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Voting her book down is the wrong tactic
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Katie Jones Interviewed
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While I am sure that Katie Jones really appreciated the outpouring of support for her cause, I think that voting the book down was the wrong way to show your support. The book does little damage to Penguin, but does an immense amount of damage to the author of the book. The author did not perpetrate this crime, Penguin did.
The author has been a victim once, let us not make her a victim again.
Well, if you want to sit back and keep pointing the finger without offering an achievable solution, by all means go for it. In the meantime, the most realistic solution would be ISP centric, because they are the ones with the know how, as well as being able to effect these changes centrally.
How can you make a reverse firewall as easy to set up as a normal consumer firewall? Is technology advanced and automated enough where this reverse firewall can detect when a user is sending email via port 25 to his or hers ISPs SMTP server? Can a reverse firewall tell the difference between spam being sent out, and someone emailing his entire family with good news about his daughters report card?
A better solution is for ISPs to block port 25 for all consumer connections, and only allow port 25 traffic to their own SMTP servers. Why put the onus on the consumers, when it is the ISPs who seem to be failing us?
Forcing you to pay for your own *gasp* broadband is not unreasonable. forcing you to pay for the pagers, cel phones and blackberries is. If you are hourly or salary, you do not include your commute time when submitting your time, so why should you whine about not having your broadband paid for? Instead, if you are on call, make sure that all time spent working after hours is marked down on your timesheet.
Consider yourself lucky that you got your broadband paid for up to now.
Hey, guess what? Already done. All users being downsized have a nice neat little email giving them tips and tricks on how to find a job online. Additionally, I have given them "free reign" when it comes to web and email usage for job searching. I cannot stop the downsizing, but I can help them land on their feet.
My goal with these pranks is to make them smile. So far, the gummi bears have worked splendidly. So much so, I am getting requests for other gummi bear wallpapers. You see, it makes them smile despite how crappy the working environment is.
With so many misguided suggestions, I am almost not surprised that you took such a hard stance. AS stated in my original question, I am looking for harmless pranks, pranks that make people feel a bit better about themselves and where they work. Its called building morale, and it is something which no one else has volunteered to do.
Out of all the trolls, and other helpful yet misguided suggestions, you sir understand the exact predicament I am in. I want to abuse my powers for good, and not evil. I don't want to reset passwords or disrupt the working environment, I want to make people giggle despite the knowledge that they will soon be unemployed.
Having said that, I have employed the script that changes the HP printer screen. Harmless fun.:)
PS: I am getting Gummi bear requests now. It seems that they were quite a hit with the coworkers.
- You do not need to give a sperm sample - You do not need to give your newborn child, nor your second or third. - There is no signing away your soul to
They require a simple registration. It involves the creation of a username, password, and throwaway email address. This is not an invasion of privacy, nor is it some grandiose conspiracy. GET OVER IT, TINFOIL MODERATORS!
I think there will be a backlash against technology. We will hit a critical point in our social evolution where we say "enough!" How much of a backlash, I know not.
At least I hope there is a backlash. Too much, too invasive, too quick.
Within 24 hours of the client coming out, someone out there will have a hacked client which sends the results to their own private server, thereby allowing them to compile their own partial copy of the movie. The more computers they commandeer with their client, the more complete their own private copy will be.
Unix was a program gone bad. Born into poverty, its parents, the phone company, couldn't afford more than a roll of teletype paper a year, so Unix never had decent documentation and its source files had to go without any comments whatsoever. Year after year, Papa Bell would humiliate itself asking for rate increases so that it could feed its child. Still, unix had to go to school with only two and three letter command names because the phone company just couldn't afford any better. At school, the other operating systems with real command names, and even command completion, would taunt poor little Unix for not having any job or terminal management facilities or for having to use its file system for interprocess communication and locking.
Then, bitter and emasculated by its poverty, the phone company began to drink. During lost weekends of drunken excess, it would brutally beat poor little Unix about the face and neck. Eventually, Unix ran away from home. Soon it was living on the streets of Berkeley. There, Unix got involved with a bad crowd. Its life became a degrading journey of drugs and debauchery. To keep itself alive, it sold cheap source licenses for itself to universities which used it for medical experiments. Being wantonly hacked by an endless stream of nameless, faceless undergraduates, both men and women, often by more than one at the same time, Unix fell into a hell-hole of depravity.
And so it was that poor little Unix began to go insane. It retreated steadily into a dreamworld, the only place where it felt safe. It took heroin and dreamed of being a real operating system. It took LSD and dreamed of being a raspberry flavored three-toed yak. It liked that better. As Unix became increasingly attracted to LSD, it would spend weekends reading Hunter Thompson and taking cocktails of acid and speed while writing crazed poetry in which it found deep meaning but which no one else could understand.
Eventually, Unix began walking down Telegraph Avenue talking to itself, saying "Panic: freeing free inode," over and over again. Sometimes it would accost perfect strangers and yell "Bus error (core dumped)!" or "UNEXPECTED INCONSISTENCY: RUN FSCK MANUALLY!" at them in a high pitched squeal like a chihuaua with amphetamine psychosis. Upstanding citizens pretended it was invisible. Mothers with children crossed to the other side of the street.
Then one evening Unix watched television, an event which would change its life. There it discovered professional wrestling and knew that it had found its true calling. It began to take huge doses of corticosteroids to build itself up even bigger than the biggest of the programs which had beaten it up as a child. It ate three dozen pancakes and four dozen new features for breakfast each day. As the complications of the steroids grew worse, its internal organs grew to the point where Unix could no longer contain them. First the kernel grew, then the C library, then the number of daemons. Soon one of its window systems was requiring two megabytes of swap space for each open window. Unix began to bulge in strange, unflattering places. But Unix continued to take the drugs and its internal organs continued to grow. They grew out its ears and nostrils. They placed incredible stresses on Unix's brain until it finally liquefied under pressure. Soon Unix had the mass of Andre the Giant, the body of the Elephant Man, and the mind of a forgotten Jack Nicholson character.
The worst strain was on Unix's mind. Unable to assimilate all the conflicting patchworks of features it had ingested, its personality began to fragment into millions of distinct, incompatible operating systems. People would cautiously say "good morning Unix. And who are we today?" and it would reply "Beastie" (BSD), or "Domain", or "I'm System III, but I'll be System V tomorrow." Psychiatrists labored for years to weld together the two major poles of Unix's personality, "Beasty Boy", an inner-city youth from Berkeley, and "Belle", a southern transvestite who wanted to be a woman. With each
Sco will find a way to use this history to further 'prove' that source code was acquired from commercial software at specific times from specific companies, using nothing more than the fact that some feature was added to linux on a specific date. This aids insane companies like SCO who want to find relationships and infringement where there really was none... go back far enough, and no one from the time/company/developer will be able to defend their IP...
As an aside, the greeks were the first to articulate and intellectualize homosexuality, as they argued that true love was between two men, a love which is not bound by hormonal urges. You can see the societal adoption of this very same philosophy with gay marriages being approved, and the subsequent tightening of church control over the current "democratic" administration.
It is not surprising that they are going to put their best foot forward and try to "lead by example", prior to their IPO.
While admirable, their press release is nothing more than idealistic rhetoric which does nothing to actually help the situation at hand. Not in the short term at least.....
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By their definition, qmailscanner is a firewall too. It stops (quarantines) spam and only lets legitimate email through.
Semantics.
The very act of patenting the ten laws of robotics goes completly against the laws which were patented.
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Failure to do so will result in (insert any patent or copyright threats here).
While I am sure that Katie Jones really appreciated the outpouring of support for her cause, I think that voting the book down was the wrong way to show your support. The book does little damage to Penguin, but does an immense amount of damage to the author of the book. The author did not perpetrate this crime, Penguin did.
The author has been a victim once, let us not make her a victim again.
I hope you are referring to him, and not me. ;)
My typing speed is a curse. That 20 second limit between hitting reply and hitting submit is a pain sometimes.....
Sorry, here is the correct link
http://news.messages.yahoo.com/bbs?action=m&board= 37172369&tid=nmtechyahoomessagesdc&sid=37172369&mi d=60
:)
I think its important to post this information, before yahoo deletes it.
Please note that I am not posting anonymously.
Well, if you want to sit back and keep pointing the finger without offering an achievable solution, by all means go for it. In the meantime, the most realistic solution would be ISP centric, because they are the ones with the know how, as well as being able to effect these changes centrally.
How can you make a reverse firewall as easy to set up as a normal consumer firewall? Is technology advanced and automated enough where this reverse firewall can detect when a user is sending email via port 25 to his or hers ISPs SMTP server? Can a reverse firewall tell the difference between spam being sent out, and someone emailing his entire family with good news about his daughters report card?
A better solution is for ISPs to block port 25 for all consumer connections, and only allow port 25 traffic to their own SMTP servers. Why put the onus on the consumers, when it is the ISPs who seem to be failing us?
Forcing you to pay for your own *gasp* broadband is not unreasonable. forcing you to pay for the pagers, cel phones and blackberries is. If you are hourly or salary, you do not include your commute time when submitting your time, so why should you whine about not having your broadband paid for? Instead, if you are on call, make sure that all time spent working after hours is marked down on your timesheet.
Consider yourself lucky that you got your broadband paid for up to now.
First Ad: Intel
Second Ad: AOL
Third Ad: IBM
Fourth Ad: IBM
HOW DARE THEY ADVERTISE AOL!
Would they have ever written it, knowing that, in the end, a paper clip would be used to teach people how to use a spreadsheet.....
Hey, guess what? Already done. All users being downsized have a nice neat little email giving them tips and tricks on how to find a job online. Additionally, I have given them "free reign" when it comes to web and email usage for job searching. I cannot stop the downsizing, but I can help them land on their feet.
My goal with these pranks is to make them smile. So far, the gummi bears have worked splendidly. So much so, I am getting requests for other gummi bear wallpapers. You see, it makes them smile despite how crappy the working environment is.
With so many misguided suggestions, I am almost not surprised that you took such a hard stance. AS stated in my original question, I am looking for harmless pranks, pranks that make people feel a bit better about themselves and where they work. Its called building morale, and it is something which no one else has volunteered to do.
THANK YOU.
:)
Out of all the trolls, and other helpful yet misguided suggestions, you sir understand the exact predicament I am in. I want to abuse my powers for good, and not evil. I don't want to reset passwords or disrupt the working environment, I want to make people giggle despite the knowledge that they will soon be unemployed.
Having said that, I have employed the script that changes the HP printer screen. Harmless fun.
PS: I am getting Gummi bear requests now. It seems that they were quite a hit with the coworkers.
- You do not need to give a sperm
sample
- You do not need to give your newborn child, nor your second or third.
- There is no signing away your soul to
They require a simple registration. It involves the creation of a username, password, and throwaway email address. This is not an invasion of privacy, nor is it some grandiose conspiracy. GET OVER IT, TINFOIL MODERATORS!
Cripes.....
I think there will be a backlash against technology. We will hit a critical point in our social evolution where we say "enough!" How much of a backlash, I know not.
At least I hope there is a backlash. Too much, too invasive, too quick.
Within 24 hours of the client coming out, someone out there will have a hacked client which sends the results to their own private server, thereby allowing them to compile their own partial copy of the movie. The more computers they commandeer with their client, the more complete their own private copy will be.
Ya, this would work.
Isnt this pretty complete:
. html
http://www.levenez.com/unix/
http://www.unix.org/what_is_unix/history_timeline
Now just follow the the copyrights and patents.
Unix was a program gone bad. Born into poverty, its parents, the phone company, couldn't afford more than a roll of teletype paper a year, so Unix never had decent documentation and its source files had to go without any comments whatsoever. Year after year, Papa Bell would humiliate itself asking for rate increases so that it could feed its child. Still, unix had to go to school with only two and three letter command names because the phone company just couldn't afford any better. At school, the other operating systems with real command names, and even command completion, would taunt poor little Unix for not having any job or terminal management facilities or for having to use its file system for interprocess communication and locking.
Then, bitter and emasculated by its poverty, the phone company began to drink. During lost weekends of drunken excess, it would brutally beat poor little Unix about the face and neck. Eventually, Unix ran away from home. Soon it was living on the streets of Berkeley. There, Unix got involved with a bad crowd. Its life became a degrading journey of drugs and debauchery. To keep itself alive, it sold cheap source licenses for itself to universities which used it for medical experiments. Being wantonly hacked by an endless stream of nameless, faceless undergraduates, both men and women, often by more than one at the same time, Unix fell into a hell-hole of depravity.
And so it was that poor little Unix began to go insane. It retreated steadily into a dreamworld, the only place where it felt safe. It took heroin and dreamed of being a real operating system. It took LSD and dreamed of being a raspberry flavored three-toed yak. It liked that better. As Unix became increasingly attracted to LSD, it would spend weekends reading Hunter Thompson and taking cocktails of acid and speed while writing crazed poetry in which it found deep meaning but which no one else could understand.
Eventually, Unix began walking down Telegraph Avenue talking to itself, saying "Panic: freeing free inode," over and over again. Sometimes it would accost perfect strangers and yell "Bus error (core dumped)!" or "UNEXPECTED INCONSISTENCY: RUN FSCK MANUALLY!" at them in a high pitched squeal like a chihuaua with amphetamine psychosis. Upstanding citizens pretended it was invisible. Mothers with children crossed to the other side of the street.
Then one evening Unix watched television, an event which would change its life. There it discovered professional wrestling and knew that it had found its true calling. It began to take huge doses of corticosteroids to build itself up even bigger than the biggest of the programs which had beaten it up as a child. It ate three dozen pancakes and four dozen new features for breakfast each day. As the complications of the steroids grew worse, its internal organs grew to the point where Unix could no longer contain them. First the kernel grew, then the C library, then the number of daemons. Soon one of its window systems was requiring two megabytes of swap space for each open window. Unix began to bulge in strange, unflattering places. But Unix continued to take the drugs and its internal organs continued to grow. They grew out its ears and nostrils. They placed incredible stresses on Unix's brain until it finally liquefied under pressure. Soon Unix had the mass of Andre the Giant, the body of the Elephant Man, and the mind of a forgotten Jack Nicholson character.
The worst strain was on Unix's mind. Unable to assimilate all the conflicting patchworks of features it had ingested, its personality began to fragment into millions of distinct, incompatible operating systems. People would cautiously say "good morning Unix. And who are we today?" and it would reply "Beastie" (BSD), or "Domain", or "I'm System III, but I'll be System V tomorrow." Psychiatrists labored for years to weld together the two major poles of Unix's personality, "Beasty Boy", an inner-city youth from Berkeley, and "Belle", a southern transvestite who wanted to be a woman. With each
Sco will find a way to use this history to further 'prove' that source code was acquired from commercial software at specific times from specific companies, using nothing more than the fact that some feature was added to linux on a specific date. This aids insane companies like SCO who want to find relationships and infringement where there really was none... go back far enough, and no one from the time/company/developer will be able to defend their IP...
As an aside, the greeks were the first to articulate and intellectualize homosexuality, as they argued that true love was between two men, a love which is not bound by hormonal urges. You can see the societal adoption of this very same philosophy with gay marriages being approved, and the subsequent tightening of church control over the current "democratic" administration.
It is not surprising that they are going to put their best foot forward and try to "lead by example", prior to their IPO.
While admirable, their press release is nothing more than idealistic rhetoric which does nothing to actually help the situation at hand. Not in the short term at least.....
So lawyers are petitioning for confidential information from other lawyers, knowing it is confidential?
Why, preytell, have there been no petitions to have SCOs lawyers disbarred yet?
If we could use the truth in Advertising laws and apply them to this movie, then we could get it renamed to "Birth of The Suck".
The manufacturing facilities that make your bike frame, gears, grips, as well as the lubrication for the bearings all requires oil.
Enjoy your bicycle dude, but you'll be in the same position as us, just in a differing way.