Will there ever be a President that I can respect?
You're in luck! Soon you can cast your vote for Bubba, Jr. -- aka Hillary. You liked him so much the first time, you'll just LOVE him in the encore.
(Oh, wait, that was Monica -- sorry.)
And not to worry about the future: Bubba III is now in the way-early planning stages as well! Chelsa's first run at a show didn't go so hot, but then again that's how you learn. Gotta start somewhere...
Love is finding a person who's daemons plays nice with ours.
And I've come to realize that your second line (Wearing your crazy on the first date) is accurate. Take of the mask as best you can and see if they still like you. If not, you've saved time since it was never going to work out -- the mask has to come off sometime.
I'd suggest not that it's crazy, but it's almost necessary.
the rock that suddenly appeared out of nowhere was merely 'the size of a jelly doughnut.'
Really? Hadn't anyone given thought to the fact that it might actually BE a strawberry jelly doughnut? So just what DOES a jelly doughnuts look like after months of hardened vacuum while bombarded by cosmic rays? I'm just glad it still wasn't in a "Krispy Kreme" wrapper.
I mean, come on -- the guys that build the rover are all geeks and nerds, right? Show me one of those who doesn't like doughnuts. Now they're stuck working in a clean room for hours and hours, with nothing to eat or drink. Wouldn't you get hungry after a while too? And realize these are smart guys who could easily bypass the security entry systems. Now, just imagine that someone stayed up late one night (like THAT'S inconceivable?), snuck in their snack like usual, but forgot about it.
Plus, can you imagine the conversation: Wally: Umm, boss, about that "rock" that fell off the rover's front fender; well, you see... there's a back fender, too.
Oh hell, and here I came in becase I thought they were somehow talking about privacy issues within OS drivers.
You might recover my "black box" after an accident -- just like in an airplane crash -- but otherwise my on-board GPS is going to have "an unfortunate accident" the first day I have it. (I, of course, will NOT be buying the enhanced navigation console.)
If you want to know where I am, you can call me and ask, or wiretap my phone like they did it back in grandpa's day -- with a physical wire.
Damnit, I've been scared way back when from a teenager from the cold war and MAD and all. And now it's terrorists and the economy and the government and global warming and nanobots and job migration and what-all?
You've got to be kidding me. No, that's not right -- you ARE kidding me.
Crank that thing up to exactly midnight already and let's get this global party started! Otherwise SHUT THE HELL UP -- things aren't always as bad as they seem. (...or as good as they seem, either.)
By the way, you forgot about the upcoming water shortage and superbug antibiotics problems. Oh, supervolcanos, black-holes and upcoming entropy problems too!
The one patent I was aware of was a patent Atari snuck through by designing a circuit that XOR'ed a bit pattern to change the color a TV was displaying to avoid burn in.
Really! I didn't know of that one -- cute. The earliest one I know of is the SUID patent with circuit diagram that Richie (of K and R fame) did.
Not trying to be confrontational, just wondering how you reconciled these things.
I think they mostly do it by the expedient method of "Shooting the Messenger."
Stand over there by that wall by yourself, would you? We'll get to you in just a minute. Would you care for a cigarette?
There's the method of just ignoring and pitying you, You Poor Stupid Fool Whom I Would Not Want to be Like. I personally like the atypical story about Our Savior: "If English was good enough for Jesus, it's good enough for me!" Reference.
Or there's the "You're attacking what I've always been taught." If you're right then everyone who cares about me is wrong, so you've just got to be wrong. And along those same lines, someones on/. got a tag line of: "A million lemmings can't be wrong!"
my parents had a dog that could tell when my brother (diabetic) had low blood sugar. They had three dogs at that time and one of them would bark in the middle of the night if he was low. He could somehow tell while sleeping in their bedroom that he was having trouble from across the house. My guess is that his scent changed and the dog was especially sensitive to it, but that is pure speculation on my part.
Not being argumentative here -- was is the same dog that barked all of the time? Maybe one detected it, alerting another who then actually alerted you? (Doesn't matter, I know.) More to the point: dogs have accurate noses, but how fast does smell travel? (One,
two,
three,
four.) I presume it was quiet at night; it could also have been sounds that the dogs were hearing (breathing, coughing, slight moaning, whatever.)
No way to test and doesn't really matter; I'm just glad you had a dog that would alert you of the problem. I've heard stories of dogs "acting strangely" and somehow alert their owners before a heart attack or other critical events, so not unheard of. And we're a chemical machine; it makes sense that we'd give off odd smells if things are going badly.
My dog tells me of the critical problem that he thinks his stomach is almost empty -- but I think he learned that from the cat. Not nearly as impressive as yours.
It's still One Big File, but at least you might reduce the load on archive.org. Neighborly, y'know?
Or you could always donate (3 to 1 match until EOY) to help with the upcoming lawsuit. (Oh there'll be one, well, just because. These bits USED to be owned, and I'm sure there are some people who still think they are -- whether they truly are or not.)
I have hardware that's been running for over a decade, and is still working just fine.
(Can't.... resist... Sorry, not meaning to play the one-upmanship card, but in this case I just have to.)
Just one decade? One? I've got a friend (Hi George!) who runs his local accounting software on 8080 CP/M systems with multiple 8" floppy drives. Really. (I think the media is DSDD -- LARGE amounts of storage.)
He's also got current systems to play games and do what-all with, but he's got a working accounting system that doesn't break, he knows how to use and support both the software and hardware (at the chip replacement desoldering level), and doesn't feel the need to migrate.
And, well, plus: *I* think he thinks it's just fun doing it that way.
Like people, just because they're old doesn't mean they can't work or are worthless.
I've been using it for well over a year, it works great. Was using this for a while -- it's OK, but Multipar is much better.
Or just continue to use PAR on single directories with subs placed in some type of archive (zip, 7z, tar) file.
None of these holds a candle to ZFS as a live file system, but these all work great when archiving files to DVD/BD.
Heck, I'm currently copying multiple dirs to BD and using Multipar as "only" a checksumming and renaming repair tool -- not even bothering with the file content recovery option. For that matter, I've even created a (single) disc with 300% recovery -- if I lose all of the primary files and over half of the recovery content bits, I can STILL recover the contents. (I've tested this by manually damaging the file contents. I have multiple copies in different places, too -- there are just a few static files that I do *NOT* want to lose.)
"The cloud" just means you're putting all of that data on hard drives owned someone else you don't know.
No, you're missing the point. Not JUST. The cloud is Nifty, Wonderful, Magical Stuff, and Everyone's Using It Except You, Stupid.
Why? Because look at it from a Senior Manager's standpoint: you're offloading responsibility for control, access, and intrusion detection to the companies data "Somewhere Out There" as someone's else's responsibility. You've got an ironclad contract that even includes 9x 9's of uptime. Your data stays available to the world no matter what. Why you even make backup costs go away, with absolutely no need to ever restore. That's just one more thing off your plate, and the bean counters will LOVE you! After all, internal providers are exactly the same as the outside ones, and the latter are much cheaper. Any lawsuit issues will be fielded by Legal just like normal, so no problem there, either. It's golden!
And if your company can't say you're "in the cloud", you're obviously a stupid piddly Luddite computer company (!) that can't stay up with the times and will soon fold -- since you're not following the other rushing lemmings onwards and upwards. [at 3:49, or watch the entire thing if you need context.]
If all you do is write long run-on sentences, then point 9) you look like an idiot and more to the point, Point 10) no one is going to bother reading them no matter how interesting and insightful it is. You could write things all day long and even though it might be spelled rite and ain't got no many atrocious grammar missteaks, as long as no one reads it then all you've done is waste both your time and theirs. Also, you've increased global warming by breathing and expending energy while you wrote your War and Peace masterpiece and it didn't make any difference in the long run. So in other words: white space on the page is just like air in your lungs, if you don't have any white space in any or your paragraphs you should just stop breathing while you write it so that you remember not to do that. Blank space also creates a slight sense of restfulness for the eyes since you don't have a giant wall of black text staring at you that you have to parse. Instead of having a massive square of text, you might try a more artistic approach for your choo-choo (See marshall). If you just don't care though, you can write as much as you want, even try to write the Great American Novel. All you're doing though is taking low-paying jobs from a million monkeys, and now-a-days putting them on the unemployment line since they're people too. I suppose that's better than being served up as Soylent Green, though. And yes I know that in slashdot you can make things look as pretty as you want in the Comment section, but if you don't delimit them and add the internal markup, then you end up with stuff that looks a lot like this, I'm the only one still here, aren't I? Gee, this is just like back in grammar school when I was the last one picked for dodge-ball, as I couldn't dodge very well. That mean old Tommy always kept picking on me and throwing the ball as hard as he could; he even broke my arm one time and then stood over me and laughed and laughed. I hated him, I've hated him for years. He was always better than I was in almost everything, but just exactly like you he didn't bother to use white space and paragraphs while writing and... TOMMY? TOMMY, IS THAT YOU?!!? I'm going to find out where you live and we'll just see how you like to be hit with a wrecking ball instead of a hard rubber ball.
So use white space or a wrecking ball might soon come your way. Oh, and those are all good points by the way, once you find them.
To Judge: Your Honor, the defendant PURPOSELY and MALICIOUSLY obtained our client's, ah-herm, music, and proceeded to produce an in-tune, harmonic, and lyrics-actually-make-sense version of her song. This Is Intolerable for the future integrity of music!
Just THINK of the embarrassment and harassment endured by our client as someone rendered a better melodic performance than her. For Lady Gaga, this corruption of her musical interpretation is outrageous and must be stopped at all costs to uphold the honor of our client.
And besides that, we're not getting a cut of anything from the new version.
... if the drone would be smart enough to land on pavement or miss entirely and drop packages on a customer roof or balcony
I've *ALWAYS* wanted to call up Domino's / Pizza Hut and say, "I'm traveling down the freeway -- deliver a large pizza to me." And with a (fast enough) drone flying beside me, now I can!
Finding me in real time is no problem anymore -- just ask my phone's GPS or bug(!) the NSA. I'm sure those taps in the data center are all BI-directional.
After all, what's a few packet swaps between friends?
I went there to see if it was the real tubgirl, or a clone of goatse, or what. Tubgirl seems to have changed position a little from when I saw her last decade. Hopefully it'll be another decade or three before I see here again. Now I'll have to start drinking heavily again just to get that out of my head -- sigh...
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MS is going to be out lots of money for the licenses they've charged for.
Nope -- no replacements, no refunds. Didn't you read that in the EULA when you clicked and legally agreed to everything in it?
Will there ever be a President that I can respect?
You're in luck! Soon you can cast your vote for Bubba, Jr. -- aka Hillary. You liked him so much the first time, you'll just LOVE him in the encore. (Oh, wait, that was Monica -- sorry.)
And not to worry about the future: Bubba III is now in the way-early planning stages as well! Chelsa's first run at a show didn't go so hot, but then again that's how you learn. Gotta start somewhere...
Love is finding a person who's daemons plays nice with ours.
And I've come to realize that your second line (Wearing your crazy on the first date) is accurate. Take of the mask as best you can and see if they still like you. If not, you've saved time since it was never going to work out -- the mask has to come off sometime.
I'd suggest not that it's crazy, but it's almost necessary.
Landing on a high-speed small comet versus a giant planet, seems more difficult to me.
No, no -- the planet is MUCH, much easier than the small comet -- trust me on this.
Oh! You meant in one piece.
the rock that suddenly appeared out of nowhere was merely 'the size of a jelly doughnut.'
Really? Hadn't anyone given thought to the fact that it might actually BE a strawberry jelly doughnut? So just what DOES a jelly doughnuts look like after months of hardened vacuum while bombarded by cosmic rays? I'm just glad it still wasn't in a "Krispy Kreme" wrapper.
... there's a back fender, too.
I mean, come on -- the guys that build the rover are all geeks and nerds, right? Show me one of those who doesn't like doughnuts. Now they're stuck working in a clean room for hours and hours, with nothing to eat or drink. Wouldn't you get hungry after a while too? And realize these are smart guys who could easily bypass the security entry systems. Now, just imagine that someone stayed up late one night (like THAT'S inconceivable?), snuck in their snack like usual, but forgot about it.
Plus, can you imagine the conversation: Wally: Umm, boss, about that "rock" that fell off the rover's front fender; well, you see
Oh hell, and here I came in becase I thought they were somehow talking about privacy issues within OS drivers.
You might recover my "black box" after an accident -- just like in an airplane crash -- but otherwise my on-board GPS is going to have "an unfortunate accident" the first day I have it. (I, of course, will NOT be buying the enhanced navigation console.)
If you want to know where I am, you can call me and ask, or wiretap my phone like they did it back in grandpa's day -- with a physical wire.
What?? Only 5 minutes to midnight?
Damnit, I've been scared way back when from a teenager from the cold war and MAD and all. And now it's terrorists and the economy and the government and global warming and nanobots and job migration and what-all?
You've got to be kidding me. No, that's not right -- you ARE kidding me. Crank that thing up to exactly midnight already and let's get this global party started! Otherwise SHUT THE HELL UP -- things aren't always as bad as they seem. (...or as good as they seem, either.)
By the way, you forgot about the upcoming water shortage and superbug antibiotics problems. Oh, supervolcanos, black-holes and upcoming entropy problems too!
The one patent I was aware of was a patent Atari snuck through by designing a circuit that XOR'ed a bit pattern to change the color a TV was displaying to avoid burn in.
Really! I didn't know of that one -- cute. The earliest one I know of is the SUID patent with circuit diagram that Richie (of K and R fame) did.
Not trying to be confrontational, just wondering how you reconciled these things.
I think they mostly do it by the expedient method of "Shooting the Messenger."
/. got a tag line of: "A million lemmings can't be wrong!"
Stand over there by that wall by yourself, would you? We'll get to you in just a minute. Would you care for a cigarette?
There's the method of just ignoring and pitying you, You Poor Stupid Fool Whom I Would Not Want to be Like. I personally like the atypical story about Our Savior: "If English was good enough for Jesus, it's good enough for me!" Reference.
Or there's the "You're attacking what I've always been taught." If you're right then everyone who cares about me is wrong, so you've just got to be wrong. And along those same lines, someones on
my parents had a dog that could tell when my brother (diabetic) had low blood sugar. They had three dogs at that time and one of them would bark in the middle of the night if he was low. He could somehow tell while sleeping in their bedroom that he was having trouble from across the house. My guess is that his scent changed and the dog was especially sensitive to it, but that is pure speculation on my part.
Not being argumentative here -- was is the same dog that barked all of the time? Maybe one detected it, alerting another who then actually alerted you? (Doesn't matter, I know.) More to the point: dogs have accurate noses, but how fast does smell travel? (One, two, three, four.) I presume it was quiet at night; it could also have been sounds that the dogs were hearing (breathing, coughing, slight moaning, whatever.)
No way to test and doesn't really matter; I'm just glad you had a dog that would alert you of the problem. I've heard stories of dogs "acting strangely" and somehow alert their owners before a heart attack or other critical events, so not unheard of. And we're a chemical machine; it makes sense that we'd give off odd smells if things are going badly.
My dog tells me of the critical problem that he thinks his stomach is almost empty -- but I think he learned that from the cat. Not nearly as impressive as yours.
No joke: back in high school a Long, Long Time Ago (tm), Mrs. Crary our English teacher said, "The sun is closer than many, many other stars."
We were most of the time a respectful class -- but she was confused when the science students (I was one) just burst out laughing at that.
I wonder how many scientists who happen to own a dog are now writing grant applications.
Been done before... (although it may be worth repeating just to make sure it's accurate.)
I wonder how many scientists who happen to own a cat are now writing grant applications.
From Other Files -- torrent, or the generated Magnet
It's still One Big File, but at least you might reduce the load on archive.org. Neighborly, y'know?
Or you could always donate (3 to 1 match until EOY) to help with the upcoming lawsuit. (Oh there'll be one, well, just because. These bits USED to be owned, and I'm sure there are some people who still think they are -- whether they truly are or not.)
there's plenty of people who are not ashamed of how stupid they are (or they don't even know it).
Just in case you haven't heard of it: the Dunning Kruger effect.
.... dumb?
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I was dumb way before before being dumb was
Wait, that didn't come out quite right.
surely they've dug up something juicy on just enough judges/politicians to let them continue to do what they want to do.
They probably do, but it's also just as likely that Pauley is a willing participant in the dismantling of our civil liberties.
But you see --- THAT'S the juicy something!
I have hardware that's been running for over a decade, and is still working just fine.
(Can't .... resist ... Sorry, not meaning to play the one-upmanship card, but in this case I just have to.)
Just one decade? One? I've got a friend (Hi George!) who runs his local accounting software on 8080 CP/M systems with multiple 8" floppy drives. Really. (I think the media is DSDD -- LARGE amounts of storage.)
He's also got current systems to play games and do what-all with, but he's got a working accounting system that doesn't break, he knows how to use and support both the software and hardware (at the chip replacement desoldering level), and doesn't feel the need to migrate.
And, well, plus: *I* think he thinks it's just fun doing it that way.
Like people, just because they're old doesn't mean they can't work or are worthless.
Try again, but this time with subdirectories
PAR2 with subs: Multipar and alternate
I've been using it for well over a year, it works great. Was using this for a while -- it's OK, but Multipar is much better.
Or just continue to use PAR on single directories with subs placed in some type of archive (zip, 7z, tar) file.
None of these holds a candle to ZFS as a live file system, but these all work great when archiving files to DVD/BD.
Heck, I'm currently copying multiple dirs to BD and using Multipar as "only" a checksumming and renaming repair tool -- not even bothering with the file content recovery option. For that matter, I've even created a (single) disc with 300% recovery -- if I lose all of the primary files and over half of the recovery content bits, I can STILL recover the contents. (I've tested this by manually damaging the file contents. I have multiple copies in different places, too -- there are just a few static files that I do *NOT* want to lose.)
if [only] the Queen would fuck off.
We are not aroused.
... aroused .... get it? Oh, never mind; if you have to explain a joke....
Amused
"The cloud" just means you're putting all of that data on hard drives owned someone else you don't know.
No, you're missing the point. Not JUST. The cloud is Nifty, Wonderful, Magical Stuff, and Everyone's Using It Except You, Stupid.
Why? Because look at it from a Senior Manager's standpoint: you're offloading responsibility for control, access, and intrusion detection to the companies data "Somewhere Out There" as someone's else's responsibility. You've got an ironclad contract that even includes 9x 9's of uptime. Your data stays available to the world no matter what. Why you even make backup costs go away, with absolutely no need to ever restore. That's just one more thing off your plate, and the bean counters will LOVE you! After all, internal providers are exactly the same as the outside ones, and the latter are much cheaper. Any lawsuit issues will be fielded by Legal just like normal, so no problem there, either. It's golden!
And if your company can't say you're "in the cloud", you're obviously a stupid piddly Luddite computer company (!) that can't stay up with the times and will soon fold -- since you're not following the other rushing lemmings onwards and upwards. [at 3:49, or watch the entire thing if you need context.]
But don't forget about: Point 8)
... TOMMY? TOMMY, IS THAT YOU?!!? I'm going to find out where you live and we'll just see how you like to be hit with a wrecking ball instead of a hard rubber ball.
Learn
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If all you do is write long run-on sentences, then point 9) you look like an idiot and more to the point, Point 10) no one is going to bother reading them no matter how interesting and insightful it is. You could write things all day long and even though it might be spelled rite and ain't got no many atrocious grammar missteaks, as long as no one reads it then all you've done is waste both your time and theirs. Also, you've increased global warming by breathing and expending energy while you wrote your War and Peace masterpiece and it didn't make any difference in the long run. So in other words: white space on the page is just like air in your lungs, if you don't have any white space in any or your paragraphs you should just stop breathing while you write it so that you remember not to do that. Blank space also creates a slight sense of restfulness for the eyes since you don't have a giant wall of black text staring at you that you have to parse. Instead of having a massive square of text, you might try a more artistic approach for your choo-choo (See marshall). If you just don't care though, you can write as much as you want, even try to write the Great American Novel. All you're doing though is taking low-paying jobs from a million monkeys, and now-a-days putting them on the unemployment line since they're people too. I suppose that's better than being served up as Soylent Green, though. And yes I know that in slashdot you can make things look as pretty as you want in the Comment section, but if you don't delimit them and add the internal markup, then you end up with stuff that looks a lot like this, I'm the only one still here, aren't I? Gee, this is just like back in grammar school when I was the last one picked for dodge-ball, as I couldn't dodge very well. That mean old Tommy always kept picking on me and throwing the ball as hard as he could; he even broke my arm one time and then stood over me and laughed and laughed. I hated him, I've hated him for years. He was always better than I was in almost everything, but just exactly like you he didn't bother to use white space and paragraphs while writing and
So use white space or a wrecking ball might soon come your way. Oh, and those are all good points by the way, once you find them.
That's all we need, providing everyone with still more access to ancient text.
Two Paragraph spoiler summary if you want the CliffNotes version.
To Judge: Your Honor, the defendant PURPOSELY and MALICIOUSLY obtained our client's, ah-herm, music, and proceeded to produce an in-tune, harmonic, and lyrics-actually-make-sense version of her song. This Is Intolerable for the future integrity of music!
Just THINK of the embarrassment and harassment endured by our client as someone rendered a better melodic performance than her. For Lady Gaga, this corruption of her musical interpretation is outrageous and must be stopped at all costs to uphold the honor of our client.
And besides that, we're not getting a cut of anything from the new version.
... if the drone would be smart enough to land on pavement or miss entirely and drop packages on a customer roof or balcony
I've *ALWAYS* wanted to call up Domino's / Pizza Hut and say, "I'm traveling down the freeway -- deliver a large pizza to me." And with a (fast enough) drone flying beside me, now I can!
Finding me in real time is no problem anymore -- just ask my phone's GPS or bug(!) the NSA. I'm sure those taps in the data center are all BI-directional.
After all, what's a few packet swaps between friends?
We get people who want security jobs who can't answer, "What's the difference between a GET and a POST request?"
A GET request doesn't always get you a sandwich, while SUDO GET does.
What the hell's a POST? Cereal??
The Details of an ANAL FONT
Go here instead -- it's meta and safe.
I went there to see if it was the real tubgirl, or a clone of goatse, or what. Tubgirl seems to have changed position a little from when I saw her last decade. Hopefully it'll be another decade or three before I see here again. Now I'll have to start drinking heavily again just to get that out of my head -- sigh...
The iGOOGLES! They do NOTHING!