Of course it isn't. It's a beer-flavored, alcohol delivery vehicle that is intended to intoxicate the brain. As it has a relatively low alcohol content, it must be consumed quickly and in large quantities. Devices such as this wacked-out fridge and of course, the venerable beer bong specifically were designed to assist in the pursuit of drunkenness by these means.
Real beer, as the more sophisticated and/or effete among us have noted, is not suitable for this purpose. And while I could never be accused of harboring sympathy for the denizens and survivors of Duke University and their supremely lame men's basketball team, I don't think the inventor of this marvelous contraption ever intended for it to fire off killer glass bombs of Old Speckled Hen. Mmm... speckle...
when and where did you ever have the right to cross an international border, board a plane, enter a school or a courthouse without producing ID at some point along the way?
International Border: It's been a while. 100 years ago?
Board a plane: Probably 50 years ago, give or take. Total guess. I do know that air travel in the 1960s was more like riding a bus than the situation we have today.
Enter a school: Ah! I know the answer to this one. How about when I was in high school in 1992.
Courthouse: Another one I know! The last time I went, Annapolis, MD, probably.. in 2005.
Now let me ask *you* some questions. When was the last time your ID was requested/scanned going through a toll booth? When was the last time you needed an ID to buy a tank of gas? When was the last time you needed an ID to get on a city bus or enter a subway system? When was the last time the government got your name confused with a suspected terrorist of the same name and used a radio frequency to hunt you down and drag you off to an undisclosed location for interrogation?
Virtual Machines are nice, only two problems: Slow and crippled
This statement is bunk. *Crippled*? Crippled how? Because you can't play Doom on it? When I hear the word crippled, I think one step away from paralyzed, and one step removed from a permanent vegetative state. I use VMware on Ubuntu at work and am able to run Lotus Notus (gag), Internet Explorer 7(double gag) with 8 or so tabs open, and Office using very little system memory. It's not perfect, not by a long shot, and obviously YMMV, but it's hardly fair to call available VM technology crippled.
I think the reason I fell out of my typical lurking mode and felt compelled to respond was because you're using hyperbolic language to sell an argument that I actually agree with in some ways. But language matters, so when you say something is crippled, that or that technology X is dying a slow death or is non-existent and it *demonstrably* is not, you trivialize the discussion.
Furthermore, if we're not talking about an actual OPERATING SYSTEM that interacts with *both* hardware and software, we shouldn't be calling it that. It's like saying, "Well, a dolphin isn't *really* a fish, but it reminds me of a fish and my grandma doesn't know the difference, so let talk about why the dolphin is one sorry-ass fish".
Now of course a web OS can't replace the low-level stuff of real OS"...
Er, then it's not an OS.
Real OS development has pretty much staled in the last ten years from a users point of view and everything that was broken back then still is (version tracking is non-existant, no proper undelete, manual save, no quick search, hard to clone a OS onto another machine, etc.).
What archaic piece of junk are you running anyway? Hard to clone? Setting aside the fact that the "dd" utility has been around for eons, there are are GLUT of applications for both *nix and Windows that can easily clone a machine. And of course let's not forget the many Virtual Machines in existence that allow you to clone or snapshot OSs within a virtual environment. And note, VMware and Xen et al don't deign to call their products real operating systems. As for the other qualities you mention, I'm not even sure what you're talking about. Sounds like you're confusing an OS with a word processor. OS versioning, package management, and all that, work very well on most any modern OS. Quick searches? The find and locate utilities in *nix, Spotlight in OSX, that moronic dog in Windows, the myraid desktop searches peddled by Google and the like.
Or maybe we're just confusing user-friendliness with functionality.
Sending spam the old fashioned way (sans botnet) is still very effective. My company uses two throttling appliances, IronPort and Symantec 8160. Both score senders based on their spamminess and throttle appropriately. When we first turned on our 8160s last year, some people in our company thought we had eliminted spam completely. We'll be moving to the IronPort solution soon as its scoring system appears to be a great deal more thorough and reliable; we expect our spam numbers to drop even further when the go live.
Botnets make rate-limiting (which really, is all STP is, besides Stone Temple Pilots and motor oil) an imperfect solutions, but if you can eliminate the old school spammers, trust me, you will take a giant chunk out of your daily spam volume, giving your true anti-spam software more CPU cycles to do its thing, like catch that blasted image spam.
If your antispam and antivirus are running after you have accepted the email your system in broken. This is all companies playing fast and loose with the RFC's you should never accept mail that you are not going to deliver. This really is not that hard to run spam and virus checks as milters (or whatever your email application does) or place front ends that do so.
Broken relative to what? My company runs IronPort appliances, a black box that does reputation filterting (fancy schmancy rate limiting), av, anti-spam, etc. Very reputable, used by gmail I believe. Antispam and av happen after the accept. Should you drop it on the floor without notifying the sender? That depends. If the RCPT TO is forged, then no.
This works fine as long as you accept the fact that you are depending on your software to not drop false positives. My company does drop positive spam on the floor and I am certain that we drop several good mails every day. I don't agree with it, same as you, but it is an option for virtually all MTAs these days. Remember also that you can have a border relay that accepts the message and then forwards it to another MTA that drops it. There are many ways to break email, all with good intentions. Welcome to the age of spam, my friend.
E-mail should never be lost!... To actually LOOSE e-mail indicates that Earthlink is ACCEPTING the mail and then DUMPING it!!!!
This is absolutely correct, so any policy checks that occur during the SMTP handshake (who are you? where are you coming from? who do you want to send to? how much data do you have? Oh, do you now? REJECT). However, anti-spam and anti-virus checks happen after the message is accepted. If the result of the check is X, and policy rules say drop mail on the floor when X, then bye-bye e-mail and sorry Bond, the government will not ackowledge its involvement.
Otherwise, the only way to loose mail is to shutdown a machine with a heavy queue and throw out the disk. SMTP is impervious to network badness. My money is on an SMTP policy run amok.
Indeed! I think a lot of the Slashdotters who are pishawing the author's selection of E.T. as the worst ever weren't old enough (or alive enough) to handle an Atari 2600 joystick in 1982 and thus, can't possibly understand what an intense downer this game was to the many thousands of children who spent hours trying to suck the faintest drop of enjoyment from its cold, dusty surface.
The hype leading up to the release of this game was intense. Like many kids my age (I was 8 or 9, I think), I begged my parents to get me a copy the moment it hit the shelves. I played it over and over again, not getting it, not liking it, hating those insipid pits with every ounce of my being. But my determination to beat it before any of my friends did overwhelmed the wretchedness of the gameplay and beat it I did -- more than once -- because I thought I had to, because I thought I wouldn't be cool, like the Fonz or the Poncherello, if I didn't.
So it's not just a matter of it being a bad game. It was a bad influence. It fed on the innocence and gentle curiosity of children... the very innocence that made them love E.T. in the fist place.
And yet, here you are, reading the crappy Sunday Slashdot. Sounds like you don't have anything better to do, so be glad that you found something provocative enough to entice you to post comments.
I had never seen this article until now, so I'm glad it was resurrected. It's new to me.
Honestly? Will the original Trilogy ever be released in a non-craptastic form?
No. Star Wars was released in 1977. No matter what, it's going to look old. Frankly, I'd rather it be a little grainy that suffer the contrast of 1997 CGI which, more than anything else, shows the true age of the original film. Count yer blessings.
Necessary, no. Justified, yes.
Since the dawn of Windows95, Microsoft has consistently failed to deliver a stable/secure/high-performance OS without numerous updates and third-party software accessorizing. Until they unveil a major OS release that is as impressive as MacOSX or Ubuntu, I think we are more than justified in dispensing assorted belittlements at their many struggles, particlularly the long, pathethic slog that has been the Vista development path.
"I have about 20 deadlines in my real life, where my livlihood actually depends upon it. I'll be damned if I'm going to take that kind of stress from a video game that I paid for."
Oh, man, I couldn't possible agree more! Back in the day, all my free time was spent playing Sonic the Hedgehog. It was what I lived for, it was my all-consuming passion... and it nearly landed me in an EARLY GRAVE. After every class, with their essays and pop quizzes and projects and labs and other clock-ticking syllabus monsters, I sprinted across campus into my frat house, slammed the front door, and made a beeline for my room. After summoning three or four pledges to come guard my room door from Girl Scouts and other interlopers, I plopped on the couch, flipped on my Sega, and set myself to the task of freeing the furry animals of the fertile Green Hill Zone and adjoining environs from the clutches of Dr. Robotnik and his band of marauding badniks. It should have been a relaxing, stress-relieving endeavor...
But up there, yonder, in the upper left of the screen was a clock, an advancing clock, but a clock with a limit. I had to beat that clock or I would die. Lose one of my precious, finite number of lives, and in so doing, imperil an entire ecosystem in the process. The pressure was immense. Soon, I learned to conquer this strain, and I freed those furry bunnies and squirrels, and I got all the rings, found all the bonus levels, captured every Chaos Emerald! But then the Scrap Brain Zone came... and it all FELL APART! Not only was this stage a genuine gaming challenge, but the graphic detail was awe-inspiring. Never before had I laid eyes on such pixelated majesty! I tried to play the game and tour the sights at once, but that clock... that infernal clock wouldn't let me take my time! I had to free the bunnies... had to... but also had to... check out the whirly-giggery and motorized flim-flammery... but I couldn't... I couldn't do both!!! My pulse began to charge like a horse, sweat drops galloped down my forehead and infiltrated the creases of my palms. Dizziness overtook me as I struggled to steady the controller and then.. then a pain shot through my arm. I dropped to one knee, and before I knew it... I was clutching my 20-year-old chest and struggling to breath. As I fell to the floor, I looked to the screen, I saw Sonic... brave little blue Sonic, tapping his foot, glaring at me with perturbed expectancy. Goodbye, Sonic, I whispered, consciousness fading. I failed you, Sonic. You and the bunnies... I... failed....
Those should have been my last words. Lucky for me, however, the pledges had become distracted by a fierce game of NHL Hockey '92 down the hall, and had abandoned their posts. It didn't take long for word to get to the Girl Scouts that the draw bridge had been lowered. Arms filled with brightly colored boxes of cookies, they burst into my room and found me on the floor. Hours later, I awoke in the hospital. Later, I reflected on what pain and misery I had wrought. How many bunnies had died for want of a measly time bonus. HOW MANY??? Never again, I promised myself. Never again would I allow a ticking clock to grace my television set. There's already too much pressure in this world to get things done... do I really need the same in my video games? Do... do you?
I thought the same thing when I saw the new name. In my particular government realm and workplace, we use Nagios instead of Big Brother -- not because Nagios is better suited to our monitoring needs but because the clueless committee heads that pull our strings equate "Big Brother" with sneaky-pete'n and wanton tomfoolery rather than basic network troubleshooting. Nagios appears to invoke some windswept Mediterranean island with pomegranate trees and azalea bushes. They love it. They don't understand how it works... but they love the name.
Wireshark! Might as well call it the Super-Terrific-Credit-Card-Number-Looker.
Some things simply do not lend themselves to the scientific method, and thus can never be "proven," even though we know them to be true and accept them as fact.
HUH???? All of the theories you mentioned - gravity, relativity, evolution, etc. - can and have been subjected to proofs. Just see http://en.wikipedia.org/wiki/General_relativity. But if by "proven" you mean "settled and unimpeachable", then nothing in science is ever proven.
It is UNBELIEVABLE that a stupid presidential administration, one that is a mere one year into its 2nd term, has forced us to enter into negotiations over the purpose and meaning of science.
Parent poster makes an excellent point:the lexicon of sceince is being trampled underfoot. But it almost sounds like we're defending the misusers when we try to correct them.
The right - usually the religious right, but not always - seems to be trying to attach a negative connation to the word "theory", demoting it to the status of "opinion" if not "wild spec'a'lay'shun". So you have this new wedge that separates scientific theory from theocratic fact. The trick is to diabuse potentinal converts of this notion without creating a new lie, that it's a FACT and not a theory.
Interesting that TRA did not even mention extensions.
Adblock is ridiculous. It flakes out more than any other extension I've ever used - I got so sick an tired of reinstalling it that I just quite using it (too busy/too lazy to fix it myself). For the most part, No-Script is able to stip your string of the most annoying ad-work. No-script kicks butt.
And just as an aside, v1.5.0.1 with 35-40 tabs over two windows, 117K memory.
Agreed that users exhibit great stupidity when they open unknown attachments.
But your syringe analogy is one of the worst I have heard. Nobody would jam *ANYTHING* into their arm under circumstances not firmly categorized as life or death. It's not that simple. [Would you want the U.S. to ignore a conversation beteen Osama Bin Laden and Howard Dean? Then support warrantless wiretaps!] Such simplicities preempt critical thinking and preclude the development of effective solutions. In this case, educating the public about the ever-changing nature of email viruses is required.
However, when an email is opened and a) the "From" address is somebody you know and b) the attachment is named "Family_Photos.zip"... grandmas and grandmas everywhere are likely to open it. And not because they would also stick a needle in their arm labelled "Family_Photos.Vaccine".
I took several of the basic SUN SysAdmin and NetAdmin exams a couple of years ago. They may have helped my foot find a door or three, but they definately helped me focus my learning and become a better sysadmin.
At the time, I was self-unemployed (a victim of my own hubris during the bubble when you could get hired for knowing how to spell UNIX) and needed a way to maintain my skills while broadening my base of OS know-how. I used the exams as a way to gauge my weak spots and fill them in with both book knowledge and test environment experience (ie, goofing around on my Ultra 5). When I finally got back on the horse 2 years ago, my learning substrate, if not my OTJ experience, had been greatly expanded. Over the course of the next year, I learned more about good sysadmin practice than I had during the all the bubble years.
Recently, I took the free Solaris 10 exams and passed them. Again, it focused my efforts to learn about many of the new features like zones and SMF.
The value of a certification is determined more by what the certifiee intends to accomplish by earning it than what an employer thinks it reveals about the certifiee.
Moore is good at what he does: propagandize. A thorough, well-researched, well-written essay on the topic would probably be more informative than a movie, but it would also be a lot more boring. Moore can "reach" a lot more (stupid) people with a movie that has lots of "scary" and "touching" scenes.
Argument by assertation, um... false dilemmas (essay good, movie bad)..ad hominem there too.
I think he does care about money, as his not-quite-middle-class lifestyle would suggest. In this case, more people being swayed to his cause is worth more to him in the long run than some quick cash. He has his priorities in order.
If advocate of sub-wealthy then themselves sub-wealthly. If not subwealthy, then not an advocate of subwealthy. One of those if A = B, then if not A, not B or vice versa. Complicated, but a non sequitor nonetheless.
Answer me this: if I make a movie that has loads and loads of fabricated bullshit, but I make a lot of people cry with it, does it deserve a Golden Palm? Is being "moving" and "passionate" more important than being factual and reasonable? It sounds like you think the answer ot that question is yes, though I imagine that you would qualify it with a statement like, "...yes, but only if the said movie advances the superstitious beliefs that I adhere to!"
You are forcing the the interviewee to accept your premises before asnwering your question. You are begging the question.
No, thank you. The movie is based on presuppositions that I reject. You can't get a true conclusion from a false premise, so why should I waste my time seeing this pile o' poo? To see some "moving" scenes? There are plenty of movies that provide that without having to endure stupid, Leftist progaganda.
Um.. appeals to emotion flambee. A veritable buffet of ad hominem.
Isn't it obnoxious when people just point out logical fallacies and then run away to spread their own brand of fallacious, captious reasoning elsewhere? What logical fallacy am I perpetrating here?
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Of course it isn't. It's a beer-flavored, alcohol delivery vehicle that is intended to intoxicate the brain. As it has a relatively low alcohol content, it must be consumed quickly and in large quantities. Devices such as this wacked-out fridge and of course, the venerable beer bong specifically were designed to assist in the pursuit of drunkenness by these means.
Real beer, as the more sophisticated and/or effete among us have noted, is not suitable for this purpose. And while I could never be accused of harboring sympathy for the denizens and survivors of Duke University and their supremely lame men's basketball team, I don't think the inventor of this marvelous contraption ever intended for it to fire off killer glass bombs of Old Speckled Hen. Mmm... speckle...
Now let me ask *you* some questions. When was the last time your ID was requested/scanned going through a toll booth? When was the last time you needed an ID to buy a tank of gas? When was the last time you needed an ID to get on a city bus or enter a subway system? When was the last time the government got your name confused with a suspected terrorist of the same name and used a radio frequency to hunt you down and drag you off to an undisclosed location for interrogation?
This statement is bunk. *Crippled*? Crippled how? Because you can't play Doom on it? When I hear the word crippled, I think one step away from paralyzed, and one step removed from a permanent vegetative state. I use VMware on Ubuntu at work and am able to run Lotus Notus (gag), Internet Explorer 7(double gag) with 8 or so tabs open, and Office using very little system memory. It's not perfect, not by a long shot, and obviously YMMV, but it's hardly fair to call available VM technology crippled.
I think the reason I fell out of my typical lurking mode and felt compelled to respond was because you're using hyperbolic language to sell an argument that I actually agree with in some ways. But language matters, so when you say something is crippled, that or that technology X is dying a slow death or is non-existent and it *demonstrably* is not, you trivialize the discussion.
Furthermore, if we're not talking about an actual OPERATING SYSTEM that interacts with *both* hardware and software, we shouldn't be calling it that. It's like saying, "Well, a dolphin isn't *really* a fish, but it reminds me of a fish and my grandma doesn't know the difference, so let talk about why the dolphin is one sorry-ass fish".
Er, then it's not an OS.
Real OS development has pretty much staled in the last ten years from a users point of view and everything that was broken back then still is (version tracking is non-existant, no proper undelete, manual save, no quick search, hard to clone a OS onto another machine, etc.).
What archaic piece of junk are you running anyway? Hard to clone? Setting aside the fact that the "dd" utility has been around for eons, there are are GLUT of applications for both *nix and Windows that can easily clone a machine. And of course let's not forget the many Virtual Machines in existence that allow you to clone or snapshot OSs within a virtual environment. And note, VMware and Xen et al don't deign to call their products real operating systems. As for the other qualities you mention, I'm not even sure what you're talking about. Sounds like you're confusing an OS with a word processor. OS versioning, package management, and all that, work very well on most any modern OS. Quick searches? The find and locate utilities in *nix, Spotlight in OSX, that moronic dog in Windows, the myraid desktop searches peddled by Google and the like.
Or maybe we're just confusing user-friendliness with functionality.
Sending spam the old fashioned way (sans botnet) is still very effective. My company uses two throttling appliances, IronPort and Symantec 8160. Both score senders based on their spamminess and throttle appropriately. When we first turned on our 8160s last year, some people in our company thought we had eliminted spam completely. We'll be moving to the IronPort solution soon as its scoring system appears to be a great deal more thorough and reliable; we expect our spam numbers to drop even further when the go live.
Botnets make rate-limiting (which really, is all STP is, besides Stone Temple Pilots and motor oil) an imperfect solutions, but if you can eliminate the old school spammers, trust me, you will take a giant chunk out of your daily spam volume, giving your true anti-spam software more CPU cycles to do its thing, like catch that blasted image spam.
Broken relative to what? My company runs IronPort appliances, a black box that does reputation filterting (fancy schmancy rate limiting), av, anti-spam, etc. Very reputable, used by gmail I believe. Antispam and av happen after the accept. Should you drop it on the floor without notifying the sender? That depends. If the RCPT TO is forged, then no.
This works fine as long as you accept the fact that you are depending on your software to not drop false positives. My company does drop positive spam on the floor and I am certain that we drop several good mails every day. I don't agree with it, same as you, but it is an option for virtually all MTAs these days. Remember also that you can have a border relay that accepts the message and then forwards it to another MTA that drops it. There are many ways to break email, all with good intentions. Welcome to the age of spam, my friend.
This is absolutely correct, so any policy checks that occur during the SMTP handshake (who are you? where are you coming from? who do you want to send to? how much data do you have? Oh, do you now? REJECT). However, anti-spam and anti-virus checks happen after the message is accepted. If the result of the check is X, and policy rules say drop mail on the floor when X, then bye-bye e-mail and sorry Bond, the government will not ackowledge its involvement.
Otherwise, the only way to loose mail is to shutdown a machine with a heavy queue and throw out the disk. SMTP is impervious to network badness. My money is on an SMTP policy run amok.
Indeed! I think a lot of the Slashdotters who are pishawing the author's selection of E.T. as the worst ever weren't old enough (or alive enough) to handle an Atari 2600 joystick in 1982 and thus, can't possibly understand what an intense downer this game was to the many thousands of children who spent hours trying to suck the faintest drop of enjoyment from its cold, dusty surface.
The hype leading up to the release of this game was intense. Like many kids my age (I was 8 or 9, I think), I begged my parents to get me a copy the moment it hit the shelves. I played it over and over again, not getting it, not liking it, hating those insipid pits with every ounce of my being. But my determination to beat it before any of my friends did overwhelmed the wretchedness of the gameplay and beat it I did -- more than once -- because I thought I had to, because I thought I wouldn't be cool, like the Fonz or the Poncherello, if I didn't.
So it's not just a matter of it being a bad game. It was a bad influence. It fed on the innocence and gentle curiosity of children... the very innocence that made them love E.T. in the fist place.
And yet, here you are, reading the crappy Sunday Slashdot. Sounds like you don't have anything better to do, so be glad that you found something provocative enough to entice you to post comments.
I had never seen this article until now, so I'm glad it was resurrected. It's new to me.
Honestly? Will the original Trilogy ever be released in a non-craptastic form?
No. Star Wars was released in 1977. No matter what, it's going to look old. Frankly, I'd rather it be a little grainy that suffer the contrast of 1997 CGI which, more than anything else, shows the true age of the original film. Count yer blessings.
Necessary, no. Justified, yes. Since the dawn of Windows95, Microsoft has consistently failed to deliver a stable/secure/high-performance OS without numerous updates and third-party software accessorizing. Until they unveil a major OS release that is as impressive as MacOSX or Ubuntu, I think we are more than justified in dispensing assorted belittlements at their many struggles, particlularly the long, pathethic slog that has been the Vista development path.
Did you work at the UAC Lab on Mars by any chance?
"I have about 20 deadlines in my real life, where my livlihood actually depends upon it. I'll be damned if I'm going to take that kind of stress from a video game that I paid for."
... failed....
Oh, man, I couldn't possible agree more! Back in the day, all my free time was spent playing Sonic the Hedgehog. It was what I lived for, it was my all-consuming passion... and it nearly landed me in an EARLY GRAVE. After every class, with their essays and pop quizzes and projects and labs and other clock-ticking syllabus monsters, I sprinted across campus into my frat house, slammed the front door, and made a beeline for my room. After summoning three or four pledges to come guard my room door from Girl Scouts and other interlopers, I plopped on the couch, flipped on my Sega, and set myself to the task of freeing the furry animals of the fertile Green Hill Zone and adjoining environs from the clutches of Dr. Robotnik and his band of marauding badniks. It should have been a relaxing, stress-relieving endeavor...
But up there, yonder, in the upper left of the screen was a clock, an advancing clock, but a clock with a limit. I had to beat that clock or I would die. Lose one of my precious, finite number of lives, and in so doing, imperil an entire ecosystem in the process. The pressure was immense. Soon, I learned to conquer this strain, and I freed those furry bunnies and squirrels, and I got all the rings, found all the bonus levels, captured every Chaos Emerald! But then the Scrap Brain Zone came... and it all FELL APART! Not only was this stage a genuine gaming challenge, but the graphic detail was awe-inspiring. Never before had I laid eyes on such pixelated majesty! I tried to play the game and tour the sights at once, but that clock... that infernal clock wouldn't let me take my time! I had to free the bunnies... had to... but also had to... check out the whirly-giggery and motorized flim-flammery... but I couldn't... I couldn't do both!!! My pulse began to charge like a horse, sweat drops galloped down my forehead and infiltrated the creases of my palms. Dizziness overtook me as I struggled to steady the controller and then.. then a pain shot through my arm. I dropped to one knee, and before I knew it... I was clutching my 20-year-old chest and struggling to breath. As I fell to the floor, I looked to the screen, I saw Sonic... brave little blue Sonic, tapping his foot, glaring at me with perturbed expectancy. Goodbye, Sonic, I whispered, consciousness fading. I failed you, Sonic. You and the bunnies... I
Those should have been my last words. Lucky for me, however, the pledges had become distracted by a fierce game of NHL Hockey '92 down the hall, and had abandoned their posts. It didn't take long for word to get to the Girl Scouts that the draw bridge had been lowered. Arms filled with brightly colored boxes of cookies, they burst into my room and found me on the floor. Hours later, I awoke in the hospital. Later, I reflected on what pain and misery I had wrought. How many bunnies had died for want of a measly time bonus. HOW MANY??? Never again, I promised myself. Never again would I allow a ticking clock to grace my television set. There's already too much pressure in this world to get things done... do I really need the same in my video games? Do... do you?
Right. Like US Robotics waited to roll out a 56K modem until v.90 was finalized.
I thought the same thing when I saw the new name. In my particular government realm and workplace, we use Nagios instead of Big Brother -- not because Nagios is better suited to our monitoring needs but because the clueless committee heads that pull our strings equate "Big Brother" with sneaky-pete'n and wanton tomfoolery rather than basic network troubleshooting. Nagios appears to invoke some windswept Mediterranean island with pomegranate trees and azalea bushes. They love it. They don't understand how it works... but they love the name. Wireshark! Might as well call it the Super-Terrific-Credit-Card-Number-Looker.
But couldn't a change to the standard necessitate a hardware change as well?
HUH???? All of the theories you mentioned - gravity, relativity, evolution, etc. - can and have been subjected to proofs. Just see http://en.wikipedia.org/wiki/General_relativity. But if by "proven" you mean "settled and unimpeachable", then nothing in science is ever proven.
It is UNBELIEVABLE that a stupid presidential administration, one that is a mere one year into its 2nd term, has forced us to enter into negotiations over the purpose and meaning of science.
Parent poster makes an excellent point:the lexicon of sceince is being trampled underfoot. But it almost sounds like we're defending the misusers when we try to correct them.
The right - usually the religious right, but not always - seems to be trying to attach a negative connation to the word "theory", demoting it to the status of "opinion" if not "wild spec'a'lay'shun". So you have this new wedge that separates scientific theory from theocratic fact. The trick is to diabuse potentinal converts of this notion without creating a new lie, that it's a FACT and not a theory.
Interesting that TRA did not even mention extensions.
Adblock is ridiculous. It flakes out more than any other extension I've ever used - I got so sick an tired of reinstalling it that I just quite using it (too busy/too lazy to fix it myself). For the most part, No-Script is able to stip your string of the most annoying ad-work. No-script kicks butt.
And just as an aside, v1.5.0.1 with 35-40 tabs over two windows, 117K memory.
Agreed that users exhibit great stupidity when they open unknown attachments.
But your syringe analogy is one of the worst I have heard. Nobody would jam *ANYTHING* into their arm under circumstances not firmly categorized as life or death. It's not that simple. [Would you want the U.S. to ignore a conversation beteen Osama Bin Laden and Howard Dean? Then support warrantless wiretaps!] Such simplicities preempt critical thinking and preclude the development of effective solutions. In this case, educating the public about the ever-changing nature of email viruses is required.
However, when an email is opened and a) the "From" address is somebody you know and b) the attachment is named "Family_Photos.zip"... grandmas and grandmas everywhere are likely to open it. And not because they would also stick a needle in their arm labelled "Family_Photos.Vaccine".
I took several of the basic SUN SysAdmin and NetAdmin exams a couple of years ago. They may have helped my foot find a door or three, but they definately helped me focus my learning and become a better sysadmin.
At the time, I was self-unemployed (a victim of my own hubris during the bubble when you could get hired for knowing how to spell UNIX) and needed a way to maintain my skills while broadening my base of OS know-how. I used the exams as a way to gauge my weak spots and fill them in with both book knowledge and test environment experience (ie, goofing around on my Ultra 5). When I finally got back on the horse 2 years ago, my learning substrate, if not my OTJ experience, had been greatly expanded. Over the course of the next year, I learned more about good sysadmin practice than I had during the all the bubble years.
Recently, I took the free Solaris 10 exams and passed them. Again, it focused my efforts to learn about many of the new features like zones and SMF.
The value of a certification is determined more by what the certifiee intends to accomplish by earning it than what an employer thinks it reveals about the certifiee.
Moore is good at what he does: propagandize. A thorough, well-researched, well-written essay on the topic would probably be more informative than a movie, but it would also be a lot more boring. Moore can "reach" a lot more (stupid) people with a movie that has lots of "scary" and "touching" scenes.
Argument by assertation, um... false dilemmas (essay good, movie bad)..ad hominem there too.
I think he does care about money, as his not-quite-middle-class lifestyle would suggest. In this case, more people being swayed to his cause is worth more to him in the long run than some quick cash. He has his priorities in order.
If advocate of sub-wealthy then themselves sub-wealthly. If not subwealthy, then not an advocate of subwealthy. One of those if A = B, then if not A, not B or vice versa. Complicated, but a non sequitor nonetheless.
Answer me this: if I make a movie that has loads and loads of fabricated bullshit, but I make a lot of people cry with it, does it deserve a Golden Palm? Is being "moving" and "passionate" more important than being factual and reasonable? It sounds like you think the answer ot that question is yes, though I imagine that you would qualify it with a statement like, "...yes, but only if the said movie advances the superstitious beliefs that I adhere to!"
You are forcing the the interviewee to accept your premises before asnwering your question. You are begging the question.
No, thank you. The movie is based on presuppositions that I reject. You can't get a true conclusion from a false premise, so why should I waste my time seeing this pile o' poo? To see some "moving" scenes? There are plenty of movies that provide that without having to endure stupid, Leftist progaganda.
Um.. appeals to emotion flambee. A veritable buffet of ad hominem.
Isn't it obnoxious when people just point out logical fallacies and then run away to spread their own brand of fallacious, captious reasoning elsewhere? What logical fallacy am I perpetrating here?