In the end is it worth it compared to just adopting an Acceptable Use Policy that states that going to MySpace can lead to eventual dismissal from your job?
In short, no. Technical measures will always be circumventable. If you really want to stop employees using Myspace, you'll have to filter the content via the keyboard/chair interface, as in telling them to stop doing it.
Sure, blame the computers. After all, it's not like the market system has shown any penchant for random and pseudo-random ups and downs ranging from negligible to ultraviolence since long before before any figures were computed by machines rather than pencils.
wonder what the reactions would have been like if a "computer glitch" knocked the thing up 500 points instead of down.
Except for the sound of coin hitting the payout tray under the slot machine. That has a pitch and timbre so striking and unique that it jumps out at you every time.
That's done on purpose, because that's the noise they most want you to hear. The payout trays are basically large hollow bells, specifically engineered to give the sharpest, clearest, most distinctive sound possible at the drop of every coin.
Hello and welcome to my malt shop chain, TurdShakes(TM), featuring shakes made from genuine excrement, in a secret family recipe that is sure to please.
Am I serious, you ask? Of course I am! I am quite passionate about my flagship product, the TurdShake(TM), and stand behind it totally even though sales have been slightly disappointing. That is to say, not quite as successful as I had hoped. Frankly, I'm shocked by the fact that nobody wants to buy milkshakes made from excrement. Im my eyes, TurdShakes(TM) were a goldmine waiting to happen.
Wait, come back! Okay, you win. I am willing to adapt my business model to suit what the people want. Therefore, I have decided to remove excrement from my TurdShakes(TM) entirely, possibly replacing it with chocolate or ice cream or some other such boring shake ingredient. You'd like one now, wouldn't you? A regular shake? No Turd(TM)?
Well, that's just what you'll get, then. A delicious normal shake... That is, of course, provided you give me a large bag of moneys first. A really big bag, with lots of moneys. Otherwise, you'll just have to go on buying the original TurdShakes(TM), with heady flavors of... wait, where are you going? Come back!!
It doesn't solve the problem when adults buy it and turn around and give it to a kid
But it can sent that one last necessary jolt to the addled brain of Clueless Joe Sixpack, who is about to buy "Manhunt" for his eight-year-old because one time in his youth he played "Pac-Man" and that's what all video games are, right?
It seems stupid to anyone on/., but this is an accurate representation of the sort of braindead masses that overregulation or censorship would actually serve. If we can cause the necessary brain-attacks in these people by having the cashier gently suggest that the M-rated game a parent is about to buy their kid isn't happy friendly "Super Mario" stuff, in the accepted manner of other comparable age-restricted purchases like R-rated movie tickets, then the ultimate responsibility is once again reverted to the parent where it belongs, and said parent is hopefully forced to become educated enough to properly make the decision on what to buy their kids.
Well, if this does include Internet forums, I'm sure it would exclude distinguished ones like Slashd..d..duhhh, I like fruit. Fruit is good. Do you like fruit?
We'll be talking with one of the following: Hilmar Veigar Petursson, Chief Executive Officer, Magnus Bergsson, Chief Marketing Officer, Nathan Richardsson, Senior Producer, Halldór Fannar Guðjónsson, Chief Technology Officer. One of these members of the top brass will be available to answer your questions.
All through the hallways of CCP headquarters, you can still hear the plaintive cries of "You talk to the Slashdotters!" "No, you do it!" *
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Neat! Ask and you shall receive! Thanks for the answer.
Where do you load in the coal?
Sure, blame the computers. After all, it's not like the market system has shown any penchant for random and pseudo-random ups and downs ranging from negligible to ultraviolence since long before before any figures were computed by machines rather than pencils.
wonder what the reactions would have been like if a "computer glitch" knocked the thing up 500 points instead of down.
You want foam? I can get you foam. Believe me, there are ways, dude..
NASA is not a golfer.
It's just that not even the bees can afford to live in Manhattan anymore.
I wonder what his 85th birthday party will be like.
EA have high hopes for their new CEO, Jeff Probst II.
Hello and welcome to my malt shop chain, TurdShakes(TM), featuring shakes made from genuine excrement, in a secret family recipe that is sure to please.
Am I serious, you ask? Of course I am! I am quite passionate about my flagship product, the TurdShake(TM), and stand behind it totally even though sales have been slightly disappointing. That is to say, not quite as successful as I had hoped. Frankly, I'm shocked by the fact that nobody wants to buy milkshakes made from excrement. Im my eyes, TurdShakes(TM) were a goldmine waiting to happen.
Wait, come back! Okay, you win. I am willing to adapt my business model to suit what the people want. Therefore, I have decided to remove excrement from my TurdShakes(TM) entirely, possibly replacing it with chocolate or ice cream or some other such boring shake ingredient. You'd like one now, wouldn't you? A regular shake? No Turd(TM)?
Well, that's just what you'll get, then. A delicious normal shake... That is, of course, provided you give me a large bag of moneys first. A really big bag, with lots of moneys. Otherwise, you'll just have to go on buying the original TurdShakes(TM), with heady flavors of... wait, where are you going? Come back!!
You kids and your talkies!
It seems stupid to anyone on
Well, if this does include Internet forums, I'm sure it would exclude distinguished ones like Slashd..d..duhhh, I like fruit. Fruit is good. Do you like fruit?
* translated from Icelandic crying
Ah yes, Mesonychoteuthis hamiltoni. With a razor sharp beak, that can tear steel as easily as I tear a croissant...
Be warned, the only chick you'll impress with that gear is your own mom.
Read the hotel sign. The corect spelling is "Farty Towels."
I want to play GORILLA.BAS, dammit.
Hammer Time.