As consumerization of IT and self-service trends becomes part and parcel of everyone's work in the enterprise
This is stated as if it's an axiom. I'm not going to opine on whether it's true or not, since I'm not sure what the blinking heck it's supposed to mean.
But the whole article falls flat on its arse if its major premise turns out to be a load of old bollocks, don't you think?
Such mustaches were quite popular in the 1930s. My grandfather had one, and kept it all the way through WW2. Woe betide anyone who asked him why he had a Hitler mustache; he claimed he had it first, and therefore it was Hitler who had a my-grandad mustache, and without so much as a by-your-leave. Strong words would be in order when the British army got to Berlin...
Even today, there are plenty of crimes that you can be convicted of for only KNOWING it was happening. Sure you may not have killed that guy, but you were there, you saw it, and you did nothing to stop it. That's accessory to murder, conspiracy to murder and a whole bunch of other crimes.
Some licensing schemes with oracle can wind up costing companies almost a million dollars per year.
I think they can cost almost that much to administer. I once got involved in trying to work out how much the hell we owed them and it was huge PITA to just extract the stuff out of our sales system. This was partly our fault (we hadn't captured some of the relevant info before) but mainly theirs because we hadn't needed to under the simpler old method.
In fact it was mainly our management's fault. One, for agreeing to the change (though perhaps they didn't have much choice) and two, because they only informed IT 6 months later when they expected a spreadsheet full of the magic lovely numbers to miraculously fall from heaven.
An agreement between two parties doesn't exempt either of them from obligations to a third party.
Just think about it for a minute. Anybody could renege on a contract by forming another contract with that weird guy who goes through the bins at the bus station.
At the very least, there should be an option for desperate travelers (like myself, who was stuck in Europe for over a week after planning to be in that miserable continent for less than 3 hours
My grandfather once went to Frankfurt - it wasn't planned to land at all - and he ended up stuck there in rather low-grade accommodation till 1945. And that isn't what you colonial types quaintly refer to as quarter "till" eight, of the p.m.
When the ball goes under the coffee table, and the kid goes under to get it - you know exactly what is going to happen next. The kid is going to stand up, full speed, and bang the hell out of his head on the underside of the table.
Our 11 month old stays down flat like a commando under fire all the way through. On one hand, he can't stand yet. On the other hand, in his normal crawl his head is still too high to go under - but after biffing it once or twice he now keeps it down until he's clear of the other side.
BAM! followed by half an hour of crying.
Well, about three minutes, or until something bright and shiny catches his attention.
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This is stated as if it's an axiom. I'm not going to opine on whether it's true or not, since I'm not sure what the blinking heck it's supposed to mean.
But the whole article falls flat on its arse if its major premise turns out to be a load of old bollocks, don't you think?
Such mustaches were quite popular in the 1930s. My grandfather had one, and kept it all the way through WW2. Woe betide anyone who asked him why he had a Hitler mustache; he claimed he had it first, and therefore it was Hitler who had a my-grandad mustache, and without so much as a by-your-leave. Strong words would be in order when the British army got to Berlin...
One thing's sure, he certainly had it last.
In Soviet Russia, new mechatronic overlords welcome YOU!
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Make it pink and you'll sell millions.
I don't know what your job is, but I don't want it.
I think they can cost almost that much to administer. I once got involved in trying to work out how much the hell we owed them and it was huge PITA to just extract the stuff out of our sales system. This was partly our fault (we hadn't captured some of the relevant info before) but mainly theirs because we hadn't needed to under the simpler old method.
In fact it was mainly our management's fault. One, for agreeing to the change (though perhaps they didn't have much choice) and two, because they only informed IT 6 months later when they expected a spreadsheet full of the magic lovely numbers to miraculously fall from heaven.
It'd last about three weeks.
[Spanish accent]Kew? [/]
The cetacean population in the Bodensee has remained remarkably stable recently, so they must be doing something right.
An agreement between two parties doesn't exempt either of them from obligations to a third party. Just think about it for a minute. Anybody could renege on a contract by forming another contract with that weird guy who goes through the bins at the bus station.
Yeah. If only there was someway to check, in advance, whether your symbols work or not.
It hasn't even been called "British Petroleum" for a decade, and even when it was it was largely owned by ayrabs.
Flourine isn't, but flouride is.
Actually, his original money to fund the record label was made by VAT fraud.
My grandfather once went to Frankfurt - it wasn't planned to land at all - and he ended up stuck there in rather low-grade accommodation till 1945. And that isn't what you colonial types quaintly refer to as quarter "till" eight, of the p.m.
Or another laptop. He could probably pick one up with a damaged screen for next to nothing.
M Khan is bent?
Ah but these are nickles. Maybe that's part of the test.
Or mek it so evrbdy az 2 rte lyk dis.
s/people/kids today/
Sometimes I bookmark posts to respond to; seems I sometimes forget that I already did. Shit, that makes it three!
75 MBit/s? What's that in Libraries of Congress per decifortnight?
Our 11 month old stays down flat like a commando under fire all the way through. On one hand, he can't stand yet. On the other hand, in his normal crawl his head is still too high to go under - but after biffing it once or twice he now keeps it down until he's clear of the other side.
Well, about three minutes, or until something bright and shiny catches his attention.
They were all going to the toilet together?
Universities do degrees in being a thick pillock who doesn't know what year it is? Disgraceful. In my day, you had to go to a polytechnic for that.