I try not to be a Windows Hater but it's an uphill fight. I didn't get Vista because of all the hype and hysteria surrounding it, and because I too, was burned by WinMe. Crashed and burned Three times on install, then BSOD'd about 15 minutes into the first boot. Went straight to the coaster pile with all those AOL CDs after that.
An interesting phenomena is the apparent aging of our presidents. After a few years in the office, they really start to look thrashed. Even G.W. with his water-off-a-ducks-back disregard for consequences got a little beat up there towards the end, when the shit started piling up around him.
In the olden days, when I was 25 years old, I had a date with a girl I thought looked a bit young. Carl, the doorman at the Keystone Berkeley, was a friend of mine, so I asked him to check her ID when we got there (being with me would have probably gotten her in without a check otherwise). She was actually 25 so things worked out okay.
Check out his webpage petervanloan.com He's an environmentalist! (He got funding for water meters) He's gotten funding for Recreation! (I think they're paving the parking lot) Yep, I better quit picking on this guy.
Back in the early eighties, just for laughs, my friend Patrick Laffey and I snuck back from Tijuana through the brush, on foot. We were the only U.S. citizens out there, but we weren't alone.
I've always wondered why, when the Ventures appropriated the music from the Twilight Zone, they went and called it "Out Of Limits". Retaliation for not getting permission, maybe.
I used to live in South Berkeley, hung out in some pretty shady parts of Oakland, &c. I never thought to pack a revolver until I got to Los Angeles. It's true the most dangerous fuckheads I ever met were L.A. County Sherrifs. (I did have to play chicken with about twenty vatos trying to run in front of my car once when I took the wrong short-cut in South Central, they chickened out and I didn't have to grab the.357 out of my lap). A friend's brother got lynched for being black after dark in Concord, California back in the seventies, but the whole get outta my neighborhood/if you can still walk after me and the homies beat your ass thing is happening more in Chi-Town than anywhere else that I've heard of recently. The chickenshit whingeing in the bourgeois press is laughable, most times, but it does have a basis in reality.
I don't know about identity thieves, per se, but the STUPID bitch that stole a tenant's check out of our mailbox took it to her bank and cashed it on her own account. She's doing time, the twit that cashed it probably still works there.
Do you know what the word crime means? Violating a retarded statute (or not), getting convicted (of a "felony" even) and going to gaol does not make one a criminal. A crime victim, maybe, but that's the price of living in "The Land OF The Free".
That reminds me of an (off-topic) anecdote, please bear with me, or skip on. Once in L.A. I was stopped at an intersection by a motorcycle cop, and waited an inexplicably long time, until I saw a presidential motorcade go blazing by. A month or so later, I was at the exact same intersection, one car back. (Santa Monica x Sepulveda), same thing. Since I knew what was coming, I sat on the roof of my car and waved like a madman as they zipped by. G.H.W. Bush gave me a back of the hand wave, friendly but sort of stiff, I thought. I don't think he was expecting any fans. A few years later, I was leaving a friend's house on California Street in San Francisco. (An old Black Victorian, that some of you might remember). At 25th Avenue, there was a throng of people lining the street, and a bunch of cops hanging around. It turned out that after dropping Chelsea off to start school at Stanford, the Clintons had gone to dinner at a friend's house in Sea Cliff (Feinstein?) and would be driving back along that route. I parked further down 25th, away from every one else, and sat on the cab of my pickup thinking about RPGs &c. (I kid!) After a long wait, along comes the motorcade. As I was rather high up, I could only see Hillary from the lap down (she wore a nice red suit) but Bill dropped to all fours on the floor and looked me in the eye as he waved back. Now, I didn't hold Clinton's policies in any higher regard than Bush's, but I gotta say, on a personal level, he's got my vote.
Just stay the fuck away from Chicago. If you read the Papers you'll note that neighborhood youth thuggery is completely out of hand. Probably more dangerous for innocent bystanders than Ciudad Juarez, which I hesitate to go back to.
I am not an electrical engineer, obviously, but the precise frequency IIRC used by Tesla's oscillator WAS somewhere in the 30-40 Hz range. That's obviously just some multiple of the actual resonating frequency of the planet, which would be quite low. BTW Tesla did make a small audio oscillator which almost took down a building before he shut it off, yo. If you know about AC transformers (or music) then you know that the primary and secondary coils must be tuned to complement each other. If you look at all of Tesla's patents, then you'll see things that you might recognise from the old Universal Pictures' Frankenstein movies. The spinning disc thingie with the copper contacts was an interrupter/oscillator which when rotated fed a high Hz pulse into the primary coil which was tuned to a frequency which then induced a (higher frequency) current in the secondary coil. Great for visual effects, but too much loss for much practical use. IIRC the losses are less at the lower frequencies. The principal of the Colorado Springs and Wardenclyffe installations was to induce a tuned charge into the earth which could be tapped into by a properly tuned receiver. Elementary, Watson. Radio is some impressive crackpottery too, just different frequency. I had some cool books published in Belgrade back in the seventies that were of Tesla's Colorado Springs Notes, and his Patent Wrappers, but he had a bad habit of incomplete documentation so his results have eluded the engineers thus far. If smart people like you were working on it instead the tinfoil hat crowd, It would probably be up and running by now. yo.
I thought we were talking about the wireless power transmission? Tesla used a lower frequency that resonated the planet with power, you'd have to tune to that frequency to tap it, but you could do it anywhere. The radio thing was just fooling around, Marconi ended up developing that, (and tried to steal the credit). The "Tesla coil" spoken of is middling high frequency, and I think Steinmetz kind of did most of the final work in that part of the spectrum, at least as far as wired power transmission is concerned. Tesla also fooled around with sound frequency phenomena but really his main interest was in the planet's resonant frequency somewhere around 30-40 Hz as near as I can recall. That's where you could transmit like fairly unlimited current if you wanted. Imagine no unsightly power lines criss-crossing the continent...
I had a Campagnolo crank that fit that thread in the seventies. I never got a frame to put it into. I gave it to a friend who could use it, finally. BTW tell GP that he can get a resonator that'll extend the range ALL THE WAY to 80cm, that's more than two feet.
Hey, I remember the fantastic lies they told when they were trying to sell BART in the sixties, and I actually got to ride it in the late seventies. It could happen. Of course BART ended up being a parody of a good transit system, used mainly to punish people too stupid to drive their own cars/helicopters to work, but it is useful for certain small groups of white collar commuters in certain exclusive communities. In twenty or thirty years, if you live in the right place, and work in the right place, you too can park your Porsche 999 in a gated structure and enjoy a MASSIVELY subsidised ride to one of about three possible destinations. Cheaper than going to Mars, probably. Enjoy!
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I liked Win2K best, had to get 98SE and then XP for the Rugrat's games.
Maybe the FUD won't hit the fan this time around?
I try not to be a Windows Hater but it's an uphill fight. I didn't get Vista because of all the hype and hysteria surrounding it, and because I too, was burned by WinMe. Crashed and burned Three times on install, then BSOD'd about 15 minutes into the first boot. Went straight to the coaster pile with all those AOL CDs after that.
The question is, is this the final service Pack of Vista or do I need to wait for Win7 SP2?
Isn't that when you string all the components together on the workbench without a case?
An interesting phenomena is the apparent aging of our presidents. After a few years in the office, they really start to look thrashed. Even G.W. with his water-off-a-ducks-back disregard for consequences got a little beat up there towards the end, when the shit started piling up around him.
In the olden days, when I was 25 years old, I had a date with a girl I thought looked a bit young. Carl, the doorman at the Keystone Berkeley, was a friend of mine, so I asked him to check her ID when we got there (being with me would have probably gotten her in without a check otherwise). She was actually 25 so things worked out okay.
Check out his webpage petervanloan.com He's an environmentalist! (He got funding for water meters) He's gotten funding for Recreation! (I think they're paving the parking lot) Yep, I better quit picking on this guy.
I've been looking at the top of the Google results for Peter Van Loan, and he seems to be the Canadian version of Don Rumsfeld. Honest mistake? YMMV.
Yeah, but dig how I invoked Godwin on a first post. Woot!
Who got it from the Hitler Administration.
Back in the early eighties, just for laughs, my friend Patrick Laffey and I snuck back from Tijuana through the brush, on foot. We were the only U.S. citizens out there, but we weren't alone.
I've always wondered why, when the Ventures appropriated the music from the Twilight Zone, they went and called it "Out Of Limits". Retaliation for not getting permission, maybe.
I used to live in South Berkeley, hung out in some pretty shady parts of Oakland, &c. I never thought to pack a revolver until I got to Los Angeles. It's true the most dangerous fuckheads I ever met were L.A. County Sherrifs. (I did have to play chicken with about twenty vatos trying to run in front of my car once when I took the wrong short-cut in South Central, they chickened out and I didn't have to grab the .357 out of my lap). A friend's brother got lynched for being black after dark in Concord, California back in the seventies, but the whole get outta my neighborhood/if you can still walk after me and the homies beat your ass thing is happening more in Chi-Town than anywhere else that I've heard of recently. The chickenshit whingeing in the bourgeois press is laughable, most times, but it does have a basis in reality.
I don't know about identity thieves, per se, but the STUPID bitch that stole a tenant's check out of our mailbox took it to her bank and cashed it on her own account. She's doing time, the twit that cashed it probably still works there.
Do you know what the word crime means?
Violating a retarded statute (or not), getting convicted (of a "felony" even) and going to gaol does not make one a criminal. A crime victim, maybe, but that's the price of living in "The Land OF The Free".
We may not be as state-of-the-art as Japan, but I just bought one with a 3" flush valve. WHOOSH!
That reminds me of an (off-topic) anecdote, please bear with me, or skip on.
Once in L.A. I was stopped at an intersection by a motorcycle cop, and waited an inexplicably long time, until I saw a presidential motorcade go blazing by. A month or so later, I was at the exact same intersection, one car back. (Santa Monica x Sepulveda), same thing. Since I knew what was coming, I sat on the roof of my car and waved like a madman as they zipped by. G.H.W. Bush gave me a back of the hand wave, friendly but sort of stiff, I thought. I don't think he was expecting any fans. A few years later, I was leaving a friend's house on California Street in San Francisco. (An old Black Victorian, that some of you might remember). At 25th Avenue, there was a throng of people lining the street, and a bunch of cops hanging around. It turned out that after dropping Chelsea off to start school at Stanford, the Clintons had gone to dinner at a friend's house in Sea Cliff (Feinstein?) and would be driving back along that route. I parked further down 25th, away from every one else, and sat on the cab of my pickup thinking about RPGs &c. (I kid!) After a long wait, along comes the motorcade. As I was rather high up, I could only see Hillary from the lap down (she wore a nice red suit) but Bill dropped to all fours on the floor and looked me in the eye as he waved back. Now, I didn't hold Clinton's policies in any higher regard than Bush's, but I gotta say, on a personal level, he's got my vote.
Just stay the fuck away from Chicago. If you read the Papers you'll note that neighborhood youth thuggery is completely out of hand. Probably more dangerous for innocent bystanders than Ciudad Juarez, which I hesitate to go back to.
Reminds me of "Jay and Bob Strike Back". Boom times for the Latex Glove Contractors.
I am not an electrical engineer, obviously, but the precise frequency IIRC used by Tesla's oscillator WAS somewhere in the 30-40 Hz range. That's obviously just some multiple of the actual resonating frequency of the planet, which would be quite low. BTW Tesla did make a small audio oscillator which almost took down a building before he shut it off, yo. If you know about AC transformers (or music) then you know that the primary and secondary coils must be tuned to complement each other. If you look at all of Tesla's patents, then you'll see things that you might recognise from the old Universal Pictures' Frankenstein movies. The spinning disc thingie with the copper contacts was an interrupter/oscillator which when rotated fed a high Hz pulse into the primary coil which was tuned to a frequency which then induced a (higher frequency) current in the secondary coil. Great for visual effects, but too much loss for much practical use. IIRC the losses are less at the lower frequencies. The principal of the Colorado Springs and Wardenclyffe installations was to induce a tuned charge into the earth which could be tapped into by a properly tuned receiver. Elementary, Watson. Radio is some impressive crackpottery too, just different frequency. I had some cool books published in Belgrade back in the seventies that were of Tesla's Colorado Springs Notes, and his Patent Wrappers, but he had a bad habit of incomplete documentation so his results have eluded the engineers thus far. If smart people like you were working on it instead the tinfoil hat crowd, It would probably be up and running by now. yo.
I thought we were talking about the wireless power transmission? Tesla used a lower frequency that resonated the planet with power, you'd have to tune to that frequency to tap it, but you could do it anywhere. The radio thing was just fooling around, Marconi ended up developing that, (and tried to steal the credit). The "Tesla coil" spoken of is middling high frequency, and I think Steinmetz kind of did most of the final work in that part of the spectrum, at least as far as wired power transmission is concerned. Tesla also fooled around with sound frequency phenomena but really his main interest was in the planet's resonant frequency somewhere around 30-40 Hz as near as I can recall. That's where you could transmit like fairly unlimited current if you wanted. Imagine no unsightly power lines criss-crossing the continent...
I had a Campagnolo crank that fit that thread in the seventies. I never got a frame to put it into. I gave it to a friend who could use it, finally. BTW tell GP that he can get a resonator that'll extend the range ALL THE WAY to 80cm, that's more than two feet.
Hey, I remember the fantastic lies they told when they were trying to sell BART in the sixties, and I actually got to ride it in the late seventies. It could happen. Of course BART ended up being a parody of a good transit system, used mainly to punish people too stupid to drive their own cars/helicopters to work, but it is useful for certain small groups of white collar commuters in certain exclusive communities. In twenty or thirty years, if you live in the right place, and work in the right place, you too can park your Porsche 999 in a gated structure and enjoy a MASSIVELY subsidised ride to one of about three possible destinations. Cheaper than going to Mars, probably. Enjoy!
Fortunately this isn't using the same method, so there's no risk of charging the planet.