This is the news that doesn't end, yes it goes on and on my friend, some people started posting it not knowing it's a dupe, now they'll continue duping it forever just because...
In Forza Motorsport for the XBox, I heard that you can have something called a "drivatar", that learns your driving style and can race for you when you don't feel like playing on a certain track.
True that. Here in Brazil a pirated CD costs R$ 5.00; legit ones, R$ 30.00 or more. I had pretty much given up on buying CDs at all, I got all my music from P2P. But when I found a store with legit CDs at R$ 10.00 - and there was some good stuff there, Ozzy, Judas Priest, Midnight Oil - I bought a lot of them!
"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 own need or ability. We voted on it. Yes, ma'am, we vot
Maybe you're right. Maybe Apple would be dead now if Steve had kicked Sculley out.
On the other hand, maybe, with Steve on the helm all the time, the Mac could have had evolution rather than revolution; maybe the Copland/Gershwin project would have turned out right; the Mac clones would have never happened; or the idea would have turned out so right, Apple would be just an OS developer now; maybe OpenDoc would have been far more successful, and now we'd be using Cyberdog rather than Safari.
It's like those "What If?" comics. But, unlike Uatu, we can not be sure. It's not like engineering - if this sprocket hadn't failed, the engine wouldn't have failed. We're talking about countless people over the course of two decades. There's no clear answer to "what if" here.
Really, having a dog to play with and take for walks makes going outside and walking actually fun! A husky is the ultimate physical exercise machine - and the best friend you can ever ask for.
The news say it is a 6 GB model (is the queen stingy?). But it also says: "The pocket-sized digital music players can hold up to 10,000 downloaded songs." No. Apple says the 20 GB iPod stores 5000 songs; a 6 GB iPod mini, 1500 songs. Something is wrong here - unless Her Majesty rips her CDs with lower quality settings!
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Maybe this will help...
Your geek license has just been revoked. Be sure to turn it in before leaving the building.
...I had misread it as "DNF", and wondered what could be Broussard's excuse this time.
They DO install themselves. Get online with a clean, unprotected install of XP, and it will be 0wn3d in a few minutes. Not "may be", it WILL be.
...does it mean the reports are GPL'ed? We should ask Stallman to check this!
Must I assume you are a Windows user?
This is the news that doesn't end,
yes it goes on and on my friend,
some people started posting it not knowing it's a dupe,
now they'll continue duping it forever just because...
(repeat)
World = planet Earth. The sun is a bit far from the world.
In Forza Motorsport for the XBox, I heard that you can have something called a "drivatar", that learns your driving style and can race for you when you don't feel like playing on a certain track.
I think they should have done that before Iraq.
..."The technologies of today --- TOMORROW!"
Mellel is good. Other interesting office-alternatives are Mariner Write and Mariner Calc, by Mariner .
True that. Here in Brazil a pirated CD costs R$ 5.00; legit ones, R$ 30.00 or more. I had pretty much given up on buying CDs at all, I got all my music from P2P. But when I found a store with legit CDs at R$ 10.00 - and there was some good stuff there, Ozzy, Judas Priest, Midnight Oil - I bought a lot of them!
"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?"
... Oh well ... Well, anyway, it was decided that nobody had the right to judge his own need or ability. We voted on it. Yes, ma'am, we vot
"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?
Maybe you're right. Maybe Apple would be dead now if Steve had kicked Sculley out.
On the other hand, maybe, with Steve on the helm all the time, the Mac could have had evolution rather than revolution; maybe the Copland/Gershwin project would have turned out right; the Mac clones would have never happened; or the idea would have turned out so right, Apple would be just an OS developer now; maybe OpenDoc would have been far more successful, and now we'd be using Cyberdog rather than Safari.
It's like those "What If?" comics. But, unlike Uatu, we can not be sure. It's not like engineering - if this sprocket hadn't failed, the engine wouldn't have failed. We're talking about countless people over the course of two decades. There's no clear answer to "what if" here.
Mod parent -1 Spoilsport!
The synthetic kryptonite arrow?
...does it run Windows?
Really, having a dog to play with and take for walks makes going outside and walking actually fun! A husky is the ultimate physical exercise machine - and the best friend you can ever ask for.
They already do, it's called "Resident Evil".
Depending on the angle you watch it from, either Han or Greedo can shoot first!
The news say it is a 6 GB model (is the queen stingy?). But it also says: "The pocket-sized digital music players can hold up to 10,000 downloaded songs." No. Apple says the 20 GB iPod stores 5000 songs; a 6 GB iPod mini, 1500 songs. Something is wrong here - unless Her Majesty rips her CDs with lower quality settings!
Well, there is AppleWorks for Windows...
*ducks*
Earthquake was the crappiest fighter in Samurai Shodown. I'd only play with Galford and Haohmaru.
Your lil' sis is smart. I can't get my brother-in-law to handle my Dreamcast games properly, and he's almost 30!