"Computer, where is Mr. LaForge?" "10-forward." If I remember my Treknobabble correctly, the computer was able to locate people by tracking their communicator badges. It makes sense that the comm system would constantly track all badges so as to efficiently route calls.
I always wondered why they didn't, though, as it would be handy when there is some kind of intrusion. Not only was Trek (and Starfleet in particular) usually portrayed as too utopian for such privacy issues, but it just makes for better TV drama to send a bunch of expendable redshirts and/or every senior officer on the ship to go down to a hull breach not knowing what they're going to find.
Do you suppose at any point during the development of this, someone somewhere at MS thought to shout "KICK OUT THE JAMS, MICROSOFTERS!" at the top of their lungs?
Is it just me, or does that bank look like the Necronomicon from Evil Dead? Yes! That's it!! I couldn't place what creepy mental switch it was flipping for me. You're my hero fo the morning.
As a very small child in grade school, I remember playing games of tag outside during recess. The game was simple; someone would be chosen as "it," and whoever was "it" had to tag someone else and make them "it," etc.
There was always a structure - a basketball net, a fence post, a swingset, or something - that was designated "base." If you made it to "base," whoever was "it" and trying to tag you could no longer do so. You were safe at "base."
The game was never quite the same after some kid with a grudge figured out that you could punch someone in the gut just as easily whether they were touching "base" or not.
Not sure how their particular deal works, but I think if Comedy Central actually owns the show they make, then they could have actually been criminally breaking the copyright of their own employers and in theory could be sued for it. IANAL, etc.
really sick of having to download our own show illegally all the time. They just admitted to piracy! Don't these two guys know that such a thoughtless criminal act takes the very food out of the mouths of.. um.. these two guys?
It's not just the younger folks, as anyone who has had to teach their parents to type URLs directly into the address bar rather than into the Google box on their ISP-driven default home page can attest.
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You've finally made a monkey,
(Yes, we've finally made a monkey,)
Yes, you've finally made a monkey
Out of meeeee!
But just think how different things would be had they used stronger rivets that would never let go, Jack, they'd never let go...
...they just redefine the paradigm.
So call it the "GNU Image Manipulation Program" around your bosses.
The Professor is just upset because the number of elephants in his class has tripled in the past six months.
"Up."
This is safe now, because Robert Redford is now far too old to squeeze into a neoprene wetsuit.
What does.. God.. need.. with a starship?
Do you suppose at any point during the development of this, someone somewhere at MS thought to shout "KICK OUT THE JAMS, MICROSOFTERS!" at the top of their lungs?
Happy Monday, brain. Have some caffeine.
Can't sleep, bank'll eat me.. can't sleep, bank'll eat me..
Who taught Biff Tannen how to program?
Turn your key, sir!
As a very small child in grade school, I remember playing games of tag outside during recess. The game was simple; someone would be chosen as "it," and whoever was "it" had to tag someone else and make them "it," etc.
There was always a structure - a basketball net, a fence post, a swingset, or something - that was designated "base." If you made it to "base," whoever was "it" and trying to tag you could no longer do so. You were safe at "base."
The game was never quite the same after some kid with a grudge figured out that you could punch someone in the gut just as easily whether they were touching "base" or not.
The joke is that Taco and Zonk are logged in and working under each others' usernames. Those scamps!
That's nifty and all, but how do I get it into my damn flux capacitor?
I liked this idea better when it was called "shareware" and you just had to mail a fiver to some BBS kid in Missouri.
If they have any respect for America at all, they'll do the right thing and take themselves to court.
Not sure how their particular deal works, but I think if Comedy Central actually owns the show they make, then they could have actually been criminally breaking the copyright of their own employers and in theory could be sued for it. IANAL, etc.
I one met Erno Rubik himself.
Nice guy and all, but it took me half an hour to finish shaking his hand.
It's not just the younger folks, as anyone who has had to teach their parents to type URLs directly into the address bar rather than into the Google box on their ISP-driven default home page can attest.
Unfortunately for him, a cheap, safe, mass-market flying car was announced an hour later.