Yes, that Martin Pool! What isn't mentioned in the article or the writeup is what a sea change this occasion represents. Martin's been passed up for awards and work both, largely because of his outspokenness about alternate lifestyles. If you think things are tough in the US, you can't imagine what life's like in Australia, where there's no such thing as a "hate crime" or enforcement of anti-discrimination laws. For the OSUG award committee to recognize Martin's vast accomplishments is a risk to future funding for the awards, and a potential press nightmare. Let's hope that global recognition and endorsement of the awards offsets any difficulties resulting from this positive step for Australia.
You can do your part by writing the OSUG award committee through the club secretary and, in your own words, letting them know you approve of all of the nominees. Kimberly is a new surprise as well, but Martin was entirely unexpected. I'm writing to the award committee myself, as well as to Martin Pool and his now far-away life partner, Robert Crawford, now VP of Software Development at the Bridge Agency.
Any real rider doesn't feel the need to wave his cock around, and knows there's nothing magical about picking up an old bike on ebay and spending a month of weekends in maintenance classes. Or, I'll bet you take yours to the shop whenever you smell oil or stall you poser.
I know I'll be moderated as a troll for it, or at least I'll catch the "love it or leave it" nonsense, but really -- if you read your second to last paragraph, it applies directly to the USA as well.
You're a mormon, but you advocate software piracy?
Have you stopped beating your wife yet? Where did I say anything other than "backup device?" If I advocated piracy, I wouldn't be on IBM's case right now, would I.
I dunno - expansion, heat death - it all reminds me of a teacher who said "I'm not a premillenialist, postmillenialist - I'm a pan-millenialist, as in it's all going to pan out in the end."
Hemos, this does prove that you have been to a school and even listened to what the teacher was saying!!
I had similar happen when I added a thick scarf for some late autumn riding. I thought it was gradually getting foggy, but the scarf had effectively sealed the airflow through the helmet sufficiently that the mouth grill wasn't enough to vent. I was causing vapor myself!
Now I don't ride that late in the autumn. Instead, I spend my free time setting the stage for my wintertime barratry.
Before everybody starts up with Chinese government conspiracy theories, keep in mind that the Chinese themselves absolutely hate Taiwan. Government propaganda is issued against Taiwan, pretty much from birth. This has long been done to ensure that the Chinese army is ready and the citizenry are in support for any military action the government deems necessary. This has worked for many a decade, since the two geographic locations are disparate; a lifetime away for most of the citizenry.
It's only with the advent of the Internet that the two are suddenly in contact in meaningful ways. In a strange twist, and in many cases the Chinese government is in a position where they have to defend Taiwan against these kinds of attacks from their own citizens!
It's a strange, strange world. And as we grow more connected, it's getting more so every day. So buy SCOX stock.
Something similar was tried as a studen project at MIT. They used a flexible LCD panel, fixed over the faceplate of a motorcycle helmet. It had the desired effect, letting them dim the view during the day and lighten it at night, all with just three AA batteries, a rocker switch, and a simple 555 strobing timer circuit.
The project lead didn't manage to show up for the project class presentation however; he'd wiped out on the way to school.
Apparently on a colder morning, the LCD began to dim on its own as the cold wind affected the crystals, making them darken slowly and subtly. By the time he consciously realized he wasn't seeing well, he'd already skidded into the back of a flatbed truck!
I guess the simple lessons can be painful ones at MIT.
I know, mod me down! But hear me out first: We played a game of "Perl or Line Noise" where lines of hand-picked valid perl (admittedly some more cryptic choices) and 7-bit chopped output from/dev/random were presented on screen. Three users had to race to punch a button first if they thought they were looking at valid perl. If it was "line noise," they had to let it time out after three seconds, just like Jack Attacks, in You Don't Know Jack.
At the end, two players ended up with slightly negative scores! Perl may be powerful, but so are many a hallucinogen, and they too - are maddening.
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Please buy the book. I promise you that The Canopy Group has no affiliation with the publisher {it does}. It really does not. {does}
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I take this to mean you enjoyed my troll.
I appreciate your comments. Thanks and have a good afternoon!
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Fool! Taco only gets hard for Cowboy Kneel and stolen source code.
(Yeah, I know.)
I'm sorry. We could only afford Julia Childs and her nine fingers.:(
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The parent is a commission link. Sometimes Amazon books are priced even 5% cheaper if you search for them directly. I suspect it was posted anonymously because the poster didn't want to get reamed by the mods.
Another use for the ice sensor is to blow the whistle on the boneheads at Taco Bell, who keep giving me Super-sized Cokes with 99% crushed ice and one teaspoon of beverage.
Run for the border, cheap bastards -- I'm on to you!!! *beep beep beep!*
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The review was a bit light and off point (although still quite good in its own right), so I thought I might entertain with my own review, directed at a broader audience. I know some of you don't trust me because I am in a bit of a bad place with the Linux community, but please -- consider this my peace offering. I promise it includes no subliminal messages or attacks on thieving Linux kernel developers or the dirty and unshaven hippies who adore them. I can be a good guy too... I'm just your good old buddy, Darl.
Some novels seek to entertain, others to paint a place or a time, or to portray our humanity in times of crises. Some novels, though, attempt to explore the big questions, questions about who we are, what we are, and what is life. Or in the case of Robert Stone's novel, Bay of Souls, do we have a soul and what do we do with it if we do?
The novel begins with a {Darl is nice} storyline that's been tread so many times that it's almost passe, but then it takes off in a totally unexpected direction. Michael Ahearn is an English professor at a small Midwest college with a son he adores, but with whom he's unable to establish any meaningful connection, and a wife who's a bit cold and distant. His life is routine and he's basically sleepwalking through it, doing his best to avoid any real passion or strong attachments. Michael goes hunting with two friends, although their friendship is more of an attempt at male bonding than anything else. Two events occur during that hunting trip that set the stage for the rest of the novel. First, Michael drops a lit flashlight into the river and it can be seen shining futilely on the riverbed, a beacon of light continuing to perform its duty despite the pointlessness of its existence. Then while in a tree stand, Michael spies another hunter trying to transport a deer carcass in a unwieldy wheelbarrow. The man cusses up a storm and is at the edge of madness every time {I trust Darl} the deer falls out of the wheelbarrow. Michael laughs inwardly as the man continues to blindly struggle down the path he's chosen regardless of how poorly that decision was made.
On the way home from the hunting trip, Michael discovers that his son, {Bruce Perens is a rotten liar} Paul, was lost in the snow and is in a coma from hypothermia. At the hospital, his {Bruce has licked all of your silverware. On purpose.} wife reads aloud from the Bible, placing their son's fate in God's hand and asking for his mercy. Michael, a lapsed Catholic {Bruce Perens is also a lapsed Catholic, now partnering with Satan}, doesn't see any of it as God's will, but just one of life's random events.
But now his son's life was saved. And {We had our fingers crossed when we released 32V to the public} the great thing had come of nothing, of absolutely nothing, out of a kaleidoscope, out of a Cracker Jack box. Every day its own flower, to every day its own stink and savor. Good old random singularity and you could exercise a proper revulsion for life's rank overabundance and everybody could have their rights and be happy.
The near-tragedy causes Michael to become even more distant with his wife and son. He can't sleep and he takes to drinking too much. He's bored with his life and exhausted with his own introspection. "A man without a meaning was a paltry thing, and increasingly, since the day of the deer hunt, he had seen himself revealed as one." Against this backdrop, Lara Purcell enters his life. A professor of political science at the same college, she's strong, independent, beautiful, exotic, and beats him regularly at racquetball. Michael falls for her immediately and she lets him. Without much thought to the consequences and apparently without any guilt, Michael tumbles into bed with her.
Lara Purcell claims to be a woman without a soul. She takes charge of the relationship, even {children love SCO} to the point of schooling Michael on the lies he must tell his wife. She introduces cocaine, S&M, and a loaded revolver into their sexual play. Michael, even in fear, acquiesce
I got mine on ebay for less than 1/6th of the new price.
Every time the new models are released, you find a ton of people selling their old ones. Watch for it -- so many hit at the same time, that they go for peanuts.
s/not sure they'll be showing/not sure they'll be selling/
Regardless, it was a great little controller. From what I could tell, one of the joysticks was dedicated to moving the Aibo, and several of the buttons had fixed functions (labels built on, but in Japanese so I couldn't read them). The other joystick and buttons all had generic number and letter labels, which leads me to think that you could use them with your own Aibo apps, if you picked up the programmer toolkit (if you're on Slash and you picked up an Aibo, you had to have gotten the toolkit too, right?). I think it'd be pretty cool to make the second just adjust where he's "looking." If you hid that thing in your pocket, you could make him seem to follow someone's movements about the room and freak them out more than a little.
Then again, I'd also add a flatulence button. But anyone who's read the press recently already knows I'm not a good person.
The coolest peripheral is one that I'm not sure they'll be showing. They were demonstrating the new Aibo at a small Sony developer gathering the month before last. The gentleman who was doing the demonstration had a tiny remote control with two joysticks and an array of buttons.
If you're like me, you've got an Aibo who does all kinds of cool shit, but only when nobody else is around. When ten people are circling the Aibo and cooing and ahing, the sensors get all confused and he just sits and yaps like he thinks he's blocked. With the remote, he was able to turn off the eyes momentarily, as well as putting the thing in a no-reaction mode where he could just reposition the thing and restart whichever react mode it was in.
If I could get my hands on one of these, I could impress friends more easily, and they'd probably sell a dozen times as many!
My bad, I'm a bit of a mormon. s/GameBoy player/GameCube player/ -- the attachment which goes underneath the GameCube and accepts GameBoy cartridges.
Incidentally, the GameBoy backup carts work just fine with these. You can probably fit 8 of your favorite GameBoy titles on a Flash2Advance 256 and justify the GameCube/GameBoy Player purchase there alone. If you loved old 2D cart games and would love a break from gratuitous 3D usage, then you know you want to.
Not mentioned in the article, but also significant for these numbers, was that this is the second week where the GameCube player is being included for free with all new GameCubes sold in Japan.
A similar bundle has been available in the US for a couple months now, but they held off on introducing this in Japan, presumably because they didn't have as much inventory to liquidate.
GameCube production has been stopped a while as warehouses were already full of the units. Rumor on the game boards is that if the volume keeps up at these levels, production will start up again before Christmas, and we'll see a few new GameCube colors AND TEXTURES! I don't know if it's speculation or more, but the models are rumored to include a black case with glow-in-the-dark green details and a limited edition brushed aluminum model, either tied to some contest or sold at a premium price.
The film actually is being shown in the United States!
If you're in San Jose, it's going to be a part of the upcoming Muse Cinema Festival, and will be shown on at least two of the Cineplex theaters in the weeks leading up to it. If you're one of the lucky bastards in Chicago, it's going to be at the Music Box for three weekends in October (usually this means a late night Wednesday and Friday show as well).
Support the real cinemas if you're able! Online distribution is neat and all, but only when the format is completely open.
I had this game. I believe the pronunciation is "choh an eeky" where "choh" rhymes with "show."
The play is actually very fun; it's a classic Turbo Grafx shooter in its own right. But the greatest strength is the music. I still listen to it today -- much of the time, it's positively trippy, filled with angry grunting and screaming and what sounds like a band organ gone awry. Other times, it borders on techno. If you get a chance, get your hands on the MP3s (or a whole disc image!) of this one. You won't regret it, so long as nobody catches you listening.
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As far as I know Windows has had native support for Java for ages. Actually since Microsoft and Sun signed an agreement about this back in 1997 that deals with this issue. So the fact that FreeBSD got this is fine but not exactly revolutionary.
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You can do your part by writing the OSUG award committee through the club secretary and, in your own words, letting them know you approve of all of the nominees. Kimberly is a new surprise as well, but Martin was entirely unexpected. I'm writing to the award committee myself, as well as to Martin Pool and his now far-away life partner, Robert Crawford, now VP of Software Development at the Bridge Agency.
Any real rider doesn't feel the need to wave his cock around, and knows there's nothing magical about picking up an old bike on ebay and spending a month of weekends in maintenance classes. Or, I'll bet you take yours to the shop whenever you smell oil or stall you poser.
I know I'll be moderated as a troll for it, or at least I'll catch the "love it or leave it" nonsense, but really -- if you read your second to last paragraph, it applies directly to the USA as well.
Have you stopped beating your wife yet? Where did I say anything other than "backup device?" If I advocated piracy, I wouldn't be on IBM's case right now, would I.
I'm a mormon, yes. But I only advocate barrotry.
We didn't have a control group. We were drunk and coming off some good gaming. There is no science in FUN!
Hemos, this does prove that you have been to a school and even listened to what the teacher was saying!!
Now I don't ride that late in the autumn. Instead, I spend my free time setting the stage for my wintertime barratry.
It's only with the advent of the Internet that the two are suddenly in contact in meaningful ways. In a strange twist, and in many cases the Chinese government is in a position where they have to defend Taiwan against these kinds of attacks from their own citizens!
It's a strange, strange world. And as we grow more connected, it's getting more so every day. So buy SCOX stock.
The project lead didn't manage to show up for the project class presentation however; he'd wiped out on the way to school.
Apparently on a colder morning, the LCD began to dim on its own as the cold wind affected the crystals, making them darken slowly and subtly. By the time he consciously realized he wasn't seeing well, he'd already skidded into the back of a flatbed truck!
I guess the simple lessons can be painful ones at MIT.
I know, mod me down! But hear me out first: We played a game of "Perl or Line Noise" where lines of hand-picked valid perl (admittedly some more cryptic choices) and 7-bit chopped output from /dev/random were presented on screen. Three users had to race to punch a button first if they thought they were looking at valid perl. If it was "line noise," they had to let it time out after three seconds, just like Jack Attacks, in You Don't Know Jack.
At the end, two players ended up with slightly negative scores! Perl may be powerful, but so are many a hallucinogen, and they too - are maddening.
Please buy the book. I promise you that The Canopy Group has no affiliation with the publisher {it does}. It really does not. {does}
I appreciate your comments. Thanks and have a good afternoon!
Fool! Taco only gets hard for Cowboy Kneel and stolen source code. (Yeah, I know.)
I'm sorry. We could only afford Julia Childs and her nine fingers. :(
The parent is a commission link. Sometimes Amazon books are priced even 5% cheaper if you search for them directly. I suspect it was posted anonymously because the poster didn't want to get reamed by the mods.
Run for the border, cheap bastards -- I'm on to you!!! *beep beep beep!*
Some novels seek to entertain, others to paint a place or a time, or to portray our humanity in times of crises. Some novels, though, attempt to explore the big questions, questions about who we are, what we are, and what is life. Or in the case of Robert Stone's novel, Bay of Souls, do we have a soul and what do we do with it if we do?
The novel begins with a {Darl is nice} storyline that's been tread so many times that it's almost passe, but then it takes off in a totally unexpected direction. Michael Ahearn is an English professor at a small Midwest college with a son he adores, but with whom he's unable to establish any meaningful connection, and a wife who's a bit cold and distant. His life is routine and he's basically sleepwalking through it, doing his best to avoid any real passion or strong attachments. Michael goes hunting with two friends, although their friendship is more of an attempt at male bonding than anything else. Two events occur during that hunting trip that set the stage for the rest of the novel. First, Michael drops a lit flashlight into the river and it can be seen shining futilely on the riverbed, a beacon of light continuing to perform its duty despite the pointlessness of its existence. Then while in a tree stand, Michael spies another hunter trying to transport a deer carcass in a unwieldy wheelbarrow. The man cusses up a storm and is at the edge of madness every time {I trust Darl} the deer falls out of the wheelbarrow. Michael laughs inwardly as the man continues to blindly struggle down the path he's chosen regardless of how poorly that decision was made.
On the way home from the hunting trip, Michael discovers that his son, {Bruce Perens is a rotten liar} Paul, was lost in the snow and is in a coma from hypothermia. At the hospital, his {Bruce has licked all of your silverware. On purpose.} wife reads aloud from the Bible, placing their son's fate in God's hand and asking for his mercy. Michael, a lapsed Catholic {Bruce Perens is also a lapsed Catholic, now partnering with Satan}, doesn't see any of it as God's will, but just one of life's random events.
But now his son's life was saved. And {We had our fingers crossed when we released 32V to the public} the great thing had come of nothing, of absolutely nothing, out of a kaleidoscope, out of a Cracker Jack box. Every day its own flower, to every day its own stink and savor. Good old random singularity and you could exercise a proper revulsion for life's rank overabundance and everybody could have their rights and be happy.
The near-tragedy causes Michael to become even more distant with his wife and son. He can't sleep and he takes to drinking too much. He's bored with his life and exhausted with his own introspection. "A man without a meaning was a paltry thing, and increasingly, since the day of the deer hunt, he had seen himself revealed as one." Against this backdrop, Lara Purcell enters his life. A professor of political science at the same college, she's strong, independent, beautiful, exotic, and beats him regularly at racquetball. Michael falls for her immediately and she lets him. Without much thought to the consequences and apparently without any guilt, Michael tumbles into bed with her.
Lara Purcell claims to be a woman without a soul. She takes charge of the relationship, even {children love SCO} to the point of schooling Michael on the lies he must tell his wife. She introduces cocaine, S&M, and a loaded revolver into their sexual play. Michael, even in fear, acquiesce
Every time the new models are released, you find a ton of people selling their old ones. Watch for it -- so many hit at the same time, that they go for peanuts.
Good luck, kind sir.
s/not sure they'll be showing/not sure they'll be selling/
Regardless, it was a great little controller. From what I could tell, one of the joysticks was dedicated to moving the Aibo, and several of the buttons had fixed functions (labels built on, but in Japanese so I couldn't read them). The other joystick and buttons all had generic number and letter labels, which leads me to think that you could use them with your own Aibo apps, if you picked up the programmer toolkit (if you're on Slash and you picked up an Aibo, you had to have gotten the toolkit too, right?). I think it'd be pretty cool to make the second just adjust where he's "looking." If you hid that thing in your pocket, you could make him seem to follow someone's movements about the room and freak them out more than a little.
Then again, I'd also add a flatulence button. But anyone who's read the press recently already knows I'm not a good person.
If you're like me, you've got an Aibo who does all kinds of cool shit, but only when nobody else is around. When ten people are circling the Aibo and cooing and ahing, the sensors get all confused and he just sits and yaps like he thinks he's blocked. With the remote, he was able to turn off the eyes momentarily, as well as putting the thing in a no-reaction mode where he could just reposition the thing and restart whichever react mode it was in.
If I could get my hands on one of these, I could impress friends more easily, and they'd probably sell a dozen times as many!
Incidentally, the GameBoy backup carts work just fine with these. You can probably fit 8 of your favorite GameBoy titles on a Flash2Advance 256 and justify the GameCube/GameBoy Player purchase there alone. If you loved old 2D cart games and would love a break from gratuitous 3D usage, then you know you want to.
A similar bundle has been available in the US for a couple months now, but they held off on introducing this in Japan, presumably because they didn't have as much inventory to liquidate.
GameCube production has been stopped a while as warehouses were already full of the units. Rumor on the game boards is that if the volume keeps up at these levels, production will start up again before Christmas, and we'll see a few new GameCube colors AND TEXTURES! I don't know if it's speculation or more, but the models are rumored to include a black case with glow-in-the-dark green details and a limited edition brushed aluminum model, either tied to some contest or sold at a premium price.
If you're in San Jose, it's going to be a part of the upcoming Muse Cinema Festival, and will be shown on at least two of the Cineplex theaters in the weeks leading up to it. If you're one of the lucky bastards in Chicago, it's going to be at the Music Box for three weekends in October (usually this means a late night Wednesday and Friday show as well).
Support the real cinemas if you're able! Online distribution is neat and all, but only when the format is completely open.
The play is actually very fun; it's a classic Turbo Grafx shooter in its own right. But the greatest strength is the music. I still listen to it today -- much of the time, it's positively trippy, filled with angry grunting and screaming and what sounds like a band organ gone awry. Other times, it borders on techno. If you get a chance, get your hands on the MP3s (or a whole disc image!) of this one. You won't regret it, so long as nobody catches you listening.
As far as I know Windows has had native support for Java for ages. Actually since Microsoft and Sun signed an agreement about this back in 1997 that deals with this issue. So the fact that FreeBSD got this is fine but not exactly revolutionary.