Maybe he's really rich and he never has to look at anything below a Grant. Or maybe (probably) his entire life savings is invested in one "really nice-looking" Lincoln. Hey, it/is/ a 1995 series, which means it/could/ go up in value!
Diablos 1 and 2, Battlefield 1942, The Patrician 3, Unreal Tournament, and an odd little game called Kumoon. Every one of these game I find myself playing over and over again, and if I uninstall one, it's usually just for a few weeks.
"So yeah, we've got to, you know, like, kill drugs and stuff, man. I mean, drugs are like, so, like, wow. Drugs are a total bummer, since they, you know, do bad stuff. Hey, can you pass the nachos?"
You know what professors call "poorly cited" research?
Theft. If you don't cite something, you're claiming you wrote it. And if you cite something poorly, you're still implying that you wrote it, even if you make a half-assed attempt to claim otherwise.
You know, if you let the Grape Minute-maid sit in the drink machines long enough, you end up with what I affectionately call "Jeebus Juice." Unfortunately, you also end up with an instant failure on any state health inspection.
And all this time, I thought Google was planning on running around the Statue of Liberty, shooting armed terrorists in the neck with a crossbow while breaking open crates in a vain search for EMP grenades.
If they do end up hiring a guy named J.C. Denton, I reserve the right to say "I told you so."
I'm sorry undeadly (941339), but I don't understand what you mean when you type, "Yeah, but any slashdotter regular will fail the Turing test in the first place." Could you please explain that to me, undeadly (941339)?
It comes from one of the first chapters in "Catch 22," when the main character spends time in the infirmary working as a military censor, redacting letters with reckless abandon. Good stuff if you like anti-establishment authors!
That would be the mind-killing flashing image, jaggy heading text stored as an image, and poor sense of proofreading ("purchased my [sic] customer"). Those three things alone wouldn't make a site a Something Awful candidate, but when you combine them, you have many of the hallmarks of one.
(To be fair, I did read his press release, and he is only twelve.)
You find that traditional harmony has been exhausted, and is now sitting up on blocks on your lawn.
All your compositions take less time to perform than your brother takes to gut a deer.
A fight breaks out during a concert of your music.
You have one twelve-tone row sitting on top of another, inverted row, which sits on top of a third row.
To go to the first premiere of your music, you had to ask your dad to borrow the keys to the tractor.
Anyone in your family died after saying "Den Wein, den man mit Augen trinkt."
Großoberunterkartoffelbreikäsewaffenführer: Chief Head Deputy mashed-potato cheese weapon leader
At least, I think that's what that would mean; I can't remember if "Unterführer" can be split, and it's been about six years since I used German conversationally for any length of time.
No, there's a good chance that he'll speak whenever he feels like it. I can just imagine the scene now...
"Alright, so we've just gotten our--" "Murderers! You all murder cops and children!"
"Okay, anyway--" "I'll kill all of you! I'll kill all of you and your families! You train killers to murder victims!"
"As I was saying--" "I will kill all of you just to prove videogames cause violence!"
"Sir, I'm going to have to ask you--" "CENTIPEDE TRAINED MY CHILD TO KILL THE POPE! PONG KILLED KITTENS! MURDER! AYAHHAHYAHHHH!"
And that's when the security guards pull out the tranquilizer guns.
Is this THE Tom Clancy? I'm a big admirer of your work, and I'm glad to see you're already working on a new book in which neofascists kill the Miami Heat with a KC-130.
Ten "orders of magnitude" higher than $499.99 would be $4.9999 x 10^12, or almost 5 trillion dollars. According to this page the GDP of the world for last year was $5.5655 x 10^13, or more than 55 trillion dollars.
Actually, from what I recall, it was a different person you "caught lying." (Though I read the whole thread, and it appears your definition of "lying" seems to be much less rigorous than mine.)
You know, my mother was a pioneer of this idea. She and some of her friends came up with various vehicular crimes and the points associated with them. As I recall, you'd get about 300 points if you smashed into a nun in a crosswalk, but you'd get double that if she was pushing a baby-carriage.
And quadruple points would go to the first person to hit a nun wearing a pink habit while pushing a baby-carriage filled with cans of spam through a crosswalk at night.
Of course I remember how to play; I used to play Risk with my friends all the time when I was younger. First you pick what country happens to be the most "totally awsome." (I happen to prefer "the Russkies" because those guys from down the street always say that they're "retarded" and "gay," and that makes me empathize with the Soviet bloc.) Then, you make up some crazy rules (such as "No, you can't move there, because Australia is stupid,") spend about 30 minutes looking at all the weird cards, and finally get up and play with some GI-Joes, which are of course much cooler.
In retrospect, my lack of understanding for the mechanics of the game could be attributed to the fact that I was only eight.
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Maybe he's really rich and he never has to look at anything below a Grant. Or maybe (probably) his entire life savings is invested in one "really nice-looking" Lincoln. Hey, it /is/ a 1995 series, which means it /could/ go up in value!
Diablos 1 and 2, Battlefield 1942, The Patrician 3, Unreal Tournament, and an odd little game called Kumoon. Every one of these game I find myself playing over and over again, and if I uninstall one, it's usually just for a few weeks.
"So yeah, we've got to, you know, like, kill drugs and stuff, man. I mean, drugs are like, so, like, wow. Drugs are a total bummer, since they, you know, do bad stuff. Hey, can you pass the nachos?"
No, I thought of it, but the parent poster read my mind and stole my own thoughts. That means I'm entitled to a fabulous cash prize.
Theft. If you don't cite something, you're claiming you wrote it. And if you cite something poorly, you're still implying that you wrote it, even if you make a half-assed attempt to claim otherwise.
You know, if you let the Grape Minute-maid sit in the drink machines long enough, you end up with what I affectionately call "Jeebus Juice." Unfortunately, you also end up with an instant failure on any state health inspection.
If they do end up hiring a guy named J.C. Denton, I reserve the right to say "I told you so."
I'm sorry undeadly (941339), but I don't understand what you mean when you type, "Yeah, but any slashdotter regular will fail the Turing test in the first place." Could you please explain that to me, undeadly (941339)?
It comes from one of the first chapters in "Catch 22," when the main character spends time in the infirmary working as a military censor, redacting letters with reckless abandon. Good stuff if you like anti-establishment authors!
(To be fair, I did read his press release, and he is only twelve.)
You find that traditional harmony has been exhausted, and is now sitting up on blocks on your lawn.
All your compositions take less time to perform than your brother takes to gut a deer.
A fight breaks out during a concert of your music.
You have one twelve-tone row sitting on top of another, inverted row, which sits on top of a third row.
To go to the first premiere of your music, you had to ask your dad to borrow the keys to the tractor.
Anyone in your family died after saying "Den Wein, den man mit Augen trinkt."
At least, I think that's what that would mean; I can't remember if "Unterführer" can be split, and it's been about six years since I used German conversationally for any length of time.
That may be, but you're going to look like a smarter tool than normal.
Yes, but having fun with your own IT job makes your coworkers' jobs impossible.
"Alright, so we've just gotten our--"
"Murderers! You all murder cops and children!"
"Okay, anyway--"
"I'll kill all of you! I'll kill all of you and your families! You train killers to murder victims!"
"As I was saying--"
"I will kill all of you just to prove videogames cause violence!"
"Sir, I'm going to have to ask you--"
"CENTIPEDE TRAINED MY CHILD TO KILL THE POPE! PONG KILLED KITTENS! MURDER! AYAHHAHYAHHHH!"
And that's when the security guards pull out the tranquilizer guns.
I feel "little-endian" is a term with strong negative connotations; perhaps a better statement would be "Dvorak is a tiny, tiny dolt."
(0 + 0 + 0) / (0/1000000) = Undefined
Is this THE Tom Clancy? I'm a big admirer of your work, and I'm glad to see you're already working on a new book in which neofascists kill the Miami Heat with a KC-130.
Ten "orders of magnitude" higher than $499.99 would be $4.9999 x 10^12, or almost 5 trillion dollars. According to this page the GDP of the world for last year was $5.5655 x 10^13, or more than 55 trillion dollars.
I'm waiting for the word "Dord" to be added.
Actually, from what I recall, it was a different person you "caught lying." (Though I read the whole thread, and it appears your definition of "lying" seems to be much less rigorous than mine.)
But am not it obvious, the am an winner? What for am an he and editor? Of cause there an edit to am making the a single mote of dust.
And quadruple points would go to the first person to hit a nun wearing a pink habit while pushing a baby-carriage filled with cans of spam through a crosswalk at night.
Caution: Certain points in the game may be so awesome that you totally have to see if you can fly out of your window, because that would be crazy!
In retrospect, my lack of understanding for the mechanics of the game could be attributed to the fact that I was only eight.