This also feels like all those agencies that will let you pay a pile of money to name a star after yourself... in the records of that one agency, which aren't actually recognized by anyone ever.
If this takes off remind me to fire up some spare domain name, install a big pile of whatever apps are lying around (forums, chats, IMs, auctions, blogs, networking, all that junk,) name it "teh REAL internets!!!" and then auction off the login names.
I had a very strange night last night, of the type that had me worried I might have accidentally slipped into an alternate universe. So I punched up Slashdot, and through the above headline I know without a doubt that I'm home.
Well, someone tell Ben Heck to fix his damned webserver (which is probably a 3x5" unit in his butt pocket that also plays Neo Geo carts) so we can get on with slashdotting it!
On the other hand, this will definitely interest a number of Star Trek fans who aren't into commercial MMOs otherwise. I don't doubt there are many Trek fans who either haven't taken any interest the genre before or, like myself, actively dislike it. Still, as a veteran player of Trek stuff ranging from the linear console and PC games of the past to more involved stuff like tabletop and chat-based RPGing, I'm quite willing to pony up for a chance to play around on a virtual Starfleet vessel. I'll try it out even though I'll probably get sick of it after the trial period, but other Trek nuts may find themselves converted.
I'm glad you didn't.. that business model meant that for the last 5 years or so of the floppy era, I didn't pay for a single disc. Hooray for getting a fictional computer store with my address onto their floppy mailing list!
They used some quality floppies, too, in order to survive being thrown around by postal workers. No cheapo Fujifilm crap with the oxide flaking off.
[Sam hangs up the phone]
Max: Another confused census taker?
Sam: Actually, it was the Commissioner with another idiotic and baffling assignment.
Max: Does it involve wanton destruction?
Sam: We can only hope.
Exactly. And not only is it the global neighborhood concept, but there is the permanent record. Throw something online now, from a blog entry to a website to this Slashdot comment, and in 20 years it'll probably still be archived somewhere. Every Usenet post I've ever made is saved on Google groups. I'm in who knows how many IRC logs. Archive.org hosts a copy of my first website ever, but thankfully the embarassing background MIDIs no longer work. And anyone can easily rustle it all up if they want to.
It's very hard if not impossible to "erase" something from the net. There's always the chance somebody saved it. Once you post it, it's there for friends, relatives, enemies, strangers, police, stalkers, prospective employers, and whoever else to possibly get hold of one day.
It's pretty sad that this sort of thing needs to be said, but it still needs to be said to a generation growing up in a world of Livejournals and Myspaces and Facebooks.
It's a damn good thing the Web wasn't born yet when I was in school. If half the things I said and did in my youth were posted to the web, I'd probably never crawl out from under my rock. Hell, I'm still paranoid someone wil dig up the message bases from the old BBSes I used to frequent and say really stupid things on.:-P
What's powering the damned players? Is this all OS overhead and panicky DRM safeguards, or are they actually churning out set-top boxes with dual cores, flux capacitors, and proton packs?
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This also feels like all those agencies that will let you pay a pile of money to name a star after yourself... in the records of that one agency, which aren't actually recognized by anyone ever.
If this takes off remind me to fire up some spare domain name, install a big pile of whatever apps are lying around (forums, chats, IMs, auctions, blogs, networking, all that junk,) name it "teh REAL internets!!!" and then auction off the login names.
You're obviously thinking of Man-Bat.
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Whoa, this is heavy.
If Paris Hilton is fully dressed, seems fully aware of her surroundings, and/or is singing well, it's been tampered with.
This formula can also be adapted to Lindsay Lohan, but hasn't been tested on Tara Reid or others yet.
So what you're saying is, at the Large Hadron Collider safety is not guaranteed.
On the other hand, this will definitely interest a number of Star Trek fans who aren't into commercial MMOs otherwise. I don't doubt there are many Trek fans who either haven't taken any interest the genre before or, like myself, actively dislike it. Still, as a veteran player of Trek stuff ranging from the linear console and PC games of the past to more involved stuff like tabletop and chat-based RPGing, I'm quite willing to pony up for a chance to play around on a virtual Starfleet vessel. I'll try it out even though I'll probably get sick of it after the trial period, but other Trek nuts may find themselves converted.
I apologize, I should really know better. After all, I've been told a million times to stop exaggerating.
Tomorrow's fly-based digital cameras will be so complex, they'll need more than a standard help file. They'll have a "help meeeeee!" file.
If there were no hot Earths, where would the hot Jupiters get their hot starbabies from?
I'm glad you didn't.. that business model meant that for the last 5 years or so of the floppy era, I didn't pay for a single disc. Hooray for getting a fictional computer store with my address onto their floppy mailing list!
They used some quality floppies, too, in order to survive being thrown around by postal workers. No cheapo Fujifilm crap with the oxide flaking off.
They had me up to the point I realized the article is by something called "Business 2.0."
Secret questions can be troubling.
[Sam hangs up the phone]
Max: Another confused census taker?
Sam: Actually, it was the Commissioner with another idiotic and baffling assignment.
Max: Does it involve wanton destruction?
Sam: We can only hope.
Exactly. And not only is it the global neighborhood concept, but there is the permanent record. Throw something online now, from a blog entry to a website to this Slashdot comment, and in 20 years it'll probably still be archived somewhere. Every Usenet post I've ever made is saved on Google groups. I'm in who knows how many IRC logs. Archive.org hosts a copy of my first website ever, but thankfully the embarassing background MIDIs no longer work. And anyone can easily rustle it all up if they want to.
It's very hard if not impossible to "erase" something from the net. There's always the chance somebody saved it. Once you post it, it's there for friends, relatives, enemies, strangers, police, stalkers, prospective employers, and whoever else to possibly get hold of one day.
It's pretty sad that this sort of thing needs to be said, but it still needs to be said to a generation growing up in a world of Livejournals and Myspaces and Facebooks.
:-P
It's a damn good thing the Web wasn't born yet when I was in school. If half the things I said and did in my youth were posted to the web, I'd probably never crawl out from under my rock. Hell, I'm still paranoid someone wil dig up the message bases from the old BBSes I used to frequent and say really stupid things on.
I don't think I've ever found the Bill-Gates-as-a-Borg icon as chilling as I do now.
I wonder if Judge Wolf has gotten any mail from those Nigerian spammers who append "God blessing you" to all their 419 scams.
Ha-ha!
What's powering the damned players? Is this all OS overhead and panicky DRM safeguards, or are they actually churning out set-top boxes with dual cores, flux capacitors, and proton packs?
*draws service revolver*
Turn your key, sir!