But it's bugged me for years. In classic Trek, the Romulan ships had a bird painted on them, hence they were called Birds of Prey. In later non-classic Treks, the Klingon ships were referred to as Birds of Prey -- of course they always looked like birds, but nobody ever called them that! What gives?
Of course, none of this detracts from the awesomeness of both types of vessels, which made the Enterprise look like the U.S.S. Pussy-Wussy.
Why do we despise ads on the web but not in a magazine that we paid for?
Because in magazines the ads don't blink, bounce around, or make really fucking irritating noises. I do hate it when they smell, though. Fortunately, the magazines I read generally don't have perfume ads.
I live in New York, and I can tell you this -- never ever leave anything visible in your parked vehicle, not even an empty bag. It will be broken into.
New York, just like I pictured it -- skyscrapers, and everythang...
The fact that it's old and still in use probably means that it sucks less. Hell -- the IRS is still in business, isn't it? Think of all the headaches (and $) they've saved over the years by not upgrading. And everyone should stop blaming the ancient programmers -- they don't make the decisions.
Back when I was a psychology major, we called it "psychology." Gee, I sure wish I had had courses like "Stress and Disease" to prepare me for the real world!
It seems to me that the "do not call" list does the telemarketers a favor, by giving them advance notice of those who will decline politely (at best) or curse and slam the phone down (my choice). Anybody who registers will, most likely, belong to that group who have no interest in whatever might be offered. The telemarketers can then concentrate their efforts on the ignorami who aren't even aware of the do-not-call list (and therefore make the best marks), as well as those who know about opt-out list but prefer to remain callable (i.e. friends and relatives of the telemarketers, and the very, very lonely).
I've been downloading contents from peer to peer networks since the advent of scour.net, and have had no gross misrepresentations of content such as you imply happen.
The one (ahem) time I tried to download a pornographic video via P2P, it turned out to be a beer commercial from overseas. It had bears in it. It was funny and completely non-pornographic. I suppose I should have been indignant about the betrayal, but I was amused, and surprisingly not even disappointed. Hee hee, bears!
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...life HARD.
It has dampened my fondness for overwrought acronymns. A little.
Meow meow meow meow, meow meow meow meow, meow meow meow meow MEOW meow meow meow...
Microsoft has released 10 "new" security bulletins, including one.... ZZZZZZZZZZZZZZzzzzzzzzzzzzzzzZZZZZZzzzz...
PHP and MySQL are "heady"? What sort of head do you have?
I believe the "H" in "PHP" stands for "hydrocephaly."
Get your stinking paws off me, you damned dirty ape! What? Oh, I'm terribly sorry...
But it's bugged me for years. In classic Trek, the Romulan ships had a bird painted on them, hence they were called Birds of Prey. In later non-classic Treks, the Klingon ships were referred to as Birds of Prey -- of course they always looked like birds, but nobody ever called them that! What gives?
Of course, none of this detracts from the awesomeness of both types of vessels, which made the Enterprise look like the U.S.S. Pussy-Wussy.
Why do we despise ads on the web but not in a magazine that we paid for?
Because in magazines the ads don't blink, bounce around, or make really fucking irritating noises. I do hate it when they smell, though. Fortunately, the magazines I read generally don't have perfume ads.
Is Jello stealing people's email now?
That is, when he's not busy suing the other DKs...
Some dude: "There's no air in space." Homer: "But there's an Air 'n' Space Museum."
To really piss them off, send them a copy of Shadow Warrior.
And to think, when I was a kid I had to settle for burning ants with a magnifying glass.
I live in New York, and I can tell you this -- never ever leave anything visible in your parked vehicle, not even an empty bag. It will be broken into.
New York, just like I pictured it -- skyscrapers, and everythang...
Remember taping albums to listen to them in the new fangled walkman?
I bet a lot of the kiddies here don't remember that.
You sell, you get paid. ... Of course, you'll also have to find some way to sleep at night...
Pay me in the six figures and I'll be sleeping like a dead baby. Incidentally, I do plan on learning to sell. Fuck IT -- I wanna be Willy Loman!
The fact that it's old and still in use probably means that it sucks less. Hell -- the IRS is still in business, isn't it? Think of all the headaches (and $) they've saved over the years by not upgrading. And everyone should stop blaming the ancient programmers -- they don't make the decisions.
Can anyone say Microsoft Bob?
Back when I was a psychology major, we called it "psychology." Gee, I sure wish I had had courses like "Stress and Disease" to prepare me for the real world!
It seems to me that the "do not call" list does the telemarketers a favor, by giving them advance notice of those who will decline politely (at best) or curse and slam the phone down (my choice). Anybody who registers will, most likely, belong to that group who have no interest in whatever might be offered. The telemarketers can then concentrate their efforts on the ignorami who aren't even aware of the do-not-call list (and therefore make the best marks), as well as those who know about opt-out list but prefer to remain callable (i.e. friends and relatives of the telemarketers, and the very, very lonely).
The one (ahem) time I tried to download a pornographic video via P2P, it turned out to be a beer commercial from overseas. It had bears in it. It was funny and completely non-pornographic. I suppose I should have been indignant about the betrayal, but I was amused, and surprisingly not even disappointed. Hee hee, bears!
Force him to write code for the rest of his life. That'll learn 'im.