Wanna bet that some slimey police exec is helping himself with those images?
I'd open a book on it, but only at 1/33.
Just like the Catholic Church is full of pedophiles and pederasts, no doubt "internet" law enforcement is filled with closet perverts who delight in ammassing volumes upon volumes of illicit data. It's probably also filled with those who get their thrills from snooping on other people's emails.
Let's put it this way. Where's the best place for a criminal to hide. A position of authority.
You keep suggesting that somehow the coach gets to dictate the terms of a scholarship or eligibility, and that's just not the case, coaches are coaches, the scholarship committees do the contracts and finances (though often the coach is on the committee, it's unlikely they'll get away with adding a stripping provision to the contracts).
I will put you a middle case. Suppose that instead of demanding that the athletes perform some task, consider that the athletes are demanded not to perform a task. For instance, suppose athletes, as a condition of their scholarship, were required to say, not engage in sexual relations with anyone outside of a legal union. Or perhaps, were required not to enage in homosexual relations of any kind? Or perhaps, simply not use the site facebook.com?
Would this be within the powers of the university committees? Is this the kind of society we expect our universities to promote? Would this be how they should advance our society?
What are these athletes in university to do, obsensibly? Are they there to learn, educate themselves, become movers of industry, advance society? Or are they simply their to play football and keep their mouths shut, all the while servile to the universities' whims? This differs considerably from my understanding of a third level educational institution and is not a facility I would care to have my taxes fund.
It simply cannot compare to... Hexen...HD. Seriously, that game rocked.
My bet is that an old school 2D game will arise out of the ashes of the industry and bring the genre back where it so richly deserves to be.....on a TV screen. RPG's too. There's good eaten in an RPG. Just look at Oblivion, and that's an american RPG!
"A trusted component is one which can break the security policy."
A truely secure system should have no trusted components. A Client's faith should never be placed in anyone expect themselves, and even then, only reluctantly. Freenode had a trusted component; namely, Robert Levin's privilages. This should never have been present in the system and was simlpy a disaster waiting to happen.
If you really want security you've got to accept three things. Trust No One. The Enemy Knows the System. The System Can Be Broken. If you think otherwise, you haven't got security, you've just got a fancy codec.
And of course your tax is paying towards their kids' education, and if you live somewhere with a decent welfare system, your tax is probably paying for their birth. Parental tax breaks mean you are paying for their food as well. How unselfish can you get?
That's true, but it's also true that sooner or later, those children whos education he's paying for; will eventually be paying for his retirement and old age health care. And the circle is complete.
Of course, most Linux distros ship with support for 2 excellent audio formats out of the box: Ogg Vorbis and FLAC, both of which are better than MP3..... Neither contain any patents that we know of (that in itself is important) and both work great on Windows too.
Vorbis and FLAC may have been built from the ground up in a FOSS setting, but it's still beyond question that the USPTO has granted some kind of spurious patent that they could be, at this very moment, be seen by an incompetant judge as infringing on.
With your huge words and libertarian stance, it's sad you've taken the easy rhetorical expediency of piling on a minority you don't like, like Bible Belt Christians.
Read up. Drugs laws, prohibition laws, "obsenity" laws, laws on homosexuality; most have their origins in the angry church congregations of the American Bible Belt. Why is marajuana illegal in England? The reason, simply put, is because it was a popular recreational drug amoung black people in the south, and rasist whites took exception to this and made it illegal. The rest of the world folled suit to America's "modern" world view.
In my country, many of our social mores, laws and regulations are in no small part influenced by the American world view, which is itself, in no small or even smallish part, influenced by the Bible Belt.
I can't believe the government went and snuck this into a completely separate bylaw brought up by old people who hated barking dogs.
Offtopic, but you've clearly never been faced with a barking dog. I've lived close to several.
It depends on the individual dog. Some will never bark at all. But some dogs can and do bark for hours. I once had a dog bark outside my window for five straight hours. Wuf....Wuf.....WoW WoW WoW WoW WoW, Wuf.... It was that low, deep, window penetrating bark that only a big dog can make. To this day I have no reason what it was barking for. My guess is it probably knew it was pissing everyone off and just didn't care. I'm serious.
It wasn't so much the noise that got to me. I once lived under a flight path for Antonovs. It was the repetition. I thought for the longest time that it was some kind of loudspeaker playing a looped tape. Wuf....Wuf.....WoW WoW WoW WoW WoW, Wuf.... This dog would hit the exact tone, pause and duration on each and every single loop. Over and over. Most nights it would finish in about an hours. Some nights it could go on longer, much longer.
I seriously contemplated killing the wretched beast. I'm not a callous person. I like animals better than people. But after a few weeks of this, frankly the dog had almost lost its right to live in my mind. I thought about poisioning some meat or just feeding it chocolate, but in the end, I realised that this would probably not kill it. It would likely only change its nightly calls to something more annoying.
In the end, the dog just stopped. My opinion is that the owner's spouse finally cracked and either had it put down or its vocal cords removed. Either way I don't care. I like animals, but that dog had it coming.
So if you're one of these people that thinks complaints about dogs barking are spurious, please do the following. Record a dogs choral bark. Just one loop. Make an hour long tape of just this one chorus. Now, play it, not too loud, just low enough to be heard, at the foot of your bed for an hour just after your head hits the pillow. Then protest at anti-dog barking laws.
Rocks!! Do you know what we would have done for rocks! A good honest rock could get you places.
No Sir. All we had was mud. Mud and straw. We used to pile the mud up into segments to make registers and then use the straw to represent numbers. We didn't have any of your holier than thou binary formats. No Sir. We had unary and we liked it. Our ALU was just Andy, Larry and Upton. Andy would do the addin', Larry the subtractin', and Upton would move the straw around. He was a good kid.
And if you wanted "memory", huh!, memory, well sir you could just pile up some more mud for fifteen miles to get about a kilobyte. Can't say that Upton would thank you for it, mind. Course in those days all our algorithims only needed about twelve bits of memory, so you could get by with only two fields or so of mud segments.
Capital letters! Huh! We didn't even have letters. We just sent and recieved the datastreams as raw numbers. You had to figure out yourself what was going on. The straws were floated to us down small rivers. Pretty bad packet loss, and in those days if you lost a packet, well sir, you had to go upstream and danm well find it again, or there'd be no mud supper for you! Great days.
Rocks! Some people don't know what honest labour is anymore.
I was thinking about switching to Ask from Google. Now I'm not going to.
From the above, it's obvious that Ask is one of these companies that has either taken it upon itself to decide what is and what is not suitable information, or has simply kow-towed to hysterical tabloid pressure. In either case, its results are now all tainted with reasonable doubt.
Today the red flag word is pedophilia. What will it be tomorrow? Terrorism, drugs, abortion, homosexuality, evolution? What else are they censoring? Slippery slope 101. What happens when the next moral panic sweeps the American Bible Belt and the rest of us, the world over, have to put up with legitimate searches crippled by Ask's obsequious panderings to the whims of the mogul led ochlocrats?
Screw their search engine! A random site selection is of more use to me now. At least it indexes more pages.
First, he would carefully return his pristine copy of American Rifleman to its snug sealed fold within his kevlar jacket, then reach into his jacket holster and withdraw his standard issue SIG-Sauer P228. Then, in one brisk motion, he would adjust his stetson/baseball cap, stand out of his seat, face the explosion and flick back his jacket revealing; one flawlessly polished United States Marshals Service badge, one flawlessly polished State of Texas belt buckle(large), one flawlessly polished non standard issue Smith and Western Model 500 holstered to right of belt buckle.
He would then proceed to unload all fifteen rounds of the P228 into the laptop and its owner, causing further combustions of the laptop, and naturally killing the misfortuate passenger come terrorist, who only moments before would have been enjoying a quiet morning flight while reading left wing Californian blogs over the inflight coffee. A number of the bullets would obviously rupture the aircrafts fragile hull, and as a result of the altitude, the entire plane would begin to depressurise and disintegrate.
As the wind howls about him and as passengers begin to be sucked out of the plane still vainly clutching at their chairs, the marshal would leap forward, land a solid punch on the jaw of the laptop owner's corpse, and, just before the chair that now contained them both was torn away by the wind, the marshal would reach for his handcuffs, and neatly clamp one end about the corpses wrist, and one about his own.
As the gale finally takes the pair, the remaining doomed passengers will just faintly make out the brave hero's final words, carried by chance on swirling eddies:
I clean my glasses nearly every day and it's a pain.
Wow, what hygiene! Mine are lucky if they get a spit polish off my greasy jumpers once a fortnight. I don't find the visibility decreases too much, paticularly if you run at 1024x768.
Teens having sex with teens being a crime is, well, screwed up in my view.
I can't see why. Teens having sex with teens is screwed up to begin with. Teens drinking, smoking, driving, shooting, and running companies is also a crime. Most of these will be civil infractions, so why shouldn't underage sexual intercourse be as well?
Of course, how do you define sexual intercourse is the question?
Just without full Exchange interoperability, Office interoperability, Windows Server interoperability and absolutely no support whatsoever. But you won't get viruses. Well, not as much anyway.
Where did your friends and relatives come from? At what point would you consider them living?
I'm not qualified to answer that concretely, but I will say at what point I don't consider an embryo living. At the point of conception. Here's a sperm, here's an egg. Here's a chemical reaction. There's a zygote. This is all well and good, but that alone is not enough to make me grant what were previously two small single cells the full distinction of "human being" I afford to my friends and neighbours.
So when does "life" mysteriously emerge? Not really a scientific question, but I can tell you this: Most people would probably not be able to distinguish between a human embryo and one from another species during the first eight weeks of development.
or PERHAPS it was because those mathematics courses were REQUIRED for undergraduates. The women had no DESIRE to pursue it further, and as they were no longer REQUIRED they CHOSE not to.
No, this was a mathematics degree. Most of our classes were just for us, the mathematics undergraduates, and occassionally the physics or PE students(Don't ask). We just did maths for four years, nothing else. No humanities, no business studies, no law. Just maths.
We didn't have what I understand are called "Majors and Minors", but we did have a choice of "Streams" in the final two years, consisting of a selected diet of different types of mathematics, usually applied.
Anyone who was in that course, was there for the mathematics. And no, there was no teaching training or any modules geared towards mathematics education in primary or secondary level. Just the maths, and the problems.
As to the desire to continue on to postgraduate level, after four years most people couldn't wait to get out of university and start working. I assure you this was unrelated to gender. Of a class of around 30, I believe 4 have gone onto postgraduate education. The rest have all gotten jobs. For some mysterious reason, employers seem to love mathematicians.
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Wanna bet that some slimey police exec is helping himself with those images?
I'd open a book on it, but only at 1/33.
Just like the Catholic Church is full of pedophiles and pederasts, no doubt "internet" law enforcement is filled with closet perverts who delight in ammassing volumes upon volumes of illicit data. It's probably also filled with those who get their thrills from snooping on other people's emails.
Let's put it this way. Where's the best place for a criminal to hide. A position of authority.
Kent doesn't exactly have an "image". They are just another college in the Midwest that no one cares about.
I'm not even from the US and I have an image of Kent State.
You keep suggesting that somehow the coach gets to dictate the terms of a scholarship or eligibility, and that's just not the case, coaches are coaches, the scholarship committees do the contracts and finances (though often the coach is on the committee, it's unlikely they'll get away with adding a stripping provision to the contracts).
I will put you a middle case. Suppose that instead of demanding that the athletes perform some task, consider that the athletes are demanded not to perform a task. For instance, suppose athletes, as a condition of their scholarship, were required to say, not engage in sexual relations with anyone outside of a legal union. Or perhaps, were required not to enage in homosexual relations of any kind? Or perhaps, simply not use the site facebook.com?
Would this be within the powers of the university committees? Is this the kind of society we expect our universities to promote? Would this be how they should advance our society?
What are these athletes in university to do, obsensibly? Are they there to learn, educate themselves, become movers of industry, advance society? Or are they simply their to play football and keep their mouths shut, all the while servile to the universities' whims? This differs considerably from my understanding of a third level educational institution and is not a facility I would care to have my taxes fund.
Have you played Geometry Wars on the 360 ?
It simply cannot compare to... Hexen...HD. Seriously, that game rocked.
My bet is that an old school 2D game will arise out of the ashes of the industry and bring the genre back where it so richly deserves to be.....on a TV screen. RPG's too. There's good eaten in an RPG. Just look at Oblivion, and that's an american RPG!
"A trusted component is one which can break the security policy."
A truely secure system should have no trusted components. A Client's faith should never be placed in anyone expect themselves, and even then, only reluctantly. Freenode had a trusted component; namely, Robert Levin's privilages. This should never have been present in the system and was simlpy a disaster waiting to happen.
If you really want security you've got to accept three things. Trust No One. The Enemy Knows the System. The System Can Be Broken. If you think otherwise, you haven't got security, you've just got a fancy codec.
And of course your tax is paying towards their kids' education, and if you live somewhere with a decent welfare system, your tax is probably paying for their birth. Parental tax breaks mean you are paying for their food as well. How unselfish can you get?
That's true, but it's also true that sooner or later, those children whos education he's paying for; will eventually be paying for his retirement and old age health care. And the circle is complete.
Of course, most Linux distros ship with support for 2 excellent audio formats out of the box: Ogg Vorbis and FLAC, both of which are better than MP3. .... Neither contain any patents that we know of (that in itself is important) and both work great on Windows too.
Vorbis and FLAC may have been built from the ground up in a FOSS setting, but it's still beyond question that the USPTO has granted some kind of spurious patent that they could be, at this very moment, be seen by an incompetant judge as infringing on.
With your huge words and libertarian stance, it's sad you've taken the easy rhetorical expediency of piling on a minority you don't like, like Bible Belt Christians.
Read up. Drugs laws, prohibition laws, "obsenity" laws, laws on homosexuality; most have their origins in the angry church congregations of the American Bible Belt. Why is marajuana illegal in England? The reason, simply put, is because it was a popular recreational drug amoung black people in the south, and rasist whites took exception to this and made it illegal. The rest of the world folled suit to America's "modern" world view.
In my country, many of our social mores, laws and regulations are in no small part influenced by the American world view, which is itself, in no small or even smallish part, influenced by the Bible Belt.
I can't believe the government went and snuck this into a completely separate bylaw brought up by old people who hated barking dogs.
Offtopic, but you've clearly never been faced with a barking dog. I've lived close to several.
It depends on the individual dog. Some will never bark at all. But some dogs can and do bark for hours. I once had a dog bark outside my window for five straight hours. Wuf....Wuf.....WoW WoW WoW WoW WoW, Wuf.... It was that low, deep, window penetrating bark that only a big dog can make. To this day I have no reason what it was barking for. My guess is it probably knew it was pissing everyone off and just didn't care. I'm serious.
It wasn't so much the noise that got to me. I once lived under a flight path for Antonovs. It was the repetition. I thought for the longest time that it was some kind of loudspeaker playing a looped tape. Wuf....Wuf.....WoW WoW WoW WoW WoW, Wuf.... This dog would hit the exact tone, pause and duration on each and every single loop. Over and over. Most nights it would finish in about an hours. Some nights it could go on longer, much longer.
I seriously contemplated killing the wretched beast. I'm not a callous person. I like animals better than people. But after a few weeks of this, frankly the dog had almost lost its right to live in my mind. I thought about poisioning some meat or just feeding it chocolate, but in the end, I realised that this would probably not kill it. It would likely only change its nightly calls to something more annoying.
In the end, the dog just stopped. My opinion is that the owner's spouse finally cracked and either had it put down or its vocal cords removed. Either way I don't care. I like animals, but that dog had it coming.
So if you're one of these people that thinks complaints about dogs barking are spurious, please do the following. Record a dogs choral bark. Just one loop. Make an hour long tape of just this one chorus. Now, play it, not too loud, just low enough to be heard, at the foot of your bed for an hour just after your head hits the pillow. Then protest at anti-dog barking laws.
Rocks!! Do you know what we would have done for rocks! A good honest rock could get you places.
No Sir. All we had was mud. Mud and straw. We used to pile the mud up into segments to make registers and then use the straw to represent numbers. We didn't have any of your holier than thou binary formats. No Sir. We had unary and we liked it. Our ALU was just Andy, Larry and Upton. Andy would do the addin', Larry the subtractin', and Upton would move the straw around. He was a good kid.
And if you wanted "memory", huh!, memory, well sir you could just pile up some more mud for fifteen miles to get about a kilobyte. Can't say that Upton would thank you for it, mind. Course in those days all our algorithims only needed about twelve bits of memory, so you could get by with only two fields or so of mud segments.
Capital letters! Huh! We didn't even have letters. We just sent and recieved the datastreams as raw numbers. You had to figure out yourself what was going on. The straws were floated to us down small rivers. Pretty bad packet loss, and in those days if you lost a packet, well sir, you had to go upstream and danm well find it again, or there'd be no mud supper for you! Great days.
Rocks! Some people don't know what honest labour is anymore.
I was thinking about switching to Ask from Google. Now I'm not going to.
From the above, it's obvious that Ask is one of these companies that has either taken it upon itself to decide what is and what is not suitable information, or has simply kow-towed to hysterical tabloid pressure. In either case, its results are now all tainted with reasonable doubt.
Today the red flag word is pedophilia. What will it be tomorrow? Terrorism, drugs, abortion, homosexuality, evolution? What else are they censoring? Slippery slope 101. What happens when the next moral panic sweeps the American Bible Belt and the rest of us, the world over, have to put up with legitimate searches crippled by Ask's obsequious panderings to the whims of the mogul led ochlocrats?
Screw their search engine! A random site selection is of more use to me now. At least it indexes more pages.
I wonder what the US Marshall onboard would do?
First, he would carefully return his pristine copy of American Rifleman to its snug sealed fold within his kevlar jacket, then reach into his jacket holster and withdraw his standard issue SIG-Sauer P228. Then, in one brisk motion, he would adjust his stetson/baseball cap, stand out of his seat, face the explosion and flick back his jacket revealing; one flawlessly polished United States Marshals Service badge, one flawlessly polished State of Texas belt buckle(large), one flawlessly polished non standard issue Smith and Western Model 500 holstered to right of belt buckle.
He would then proceed to unload all fifteen rounds of the P228 into the laptop and its owner, causing further combustions of the laptop, and naturally killing the misfortuate passenger come terrorist, who only moments before would have been enjoying a quiet morning flight while reading left wing Californian blogs over the inflight coffee. A number of the bullets would obviously rupture the aircrafts fragile hull, and as a result of the altitude, the entire plane would begin to depressurise and disintegrate.
As the wind howls about him and as passengers begin to be sucked out of the plane still vainly clutching at their chairs, the marshal would leap forward, land a solid punch on the jaw of the laptop owner's corpse, and, just before the chair that now contained them both was torn away by the wind, the marshal would reach for his handcuffs, and neatly clamp one end about the corpses wrist, and one about his own.
As the gale finally takes the pair, the remaining doomed passengers will just faintly make out the brave hero's final words, carried by chance on swirling eddies:
United States Marshalls!!!! Freeze!!!
They're supposed to go on the other end!
You've clearly never been in a barracks.
I clean my glasses nearly every day and it's a pain.
Wow, what hygiene! Mine are lucky if they get a spit polish off my greasy jumpers once a fortnight. I don't find the visibility decreases too much, paticularly if you run at 1024x768.
My Gods!! The alcohol impairs their judgement! It's a trap!
Teens having sex with teens being a crime is, well, screwed up in my view.
I can't see why. Teens having sex with teens is screwed up to begin with. Teens drinking, smoking, driving, shooting, and running companies is also a crime. Most of these will be civil infractions, so why shouldn't underage sexual intercourse be as well?
Of course, how do you define sexual intercourse is the question?
Rule of law, Rule of man.... I always assumed Rule of Law was better - but now I'm beginning to wonder...
Hey! Rule of Law is just fine. It's Rule of Lawyers you should be worried about.
And why does Myspace have any more responsibility than ANY other community-based website or bulletin board?
Because they have more money to sue for.
Just without full Exchange interoperability, Office interoperability, Windows Server interoperability and absolutely no support whatsoever. But you won't get viruses. Well, not as much anyway.
The second antipode is the key antipode. It literally makes or breaks the sandwich.
What somebody needed here, was a good understanding of antipodes. Could have saved a lot of time, and Google's bandwidth.
You'd have to be high calibre to fix Microsoft. 0.45 should do it.
No. I'm afraid there's only one calibur that will be enough to deal with the Redmond campus.
I don't believe you can overload a C function.
Ohhh, young man. Much have you to learn of the dark paths of C.
Where did your friends and relatives come from? At what point would you consider them living?
I'm not qualified to answer that concretely, but I will say at what point I don't consider an embryo living. At the point of conception. Here's a sperm, here's an egg. Here's a chemical reaction. There's a zygote. This is all well and good, but that alone is not enough to make me grant what were previously two small single cells the full distinction of "human being" I afford to my friends and neighbours.
So when does "life" mysteriously emerge? Not really a scientific question, but I can tell you this: Most people would probably not be able to distinguish between a human embryo and one from another species during the first eight weeks of development.
Your milage may of course vary.
or PERHAPS it was because those mathematics courses were REQUIRED for undergraduates. The women had no DESIRE to pursue it further, and as they were no longer REQUIRED they CHOSE not to.
No, this was a mathematics degree. Most of our classes were just for us, the mathematics undergraduates, and occassionally the physics or PE students(Don't ask). We just did maths for four years, nothing else. No humanities, no business studies, no law. Just maths.
We didn't have what I understand are called "Majors and Minors", but we did have a choice of "Streams" in the final two years, consisting of a selected diet of different types of mathematics, usually applied.
Anyone who was in that course, was there for the mathematics. And no, there was no teaching training or any modules geared towards mathematics education in primary or secondary level. Just the maths, and the problems.
As to the desire to continue on to postgraduate level, after four years most people couldn't wait to get out of university and start working. I assure you this was unrelated to gender. Of a class of around 30, I believe 4 have gone onto postgraduate education. The rest have all gotten jobs. For some mysterious reason, employers seem to love mathematicians.