I recently tripled my DSL speed from 7MB to 20MB. Some downloads ran much faster, but there was no noticeable change in web browsing. This is kind of like raising the speed limit on the LA expressways to 200mph. Traffic is still going to keep you creeping along at 10mpg during rush hour. In this case, the servers you're connecting to aren't going to magically get any faster.
Why-why, what's the point of going abroad, if your just going to be treated like a sheep? Carted around in buses surrounded by sweaty mindless oafs from Kettering and Boventry. Their blothed backs and their bardigans and their transistor radios, complaining about the tea or they don't make it properly, do they? And stopping at endless Majorcan bodegas selling fish and chips and Watney's Red Barrel and calamaris and two veg. And sitting in their cotton sunfrocks, squirting Timothy White Suncream all over their puffy, raw, swollen, purulent flesh, 'cos they overdid it on the first day. Being herded into countless Hotel Miramars and Bellevues, Bontinentals with their international luxury modern roomettes and swimming pools full of draft Red Barrel and fat German businessmen pretending to be acrobats and forming pyramids and frightening the children and barging into the queues. And if you're not at your table spot on seven you miss your bowl of Campbell's Cream of Mushroom Soup, the first item in the menu of International Cuisine. Every Thursday night there's a bloody cabaret in the bar featuring some tiny emaciated dego with nine-inch hips and some fat bloated tart with her hair Bryll-creamed down and big arse presenting flamenco for foreigners. And an adenoidal typist from Birmingham with flabby white legs and diarrhea trying to pick up hairy, bandy legged, whop degos called Manuel. And once a week there's an excursion to local Roman remains, where you can buy Cherry Aid and melted ice cream and bleedin' Watney's Red Barrel. And one night they take you to a typical restaurant with local atmosphere and color and you sit next to a party from Rhyl who keep singing "I love the Costa Brava!", "I love the Costa Brava!" And you get cornered by some drunken green grocer from Luton with an Instamatic camera and last Tuesday's 'Daily Express' and he's on and on and on about how it is running the country and how many languages Margaret Powell can speak and she throws up all over the cuba libres. And spending four days on the tarmac at Luton Airport on a five-day package tour with nothing to eat but dry British Airways sandwiches. And you can't even get a glass of Watney's Red Barrel because you're still in England with the bloody bar closes every time you're thirsty. And the kids are crying and vomiting and breaking the plastic ashtrays. They keep telling you won't be another hour, but you know damn well your plane is still in Iceland, because it had to turn back, trying to take a party of Swedes to to take a party of Swedes to Yugoslavia. Of course it loads you up there at 3 a.m. in the morning. And then you sit on the tarmac for four hours because of unforeseen difficulties, i.e. the permanent strike of airtraffic control over Paris. When you finally get to Malaga airport, everybody's queueing for the bloody toilet, and queueing for the bloody half-customs officers, and queueing for the bloody bus that isn't there, waiting to take you to the hotel that hasn't yet been built. When you finally get to the half-built Algerian ruin called the Hotel Limassol, while paying half the holiday money to a license Spaniard in a taxi, there's no water in the pool, there's no water in the bath, there's no water in the tap, there's only a bleeding lizard in the bidet, and half the rooms are doublebooked, and you can't sleep anyway, 'cause the permanent are in the jungles in the hotel next door. Meanwhile, the Spanish National Tourist Board promises that the raging cholera epidemic is merely a mild outbreak of the Spanish Conleigh, rather like the previous outbreak in 1616, even the bloody rats are dying from it!
There's a website called phoronix where you can read all the daily minutiae of changes to the Linux kernel. I don't expect to see those items pop up on Slashdot unless there is something really revolutionary or innovative going on. These changes just sound like the usual minor modifications to support newer hardware.
Data: Captain, sensors are picking up 14,387,254,183 gnats on the planet's surface.
Picard: What about that Romulan warbird that just activated their cloak 100 meters behind us?
Data: We are unable to detect them.
I was referring to antibiotics as "a drug you take a few times and then are done with" and not to "miracle cures". When it comes to bacterial infections, an antibiotic (if it works) really is something that eradicates all traces of an ailment.
After reading the details, the second company is producing "custom" formulations for individual patients that should behave the same as the original FDA approved drug, but are not exactly the same and are not themselves FDA approved. My impression is that they're tweaking the recipe in an attempt to not get sued.
If the resulting drug(s) provides the same benefits as the original, I'd say more power to them.
You're right. I had not even heard that news. I guess once a drug's in the "public domain", you can't get too crazy with the price or somebody will undercut you. I expect the next article will be about "A" suing "B".
Pharma has to fund the clinical trials and going through the lengthy approval process, so they obviously deserve some profits from their efforts. Just don't jack the price into the stratosphere and tell us it's because of the cost of your research when you didn't come up with the drug in the first place.
Exactly. Something like 50% of new drugs are developed by research at universities - funded by our tax dollars - and they turn around and sell the rights to a pharma company who then charges us a high price for that drug that we already subsidized the development of.
The pharmaceutical companies aren't interested in developing inexpensive drugs you take a few times and then are done with. They want to develop something you have to take for the rest of your life to treat a chronic condition and charge as much as they can get away with. That's why both new antibiotics and new vaccines are seldom developed.
Americans pay far more for their prescription drugs than the rest of the world and the excuse is that we're funding "innovation". Most of the innovation going on seems to be coming up with slight variations of existing drugs in order to extend the copyright and doing their best to delay a generic version of a drug from being marketed.
Even when a generic version of a drug appears, greed is often in play. Just a month or two again, this was in the news "The rights to Daraprim were purchased in August by a new company, Turing Pharmaceuticals, which promptly increased the price from $13.50 per tablet to $750 per tablet -- a 5,000 percent jump -- the New York Times reported."
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I recently tripled my DSL speed from 7MB to 20MB. Some downloads ran much faster, but there was no noticeable change in web browsing. This is kind of like raising the speed limit on the LA expressways to 200mph. Traffic is still going to keep you creeping along at 10mpg during rush hour. In this case, the servers you're connecting to aren't going to magically get any faster.
That life extension method of drinking red wine that they told us about last decade. Urp.
Why-why, what's the point of going abroad, if your just going to be treated like a sheep? Carted around in buses surrounded by sweaty mindless oafs from Kettering and Boventry. Their blothed backs and their bardigans and their transistor radios, complaining about the tea or they don't make it properly, do they? And stopping at endless Majorcan bodegas selling fish and chips and Watney's Red Barrel and calamaris and two veg. And sitting in their cotton sunfrocks, squirting Timothy White Suncream all over their puffy, raw, swollen, purulent flesh, 'cos they overdid it on the first day. Being herded into countless Hotel Miramars and Bellevues, Bontinentals with their international luxury modern roomettes and swimming pools full of draft Red Barrel and fat German businessmen pretending to be acrobats and forming pyramids and frightening the children and barging into the queues. And if you're not at your table spot on seven you miss your bowl of Campbell's Cream of Mushroom Soup, the first item in the menu of International Cuisine. Every Thursday night there's a bloody cabaret in the bar featuring some tiny emaciated dego with nine-inch hips and some fat bloated tart with her hair Bryll-creamed down and big arse presenting flamenco for foreigners. And an adenoidal typist from Birmingham with flabby white legs and diarrhea trying to pick up hairy, bandy legged, whop degos called Manuel. And once a week there's an excursion to local Roman remains, where you can buy Cherry Aid and melted ice cream and bleedin' Watney's Red Barrel. And one night they take you to a typical restaurant with local atmosphere and color and you sit next to a party from Rhyl who keep singing "I love the Costa Brava!", "I love the Costa Brava!" And you get cornered by some drunken green grocer from Luton with an Instamatic camera and last Tuesday's 'Daily Express' and he's on and on and on about how it is running the country and how many languages Margaret Powell can speak and she throws up all over the cuba libres. And spending four days on the tarmac at Luton Airport on a five-day package tour with nothing to eat but dry British Airways sandwiches. And you can't even get a glass of Watney's Red Barrel because you're still in England with the bloody bar closes every time you're thirsty. And the kids are crying and vomiting and breaking the plastic ashtrays. They keep telling you won't be another hour, but you know damn well your plane is still in Iceland, because it had to turn back, trying to take a party of Swedes to to take a party of Swedes to Yugoslavia. Of course it loads you up there at 3 a.m. in the morning. And then you sit on the tarmac for four hours because of unforeseen difficulties, i.e. the permanent strike of airtraffic control over Paris. When you finally get to Malaga airport, everybody's queueing for the bloody toilet, and queueing for the bloody half-customs officers, and queueing for the bloody bus that isn't there, waiting to take you to the hotel that hasn't yet been built. When you finally get to the half-built Algerian ruin called the Hotel Limassol, while paying half the holiday money to a license Spaniard in a taxi, there's no water in the pool, there's no water in the bath, there's no water in the tap, there's only a bleeding lizard in the bidet, and half the rooms are doublebooked, and you can't sleep anyway, 'cause the permanent are in the jungles in the hotel next door. Meanwhile, the Spanish National Tourist Board promises that the raging cholera epidemic is merely a mild outbreak of the Spanish Conleigh, rather like the previous outbreak in 1616, even the bloody rats are dying from it!
Why wasn't this guy tried for multiple murders and then executed?
How about an HD release of the original theatrical version of THX 1138. He screwed that one up too.
It would appear you didn't get the Star Wars pun.
The duck goes quack. The pig goes oink. The sheep goes baaaa.
Yeah, we've all seen a See 'N Say, but few of us are still playing with one.
'scuse me while I whip this out!
There's a website called phoronix where you can read all the daily minutiae of changes to the Linux kernel. I don't expect to see those items pop up on Slashdot unless there is something really revolutionary or innovative going on. These changes just sound like the usual minor modifications to support newer hardware.
I do believe this is the first book I've seen with the word "crapweasel" in the title.
Just in the last few months, Fantasic Four and Pixels.
I wonder if someday "going Amazon" will be part of our vocabulary.
Data: Captain, sensors are picking up 14,387,254,183 gnats on the planet's surface. Picard: What about that Romulan warbird that just activated their cloak 100 meters behind us? Data: We are unable to detect them.
Whereas, in the US Medicare is prohibited by law from negotiating price discounts.
Actually, no. Most, or at least many, other governments around the world regulate the prices of drugs.
I was referring to antibiotics as "a drug you take a few times and then are done with" and not to "miracle cures". When it comes to bacterial infections, an antibiotic (if it works) really is something that eradicates all traces of an ailment.
After reading the details, the second company is producing "custom" formulations for individual patients that should behave the same as the original FDA approved drug, but are not exactly the same and are not themselves FDA approved. My impression is that they're tweaking the recipe in an attempt to not get sued.
If the resulting drug(s) provides the same benefits as the original, I'd say more power to them.
You're right. I had not even heard that news. I guess once a drug's in the "public domain", you can't get too crazy with the price or somebody will undercut you. I expect the next article will be about "A" suing "B".
Pharma has to fund the clinical trials and going through the lengthy approval process, so they obviously deserve some profits from their efforts. Just don't jack the price into the stratosphere and tell us it's because of the cost of your research when you didn't come up with the drug in the first place.
Exactly. Something like 50% of new drugs are developed by research at universities - funded by our tax dollars - and they turn around and sell the rights to a pharma company who then charges us a high price for that drug that we already subsidized the development of.
The pharmaceutical companies aren't interested in developing inexpensive drugs you take a few times and then are done with. They want to develop something you have to take for the rest of your life to treat a chronic condition and charge as much as they can get away with. That's why both new antibiotics and new vaccines are seldom developed.
Americans pay far more for their prescription drugs than the rest of the world and the excuse is that we're funding "innovation". Most of the innovation going on seems to be coming up with slight variations of existing drugs in order to extend the copyright and doing their best to delay a generic version of a drug from being marketed.
Even when a generic version of a drug appears, greed is often in play. Just a month or two again, this was in the news "The rights to Daraprim were purchased in August by a new company, Turing Pharmaceuticals, which promptly increased the price from $13.50 per tablet to $750 per tablet -- a 5,000 percent jump -- the New York Times reported."
That returns randomly generated crap when websites retrieve their cookies?
The engine's computer uses stem cells from fetal tissue bought from Planned Parenthood.
Ooooh, Lemmings! I loved that game series!
Sounds like a bunch of crapp to me!