Face it, a lot of people simply don't care about HDTV. They aren't hurting anyone, or themselves.
The money I've saved from messing with HDTV I can spend on things I'm interested in. Sorry TV and movies isn't one of them. Why waste money on something you don't care about?
When I go camping (usually 2 or 3 weeks a year), I don't take anything electronic except a cellphone, but even that stays turned off and in the backpack.
I'm a bit of a luddite and not really a nerd (I don't code, don't like sci-fi, not a gadget nut, etc.) so I guess I just don't understand but if you are going to camp, then camp, otherwise just stay at home. Seriously..
Rounded cables have nothing on SATA cables. Yes they are better than ribbon cables but they still suck. They have not terribly flexible, the plugs are still wide, the covers over the part where the cable spreads comes apart, you still have master/slave (assuming you don't get a single connector cable), etc.
Exactly, it's on the drawing board. As of now, NASA is the only US organization that can put people into orbit and will continue to be the only one for years to come.
Same here, no Calc professor will lete you use a ti-89 during tests at my univ. One calc professor won't allow any calculator that has more than one display line.
I'm 3mi north of the Ohio river(in harrison country), so thats how far south. Verizon offers DSL to several major towns, but not to the rural community. Supposedly they are going to offer every single Verizon customer south of of Indianapolis DSL by the end of this calender year.
Not everyone who lives in a rural are is a "backward hick", not even close. I like living where I sit outside and watch animals walk through my backyard, or where I can pop out the telescope and not have to worry about light pollution. How about being able to grow my own vegetables and not be tied to the supermarket. Sorry, but nature > man made civilization.
In certain areas. Here in southern Indiana it's hilly enough that even a cell tower can't reach more than a few miles (usually 10 or less) in any direction. WiMax isn't likely to do much better.
Verizon announced that they are finally going to offer DSL to all customers south of Indianapolis in Indiana. We have no option for DSL, FIOS, cable (TV or internet) or anything like that. DSL will be a welcome change but I doubt if a smaller company would have the capital to handle the setup. There is a lot of open area here. People are spread apart and don't really live in communities or subdivisions.
FIOS isn't even on the radar. The nearest FIOS option is Louisville, KY, about 30mi southwest.
So it's useless just because it's old? Sometimes low-tech solutions are the best, but this is slashdot and I'm a bit of a luddite so no one will listen.
You don't have to be a farmer to buy it. The family owns farm equipment that uses so I buy it often. It's dyed either blue or red and doesn't affect the color of the exhast. It's not an issue in cars and trucks, it's dyed so truckers can't use it. They get their tanks tested from time to time.
At the local station it's just a pump with a lock. You ask the attendant inside for a key and you're good to go. I always pump it into a holding tank in the back of my truck or into small cans. I don't know what they would do if you started pumping in into your vehicle. Last time I bought some, the price was around $1.75, that was mid-summer while standard diesel was running at about $2.30.
Farmers almost always do a yearly rotation of corn and soybeans (at least in the mid-west), it help to keep the ground from being leached of certain minerals. Soybeans are at least as common as corn. Speaking of which, our family farm had a bumper-crop of soybeans this year (southern indiana).
I don't know much about sugarcane but I'm pretty sure the climate isn't suitable. Corn and soybeans are usually grown in a temperate environment.
ENOUGH OF THIS GAY BANTER, ON WITH THE TROLLING!!!
8====D~~
When I think of dirty old men, I think of Ike Thomas and when I think about Ike I get a hard-on that won't quit.
Sixty years ago, I worked in what was once my Grandfather's Greenhouses. Gramps had died a year earlier and Grandma, now in her seventies had been forced to sell to the competition. I got a job with the new owners and mostly worked the range by myself. That summer, they hired a man to help me get the benches ready for the fall planting.
Ike always looked like he was three days from a shave and his whiskers were dirty white, shaded by the brim of his battered felt fedora.
He did not chew tobacco but the corners of his mouth turned down in a way that, at any moment, I expected a trickle of thin, brown juice to creep down his chin. His bushy, brown eyebrows shaded pale, gray eyes.
The old-timer extended his hand, lifted his leg like a dog about to mark a bush and let go the loudest fart I ever heard. The old fellow then winked at me, "Ike Thomas is the name and playing pecker's my game."
I thought he said, "Checkers." I was nineteen, green as grass. I said, "I was never much good at that game."
"Now me," said Ike, "I just love jumping men . .."
"I'll bet you do."
". . . and grabbing on to their peckers," said Ike.
"I though we were talking about . .."
"You like jumping old men's peckers?"
I shook my head.
"I reckon we'll have to remedy that." Ike lifted his right leg and let go another tremendous fart. "He said, "We best be getting to work."
That summer of 1941 was a more innocent time. I learned most of the sex I knew from those little eight pager cartoon booklets of comic-page characters going at it. Young men read them in the privacy of an outside john, played with themselves, by themselves and didn't brag about it. Sometimes, we got off with a trusted friend and helped each other out.
Under the greenhouse glass, the temperature sometimes climbed over the hundred degree mark. I had worked stripped to the waist since April and was as brown as a berry. On only his second day on the job and in the middle of August, Ike wore old fashioned overalls. Those and socks in his high-top work shoes was every stitch he wore. When he bent forward, the bib front billowed out and I could see the white curly hairs on his chest and belly.
"Me? I just love to eat pussy!" Ike licked his lips from corner to corner then sticking his tongue out far enough that the tip could touch the end of his nose. He said, A man's not a man till he knows first hand, the flavor of a lady's pussy."
"People do that?"
He winked. "Of course the taste of a hard cock ain't to be sneezed at neither. Now you answer me, yes or no. Does a man's cock taste salty or not?"
"I never . .."
"Well, old Ike's willing to let you find out."
"No way."
"Just teasing," said Ike. "But don't give me no sass or I'll show you my ass." He winked. "Might show it to you anyway, if you was to ask."
"Why would I do that?"
"Curiosity, maybe. I'm guessing you never had a good piece of man ass."
"I'm no queer."
"Now don't be getting judgmental. Enjoying what's at hand ain't being queer. It's taking pleasure where you find it with anybody willing." Ike slipped a hand into the side slit of his overalls and I could tell he was fondling and straightening out his cock. "Now I admit I got me a hole that satisfied a few guys."
I swallowed, hard.
Ike winked. "Care to be asshole buddies?"
***
We worked steadily until noon. Ike drew a worn pocket watch from the bib pocket of his loose overalls and croaked, "Bean time. But first its time to reel out our limber hoses and make with the golden arches before lunch."
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You can right click on the file and convert it to mp3, which would erase all tracks.
This shouldn't matter anyway.
Face it, a lot of people simply don't care about HDTV. They aren't hurting anyone, or themselves.
The money I've saved from messing with HDTV I can spend on things I'm interested in. Sorry TV and movies isn't one of them. Why waste money on something you don't care about?
My mother and grandmother print photos 90% of the time so they need color. Plenty of people print things other than text, at home anyway.
I come here for the science news and to keep up with tech. I'm a chemist.
When I go camping (usually 2 or 3 weeks a year), I don't take anything electronic except a cellphone, but even that stays turned off and in the backpack.
I'm a bit of a luddite and not really a nerd (I don't code, don't like sci-fi, not a gadget nut, etc.) so I guess I just don't understand but if you are going to camp, then camp, otherwise just stay at home. Seriously..
Rounded cables have nothing on SATA cables. Yes they are better than ribbon cables but they still suck. They have not terribly flexible, the plugs are still wide, the covers over the part where the cable spreads comes apart, you still have master/slave (assuming you don't get a single connector cable), etc.
I'll take SATA over rounded cables any day.
Will this IBM/SCO deal every be completely over, with no more trials, hearings and news?
It just seems like this has been going on longer than other trial I can remember.
Exactly, it's on the drawing board. As of now, NASA is the only US organization that can put people into orbit and will continue to be the only one for years to come.
Get back to me when SpaceShipOne can reach GEO or even LEO.
Same here, no Calc professor will lete you use a ti-89 during tests at my univ. One calc professor won't allow any calculator that has more than one display line.
I'm 3mi north of the Ohio river(in harrison country), so thats how far south. Verizon offers DSL to several major towns, but not to the rural community. Supposedly they are going to offer every single Verizon customer south of of Indianapolis DSL by the end of this calender year.
As long as you can isolate and determine the structure, you can usually synthesize it. No need to have actual cod.
Not everyone who lives in a rural are is a "backward hick", not even close. I like living where I sit outside and watch animals walk through my backyard, or where I can pop out the telescope and not have to worry about light pollution. How about being able to grow my own vegetables and not be tied to the supermarket. Sorry, but nature > man made civilization.
In short, STFU.
In certain areas. Here in southern Indiana it's hilly enough that even a cell tower can't reach more than a few miles (usually 10 or less) in any direction. WiMax isn't likely to do much better.
Verizon announced that they are finally going to offer DSL to all customers south of Indianapolis in Indiana. We have no option for DSL, FIOS, cable (TV or internet) or anything like that. DSL will be a welcome change but I doubt if a smaller company would have the capital to handle the setup. There is a lot of open area here. People are spread apart and don't really live in communities or subdivisions.
FIOS isn't even on the radar. The nearest FIOS option is Louisville, KY, about 30mi southwest.
So it's useless just because it's old? Sometimes low-tech solutions are the best, but this is slashdot and I'm a bit of a luddite so no one will listen.
I don't know anything about them, but I do know they grow in the area very well.
You don't have to be a farmer to buy it. The family owns farm equipment that uses so I buy it often. It's dyed either blue or red and doesn't affect the color of the exhast. It's not an issue in cars and trucks, it's dyed so truckers can't use it. They get their tanks tested from time to time.
At the local station it's just a pump with a lock. You ask the attendant inside for a key and you're good to go. I always pump it into a holding tank in the back of my truck or into small cans. I don't know what they would do if you started pumping in into your vehicle. Last time I bought some, the price was around $1.75, that was mid-summer while standard diesel was running at about $2.30.
Farmers almost always do a yearly rotation of corn and soybeans (at least in the mid-west), it help to keep the ground from being leached of certain minerals. Soybeans are at least as common as corn. Speaking of which, our family farm had a bumper-crop of soybeans this year (southern indiana).
I don't know much about sugarcane but I'm pretty sure the climate isn't suitable. Corn and soybeans are usually grown in a temperate environment.
It might be and might not. Most likely it is but it hasn't been proven either way.
Got a link? I know for a fact that none of the cell phones I have/had have a GPS receiver. Nor does the phone of anyone in my immediate family.
I didn't find anything with google either.
Driver signing isn't required for 32bit vista, only 64bit. It can also be bypassed.
i keep a up-to-date copy for my dialup friends, which most are.
Autopatcher!
I have some karma to burn so I thought i would copy/paste from some other trolls on here. Just for the hell of it.
btw, i ate out your grandpas ass!!!
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ENOUGH OF THIS GAY BANTER, ON WITH THE TROLLING!!!
8====D~~
When I think of dirty old men, I think of Ike Thomas and when I think about Ike I get a hard-on that won't quit.
Sixty years ago, I worked in what was once my Grandfather's Greenhouses. Gramps had died a year earlier and Grandma, now in her seventies had been forced to sell to the competition. I got a job with the new owners and mostly worked the range by myself. That summer, they hired a man to help me get the benches ready for the fall planting.
Ike always looked like he was three days from a shave and his whiskers were dirty white, shaded by the brim of his battered felt fedora.
He did not chew tobacco but the corners of his mouth turned down in a way that, at any moment, I expected a trickle of thin, brown juice to creep down his chin. His bushy, brown eyebrows shaded pale, gray eyes.
The old-timer extended his hand, lifted his leg like a dog about to mark a bush and let go the loudest fart I ever heard. The old fellow then winked at me, "Ike Thomas is the name and playing pecker's my game."
I thought he said, "Checkers." I was nineteen, green as grass. I said, "I was never much good at that game."
"Now me," said Ike, "I just love jumping men . .
"I'll bet you do."
". . . and grabbing on to their peckers," said Ike.
"I though we were talking about . .
"You like jumping old men's peckers?"
I shook my head.
"I reckon we'll have to remedy that." Ike lifted his right leg and let go another tremendous fart. "He said, "We best be getting to work."
That summer of 1941 was a more innocent time. I learned most of the sex I knew from those little eight pager cartoon booklets of comic-page characters going at it. Young men read them in the privacy of an outside john, played with themselves, by themselves and didn't brag about it. Sometimes, we got off with a trusted friend and helped each other out.
Under the greenhouse glass, the temperature sometimes climbed over the hundred degree mark. I had worked stripped to the waist since April and was as brown as a berry. On only his second day on the job and in the middle of August, Ike wore old fashioned overalls. Those and socks in his high-top work shoes was every stitch he wore. When he bent forward, the bib front billowed out and I could see the white curly hairs on his chest and belly.
"Me? I just love to eat pussy!" Ike licked his lips from corner to corner then sticking his tongue out far enough that the tip could touch the end of his nose. He said, A man's not a man till he knows first hand, the flavor of a lady's pussy."
"People do that?"
He winked. "Of course the taste of a hard cock ain't to be sneezed at neither. Now you answer me, yes or no. Does a man's cock taste salty or not?"
"I never . .
"Well, old Ike's willing to let you find out."
"No way."
"Just teasing," said Ike. "But don't give me no sass or I'll show you my ass." He winked. "Might show it to you anyway, if you was to ask."
"Why would I do that?"
"Curiosity, maybe. I'm guessing you never had a good piece of man ass."
"I'm no queer."
"Now don't be getting judgmental. Enjoying what's at hand ain't being queer. It's taking pleasure where you find it with anybody willing." Ike slipped a hand into the side slit of his overalls and I could tell he was fondling and straightening out his cock. "Now I admit I got me a hole that satisfied a few guys."
I swallowed, hard.
Ike winked. "Care to be asshole buddies?"
***
We worked steadily until noon. Ike drew a worn pocket watch from the bib pocket of his loose overalls and croaked, "Bean time. But first its time to reel out our limber hoses and make with the golden arches before lunch."
I foll