this, "Homeland Security grants, DARPA grants, or NASA grants would all be just fine."
My spidey sense is tingling.
Coca Cola from the USA is significantly different from Coca Cola from Taiwan?
It's quite possible they use different sweeteners (high fructose corn syrup vs. cane sugar) or other substitute ingredients due to relative expense per region.
Which channel's footage does it use?
I watched CBS's coverage in HD and saw the color balance change frequently when showing Biden, revealing the uneven patterning of makeup. It was worst when they did a split-screen presentation of Biden and Palin.
I'll see about getting the section of transcript around the color balance changing back and forth to see if this tool also has affected video.
Lazlow: Alright let's go to line 8, hello caller, what's your name?
Bob: Bob. Bob from Pine Creek.
Lazlow: Hey, er...what's up, Bob from Pine Creek?
Bob: Well, I been listening to your show, there's always people going on about problems in schools. Guns, people showing disrespect to teachers, drugs...schools are breeding grounds for crime, ain't they?
Lazlow: Well I guess it seems that way.
Bob: Well I got a reeeal simple solution. Shut 'em down. Shut down the schools and you shut down the problem. No more dead teachers, no more angry students.
Lazlow: Well, but you don't think...
Bob: No I don't, never! Now listen to me! It makes perfect sense! These days, they complain a lot, but you know what...they cost even more. I mean shoes, books, toys, even special tiny furry pets, that sort of crap. It's all about "me". "Me me me me!" Well not my Johnny. No sir! Uh-uh! I'm learnin' him the value of good hard work. Learnin' him good. At three, we taught him how to clean the bathroom, if he left so much as one hair on the soap it was off to bed with no dinner. You know what? He went to bed a-hungry only 20, maybe 30 times. He learned! Now, he brings his mother lunch in bed every day so that she can sleep in. Let me tell ya, everyone should have their kid serving up food. He even cooks for the whole family! These days he's getting too big to sweep chimneys, so now he's a paralegal at Rankin' and Ponzer! He's seven, and he's making Madge and me twenty-three thousand a year. And on weekends, he doesn't go to the mall, play soccer, read, or do any of that kind of stuff. No no. He works in the basement of a marketing company making photocopies all night. Hell, he goes to sleep during the day, that's another eight grand right there! So now, I'm buying me a fast-boat trailer, what do you say to that?
Lazlow: Well it sounds kinda like...exploitation to me!
Bob: Exploitation! Man, you bleeding hearts kill me! Johnny's mine! He's my kid! How can I exploit something I own? Exploitation, you sound like a communist! Kids in Russia, they don't work...that's why everything's so messed up over there! You have to wait one month for toilet paper! And their space station...it was made out of milk crates. I tell ya, we're conformed living it the American way! That, and the only thing more American is having folks work for ya!
Lazlow: That sounds a little oppressive...and even despotic!
Bob: Exactly Lazlow, you hit the nail on the head that time! He's my kid. I'm telling ya, just shut the schools down, make the kids work. That book stuff's all for sissies anyway.
Lazlow: A..and doctors, and politicians, and lawyers and p...whatever, you know I can't even be bothered to argue with you, but I do feel sorry for your little Johnny the seven-year-old cook chimney-sweep paralegal photocopier because... his daddy's an idiot!! Let's take a quick break.
Lazlow: Alright, we're back here on Chatterbox, the radio show that never gets old. I'm Lazlow, with open ears and a closed mind. Hello, you're on the air, what's your name?
Caller: I wanted to talk about spanking!
Lazlow: Oh God...not another one...!
Caller: I say spanking kids is the only way to teach them right from wrong.
Lazlow: So you think that teaching kids from an early age that violence is the solution to problems will make them valuable members of our society.
Caller: Exactly! I knew you'd understand Lazlow! My daddy used to whoop tar out of me. He once hit me so hard my spleen fell out of my ear. Didn't do me no harm. Look at me now, I'm the best pest-control guy in east Portland. I've killed more rats, roaches and vermin that you can imagine, and I love it. This is such a great country, I wouldn't be where I am today if my daddy hadn't beat me senseless.
Lazlow: Hehh...what are you talking about? Man, I'm starting to believe that guy about the fluoride in the drinking water! Listen...if there's any sane person left in Liberty City that can hear my voice, please, call the show right now, this is an SOS, going out across the city!
Stare at the kids, play with my wife, and talk to my computer, and--
[MARRIAGE FAIL]
I know what I did wrong. I know what I did. I need to talk to the kids. That's it. Talk to my kids, stare at my wife, and play with the computer and--
[MARRIAGE FAIL]
Oh, I know what I did wrong. I know what I did. It's play with the kids. OK. Play with the kids, talk to my wife, and stare at the computer and--
[walk in on brother having sex with my wife]
Ah ha! So you're the reason why--
[SHOTGUN TO FACE]
It is me again, just responding on a different tangent.
You just install the plugin, and bam, it works. Amazingly enough, this is relevant to Linux, Windows, and Mac OS X. Wow. Technology.
Last I checked, it was installed with the two major browsers by default. However, in my work environment, I don't want Flash to come up and start yelling, "Aaah-aah, it's a miracle!" Even if locked behind a click by NoScript, there's no indication whether it will be disruptive to my work environment if I were to enable it temporarily.
I certainly don't want Flash ads interfering with my browsing, especially those that escape their bounds and want to overlay over the entire page. Who knows what behavior I'll trigger if they can throw transparent linked images over the page content. And did you know Flash can use your webcam? Right-click and learn.
Really? Flash is pretty easy to use, too.
How easy? Can you use it with your eyes closed? For sake of argument, I'll allow you to have a braille display.
Well, consider the duration or these recordings. Could you fit a whole CD's worth of audio on one wax tube?
Then it should have included the word "also", or a deep link to the slideshow. On its face, it was either a bizarre grammatical error or a non sequitur.
That also puzzles me. Why not, just to throw a wild idea out, take a portion of the bad dept on for the people who are getting kicked out. I mean like buy 1/2 or 2/3 of the dept from the citizens affected, so they aren't evicted.
You mean the hundred-years-of-blah-blah-blah dept.? When did that go bad?
(The word you want is "debt" with a silent B.)
On the Firehose, the "story" tag separates stories from submissions and comments. The "story" tags are just leaking to the front page.
There are great images from the campaign; lots of fun.
I'm sure there are, but these are audio recordings.
Images of Grand Theft Airplane: Inyo National Forest. Poor dude getting jacked at 10,000 ft.
Or The X-Files "Max", "I think he caught the connecting flight."
Ditto, although it should be noted that back when I always made sure I had 2 $100 bills stashed in my wallet (...), this was before you could use debit cards anywhere. Nowadays there's no point -- it's been years since I've seen anyplace where I couldn't just swipe a card aside from gum ball machines.
And besides, gum ball machines also tend not to take Benjamins.
Jack Walsh: You wouldn't have change for a thousand, would ya?
Cab Driver: Whatta ya, a comedian? Get outta here, you bum!
Jack Walsh: Looks like I'm walkin'.
-- Last lines, Midnight Run (1988)
(Circulation of high-denomination bills (>$100) was halted in 1969 by executive order of President Richard Nixon.)
"If it's not yours, don't take it." Why do some people find basic ethics so hard? :(
"Bio-readouts are all in the green, look's like she's alive. Well, there goes our salvage, guys."
-- Regarding recovery of the presumed-derelict lifeboat Narcissus of the Nostromo; first lines, Aliens