Gonna go pop open a bottle of 97 Opus One just for you and enjoy reading the rest of the "6 people" shitting on you tonight.
You may have been a nerd in school but your posts smell like a dirty old jock strap. Here your are. Beating up on the fat kid from the short bus. What a man! Coward...
When I was born, I was the poster child for mongolism (the proper term in the 1970's) and promptly mentally declared retarded to because I had a speech impediment in kindergarten. You could say I was slow on the uptake. I also had an undiagnosed hearing loss in one ear that wasn't diagnosed until much later. Each year I had the annual evaluation. Each time I scored on the genius side of the scale. Each time the tester noted it was statistical fluke and reconfirmed that I was mentally retarded. That the school got extra funding for having a well behaved idiot in Special Ed classes wasn't a factor. I graduated the eighth grade with a college-level reading comprehension and fifth grade skills in everything else. School officials couldn't explain how that happened and they were also disturbed that my skinny parents had a fat kid. A half-dozen blood tests revealed nothing. No one knows how genes played a role in my intelligence.
Given all that, maybe this is now one of those posts that in you mind is made by the 5pm "asshats." I'm sure it is.
Uh, no. You're too nice. You lacked the vitriol that makes other readers recoil and then push back. For the most part, this would be a comment I would ignore.
I just got off of work (late as usual) and went through your history. plenty of people shitting all over you during the day as well. are you going to conveniently ignore that?
Yes. No one wrote six paragraphs of vitriol that is the hallmark of the half-dozen asshats who shit post overnight. Maybe they're shy after getting push back from other readers.
There are six asshats who do nothing but post shit about my comments starting at 5PM Pacific. I laid down my markers for the day. I'm going to sit back and watch.
If the Bush/Obama tax cuts were fully repealed, it would restore $4T in tax revenues for a decade that could fix the hole in the budget. Those tax cuts never paid for themselves.
Let's go back to the good old days when computers were [...]
The girls out programmed the boys in the seventh grade. Probably because the boys were more interested in blowing up shit. Pipe bombs were still popular in the early 1980's.
The catchphrase of the privileged is "just call someone" as if some loser on the other end of a phone call always exists somewhere for the express purpose of serving as answer giver.
That reminds me a story about Henry Ford. When a Chicago newspaper called him an ignorant Pacifist, the sued the paper. During the court trial he explained that if he wanted to know an answers, he would call someone to get the answer for him. Most entrepreneurs are often not the smartest person in the room but they know who to call.
I bet all that talk about "spaghetti code" had you reaching for the phone to order a takeout dinner for a family of six but with only one fork.
"Spaghetti code" is tracing the goto/gosub calls from the top half of the BASIC program as it "falls through" the bottom half to get sent back up to the top half. Once you go through these a few of these, you might find it easier to start over from scratch. Since I was using Python, I just wrote new functions.
Sometime being a programmer requires do data-entry work, especially if the data isn't already in electronic form that can be programmatically manipulated.
The lesson for kids back then was, nothing ever works as promised, and even if you did absolutely everything right, you would still get screwed over.
There was no websites that kids could check out to find the errata back in the 1980's. Not sure if that info ever bubbled up to the BBS scene at the time.
Found out the school library had several books on basic programming [...]
Those books are still around on the Atari Archives. For a while I was translating old BASIC games that I could get to work on the Commodore 64 into working Python scripts. A lot of spaghetti code with all the gotos and gosubs.
The Internet most certainly existed in the 1980s as I'm sure you're aware.
Of course. But I prefer the term "pre-Internet" because it causes magic smoke to come out of the ears of greybreads who should know the difference between the actual Internet and the Internet that the unwashed masses know about.
Slashdot Mirror
US is not interested in tourism so it doesn't need to build pyramids.
That could explain why tourism is suffering from the "Trump Slump" and Brand USA is being cut from the budget.
http://thehill.com/policy/transportation/334828-trump-budget-kills-marketing-program-for-us-tourism
Gonna go pop open a bottle of 97 Opus One just for you and enjoy reading the rest of the "6 people" shitting on you tonight.
You may have been a nerd in school but your posts smell like a dirty old jock strap. Here your are. Beating up on the fat kid from the short bus. What a man! Coward...
When I was born, I was the poster child for mongolism (the proper term in the 1970's) and promptly mentally declared retarded to because I had a speech impediment in kindergarten. You could say I was slow on the uptake. I also had an undiagnosed hearing loss in one ear that wasn't diagnosed until much later. Each year I had the annual evaluation. Each time I scored on the genius side of the scale. Each time the tester noted it was statistical fluke and reconfirmed that I was mentally retarded. That the school got extra funding for having a well behaved idiot in Special Ed classes wasn't a factor. I graduated the eighth grade with a college-level reading comprehension and fifth grade skills in everything else. School officials couldn't explain how that happened and they were also disturbed that my skinny parents had a fat kid. A half-dozen blood tests revealed nothing. No one knows how genes played a role in my intelligence.
the only asshat I've noticed consistently pounding you in your fat ass is me.
We're off to the races!
Given all that, maybe this is now one of those posts that in you mind is made by the 5pm "asshats." I'm sure it is.
Uh, no. You're too nice. You lacked the vitriol that makes other readers recoil and then push back. For the most part, this would be a comment I would ignore.
There's no team of 6 people posting after 5PM Pacific.
They are six asshats who have been hounding me for the last two weeks.
I just got off of work (late as usual) and went through your history. plenty of people shitting all over you during the day as well. are you going to conveniently ignore that?
Yes. No one wrote six paragraphs of vitriol that is the hallmark of the half-dozen asshats who shit post overnight. Maybe they're shy after getting push back from other readers.
[...] only 6 people [...]
There are six asshats who do nothing but post shit about my comments starting at 5PM Pacific. I laid down my markers for the day. I'm going to sit back and watch.
Time to switch careers?
No, thanks. I like the shit that I shovel now.
You're suck a terrible liar when you say you make $55K+ we all know it's $550K+ and your a rich asshoke trolling us all day every day,
You're absolutely correct. I expect the $200K asshats to start licking my boots now.
If the Bush/Obama tax cuts were fully repealed, it would restore $4T in tax revenues for a decade that could fix the hole in the budget. Those tax cuts never paid for themselves.
What about gopher, email and ftp? Archie for searching....
You forget finger. Take a guess which I'm holding up now.
Your IT credentials are paper-thin.
My IT credentials began after 1995 when the Internet became the new thing for the unwashed masses.
I once forced my little brother to read the lines to me as I typed them in, it seemed to have gone faster IIRC.
I tried to get the cat to hold open the pages but it was half-hearted effort at best.
Confirmed you are a lazy fat over-privileged American with delusions of becoming filthy rich real soon now.
Ironic since I came from a "poor" family that couldn't afford a $2,500 Apple ][ or cable to get MTV.
Let's go back to the good old days when computers were [...]
The girls out programmed the boys in the seventh grade. Probably because the boys were more interested in blowing up shit. Pipe bombs were still popular in the early 1980's.
The catchphrase of the privileged is "just call someone" as if some loser on the other end of a phone call always exists somewhere for the express purpose of serving as answer giver.
That reminds me a story about Henry Ford. When a Chicago newspaper called him an ignorant Pacifist, the sued the paper. During the court trial he explained that if he wanted to know an answers, he would call someone to get the answer for him. Most entrepreneurs are often not the smartest person in the room but they know who to call.
https://500dollarmillionaire.wordpress.com/2013/06/26/henry-ford-was-the-smartest-ignorant-man-in-history/
Childhood data entry practice prepared [...]
The 30K+ bug reports I wrote as a video game tester and the ungodly number of CA and Remedy tickets I wrote since then.
OCR. Machine vision. Voice recognition.
Have you ever tried to clean up data after OCR or voice recognition gets done with it? I would hire someone on Fiverr to give me a clean output.
Here's an example from my iPhone when a recruiter left a voicemail last month.
https://twitter.com/cdreimer/status/852671049942446081/photo/1
Data entry is obsolete [...]
Sounds like you don't work with dirty data.
I bet all that talk about "spaghetti code" had you reaching for the phone to order a takeout dinner for a family of six but with only one fork.
"Spaghetti code" is tracing the goto/gosub calls from the top half of the BASIC program as it "falls through" the bottom half to get sent back up to the top half. Once you go through these a few of these, you might find it easier to start over from scratch. Since I was using Python, I just wrote new functions.
That's not coding, that's data entry [...]
Sometime being a programmer requires do data-entry work, especially if the data isn't already in electronic form that can be programmatically manipulated.
The lesson for kids back then was, nothing ever works as promised, and even if you did absolutely everything right, you would still get screwed over.
There was no websites that kids could check out to find the errata back in the 1980's. Not sure if that info ever bubbled up to the BBS scene at the time.
And... ?
You had to be there. ;)
Found out the school library had several books on basic programming [...]
Those books are still around on the Atari Archives. For a while I was translating old BASIC games that I could get to work on the Commodore 64 into working Python scripts. A lot of spaghetti code with all the gotos and gosubs.
http://www.atariarchives.org/
The Internet most certainly existed in the 1980s as I'm sure you're aware.
Of course. But I prefer the term "pre-Internet" because it causes magic smoke to come out of the ears of greybreads who should know the difference between the actual Internet and the Internet that the unwashed masses know about.