Fix-it is the name of a commerial virus scanning program. Its alot like norton sytstemworks, disk defrag, vuris scanning, registry scanning. But: as far as I know it does NOT work under Windows XP... (things that make you go hmmm...)
Everyone here has login access. Mainly because you can get your email through pine, but everyone sets it up through outlook anyways.
The only problem with letting everyone have access to the sun machines is that when it comes time for them to actually have to login, many of them have forgotten their passwords, and have no clue on how to use a non graphical interface. One of my roomates had this problem this past year, but had to get onto the system to get his phyc. study schedule.
I think that giving everyone access is a good idea, and it also forces people to learn how to use linux.
I remeber reading about this at around the time that Myst: Exile and RealMyst came out. The idea then was to have the user be able to construct their own ages, virtually writing their own linking books. Its a great idea, I'm anxious to see if they pull it off well, it would be a real shame to see them make a complete flop this far into the franchise.
The lab is temporarily closed as we deal with an experiment that got slightly out of hand. Nothing to be concerned about, really. All of our engineers are perfectly safe and there was never any real danger of it escaping into the wild.
Please check back in a few hours. Everything should be back to normal then and science will march on once again. We appreciate your patience."
Nah, you see when people go to the theater and find that star wars has already been sold out they will immediatly flock to see spidey... I know I would.
Slartibartfast's study was a total mess, like the results of an
explosion in a public library. The old man frowned as they
stepped in.
"Terribly unfortunate," he said, "a diode blew in one of the
life-support computers. When we tried to revive our cleaning
staff we discovered they'd been dead for nearly thirty thousand
years. Who's going to clear away the bodies, that's what I want
to know. Look why don't you sit yourself down over there and let
me plug you in?"
He gestured Arthur towards a chair which looked as if it had been
made out of the rib cage of a stegosaurus.
"It was made out of the rib cage of a stegosaurus," explained the
old man as he pottered about fishing bits of wire out from under
tottering piles of paper and drawing instruments. "Here," he
said, "hold these," and passed a couple of stripped wire end to
Arthur.
The instant he took hold of them a bird flew straight through
him.
He was suspended in mid-air and totally invisible to himself.
Beneath him was a pretty treelined city square, and all around it
as far as the eye could see were white concrete buildings of airy
spacious design but somewhat the worse for wear - many were
cracked and stained with rain. Today however the sun was shining,
a fresh breeze danced lightly through the trees, and the odd
sensation that all the buildings were quietly humming was
probably caused by the fact that the square and all the streets
around it were thronged with cheerful excited people. Somewhere a
band was playing, brightly coloured flags were fluttering in the
breeze and the spirit of carnival was in the air.
Arthur felt extraordinarily lonely stuck up in the air above it
all without so much as a body to his name, but before he had time
to reflect on this a voice rang out across the square and called
for everyone's attention.
A man standing on a brightly dressed dais before the building
which clearly dominated the square was addressing the crowd over
a Tannoy.
"O people waiting in the Shadow of Deep Thought!" he cried out.
"Honoured Descendants of Vroomfondel and Majikthise, the Greatest
and Most Truly Interesting Pundits the Universe has ever known
... The Time of Waiting is over!"
Wild cheers broke out amongst the crowd. Flags, streamers and
wolf whistles sailed through the air. The narrower streets looked
rather like centipedes rolled over on their backs and frantically
waving their legs in the air.
"Seven and a half million years our race has waited for this
Great and Hopefully Enlightening Day!" cried the cheer leader.
"The Day of the Answer!"
Hurrahs burst from the ecstatic crowd.
"Never again," cried the man, "never again will we wake up in the
morning and think Who am I? What is my purpose in life? Does it
really, cosmically speaking, matter if I don't get up and go to
work? For today we will finally learn once and for all the plain
and simple answer to all these nagging little problems of Life,
the Universe and Everything!"
As the crowd erupted once again, Arthur found himself gliding
through the air and down towards one of the large stately windows
on the first floor of the building behind the dais from which the
speaker was addressing the crowd.
He experienced a moment's panic as he sailed straight through
towards the window, which passed when a second or so later he
found he had gone right through the solid glass without
apparently touching it.
No one in the room remarked on his peculiar arrival, which is
hardly surprising as he wasn't there. He began to realize that
the whole experience was merely a recorded projection which
knocked six-track seventy-millimetre into a cocked hat.
The room was much as Slartibartfast had described it. In seven
and a half million years it had been well looked after and
cleaned regularly every century or so. The ultramahagony desk was
worn at the edges, the carpet a little faded now, but the large
computer terminal sat in sparkling glory on the desk's leather
top, as bright as if it had been constructed yesterday.
Two severely dressed men sat respectfully before the terminal and
waited.
"The time is nearly upon us," said one, and Arthur was surprised
to see a word suddenly materialize in thin air just by the man's
neck. The word was Loonquawl, and it flashed a couple of times
and the disappeared again. Before Arthur was able to assimilate
this the other man spoke and the word Phouchg appeared by his
neck.
"Seventy-five thousand generations ago, our ancestors set this
program in motion," the second man said, "and in all that time we
will be the first to hear the computer speak."
"An awesome prospect, Phouchg," agreed the first man, and Arthur
suddenly realized that he was watching a recording with
subtitles.
"We are the ones who will hear," said Phouchg, "the answer to the
great question of Life...!"
"The Universe...!" said Loonquawl.
"And Everything...!"
"Shhh," said Loonquawl with a slight gesture, "I think Deep
Thought is preparing to speak!"
There was a moment's expectant pause whilst panels slowly came to
life on the front of the console. Lights flashed on and off
experimentally and settled down into a businesslike pattern. A
soft low hum came from the communication channel.
"Good morning," said Deep Thought at last.
"Er... Good morning, O Deep Thought," said Loonquawl nervously,
"do you have... er, that is..."
"An answer for you?" interrupted Deep Thought majestically. "Yes.
I have."
The two men shivered with expectancy. Their waiting had not been
in vain.
"There really is one?" breathed Phouchg.
"There really is one," confirmed Deep Thought.
"To Everything? To the great Question of Life, the Universe and
Everything?"
"Yes."
Both of the men had been trained for this moment, their lives had
been a preparation for it, they had been selected at birth as
those who would witness the answer, but even so they found
themselves gasping and squirming like excited children.
"And you're ready to give it to us?" urged Loonquawl.
"I am."
"Now?"
"Now," said Deep Thought.
They both licked their dry lips.
"Though I don't think," added Deep Thought, "that you're going to
like it."
"Doesn't matter!" said Phouchg. "We must know it! Now!"
"Now?" inquired Deep Thought.
"Yes! Now..."
"Alright," said the computer and settled into silence again. The
two men fidgeted. The tension was unbearable.
"You're really not going to like it," observed Deep Thought.
"Tell us!"
"Alright," said Deep Thought. "The Answer to the Great Question
..."
"Yes...!"
"Of Life, the Universe and Everything..." said Deep Thought.
"Yes...!"
"Is..." said Deep Thought, and paused.
"Yes...!"
"Is..."
"Yes...!!!...?"
"Forty-two," said Deep Thought, with infinite majesty and calm.
Chapter 28
It was a long time before anyone spoke.
Out of the corner of his eye Phouchg could see the sea of tense
expectant faces down in the square outside.
"We're going to get lynched aren't we?" he whispered.
"It was a tough assignment," said Deep Thought mildly.
"Forty-two!" yelled Loonquawl. "Is that all you've got to show
for seven and a half million years' work?"
"I checked it very thoroughly," said the computer, "and that
quite definitely is the answer. I think the problem, to be quite
honest with you, is that you've never actually known what the
question is."
"But it was the Great Question! The Ultimate Question of Life,
the Universe and Everything!" howled Loonquawl.
"Yes," said Deep Thought with the air of one who suffers fools
gladly, "but what actually is it?"
A slow stupefied silence crept over the men as they stared at the
computer and then at each other.
"Well, you know, it's just Everything... Everything..." offered
Phouchg weakly.
"Exactly!" said Deep Thought. "So once you do know what the
question actually is, you'll know what the answer means."
"Oh terrific," muttered Phouchg flinging aside his notebook and
wiping away a tiny tear.
"Look, alright, alright," said Loonquawl, "can you just please
tell us the Question?"
"The Ultimate Question?"
"Yes!"
"Of Life, the Universe, and Everything?"
"Yes!"
Deep Thought pondered this for a moment.
"Tricky," he said.
"But can you do it?" cried Loonquawl.
Deep Thought pondered this for another long moment.
Finally: "No," he said firmly.
Both men collapsed on to their chairs in despair.
"But I'll tell you who can," said Deep Thought.
They both looked up sharply.
"Who?" "Tell us!"
Suddenly Arthur began to feel his apparently non-existent scalp
begin to crawl as he found himself moving slowly but inexorably
forward towards the console, but it was only a dramatic zoom on
the part of whoever had made the recording he assumed.
"I speak of none other than the computer that is to come after
me," intoned Deep Thought, his voice regaining its accustomed
declamatory tones. "A computer whose merest operational
parameters I am not worthy to calculate - and yet I will design
it for you. A computer which can calculate the Question to the
Ultimate Answer, a computer of such infinite and subtle
complexity that organic life itself shall form part of its
operational matrix. And you yourselves shall take on new forms
and go down into the computer to navigate its ten-million-year
program! Yes! I shall design this computer for you. And I shall
name it also unto you. And it shall be called... The Earth."
Phouchg gaped at Deep Thought.
"What a dull name," he said and great incisions appeared down the
length of his body. Loonquawl too suddenly sustained horrific
gashed from nowhere. The Computer console blotched and cracked,
the walls flickered and crumbled and the room crashed upwards
into its own ceiling...
Slartibartfast was standing in front of Arthur holding the two
wires.
Any person can pick up a keyboard and mouse and go running around shooting things, but most games, like UT, Q1-3 are pretty easy to learn. Also in most of these games the player must develop a certain skill that cannot be taught like you can teach someone how to play starcraft.
If you look closly at the last screenshot on the website, you can vaugely make out the letters MICROSOFT in the lower right hand corner. Hmm... a subliminal message, coincidence, or maybe a hint for the future of computing.
When I got my cable connection, I thought that it would be great, but now all those annoying pop-up windows open up lighting fast and there is no way of stopping them.
Don't use sand... Use Salt. In the mid-west government officials are using old salt mines to get rid of nuclear waste. The theory is, that over time the mines will collapse and the salt will eventually turn back into solid rock, therefore locking the waste inside it.
This should work well in Chernobyl because of the condition of the site and the amount of radiation eminating from it. The rods would never have to be taken out in 2008 when they have been radiating for 12 years. Instead they should be locked in rock for eternity.
They are for print... I beive tthat fonts were originally designed for use on paper, not monitors. While it may look better on the screen because of high resolutions and such, it is a bit misrepresenting of fonts if you would change them on the screen and not on paper.
With all the hype that there has been for Crusoe, i would have assumed that Transmeta would have checked for all possible bugs before letting this loose on the word (i.e. the slashdot community).
Slashdot Mirror
This is for both of you, What are your favorite non-webcomics? You know, the ones that get delivered every sunday with the rest of the newspaper.
Thank you very much!!
Fix-it is the name of a commerial virus scanning program. Its alot like norton sytstemworks, disk defrag, vuris scanning, registry scanning. But: as far as I know it does NOT work under Windows XP... (things that make you go hmmm...)
Everyone here has login access. Mainly because you can get your email through pine, but everyone sets it up through outlook anyways. The only problem with letting everyone have access to the sun machines is that when it comes time for them to actually have to login, many of them have forgotten their passwords, and have no clue on how to use a non graphical interface. One of my roomates had this problem this past year, but had to get onto the system to get his phyc. study schedule. I think that giving everyone access is a good idea, and it also forces people to learn how to use linux.
I remeber reading about this at around the time that Myst: Exile and RealMyst came out. The idea then was to have the user be able to construct their own ages, virtually writing their own linking books. Its a great idea, I'm anxious to see if they pull it off well, it would be a real shame to see them make a complete flop this far into the franchise.
Nah, you see when people go to the theater and find that star wars has already been sold out they will immediatly flock to see spidey... I know I would.
Apple makes Shake
Shake runs on linux
Shake does video
Quicktime is video
Quicktime for linux?
I hope so.
I'd say congradulations but i'm not sure I'd spell it correctly. But seriously, have a great valentines day :)
Well thats gotta be a first.
And to think that I bought a 1.4 GHz computer THIS MORNING, and its out of date in 3 hours.
Chapter 27
Slartibartfast's study was a total mess, like the results of an
explosion in a public library. The old man frowned as they
stepped in.
"Terribly unfortunate," he said, "a diode blew in one of the
life-support computers. When we tried to revive our cleaning
staff we discovered they'd been dead for nearly thirty thousand
years. Who's going to clear away the bodies, that's what I want
to know. Look why don't you sit yourself down over there and let
me plug you in?"
He gestured Arthur towards a chair which looked as if it had been
made out of the rib cage of a stegosaurus.
"It was made out of the rib cage of a stegosaurus," explained the
old man as he pottered about fishing bits of wire out from under
tottering piles of paper and drawing instruments. "Here," he
said, "hold these," and passed a couple of stripped wire end to
Arthur.
The instant he took hold of them a bird flew straight through
him.
He was suspended in mid-air and totally invisible to himself.
Beneath him was a pretty treelined city square, and all around it
as far as the eye could see were white concrete buildings of airy
spacious design but somewhat the worse for wear - many were
cracked and stained with rain. Today however the sun was shining,
a fresh breeze danced lightly through the trees, and the odd
sensation that all the buildings were quietly humming was
probably caused by the fact that the square and all the streets
around it were thronged with cheerful excited people. Somewhere a
band was playing, brightly coloured flags were fluttering in the
breeze and the spirit of carnival was in the air.
Arthur felt extraordinarily lonely stuck up in the air above it
all without so much as a body to his name, but before he had time
to reflect on this a voice rang out across the square and called
for everyone's attention.
A man standing on a brightly dressed dais before the building
which clearly dominated the square was addressing the crowd over
a Tannoy.
"O people waiting in the Shadow of Deep Thought!" he cried out.
"Honoured Descendants of Vroomfondel and Majikthise, the Greatest
and Most Truly Interesting Pundits the Universe has ever known
... The Time of Waiting is over!"
Wild cheers broke out amongst the crowd. Flags, streamers and
wolf whistles sailed through the air. The narrower streets looked
rather like centipedes rolled over on their backs and frantically
waving their legs in the air.
"Seven and a half million years our race has waited for this
Great and Hopefully Enlightening Day!" cried the cheer leader.
"The Day of the Answer!"
Hurrahs burst from the ecstatic crowd.
"Never again," cried the man, "never again will we wake up in the
morning and think Who am I? What is my purpose in life? Does it
really, cosmically speaking, matter if I don't get up and go to
work? For today we will finally learn once and for all the plain
and simple answer to all these nagging little problems of Life,
the Universe and Everything!"
As the crowd erupted once again, Arthur found himself gliding
through the air and down towards one of the large stately windows
on the first floor of the building behind the dais from which the
speaker was addressing the crowd.
He experienced a moment's panic as he sailed straight through
towards the window, which passed when a second or so later he
found he had gone right through the solid glass without
apparently touching it.
No one in the room remarked on his peculiar arrival, which is
hardly surprising as he wasn't there. He began to realize that
the whole experience was merely a recorded projection which
knocked six-track seventy-millimetre into a cocked hat.
The room was much as Slartibartfast had described it. In seven
and a half million years it had been well looked after and
cleaned regularly every century or so. The ultramahagony desk was
worn at the edges, the carpet a little faded now, but the large
computer terminal sat in sparkling glory on the desk's leather
top, as bright as if it had been constructed yesterday.
Two severely dressed men sat respectfully before the terminal and
waited.
"The time is nearly upon us," said one, and Arthur was surprised
to see a word suddenly materialize in thin air just by the man's
neck. The word was Loonquawl, and it flashed a couple of times
and the disappeared again. Before Arthur was able to assimilate
this the other man spoke and the word Phouchg appeared by his
neck.
"Seventy-five thousand generations ago, our ancestors set this
program in motion," the second man said, "and in all that time we
will be the first to hear the computer speak."
"An awesome prospect, Phouchg," agreed the first man, and Arthur
suddenly realized that he was watching a recording with
subtitles.
"We are the ones who will hear," said Phouchg, "the answer to the
great question of Life
"The Universe
"And Everything
"Shhh," said Loonquawl with a slight gesture, "I think Deep
Thought is preparing to speak!"
There was a moment's expectant pause whilst panels slowly came to
life on the front of the console. Lights flashed on and off
experimentally and settled down into a businesslike pattern. A
soft low hum came from the communication channel.
"Good morning," said Deep Thought at last.
"Er
"do you have
"An answer for you?" interrupted Deep Thought majestically. "Yes.
I have."
The two men shivered with expectancy. Their waiting had not been
in vain.
"There really is one?" breathed Phouchg.
"There really is one," confirmed Deep Thought.
"To Everything? To the great Question of Life, the Universe and
Everything?"
"Yes."
Both of the men had been trained for this moment, their lives had
been a preparation for it, they had been selected at birth as
those who would witness the answer, but even so they found
themselves gasping and squirming like excited children.
"And you're ready to give it to us?" urged Loonquawl.
"I am."
"Now?"
"Now," said Deep Thought.
They both licked their dry lips.
"Though I don't think," added Deep Thought, "that you're going to
like it."
"Doesn't matter!" said Phouchg. "We must know it! Now!"
"Now?" inquired Deep Thought.
"Yes! Now
"Alright," said the computer and settled into silence again. The
two men fidgeted. The tension was unbearable.
"You're really not going to like it," observed Deep Thought.
"Tell us!"
"Alright," said Deep Thought. "The Answer to the Great Question
..."
"Yes
"Of Life, the Universe and Everything
"Yes
"Is
"Yes
"Is
"Yes
"Forty-two," said Deep Thought, with infinite majesty and calm.
Chapter 28
It was a long time before anyone spoke.
Out of the corner of his eye Phouchg could see the sea of tense
expectant faces down in the square outside.
"We're going to get lynched aren't we?" he whispered.
"It was a tough assignment," said Deep Thought mildly.
"Forty-two!" yelled Loonquawl. "Is that all you've got to show
for seven and a half million years' work?"
"I checked it very thoroughly," said the computer, "and that
quite definitely is the answer. I think the problem, to be quite
honest with you, is that you've never actually known what the
question is."
"But it was the Great Question! The Ultimate Question of Life,
the Universe and Everything!" howled Loonquawl.
"Yes," said Deep Thought with the air of one who suffers fools
gladly, "but what actually is it?"
A slow stupefied silence crept over the men as they stared at the
computer and then at each other.
"Well, you know, it's just Everything
Phouchg weakly.
"Exactly!" said Deep Thought. "So once you do know what the
question actually is, you'll know what the answer means."
"Oh terrific," muttered Phouchg flinging aside his notebook and
wiping away a tiny tear.
"Look, alright, alright," said Loonquawl, "can you just please
tell us the Question?"
"The Ultimate Question?"
"Yes!"
"Of Life, the Universe, and Everything?"
"Yes!"
Deep Thought pondered this for a moment.
"Tricky," he said.
"But can you do it?" cried Loonquawl.
Deep Thought pondered this for another long moment.
Finally: "No," he said firmly.
Both men collapsed on to their chairs in despair.
"But I'll tell you who can," said Deep Thought.
They both looked up sharply.
"Who?" "Tell us!"
Suddenly Arthur began to feel his apparently non-existent scalp
begin to crawl as he found himself moving slowly but inexorably
forward towards the console, but it was only a dramatic zoom on
the part of whoever had made the recording he assumed.
"I speak of none other than the computer that is to come after
me," intoned Deep Thought, his voice regaining its accustomed
declamatory tones. "A computer whose merest operational
parameters I am not worthy to calculate - and yet I will design
it for you. A computer which can calculate the Question to the
Ultimate Answer, a computer of such infinite and subtle
complexity that organic life itself shall form part of its
operational matrix. And you yourselves shall take on new forms
and go down into the computer to navigate its ten-million-year
program! Yes! I shall design this computer for you. And I shall
name it also unto you. And it shall be called
Phouchg gaped at Deep Thought.
"What a dull name," he said and great incisions appeared down the
length of his body. Loonquawl too suddenly sustained horrific
gashed from nowhere. The Computer console blotched and cracked,
the walls flickered and crumbled and the room crashed upwards
into its own ceiling
Slartibartfast was standing in front of Arthur holding the two
wires.
"End of the tape," he explained.
Lets hope that their parts dont get lost in all the holiday rush mail.
This should work well in Chernobyl because of the condition of the site and the amount of radiation eminating from it. The rods would never have to be taken out in 2008 when they have been radiating for 12 years. Instead they should be locked in rock for eternity.
With all the hype that there has been for Crusoe, i would have assumed that Transmeta would have checked for all possible bugs before letting this loose on the word (i.e. the slashdot community).
Very slow then, what would be the point of surfing the net if you and 100% of the world was on 1% of the routers, wires etc...