Mind you, those usually would do good in IQ tests, yet believe in some rather ridiculous things... this patient's rewiring solved a hardware problem, those people just need a software upgrade.
How about a commentary track of Highlander II? It'd be painful to spend 90 minutes seeing that turd and listening to Russell Mulcahy bitch about how the producers forced him to use that stupid bad sci-fi plot and pretty much ruined his career (though he's now doing the 3rd Resident Evil movie).
That's because Square was on the verge of bankrupcy at the time. Had the original Final Fantasy not been a success, it would have been indeed their final game.
"Well, there was something that happened at that plant where I worked for twenty years. It was when the old man died and his heirs took over. There were three of them, two sons and a daughter, and they brought a new plan to run the factory. They let us vote on it, too, and everybody - almost everybody - voted for it. We didn't know. We thought it was good. No, that's not true, either. We thought that we were supposed to think it was good. The plan was that everybody in the factory would work according to his ability, but would be paid according to his need. We - what's the matter, ma'am? Why do you look like that?"
"What was the name of the factory?" she asked, her voice barely audible.
"The Twentieth Century Motor Company, ma'am, of Starnesville, Wisconsin."
"Go on."
"We voted for that plan at a big meeting, with all of us present, six thousand of us, everybody that worked in the factory. The Starnes heirs made long speeches about it, and it wasn't too clear, but nobody asked any questions. None of us knew just how the plan would work, but every one of us thought that the next fellow knew it. And if anybody had doubts, he felt guilty and kept his mouth shut - because they made it sound like anyone who'd oppose the plan was a child killer at heart and less than a human being. They told us that this plan would achieve a noble ideal. Well, how were we to know otherwise? Hadn't we heard it all our lives-from our parents and our schoolteachers and our ministers, and in every newspaper we ever read and every movie and every public speech? Hadn't we always been told that this was righteous and just? Well, maybe there's some excuse for what we did at that meeting. Still, we voted for the plan-and what we got, we had it coming to us. You know, ma'am, we are marked men, in a way, those of us who lived through the four years of that plan in the Twentieth Century factory. What is it that hell is supposed to be? Evil-plain, naked, smirking evil, isn't it? Well, that's what we saw and helped to make-and I think we're damned, every one of us, and maybe we'll never be forgiven...
"Do you know how it worked, that plan, and what it did to people? Try pouring water into a tank where there's a pipe at the bottom draining it out faster than you pour it, and each bucket you bring breaks that pipe an inch wider, and the harder you work the more is demanded of you, and you stand slinging buckets forty hours a week, then forty-eight, then fifty-six - for your neighbor's supper - for his wife's operation - for his child's measles - for his mother's wheel chair - for his uncle's shirt - for his nephew's schooling - for the baby next door - for the baby to be born - for anyone anywhere around you - it's theirs to receive, from diapers to dentures - and yours to work, from sunup to sundown, month after month, year after year, with nothing to show for it but your sweat, with nothing in sight for you but their pleasure, for the whole of your life, without rest, without hope, without end... From each according to his ability, to each according to his need...
"We're all one big family, they told us, we're all in this together. But you don't all stand working an acetylene torch ten hours a day - together, and you don't all get a bellyache - together. What's whose ability and which of whose needs comes first? When it's all one pot, you can't let any man decide what his own needs are, can you? If you did, he might claim that he needs a yacht - and if his feelings is all you have to go by, he might prove it, too. Why not? If it's not right for me to own a car until I've worked myself into a hospital ward, earning a car for every loafer and every naked savage on earth - why can't he demand a yacht from me, too, if I still have the ability not to have collapsed? No? He can't? Then why can he demand that I go without cream for my coffee until he's replastered his living room? Oh well... Well, anyway, it was decided that nobody had the right to judge his ow
Not that I dislike Square, far from it, but I think everyone should play Panzer Dragoon Saga and learn a very different style. Whereas Square makes very long and detailed RPGs, Team Andromeda made a short but absurdely intense one.
Save time NOT doing it. Using Excel and Word - and especially copying stuff from one to the other - is a torture. It hangs, it crashes, it just doesn't work right! I don't know how OpenOffice fares in comparison, but for some reason I doubt it can be any worse!
Now that's a fugly ad. Compare it to the famous Firefox NYT ad - that one was beautifully well-designed, but the mockup for OpenOffice's ad looks like something that any amateur would put together in 15 minutes using MS-Paint and a pic ripped from a school book. Also, it is too in-your-face ideological, it barely mentions the app's qualities!
But yeah, being a kid sucked too. Bullies, icky stuff for dinner, nobody to fuck...
I'm quite sure that there are some adults who *ahem* would be very interested in meeting a kid who is so deeply concerned about the availability of sexual partners. They will solve that problem too!
I thought "WinFS" meant "Windows File System", but I just checked Wikipedia and it actually means "Windows Future Storage". Well, if it is ever released, it is no longer in the future, right? It's like "Duke Nukem Forever": if it ever gets released, you're no longer waiting forever...
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Mind you, those usually would do good in IQ tests, yet believe in some rather ridiculous things... this patient's rewiring solved a hardware problem, those people just need a software upgrade.
How about a commentary track of Highlander II? It'd be painful to spend 90 minutes seeing that turd and listening to Russell Mulcahy bitch about how the producers forced him to use that stupid bad sci-fi plot and pretty much ruined his career (though he's now doing the 3rd Resident Evil movie).
Just one question: have you ever heard of the VENONA project?
That's because Square was on the verge of bankrupcy at the time. Had the original Final Fantasy not been a success, it would have been indeed their final game.
Excerpt from "Atlas Shrugged" by Ayn Rand
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"Well, there was something that happened at that plant where I worked for twenty years. It was when the old man died and his heirs took over. There were three of them, two sons and a daughter, and they brought a new plan to run the factory. They let us vote on it, too, and everybody - almost everybody - voted for it. We didn't know. We thought it was good. No, that's not true, either. We thought that we were supposed to think it was good. The plan was that everybody in the factory would work according to his ability, but would be paid according to his need. We - what's the matter, ma'am? Why do you look like that?"
"What was the name of the factory?" she asked, her voice barely audible.
"The Twentieth Century Motor Company, ma'am, of Starnesville, Wisconsin."
"Go on."
"We voted for that plan at a big meeting, with all of us present, six thousand of us, everybody that worked in the factory. The Starnes heirs made long speeches about it, and it wasn't too clear, but nobody asked any questions. None of us knew just how the plan would work, but every one of us thought that the next fellow knew it. And if anybody had doubts, he felt guilty and kept his mouth shut - because they made it sound like anyone who'd oppose the plan was a child killer at heart and less than a human being. They told us that this plan would achieve a noble ideal. Well, how were we to know otherwise? Hadn't we heard it all our lives-from our parents and our schoolteachers and our ministers, and in every newspaper we ever read and every movie and every public speech? Hadn't we always been told that this was righteous and just? Well, maybe there's some excuse for what we did at that meeting. Still, we voted for the plan-and what we got, we had it coming to us. You know, ma'am, we are marked men, in a way, those of us who lived through the four years of that plan in the Twentieth Century factory. What is it that hell is supposed to be? Evil-plain, naked, smirking evil, isn't it? Well, that's what we saw and helped to make-and I think we're damned, every one of us, and maybe we'll never be forgiven...
"Do you know how it worked, that plan, and what it did to people? Try pouring water into a tank where there's a pipe at the bottom draining it out faster than you pour it, and each bucket you bring breaks that pipe an inch wider, and the harder you work the more is demanded of you, and you stand slinging buckets forty hours a week, then forty-eight, then fifty-six - for your neighbor's supper - for his wife's operation - for his child's measles - for his mother's wheel chair - for his uncle's shirt - for his nephew's schooling - for the baby next door - for the baby to be born - for anyone anywhere around you - it's theirs to receive, from diapers to dentures - and yours to work, from sunup to sundown, month after month, year after year, with nothing to show for it but your sweat, with nothing in sight for you but their pleasure, for the whole of your life, without rest, without hope, without end... From each according to his ability, to each according to his need...
"We're all one big family, they told us, we're all in this together. But you don't all stand working an acetylene torch ten hours a day - together, and you don't all get a bellyache - together. What's whose ability and which of whose needs comes first? When it's all one pot, you can't let any man decide what his own needs are, can you? If you did, he might claim that he needs a yacht - and if his feelings is all you have to go by, he might prove it, too. Why not? If it's not right for me to own a car until I've worked myself into a hospital ward, earning a car for every loafer and every naked savage on earth - why can't he demand a yacht from me, too, if I still have the ability not to have collapsed? No? He can't? Then why can he demand that I go without cream for my coffee until he's replastered his living room? Oh well... Well, anyway, it was decided that nobody had the right to judge his ow
Villains do not have to be sexy and charming. Villains have to be vile!
Kefka.
Enough said.
Not that I dislike Square, far from it, but I think everyone should play Panzer Dragoon Saga and learn a very different style. Whereas Square makes very long and detailed RPGs, Team Andromeda made a short but absurdely intense one.
My own OpenOffice.org mockup ads , see if you like them.
Save time NOT doing it. Using Excel and Word - and especially copying stuff from one to the other - is a torture. It hangs, it crashes, it just doesn't work right! I don't know how OpenOffice fares in comparison, but for some reason I doubt it can be any worse!
Now that's a fugly ad. Compare it to the famous Firefox NYT ad - that one was beautifully well-designed, but the mockup for OpenOffice's ad looks like something that any amateur would put together in 15 minutes using MS-Paint and a pic ripped from a school book. Also, it is too in-your-face ideological, it barely mentions the app's qualities!
I thought "WinFS" meant "Windows File System", but I just checked Wikipedia and it actually means "Windows Future Storage". Well, if it is ever released, it is no longer in the future, right? It's like "Duke Nukem Forever": if it ever gets released, you're no longer waiting forever...
"If it moves, tax it. If it keeps moving, regulate it. And if it stops moving, subsidize it."
Quake and Quake II updates for Mac OS X --- Fruitz of Dojo.
Hey... if they think people have stopped liking Britney Spears, that's a GOOD thing too!
It helps to have any CPU other than a Pentium 4.
Hey! That movie ripped off a sound effect from The Jetsons!
Mind you, sometimes people make mista