> despite having one of the most expensive health care systems.
Not "one of" but "the" most expensive healthcare system by 100% increase from the next most expensive. Canada's.
But in Canada, if you want to start a business, you don't have to wonder if you're going to die in the process of not having healthcare at the beginning.
Unless your ratio is >=1, the amount of "true share" of a movie, song, or software is ZERO if you want to account for "damages" - because you have not given out a "functional" copy. You have given out garbage.
Whether someone else is able to get the other pieces and stick it to your garbage to make it functional is irrelevant. You, personally, have not passed along a functional copy.
This "making available" bullshit is just that - bullshit. If I open my entire media directory to the internet, and nobody downloads from me, I still haven't damaged the precious profits of the publishers.
The only math worse than Republican, DEA, and Cop math is Hollywood math.
Itâ(TM)s only fair to warn you, Mr. Chairman, that much of my evidence will be highly nauseating; it involves aspects of human nature that are very seldom discussed in public, and certainly not before a congressional committee. But I am afraid that they have to be faced,; there are times when the veil of hypocrisy has to be ripped away, and this is one them. You and I, gentlemen, have descended from a long line of carnivores. I see from you expressions that most of you donâ(TM)t recognize the term. Well, thatâ(TM)s not surprising-it comes from a language that has been obsolete for two thousand years. Perhaps I had better avoid euphemisms and be brutally frank, even if I have to use words that are never heard in polite society. I apologize in advance to anyone I may offend.
Until a few centuries ago, the favorite food of almost all men was meat-the flesh of once living animals. Iâ(TM)m not trying to turn your stomachs; this is a simple statement of fact, which you can check in any history bookâ¦
Why, certainly, Mr. Chairman, Iâ(TM)m quite prepared to wait until Senator Irving feels better. We professionals sometimes forget how laymen may react to statements like that. At the same time, I must warn the committee that there is very much worse to come. If any of you gentlemen are at all squeamish, I suggest you follow the senator before itâ(TM)s to late⦠Well, if I may continue. Until modern times, all food fell into two categories. Most of it was produced from plants-cereals, fruits, plankton, algae and other forms of vegetation. Itâ(TM)s hard for us to realize that the vast majority of our ancestors were farmers, winning food from the land or sea by primitive and often back breaking techniques; but that is the truth. The second type of food, if I may return to this unpleasant subject, was meat, produced from a relatively small number of animals. You may be familiar with some of them-cows, pigs, sheep, whales. Most people-I am sorry to stress this, but the fact is beyond dispute-preferred meat to any other food, though only the wealthiest were able to indulge this appetite. To most of mankind, meat was a rare and occasional delicacy in a diet that was more than ninety-percent vegetable.
If we look at the matter calmly and dispassionately-as I hope Senator Irving is now in a position to do-we can see that meat was bound to be rare and expensive, for its production is an extremely inefficient process. To make a kilo of meat, the animal concerned had to eat at least ten kiloâ(TM)s of vegetable food â"very often food that could have been consumed directly by human beings. Quite apart from any consideration of aesthetics, this state of affairs could not be tolerated after the population explosion of the twentieth century. Every man who ate meat was condemning ten or more of his fellow humans to starvationâ¦
Luckily for all of us, the biochemists solved the problem; as you may know, the answer was one of the countless byproducts of space research. All food-Animal or vegetable-is built up from a very few common elements. Carbon, hydrogen, oxygen, nitrogen, traces of sulphur and phosphorus-the half-dozen elements, and a few others, combine in an almost infinite variety of ways to make up every food that man has ever eaten or will ever eat. Faced with the problem of colonizing the moon and planets, the biochemists of the twenty-first century discovered how to synthesize and desired food from the basic raw materials of water, air and rock. It was the greatest, and perhaps the most important, achievement in the history of science. But we should not feel too proud of it. The vegetable kingdom had beaten us by a billion years.
The chemists could now synthesize and conceivable food, whether it had counterparts in nature or not. Needles to say, there were mistakes-even disasters. Industrial empires rose and crashed; the switch from agriculture and animal husbandry to the giant auto
Did I ever tell you about the man who taught his asshole to talk? His whole abdomen would move up and down you dig farting out the words. It was unlike anything I ever heard.
This ass talk had sort of a gut frequency. It hit you right down there like you gotta go. You know when the old colon gives you the elbow and it feels sorta cold inside, and you know all you have to do is turn loose? Well this talking hit you right down there, a bubbly, thick stagnant sound, a sound you could smell.
This man worked for a carnival you dig, and to start with it was like a novelty ventriliquist act. Real funny, too, at first. He had a number he called âoeThe Better âOleâ that was a scream, I tell you. I forget most of it but it was clever. Like, âoeOh I say, are you still down there, old thing?â
âoeNah I had to go relieve myself.â
After a while the ass start talking on its own. He would go in without anything prepared and his ass would ad-lib and toss the gags back at him every time.
Then it developed sort of teeth-like little raspy in-curving hooks and started eating. He thought this was cute at first and built an act around it, but the asshole would eat its way through his pants and start talking on the street, shouting out it wanted equal rights. It would get drunk, too, and have crying jags nobody loved it and it wanted to be kissed same as any other mouth. Finally it talked all the time day and night, you could hear him for blocks screaming at it to shut up, and beating it with his fist, and sticking candles up it, but nothing did any good and the asshole said to him: âoeItâ(TM)s you who will shut up in the end. Not me. Because we dont need you around here any more. I can talk and eat and shit.â
After that he began waking up in the morning with a transparent jelly like a tadpoleâ(TM)s tail all over his mouth. This jelly was what the scientists call un-D.T., Undifferentiated Tissue, which can grow into any kind of flesh on the human body. He would tear it off his mouth and the pieces would stick to his hands like burning gasoline jelly and grow there, grow anywhere on him a glob of it fell. So finally his mouth sealed over, and the whole head would have have amputated spontaneous â" (did you know there is a condition occurs in parts of Africa and only among Negroes where the little toe amputates spontaneously?) â" except for the eyes you dig. Thats one thing the asshole couldnâ(TM)t do was see. It needed the eyes. But nerve connections were blocked and infiltrated and atrophied so the brain couldnâ(TM)t give orders any more. It was trapped in the skull, sealed off. For a while you could see the silent, helpless suffering of the brain behind the eyes, then finally the brain must have died, because the eyes went out, and there was no more feeling in them than a crabâ(TM)s eyes on the end of a stalk.
So you mean parallel construction/isn't/ just complete fabrication, i.e., lies?
Please explain and give three examples on how deliberate "alternative facts" and "parallel construction" practiced in a courtroom aren't ipso-facto perjury.
Systemd is pants-on-head retarded when dealing with Network Manager and waking from sleep. It/never/ reactivates the network.
It is also pants-on-head retarded when a sound service won't start and it will just fucking/wait/ there while it won't start, instead of just failing it and moving on.
These are issues I've personally had to deal with. With Ubuntu LTS, no less.
And the whole point of systemd, so I've been told, is to make it/easier/ for workstation users. I don't see any more ease over sysvinit. Systemd is a solution looking for a problem, as far as I can tell. Unfortunately everyone is under the spell of Red Hat and Poettering these days.
This off-topic post was brought to you by the letters F, U, B, A, and R.
Politicians in the West are also typically as dumb and just as threatened by technology.
By and large, politicians still don't like the Internet, regardless of location and political ideology. They think it takes power away from them. It's a generational issue - most politicians, when they reach national power, are my age, at least, and probably never actually touched a general-purpose computer themselves.
I keep talking about this fact and all I seem to get is "so you know more than the CIA and FBI?"
And it hurts my head so much and I need to find a place to do a primal scream.
They're going to talk us into war and there is fuck-all anyone can do about it. Because people are so tech illiterate that they can be led by the nose right into the front lines.
The next iteration is darknets, encrypted end-to-end file sharing, completely under whatever radar they can come up with. I've been farting around with ZeroNet lately and it seems pretty good. And if all of it shuts down, we'll just go back to the ol' "hard drive fulla goodies" passed around like we did back when half of the people who had Internet access had dialup. Good luck tracking that.
Princess Leia Organa: The more you tighten your grip, Tarkin, the more star systems will slip through your fingers.
Find a local radio club. Get yourself a Technician class license and do all the packet radio you want, and give the county the finger. You don't need to learn morse code.
A friend of mine went from Novice (when they still had a Novice class with code) to Extra Class in 9 months, which is one step below Radiotelephone Operator license - the kind of license you need to run a commercial broadcast TV or radio station, for example.
All I can do is say "take your tourist money elsewhere."
I used to go between RI and Ontario a lot. Coming back each time through Customs and Immigration, I felt like I was not even welcome in my own country.
There are some wonderful things to see in this country, but there are wonderful things to see in the rest of the world, and if you never come here in your lifetime, you won't be missing much.
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> despite having one of the most expensive health care systems.
Not "one of" but "the" most expensive healthcare system by 100% increase from the next most expensive. Canada's.
But in Canada, if you want to start a business, you don't have to wonder if you're going to die in the process of not having healthcare at the beginning.
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This is what gets me
Unless your ratio is >=1, the amount of "true share" of a movie, song, or software is ZERO if you want to account for "damages" - because you have not given out a "functional" copy. You have given out garbage.
Whether someone else is able to get the other pieces and stick it to your garbage to make it functional is irrelevant. You, personally, have not passed along a functional copy.
This "making available" bullshit is just that - bullshit. If I open my entire media directory to the internet, and nobody downloads from me, I still haven't damaged the precious profits of the publishers.
The only math worse than Republican, DEA, and Cop math is Hollywood math.
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Ten years of Photoshop rentals is $1198.80*
Ten years of GIMP is still $0
hope this helps.
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*Only if Adobe keeps the fee structure the same.
"I have altered the deal. Pray I do not alter it any further."
It's a /requirement/ that any given elevator in a mass transit system must smell of piss.
Boston, DC, Long Beach, NYC, BART, Tube, doesn't matter.
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Dave's Classics on the Wayback Machine.
You're welcome.
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Food of the Gods. (Arthur c Clarke)
Itâ(TM)s only fair to warn you, Mr. Chairman, that much of my evidence will be highly nauseating; it involves aspects of human nature that are very seldom discussed in public, and certainly not before a congressional committee. But I am afraid that they have to be faced,; there are times when the veil of hypocrisy has to be ripped away, and this is one them.
You and I, gentlemen, have descended from a long line of carnivores. I see from you expressions that most of you donâ(TM)t recognize the term. Well, thatâ(TM)s not surprising-it comes from a language that has been obsolete for two thousand years. Perhaps I had better avoid euphemisms and be brutally frank, even if I have to use words that are never heard in polite society. I apologize in advance to anyone I may offend.
Until a few centuries ago, the favorite food of almost all men was meat-the flesh of once living animals. Iâ(TM)m not trying to turn your stomachs; this is a simple statement of fact, which you can check in any history bookâ¦
Why, certainly, Mr. Chairman, Iâ(TM)m quite prepared to wait until Senator Irving feels better. We professionals sometimes forget how laymen may react to statements like that. At the same time, I must warn the committee that there is very much worse to come. If any of you gentlemen are at all squeamish, I suggest you follow the senator before itâ(TM)s to lateâ¦
Well, if I may continue. Until modern times, all food fell into two categories. Most of it was produced from plants-cereals, fruits, plankton, algae and other forms of vegetation. Itâ(TM)s hard for us to realize that the vast majority of our ancestors were farmers, winning food from the land or sea by primitive and often back breaking techniques; but that is the truth.
The second type of food, if I may return to this unpleasant subject, was meat, produced from a relatively small number of animals. You may be familiar with some of them-cows, pigs, sheep, whales. Most people-I am sorry to stress this, but the fact is beyond dispute-preferred meat to any other food, though only the wealthiest were able to indulge this appetite. To most of mankind, meat was a rare and occasional delicacy in a diet that was more than ninety-percent vegetable.
If we look at the matter calmly and dispassionately-as I hope Senator Irving is now in a position to do-we can see that meat was bound to be rare and expensive, for its production is an extremely inefficient process. To make a kilo of meat, the animal concerned had to eat at least ten kiloâ(TM)s of vegetable food â"very often food that could have been consumed directly by human beings. Quite apart from any consideration of aesthetics, this state of affairs could not be tolerated after the population explosion of the twentieth century. Every man who ate meat was condemning ten or more of his fellow humans to starvationâ¦
Luckily for all of us, the biochemists solved the problem; as you may know, the answer was one of the countless byproducts of space research. All food-Animal or vegetable-is built up from a very few common elements. Carbon, hydrogen, oxygen, nitrogen, traces of sulphur and phosphorus-the half-dozen elements, and a few others, combine in an almost infinite variety of ways to make up every food that man has ever eaten or will ever eat. Faced with the problem of colonizing the moon and planets, the biochemists of the twenty-first century discovered how to synthesize and desired food from the basic raw materials of water, air and rock. It was the greatest, and perhaps the most important, achievement in the history of science. But we should not feel too proud of it. The vegetable kingdom had beaten us by a billion years.
The chemists could now synthesize and conceivable food, whether it had counterparts in nature or not. Needles to say, there were mistakes-even disasters. Industrial empires rose and crashed; the switch from agriculture and animal husbandry to the giant auto
Quahogs stuffed with lab-grown pork chorizo*, bread crumbs, onions, celery, and honest-to-goodness piping plover.
PPTLC.
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*Because slashdot does not do unicode I had to spell it the inferior Spanish way instead of Portuguese.
Piping Plover Tastes Like Chicken.
The "app store" didn't originate with mobile, or even Apple.
It originated from software repositories like Simtel, which matured into the current Linux and BSD repositories.
These "app stores" are poor imitations of the real thing.
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It was good while it lasted.
Will the last one out please turn off all the lights?
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âoeThe Talking Asshole Routineâ from Naked Lunch
William S. Burroughs
Did I ever tell you about the man who taught his asshole to talk? His whole abdomen would move up and down you dig farting out the words. It was unlike anything I ever heard.
This ass talk had sort of a gut frequency. It hit you right down there like you gotta go. You know when the old colon gives you the elbow and it feels sorta cold inside, and you know all you have to do is turn loose? Well this talking hit you right down there, a bubbly, thick stagnant sound, a sound you could smell.
This man worked for a carnival you dig, and to start with it was like a novelty ventriliquist act. Real funny, too, at first. He had a number he called âoeThe Better âOleâ that was a scream, I tell you. I forget most of it but it was clever. Like, âoeOh I say, are you still down there, old thing?â
âoeNah I had to go relieve myself.â
After a while the ass start talking on its own. He would go in without anything prepared and his ass would ad-lib and toss the gags back at him every time.
Then it developed sort of teeth-like little raspy in-curving hooks and started eating. He thought this was cute at first and built an act around it, but the asshole would eat its way through his pants and start talking on the street, shouting out it wanted equal rights. It would get drunk, too, and have crying jags nobody loved it and it wanted to be kissed same as any other mouth. Finally it talked all the time day and night, you could hear him for blocks screaming at it to shut up, and beating it with his fist, and sticking candles up it, but nothing did any good and the asshole said to him: âoeItâ(TM)s you who will shut up in the end. Not me. Because we dont need you around here any more. I can talk and eat and shit.â
After that he began waking up in the morning with a transparent jelly like a tadpoleâ(TM)s tail all over his mouth. This jelly was what the scientists call un-D.T., Undifferentiated Tissue, which can grow into any kind of flesh on the human body. He would tear it off his mouth and the pieces would stick to his hands like burning gasoline jelly and grow there, grow anywhere on him a glob of it fell. So finally his mouth sealed over, and the whole head would have have amputated spontaneous â" (did you know there is a condition occurs in parts of Africa and only among Negroes where the little toe amputates spontaneously?) â" except for the eyes you dig. Thats one thing the asshole couldnâ(TM)t do was see. It needed the eyes. But nerve connections were blocked and infiltrated and atrophied so the brain couldnâ(TM)t give orders any more. It was trapped in the skull, sealed off. For a while you could see the silent, helpless suffering of the brain behind the eyes, then finally the brain must have died, because the eyes went out, and there was no more feeling in them than a crabâ(TM)s eyes on the end of a stalk.
So you mean parallel construction /isn't/ just complete fabrication, i.e., lies?
Please explain and give three examples on how deliberate "alternative facts" and "parallel construction" practiced in a courtroom aren't ipso-facto perjury.
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A rock is the perfect design then.
Since it has no features except the physical ones, it is as minimalistic as it can get.
It does have uses, though.
You can throw it at the minimalist developer/designer's head.
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>Ecuador anyone?
It would actually be worth it to go to Ecuador. Quito is a nice city.
You also don't even need to visit a money changer or bank to buy your breakfast - US Dollar is the official currency.
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I've never seen problems booting due to systemd
Systemd is pants-on-head retarded when dealing with Network Manager and waking from sleep. It /never/ reactivates the network.
It is also pants-on-head retarded when a sound service won't start and it will just fucking /wait/ there while it won't start, instead of just failing it and moving on.
These are issues I've personally had to deal with. With Ubuntu LTS, no less.
And the whole point of systemd, so I've been told, is to make it /easier/ for workstation users. I don't see any more ease over sysvinit. Systemd is a solution looking for a problem, as far as I can tell. Unfortunately everyone is under the spell of Red Hat and Poettering these days.
This off-topic post was brought to you by the letters F, U, B, A, and R.
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Politicians in the West are also typically as dumb and just as threatened by technology.
By and large, politicians still don't like the Internet, regardless of location and political ideology. They think it takes power away from them. It's a generational issue - most politicians, when they reach national power, are my age, at least, and probably never actually touched a general-purpose computer themselves.
The quicker my generation dies, the better.
I'm OK with that.
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The telemetry malware has been backported to 7.
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Maybe you should verify the theory of gravity by stepping off from a great height?
Because it really is still being studied. Maybe you will find some ground-breaking data?
HTH.
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I keep talking about this fact and all I seem to get is "so you know more than the CIA and FBI?"
And it hurts my head so much and I need to find a place to do a primal scream.
They're going to talk us into war and there is fuck-all anyone can do about it. Because people are so tech illiterate that they can be led by the nose right into the front lines.
Because"the big E is the Internet!"
FUCK.
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See title.
The last, oh 20 years, has been about graphics over gameplay.
>making it through the first thirty minutes
Time is money, people. If it's not reviewable in 15 minutes, it's going to get a bad review.
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The next iteration is darknets, encrypted end-to-end file sharing, completely under whatever radar they can come up with. I've been farting around with ZeroNet lately and it seems pretty good. And if all of it shuts down, we'll just go back to the ol' "hard drive fulla goodies" passed around like we did back when half of the people who had Internet access had dialup. Good luck tracking that.
Princess Leia Organa: The more you tighten your grip, Tarkin, the more star systems will slip through your fingers.
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came here, ctrl-f
Leaving satisfied.
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>CB
Find a local radio club. Get yourself a Technician class license and do all the packet radio you want, and give the county the finger. You don't need to learn morse code.
A friend of mine went from Novice (when they still had a Novice class with code) to Extra Class in 9 months, which is one step below Radiotelephone Operator license - the kind of license you need to run a commercial broadcast TV or radio station, for example.
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All I can do is say "take your tourist money elsewhere."
I used to go between RI and Ontario a lot. Coming back each time through Customs and Immigration, I felt like I was not even welcome in my own country.
There are some wonderful things to see in this country, but there are wonderful things to see in the rest of the world, and if you never come here in your lifetime, you won't be missing much.
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I think he would agree with you.
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No, because the number of good writers, directors, and producers is finite.
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