Just to clarify, the spill wants to let everyone know that the water is very cold and so a little shrinkage is to be expected. But it's all man, it assures us.
I'm kind of ashamed to admit that I read the Wargames novelization back in the day (yes, I am a nerd--why do you think I'm on/.). I remember in the book (presumably based on an earlier draft of the screenplay), the password was "Joshua5" (the kid's name and age). In the movie, it was simplified to just "Joshua." "Joshua5" is still not the most secure password in the world, but at least it adds an extra numeric character.
I also love it when terrorists are kind enough to color-code their wires to a standard and go to the trouble of attaching a big red countdown clock on their bombs. Very sportsmanlike of them.
Mercifully, I had never heard of that. Looks like one of those made-for-Syfy movies, only this one doesn't even have the common decency to include Bruce Campbell and a giant killer animal or insect. Matthew Broderick must be spinning in his grave.
In Terminator 3, the Terminator T-X is able to take over complete control of automobiles simply by sending a virus to their onboard computers. Forget that none of these cars (most of them older ones at that) have any way for the onboard computer to access steering, acceleration or brakes; the real kicker is when the movie shows one of them actually shifting into gear on its own. And not ONE of them was even a Toyota!
And, on the opposite side, I would like to recognize the movie "Wargames." It wasn't perfect (the AI is certainly exagerrated), but it's definitely one of the most realistic computer films to ever come out of Hollywood. If they remade that today, they would probably show Joshua blowing up buildings and sending robotic minions after David. As it is, Wargames makes a simple ringing phone and a countdown clock way more suspenseful than anything ever produced with CGI special effects. Kudos to John Badham for getting away with making a movie that's pretty thoughtful and low-key--and just a year after Tron showed us how evil programs can suck you into the digital world with a laser, no less.
Apartment doesn't face south, and I don't have a balcony anyway.
"Or wireless."
None in my area.
"Or form a neighborhood Internet co-op."
I suppose that's possible, assuming my apartment is okay with me running new wiring and punching holes in the walls.
"Or get your own leased line."
For only a few hundred $ a month.
"Or VPN past your ISP's traffic shaping."
VPN to what? I suppose there are some open servers out there, but there is nothing to stop my ISP from blocking all the list sites to (they do this at work pretty effectively).
I just thank God and Ronald Reagan that we had the common sense to deregulate the banking and finance sectors over the last thirty years. God knows what kind of socialist nightmare we'd be in now if we hadn't done that. We'd probably all be praying to Castro and drinking vodka or something.
Now Comcast gets to decide what websites I can visit and at what speed. Or, alternately, I can go to the one other alternative I have (AT&T) and let THEM decide what websites I can visit and at what speed.
There are always jobs available for ex-cons in carnival operations and commercial fishing.
Seriously, there are some ex-cons who turn their lives around and do deserve a second chance. For them, they face the tough road of taking crap work for several years until they can put some distance between themselves and their crime, and show that they've truly went straight (can take as long as ten years or more for many employers to recognize that you're clearly not a criminal anymore).
But it's been my experience that most criminals *remain* criminals (especially the serious ones), in or out of prison. Their brief periods of freedom are just interludes before the cops catch them for some new theft/robbery/drug deal/gang hit/etc. and send them right back in.
I picture a bank-robber walking into the bank he robbed and asking for a job as a guard by saying "Hey, who knows more about robbing this bank than me, right?"
We used to call these "criminal impostors" back in the day. If a thief, masquerading to be a cop, pulled you over and then stole your wallet, would you call it "pretexting"?
H.264 is perfectly open-source, but patent encumbered.
That's a pretty trivial distinction if you're Mozilla and you're trying to build a free browser to support it. What does it matter how open it is if they can't afford to pay to use it?
Asteroids, smashteroids! The most important aspect of your post is the revelation that water can be easily used as fuel. Forget asteroids, let's convert some of these useless oceans here to power my car and house.
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Just tell it to stay the hell away from the moon. That's WHALE turf now.
I thought we were talking about English speakers here.
Just to clarify, the spill wants to let everyone know that the water is very cold and so a little shrinkage is to be expected. But it's all man, it assures us.
But I've only had 12 years to get used to the original.
Not if you got Ash, baby...not if you got Ash.
He's married to Sarah Jessica Parker. That means at least his soul is dead.
I'm kind of ashamed to admit that I read the Wargames novelization back in the day (yes, I am a nerd--why do you think I'm on /.). I remember in the book (presumably based on an earlier draft of the screenplay), the password was "Joshua5" (the kid's name and age). In the movie, it was simplified to just "Joshua." "Joshua5" is still not the most secure password in the world, but at least it adds an extra numeric character.
I also love it when terrorists are kind enough to color-code their wires to a standard and go to the trouble of attaching a big red countdown clock on their bombs. Very sportsmanlike of them.
Mercifully, I had never heard of that. Looks like one of those made-for-Syfy movies, only this one doesn't even have the common decency to include Bruce Campbell and a giant killer animal or insect. Matthew Broderick must be spinning in his grave.
I guess she was able to send up some servos to control the steering, gearshift, and pedals too.
In Terminator 3, the Terminator T-X is able to take over complete control of automobiles simply by sending a virus to their onboard computers. Forget that none of these cars (most of them older ones at that) have any way for the onboard computer to access steering, acceleration or brakes; the real kicker is when the movie shows one of them actually shifting into gear on its own. And not ONE of them was even a Toyota!
And, on the opposite side, I would like to recognize the movie "Wargames." It wasn't perfect (the AI is certainly exagerrated), but it's definitely one of the most realistic computer films to ever come out of Hollywood. If they remade that today, they would probably show Joshua blowing up buildings and sending robotic minions after David. As it is, Wargames makes a simple ringing phone and a countdown clock way more suspenseful than anything ever produced with CGI special effects. Kudos to John Badham for getting away with making a movie that's pretty thoughtful and low-key--and just a year after Tron showed us how evil programs can suck you into the digital world with a laser, no less.
"Or you could get satellite broadband."
Apartment doesn't face south, and I don't have a balcony anyway.
"Or wireless."
None in my area.
"Or form a neighborhood Internet co-op."
I suppose that's possible, assuming my apartment is okay with me running new wiring and punching holes in the walls.
"Or get your own leased line."
For only a few hundred $ a month.
"Or VPN past your ISP's traffic shaping."
VPN to what? I suppose there are some open servers out there, but there is nothing to stop my ISP from blocking all the list sites to (they do this at work pretty effectively).
I just thank God and Ronald Reagan that we had the common sense to deregulate the banking and finance sectors over the last thirty years. God knows what kind of socialist nightmare we'd be in now if we hadn't done that. We'd probably all be praying to Castro and drinking vodka or something.
If my drunk history is correct, he also predicted that Edison was a dick.
Now Comcast gets to decide what websites I can visit and at what speed. Or, alternately, I can go to the one other alternative I have (AT&T) and let THEM decide what websites I can visit and at what speed.
Those uniforms were awesome for the time.
There are always jobs available for ex-cons in carnival operations and commercial fishing.
Seriously, there are some ex-cons who turn their lives around and do deserve a second chance. For them, they face the tough road of taking crap work for several years until they can put some distance between themselves and their crime, and show that they've truly went straight (can take as long as ten years or more for many employers to recognize that you're clearly not a criminal anymore).
But it's been my experience that most criminals *remain* criminals (especially the serious ones), in or out of prison. Their brief periods of freedom are just interludes before the cops catch them for some new theft/robbery/drug deal/gang hit/etc. and send them right back in.
I picture a bank-robber walking into the bank he robbed and asking for a job as a guard by saying "Hey, who knows more about robbing this bank than me, right?"
Great now all we need is energy to heat it and then we can have energy!
No loops?!?!? What kind of communist heathen satan-worshiper would invent such a language?
We used to call these "criminal impostors" back in the day. If a thief, masquerading to be a cop, pulled you over and then stole your wallet, would you call it "pretexting"?
That's a pretty trivial distinction if you're Mozilla and you're trying to build a free browser to support it. What does it matter how open it is if they can't afford to pay to use it?
He's still got a page at Sourceforge, but he hasn't been updated in months and his developer stopped answering emails.
Asteroids, smashteroids! The most important aspect of your post is the revelation that water can be easily used as fuel. Forget asteroids, let's convert some of these useless oceans here to power my car and house.
Okay, time for your nap, Mr. Peters.