Same thing happened with the Manganaro name in association with two competing sandwich shops in Hell's Kitchen. They're right next door to each other, too. It would be beautiful if the current mood of solidarity united the two.
FAMILY FEUD: MANGANARO'S AGAINST MANGANARO'S
New York Times, May 14, 2000
by Tara Bahrampour
At least the Capulets and Montagues didn't have to share a name. Not so the descendants of a 19th-century Neapolitan who opened an Italian deli on Ninth Avenue 107 years ago. In high fairy-tale tradition, the business eventually passed to descendants: four brothers named Dell'Orto who, citing differences in management style, divided it up between the oldest and youngest pairs. That was in 1961, and family relations were never the same.
Salvatore and Vincent, the older brothers, took over the original store, Manganaro's Grosseria Italiano, a prosperous business that sold groceries and had a small sandwich counter in the back. James and Mario, the younger brothers, got the business next door, a budding sandwich shop called Manganaro's Hero Boy. Both businesses were given the right to use the Manganaro name, but relations between them quickly soured. By the early 1960's the two sides had stopped speaking, and since then a trail of litigation has kept the feud alive.
These days, the owners express their rancor through telephone directory one-upmanship. Together the stores have two phone numbers but 10 listings under variations of the Manganaro name -- and, in the Grosseria's case, through signs.
"Hero Boy is Not Affiliated with Us! -- Manganaro Foods," read placards inside and outside the old-style deli at No. 488, between 37th and 38th Streets.
James objects to the signs. "They're saying I'm not a Manganaro," he said, sitting behind the counter in the spacious, white-tiled establishment at Nos. 492 and 494 that he runs with his three sons. "I have just as much right as they do. We both got the name from the patriarchs in the family."
The stores locked horns in court in the 1980's, when Hero Boy sued the Grosseria for establishing a telephone line called "Manganaro's Hero Party Hotline" that sold six-foot and party hero sandwiches.
"By doing that, he bummed into my business," said James, asserting that in the 1960's and 1970's he spent considerable sums to promote his six-foot heroes, a sandwich he says Salvatore had hardly dabbled with until the 1980's.
But Salvatore strongly disagrees. In fact, he said, "We originated the six-foot sandwich." The court fights, which also focus on use of the Manganaro name and other issues, continue today. One of James's sons, Anthony Dell'Orto, says he can't recall ever speaking to Salvatore's daughters, though they grew up side by side.
"In pictures of my christening, some of my cousins are there and I don't even know who they are," he said, looking down the few feet of sidewalk toward his uncle's store. Has he ever said hi to them? "No, not really," he said, shrugging.
Apple's official position may be that it's "OS Ten," but Apple is wrong. Every other instance I can think of of using a roman numeral after a name is ordinal, not cardinal, e.g. Henry V is not "Henry Five," it's "Henry the Fifth." It's not "OS the Tenth", so it makes more sense for it to be "OS X," like "Malcolm X."
Come to think of it, there is one sort-of exception: The World Wars are often suffixed with roman numerals, but that's hardly official -- I see them written with arabic numerals just as often.
I haven't read the actual text of the bill, so this might be an error in Securityfocus' reporting, but I'm awfully curious as to what the hell "politically-motivated manslaughter" might be. Accidentally decapitating someone with a protest placard?
Depends on the professor, I guess. I went to a very liberal institution and that shit would not have flown with any of mine. (The prohibition against splitting infinitives has been largely dropped nowadays, not out of grammatical lassitude, but because it was inappropriately carried over from Latin to begin with, where an infinitive is a single word and is therefore impossible to split. Early "authorities" on the English language were for some reason fixated on mirroring Latin grammar. One suspects a lingering inferiority complex.)
It should be a fair assumption that by the time you get to college you already know your grammar, having learned it in what used to be called GRAMMAR SCHOOL.
Of course, "should be" is quite a ways apart from "is."
elefantstn was probably interpreting the red numbers outside the short bars as negative, since that's how they're often displayed on an accounting spreadsheet. The color of the short bars themselves doesn't help, either: color differences should be used to convey information.
Take a look at the Edward Tufte books, particularly The Visual Display of Quantitative Information.
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You miss the point. Drag racing is a purer test of the car itself. Once you start cornering, it becomes a test of the driver. Juan Montoya could probably outdrive any one of us on a road course even if we were in his FW23 and he were in that '93 Prelude or that Chevette.
Federal laws are very strict about the legality of recording telephone conversations. If both parties do not agree to the recording, the person doing the recording is commiting a crime.
Obviously YANAL. Federal law requires the consent of only one party to the conversation, and Federal law has limited application to intra-state calls. State laws vary. Most states (including Oklahoma) require only one-party consent. First Google result for "telephone recording law."
The last time I checked, U.S. citizens weren't subject to Russian laws.
All other aspects of the Dmitri case aside, this is simply untrue. If the U.S. citizen is in Russia, he certainly is subject to their laws. Now,whether presenting a paper on decryption is "trafficking" is another matter, but Gross tossing out nonsense like that won't help the cause any.
I swear to god, if I was one of these eccentric billionaires, I would put my fun money towards building an enormous rigid airship instead of these sissy aluminum foil looking fly-around-the-world-in-a-balloon projects. I mean, who gives a shit about recreating 18th century technology (but much more visually boring) to do some Society for Creative Anachronism mission the biggest achievement of which is using your corporate muscle to secure right-of-passage through hostile airspace because if you don't catch the autumn jetstream you're fucked? Fuck that shit. These so-called anomalistic Richard Branson types haven't got even the imagination of a marketing exec. Stop wasting your whimsical millions on boring non-telegenic bullshit. I'll show you how it's done: Biggest zeppelin ever, and not plastered with a bunch of stupid ads for stupid shit. Just a plain grey floating aerolith the size of three Nimitzes. It wouldn't appear at such predictable events such as the Super Bowl or the Great Hasidic Chinatown Traffic Jam of 2003 (which, inconvenient as it was at the time, wound up leading to major breakthroughs in game theory, chaos theory, metatheology, and Cargo-Van-Fu), but rather as a massively imposing spirit borne upon the winds of change. Once the shadow of the rigid airship was nothing more or less than an implacable signifier of Empire; soon -- very soon -- it shall transcend such primitive jingoistic motivations to become a constant reminder of how much better an inconceivably wealthy person I would be compared to all these Donald Trump dipshits we've got polluting our worthy meritocratic ideal today. Believe you me, the first ones up against the wall... no, scratch that. Don't put holes in a perfectly good wall. As a matter of fact, someone loaded that brass shell casing with skill and love and care -- it would be an insult to their craftsmanship to waste it on those shitheads. Let's just let the masses have at them with the homemade machetes that look so crude yet perform so effectively. You're next, Giuliani.
Film and processing can cost half a billion dollars. There's no limit to how much you can spend on it.
35mm color negative stock is roughly 50/foot. Processing, including workprints, cleaning, video dailies, etc., about the same. So $1/foot. Figure 100 ft/minute (actually, running time is minutes=footage/93.48, but close enough) that's 9000 feet of film for 1.5 hr feature. Of course, you shoot a lot more than you use; 5:1 isn't unheard-of, but let's be generous and say 10:1.
That's $90,000 for a feature's worth of 35mm stock and processing, without being stingy. To lend some perspective: Renting the camera body alone is about $600/day, not including lenses, magazines, batteries, tripod, heads,and about $1000/day worth of other shit. For a five-week shoot that's $50,000 just to be able to use the film.
Five weeks feeding a cast & crew of 50 is almost $20,000 not including craft service (snack table -- believe me, it's not a luxury.)
Point is, if the difference between $500,000 and $600,000 is all that's keeping you from making your movie, you're a lot better off raising that difference than trying to save money by shooting DV. Hell, you're better off shooting 16mm -- if you're being cheap all around, your sets & lighting aren't exactly going to benefit from 35's higher resolution.
It's true that digital is a hell of a lot cheaper than film, but if your budget is such that the film costs are a hindrance, you probably don't have enough money to mount a decent production anyway.
Not to say that it's impossible to make a good movie very cheaply, but even on an indie feature, paying and feeding the cast and crew ought to be costing at least an order of magnitude more than the film stock and processing. Then there's camera rental, lighting & grip package, prop rental, location fees... Sure, you can "do without" a lot of it, but the more you skimp on that shit, the less leeway you have to make the movie you want. Skimp too much and it's like trying to do the Sistine Chapel with crayons.
Digital's big advantage is in shooting documentaries -- you don't have to stop to reload all the time, and if you're out in the middle of nowhere you don't have to lug around a lot of film cans or worry about them getting exposed.
Whoa there. Not all films are shot with anamorphic lenses. Many are, maybe even most (although I think that's pushing it (no pun intended)), but many are shot with spherical lenses and printed anamorphically. (Spherical lenses tend to be faster and have greater depth of field.) Often the film is simply masked in printing to give a wider aspect ratio.
Lastly, 65mm is shot at anywhere from 2.20:1 to 2.76:1, which is a lot wider than 16X9, but hardly anyone shoots 65mm anymore. The last one I recall was Far and Away.
That wasn't flint, that was obsidian, a volcanic glass which can hold a very sharp edge. I seem to recall that someone manufactures surgical scalpels with obsidian blades.
Not that I'm a gung-ho pro-Gulf War yahoo or anything, but in point of fact, friendly fire did not kill more US soldiers than the Iraqis did. Off the top of my head, we had 168 KIAs during Desert Storm. Something like 45 of those were friendly fire incidents. Based on my estimation of the accuracy of my own markedly non-eidetic memory, I'd give both those figures a margin of error of, oh, let's say... plus or minus 5. (too lazy to look up the code for the plus-or-minus glyph) Anyway, those numbers do not take into account US personnel killed in jeep accidents and such during the Desert Shield prelude, which I do not have numbers for. Regardless, those casualties would not be classified as friendly fire, but as accidents.
This is in no way intended to justify or validate any aspect of the Gulf War, but whatever your POV, it doesn't do anybody any good to misrepresent verifiable facts.
BTW, the death toll of the underequipped, marginally trained, unmotivated, grossly outclassed Iraqi conscripts[1] is not and will never be known. Most estimates put it at anywhere between 50,000 and 100,000. Not a bad kill ratio. And not to say hanging out in the fucking desert for several months with sand in your teeth and you can't even put up a Christmas wreath or a Playboy pinup so as not to putatively offend the delicate religious sensibilities of the local obscenely wealthy oil barons whose interests you are putting your very life on the line to protect is a cakewalk, but it's a far far cry -- to say the least -- from the jungles of Vietnam or the beaches of Normandy or the trenches of Ardennes or even the oft-overlooked Korean peninsula. Don't conflate the achievements and sacrifices and experiences of all combat veterans into one grey undifferentiated exalted blob. Not that you would, but still. Observing that, say, Tibbets != Rickenbacker doesn't neccesarily imply that Tibbets is somehow not? For real, I know there's a word for it and I can't for the life of me dredge it out of the stinking sewer of my mind... Please email ludwig@drunkenbastards.com if you have a likely candidate word. Thank you kindly, much appreciated.
[1] Yeah, I know they weren't all forced into service, but the volunteers were a small enough percentage as to be statistically insignificant. If anything, the advantage the more skilled Iraqi soldiers had was to know to surrender to TV crews in broad daylight instead of trying to surrender to tweaked-out trigger-happy companies of armored cavalry misinterpreting the subtle nuances of the universal gesture of "Please don't kill me!" through some low-res nightvision scopes (courtesy of the lowest bidder.) But hey, as long as a few Kuwaiti zillionaire sheiks got their villas back, it was all worth it. We were acting from out ingrained American sense of justice and ethics and that type of stuff. The same type of stuff that somehow proved much less compelling when the victimized parties in question don't happen to have any money or exploitable natural resources or anything... Fuck, I mean, are you seriously proposing to send our own towheaded God-fearing cornfed American boys out to some whole other frickin' continent to possibly get maimed or even killed to keep a bunch of Rwandan jungle bunnies from hacking each other up with machetes, most of which don't even seem to have handles for chrissakes? And what exactly is in it for us? Aren't we kinda always goin on about how there's too many goddamn people in Africa anyway? And now when they take it upon themselves to reduce their own population and possibly ameliorate their whole problem with the not having enough food and all, we're supposed to go prevent them from doing this? I'm sorry, I'm a little slow and haven't really been able to follow this train of thought. Let me see if I've got this straight: You want our sons to go to their violent deaths in an uncomfortably humid environment in order to ensure continuing overpopulation ["of niggers, no less!" some peanut gallery in the back chimes in] in an already resource-stressed area, and all you can come up with by way of justification is "ethical responsibility?" I've gotta tell ya, I'm really leaning pretty heavily towards "NO" on this one. If you had something a little more concrete, a little more tangible, y'know, like making a gallon of gas fifteen cents cheaper, or something... Keeping the textile mill from leaving town for old Mexico... something. Because the "moral responsibility stuff... To be perfectly honest, I really try to get that out of the way Sunday mornings. What, you think I'm groovin on the rousing chorus of "Onward, Christian Soldiers"? Please. It's like Price Club -- you get your next three months' worth of mayonnaise or whatever, all at once, plus you save a metric assload of money buying in bulk... You get all the, I dunno, prayerful reflection and shit done in one big chunk and then you don't have to worry about it for the rest of the week. I heard the Catholics can even do whatever the fuck they want all week, y'know, fuck the babysitter, do a little crank, kill the neighbor's yapping little psycho dachshund, drive around real fast, rent a porno, anything, and then once a week they go tell a priest about whatever fucked-up shit they did, and the priest goes like "Say the Lord's Prayer ten times" or something and they're clear! In the black! And the priest is even behind a screen or a veil or something so you don't have to even deal with observing his reaction, like when you go to a store to get some beer or whatever and you're paying for it and you pull out a rolled-up bill that you hafta unroll in front of the cashier and he gives you this evil eye like "you fucking lowlife scumbag coke fiend" and with him it's like Hey, aren't you supposed to be professional or something? Where in your official 7-11 job responsibilities pamphlet is the part about passing judgement on your PAYING CUSTOMERS who just need a coupla more beers to get back down offa there and maybe catch some z's or at least lie restfully in bed though technically still "awake" but I heard scientists say that's almost as good as actually sleeping, if you can just chill and relax quietly and also whatever you're watching on TV probably shouldn't be too exciting, like watch a cooking show or some nature documentary instead of MTV or the NHRA Summernationals or worst of all a pay-per-view wrestling event because then you'll not only be hopped up but your bank account will be like thirty bucks lighter too and believe me, you will be kicking yourself in the head as hard as possible later on. Stick with the nature stuff. Animals are cute, and also they often do really violent shit to each other, but nonetheless it's somehow relaxing when they do it. Whereas when you're watching a bouncer bang some drunkard's head against the side of a truck it's not really relaxing at all -- I mean, it can be what you'd call satisfying, but it's by no stretch a mellow spectacle. It angries up the blood. Oh, yeah, also, with the nature documentaries, stick with, like, mammals and reptiles and fish and birds. Basically, stay away from the arthropods, because you know those bugs all over your skin that you were drinking to get rid of in the first place? If you watch some insect thing, they'll be back in full force like that.
Another good thing to watch is the home improvement shows. Not the crappy sitcom where the crappy stand-up comedian acts like a fucking dick to everyone around him and somehow thinks having a crappy local public access show makes him a celebrity or something and all his kids are dickwads too, even the one who when he was younger was kinda sarcastic and funny but he did a Tina Yothers and had that real unfortunate "awkward phase" and came out of it looking all puffy and weird and not anywhere near as telegenic as he used to be before puberty. You know what I'm talking about. Anyway, the shows in question are like what the quality-bereft sitcom is making fun of -- This Old House, New Yankee Workshop, that sort of thing. I don't know the details of exactly what went on with Bob Vila getting fired for "conflict of interest" or something because he did some commercials for Sears Craftsman or something, but whatever. He had kind of a dickwad vibe himself. Ooh, almost forgot -- the absolute King of Soothing TV is the late Bob Ross. Yeah, okay, kinda banal finished products art-wise, but I learned a lot of little tricks from him. How to do a pine tree without doing each needle individually, things like that. Who'da thunk you could use the fan brush in so many ways?
And his voice has sorta the same hypnotic effect as Bhagwan Shree Ragneesh's. "These aren't the droids you're looking for."
This guy was a regular customer who'd been signing the same rental agreement for ages. You don't go rereading the whole damn thing every time just in case the company decides to suddenly add a clause without mentioning it. Do you insist on always reading the entirety of whatever it is you're signing for the FedEx guy?
Anyway, a contract alone is not legally binding without an understanding of the content by both parties. If you're illiterate and I get you to sign a contract without explaining it to you, the contract is invalid.
Cutoff for US Navy enlistment is 34, but there are a lot of internal job-specific cutoffs younger than that. I think pilot is 26 and diver is 29, but then, most/. readers would probably be going into intelligence or engineering anyway. Not as much fun as getting to actually blow stuff up on purpose.
Your "mob rule" example, while a good one, works only on smaller scales. If Bob and Jim have a nigh-infinite number of other pickup basketball games to choose from where no one knows their reputations, there's much less incentive to act in a nonselfish way. Get banned from one Quake server and there are still ten thousand more left to play on.
Of course, part of the reason people play games like street basketball isn't just to win at any cost or rack up their personal statistics, it's to be part of a little community, with all the social benefits & obligations that entails. There don't seem to be many comparable online gaming "neighborhoods" based on anything but wanting to play the same game. Within the set of, say, Quake CTF players, there's nothing to delineate games for casual players blowing off steam after work from those for unpleasant autotaunting 14 year olds who play for six hours a day.
I don't know how to fix this; server descriptions don't keep anyone from joining a newbie server and being an asshole, and password-protected servers will keep out too much traffic you might otherwise welcome. More hands-on administrator involvement would be expensive for centralized-server games, and people running their own game servers don't usually seem to care what goes on when they're not playing.
When did all these moms start misspelling the name "Brittany," and why? I guess it doesn't sound as illiterate as "Anfernee," but isn't there someone at the birth-certificate place who should be pointing out spelling errors?
How does a flawed article in Feed have anything to do with the quality of Suck? Or did you just want the chance to repeat that clever "Suck sucks" phrase?
Yeah, but if they go bankrupt and are forced to sell the parking lot, they can have your car towed somewhere else if you don't show up to retrieve it after they give you notice.
You're responding to a nonexistent argument; Slashdot mental cases aside, I don't think anyone is seriously making the argument that by storing data on a free server you assign copyright and ownership of that data to the owner of the server. And there's almost certainly an ass-covering clause in each and every ASP's click-through TOS releasing them from even the hypothetical parking-lot owner's level of responsibility.
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Come to think of it, there is one sort-of exception: The World Wars are often suffixed with roman numerals, but that's hardly official -- I see them written with arabic numerals just as often.
I haven't read the actual text of the bill, so this might be an error in Securityfocus' reporting, but I'm awfully curious as to what the hell "politically-motivated manslaughter" might be. Accidentally decapitating someone with a protest placard?
Depends on the professor, I guess. I went to a very liberal institution and that shit would not have flown with any of mine. (The prohibition against splitting infinitives has been largely dropped nowadays, not out of grammatical lassitude, but because it was inappropriately carried over from Latin to begin with, where an infinitive is a single word and is therefore impossible to split. Early "authorities" on the English language were for some reason fixated on mirroring Latin grammar. One suspects a lingering inferiority complex.)
Of course, "should be" is quite a ways apart from "is."
Take a look at the Edward Tufte books, particularly The Visual Display of Quantitative Information.
You miss the point. Drag racing is a purer test of the car itself. Once you start cornering, it becomes a test of the driver. Juan Montoya could probably outdrive any one of us on a road course even if we were in his FW23 and he were in that '93 Prelude or that Chevette.
Obviously YANAL. Federal law requires the consent of only one party to the conversation, and Federal law has limited application to intra-state calls. State laws vary. Most states (including Oklahoma) require only one-party consent.
First Google result for "telephone recording law."
All other aspects of the Dmitri case aside, this is simply untrue. If the U.S. citizen is in Russia, he certainly is subject to their laws. Now,whether presenting a paper on decryption is "trafficking" is another matter, but Gross tossing out nonsense like that won't help the cause any.
I swear to god, if I was one of these eccentric billionaires, I would put my fun money towards building an enormous rigid airship instead of these sissy aluminum foil looking fly-around-the-world-in-a-balloon projects. I mean, who gives a shit about recreating 18th century technology (but much more visually boring) to do some Society for Creative Anachronism mission the biggest achievement of which is using your corporate muscle to secure right-of-passage through hostile airspace because if you don't catch the autumn jetstream you're fucked? Fuck that shit. These so-called anomalistic Richard Branson types haven't got even the imagination of a marketing exec. Stop wasting your whimsical millions on boring non-telegenic bullshit. I'll show you how it's done: Biggest zeppelin ever, and not plastered with a bunch of stupid ads for stupid shit. Just a plain grey floating aerolith the size of three Nimitzes. It wouldn't appear at such predictable events such as the Super Bowl or the Great Hasidic Chinatown Traffic Jam of 2003 (which, inconvenient as it was at the time, wound up leading to major breakthroughs in game theory, chaos theory, metatheology, and Cargo-Van-Fu), but rather as a massively imposing spirit borne upon the winds of change. Once the shadow of the rigid airship was nothing more or less than an implacable signifier of Empire; soon -- very soon -- it shall transcend such primitive jingoistic motivations to become a constant reminder of how much better an inconceivably wealthy person I would be compared to all these Donald Trump dipshits we've got polluting our worthy meritocratic ideal today. Believe you me, the first ones up against the wall... no, scratch that. Don't put holes in a perfectly good wall. As a matter of fact, someone loaded that brass shell casing with skill and love and care -- it would be an insult to their craftsmanship to waste it on those shitheads. Let's just let the masses have at them with the homemade machetes that look so crude yet perform so effectively. You're next, Giuliani.
35mm color negative stock is roughly 50/foot. Processing, including workprints, cleaning, video dailies, etc., about the same. So $1/foot. Figure 100 ft/minute (actually, running time is minutes=footage/93.48, but close enough) that's 9000 feet of film for 1.5 hr feature. Of course, you shoot a lot more than you use; 5:1 isn't unheard-of, but let's be generous and say 10:1.
That's $90,000 for a feature's worth of 35mm stock and processing, without being stingy. To lend some perspective: Renting the camera body alone is about $600/day, not including lenses, magazines, batteries, tripod, heads,and about $1000/day worth of other shit. For a five-week shoot that's $50,000 just to be able to use the film.
Five weeks feeding a cast & crew of 50 is almost $20,000 not including craft service (snack table -- believe me, it's not a luxury.)
Point is, if the difference between $500,000 and $600,000 is all that's keeping you from making your movie, you're a lot better off raising that difference than trying to save money by shooting DV. Hell, you're better off shooting 16mm -- if you're being cheap all around, your sets & lighting aren't exactly going to benefit from 35's higher resolution.
Not to say that it's impossible to make a good movie very cheaply, but even on an indie feature, paying and feeding the cast and crew ought to be costing at least an order of magnitude more than the film stock and processing. Then there's camera rental, lighting & grip package, prop rental, location fees... Sure, you can "do without" a lot of it, but the more you skimp on that shit, the less leeway you have to make the movie you want. Skimp too much and it's like trying to do the Sistine Chapel with crayons.
Digital's big advantage is in shooting documentaries -- you don't have to stop to reload all the time, and if you're out in the middle of nowhere you don't have to lug around a lot of film cans or worry about them getting exposed.
Lastly, 65mm is shot at anywhere from 2.20:1 to 2.76:1, which is a lot wider than 16X9, but hardly anyone shoots 65mm anymore. The last one I recall was Far and Away.
Good point in the second paragraph, which also applies to advertising.
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OTOH, please don't use words when you don't have the slightest idea what they mean.
From Merriam-Webster Collegiate:
Main Entry: re.ac.tion.ary
Pronunciation: rE-'ak-sh&-"ner-E
Function: adjective
Date: 1840
: relating to, marked by, or favoring reaction; especially : ultraconservative in politics
- reactionary noun
- re.ac.tion.ary.ism
That wasn't flint, that was obsidian, a volcanic glass which can hold a very sharp edge. I seem to recall that someone manufactures surgical scalpels with obsidian blades.
Anyway, those numbers do not take into account US personnel killed in jeep accidents and such during the Desert Shield prelude, which I do not have numbers for. Regardless, those casualties would not be classified as friendly fire, but as accidents.
This is in no way intended to justify or validate any aspect of the Gulf War, but whatever your POV, it doesn't do anybody any good to misrepresent verifiable facts.
BTW, the death toll of the underequipped, marginally trained, unmotivated, grossly outclassed Iraqi conscripts[1] is not and will never be known. Most estimates put it at anywhere between 50,000 and 100,000. Not a bad kill ratio. And not to say hanging out in the fucking desert for several months with sand in your teeth and you can't even put up a Christmas wreath or a Playboy pinup so as not to putatively offend the delicate religious sensibilities of the local obscenely wealthy oil barons whose interests you are putting your very life on the line to protect is a cakewalk, but it's a far far cry -- to say the least -- from the jungles of Vietnam or the beaches of Normandy or the trenches of Ardennes or even the oft-overlooked Korean peninsula. Don't conflate the achievements and sacrifices and experiences of all combat veterans into one grey undifferentiated exalted blob. Not that you would, but still. Observing that, say, Tibbets != Rickenbacker doesn't neccesarily imply that Tibbets is somehow not? For real, I know there's a word for it and I can't for the life of me dredge it out of the stinking sewer of my mind... Please email ludwig@drunkenbastards.com if you have a likely candidate word. Thank you kindly, much appreciated.
[1] Yeah, I know they weren't all forced into service, but the volunteers were a small enough percentage as to be statistically insignificant. If anything, the advantage the more skilled Iraqi soldiers had was to know to surrender to TV crews in broad daylight instead of trying to surrender to tweaked-out trigger-happy companies of armored cavalry misinterpreting the subtle nuances of the universal gesture of "Please don't kill me!" through some low-res nightvision scopes (courtesy of the lowest bidder.) But hey, as long as a few Kuwaiti zillionaire sheiks got their villas back, it was all worth it. We were acting from out ingrained American sense of justice and ethics and that type of stuff. The same type of stuff that somehow proved much less compelling when the victimized parties in question don't happen to have any money or exploitable natural resources or anything... Fuck, I mean, are you seriously proposing to send our own towheaded God-fearing cornfed American boys out to some whole other frickin' continent to possibly get maimed or even killed to keep a bunch of Rwandan jungle bunnies from hacking each other up with machetes, most of which don't even seem to have handles for chrissakes? And what exactly is in it for us? Aren't we kinda always goin on about how there's too many goddamn people in Africa anyway? And now when they take it upon themselves to reduce their own population and possibly ameliorate their whole problem with the not having enough food and all, we're supposed to go prevent them from doing this? I'm sorry, I'm a little slow and haven't really been able to follow this train of thought. Let me see if I've got this straight: You want our sons to go to their violent deaths in an uncomfortably humid environment in order to ensure continuing overpopulation ["of niggers, no less!" some peanut gallery in the back chimes in] in an already resource-stressed area, and all you can come up with by way of justification is "ethical responsibility?" I've gotta tell ya, I'm really leaning pretty heavily towards "NO" on this one. If you had something a little more concrete, a little more tangible, y'know, like making a gallon of gas fifteen cents cheaper, or something... Keeping the textile mill from leaving town for old Mexico... something. Because the "moral responsibility stuff... To be perfectly honest, I really try to get that out of the way Sunday mornings. What, you think I'm groovin on the rousing chorus of "Onward, Christian Soldiers"? Please. It's like Price Club -- you get your next three months' worth of mayonnaise or whatever, all at once, plus you save a metric assload of money buying in bulk... You get all the, I dunno, prayerful reflection and shit done in one big chunk and then you don't have to worry about it for the rest of the week. I heard the Catholics can even do whatever the fuck they want all week, y'know, fuck the babysitter, do a little crank, kill the neighbor's yapping little psycho dachshund, drive around real fast, rent a porno, anything, and then once a week they go tell a priest about whatever fucked-up shit they did, and the priest goes like "Say the Lord's Prayer ten times" or something and they're clear! In the black! And the priest is even behind a screen or a veil or something so you don't have to even deal with observing his reaction, like when you go to a store to get some beer or whatever and you're paying for it and you pull out a rolled-up bill that you hafta unroll in front of the cashier and he gives you this evil eye like "you fucking lowlife scumbag coke fiend" and with him it's like Hey, aren't you supposed to be professional or something? Where in your official 7-11 job responsibilities pamphlet is the part about passing judgement on your PAYING CUSTOMERS who just need a coupla more beers to get back down offa there and maybe catch some z's or at least lie restfully in bed though technically still "awake" but I heard scientists say that's almost as good as actually sleeping, if you can just chill and relax quietly and also whatever you're watching on TV probably shouldn't be too exciting, like watch a cooking show or some nature documentary instead of MTV or the NHRA Summernationals or worst of all a pay-per-view wrestling event because then you'll not only be hopped up but your bank account will be like thirty bucks lighter too and believe me, you will be kicking yourself in the head as hard as possible later on. Stick with the nature stuff. Animals are cute, and also they often do really violent shit to each other, but nonetheless it's somehow relaxing when they do it. Whereas when you're watching a bouncer bang some drunkard's head against the side of a truck it's not really relaxing at all -- I mean, it can be what you'd call satisfying, but it's by no stretch a mellow spectacle. It angries up the blood. Oh, yeah, also, with the nature documentaries, stick with, like, mammals and reptiles and fish and birds. Basically, stay away from the arthropods, because you know those bugs all over your skin that you were drinking to get rid of in the first place? If you watch some insect thing, they'll be back in full force like that.
Another good thing to watch is the home improvement shows. Not the crappy sitcom where the crappy stand-up comedian acts like a fucking dick to everyone around him and somehow thinks having a crappy local public access show makes him a celebrity or something and all his kids are dickwads too, even the one who when he was younger was kinda sarcastic and funny but he did a Tina Yothers and had that real unfortunate "awkward phase" and came out of it looking all puffy and weird and not anywhere near as telegenic as he used to be before puberty. You know what I'm talking about. Anyway, the shows in question are like what the quality-bereft sitcom is making fun of -- This Old House, New Yankee Workshop, that sort of thing. I don't know the details of exactly what went on with Bob Vila getting fired for "conflict of interest" or something because he did some commercials for Sears Craftsman or something, but whatever. He had kind of a dickwad vibe himself. Ooh, almost forgot -- the absolute King of Soothing TV is the late Bob Ross. Yeah, okay, kinda banal finished products art-wise, but I learned a lot of little tricks from him. How to do a pine tree without doing each needle individually, things like that. Who'da thunk you could use the fan brush in so many ways?
And his voice has sorta the same hypnotic effect as Bhagwan Shree Ragneesh's. "These aren't the droids you're looking for."
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That's a tautology of sorts. They'd be charging the guy for the costs involved in charging him.
Anyway, a contract alone is not legally binding without an understanding of the content by both parties. If you're illiterate and I get you to sign a contract without explaining it to you, the contract is invalid.
Cutoff for US Navy enlistment is 34, but there are a lot of internal job-specific cutoffs younger than that. I think pilot is 26 and diver is 29, but then, most /. readers would probably be going into intelligence or engineering anyway. Not as much fun as getting to actually blow stuff up on purpose.
Did DC ever release the USB CueCat they had supposedly planned?
Of course, part of the reason people play games like street basketball isn't just to win at any cost or rack up their personal statistics, it's to be part of a little community, with all the social benefits & obligations that entails. There don't seem to be many comparable online gaming "neighborhoods" based on anything but wanting to play the same game. Within the set of, say, Quake CTF players, there's nothing to delineate games for casual players blowing off steam after work from those for unpleasant autotaunting 14 year olds who play for six hours a day.
I don't know how to fix this; server descriptions don't keep anyone from joining a newbie server and being an asshole, and password-protected servers will keep out too much traffic you might otherwise welcome. More hands-on administrator involvement would be expensive for centralized-server games, and people running their own game servers don't usually seem to care what goes on when they're not playing.
Yahoo uses Google as its search engine, adding the categorized listings that Yahoo grew out of in the first place.
When did all these moms start misspelling the name "Brittany," and why? I guess it doesn't sound as illiterate as "Anfernee," but isn't there someone at the birth-certificate place who should be pointing out spelling errors?
How does a flawed article in Feed have anything to do with the quality of Suck? Or did you just want the chance to repeat that clever "Suck sucks" phrase?
You're responding to a nonexistent argument; Slashdot mental cases aside, I don't think anyone is seriously making the argument that by storing data on a free server you assign copyright and ownership of that data to the owner of the server. And there's almost certainly an ass-covering clause in each and every ASP's click-through TOS releasing them from even the hypothetical parking-lot owner's level of responsibility.