This project was funded and subsequently faked by a large corporation that just took the money but never developed anything. The whole plot was uncovered by a secret government clandestine group led by their operative Remo Williams who had been recruited while he was a NYPD Officer. He was trained by a little Korean guy that looked like Joel Grey.
And Melinda gates is in the beard of directors of a newspaper??
I wonder what the directors' wifes think of Mrs. Gates playing around in their facial hair?
What if we just put a big sticker next to the crew door that says: Warning: The Surgeon General has determined that working for NASA and direct participation in space flight activities may be harmful to your health.
I don't need this. I currently have to endure the music of every little punk teenager within a 100 yard radius of my vehicle already. They're just using technology to do what over-amplification is already doing.
GTIrc had hooks in it for REXX scripts to handle inbound and outbound IRC commands. PMMail was REXX aware as well. I wrote some scripts for both of those way back in the OS/2 3.x and Warp days. It was my first dive into scripting languages and I found it to be very useful.
It's a fraudulent attempt by NASA to boost their budget.
Senator: So you're asking that we double the budget for your Mars mission next year?
Mr. Griffin: Yes sir. If you look at this image here you can clearly see two orbiters that are currently orbiting Mars doing important and vital scientific research.
Senator: Why are you only now asking for this budget increase when you've only needed funding for one of those orbiters?
Mr. Griffin: Well it was apparently an accounting oversight sir. We initially thought only one orbiter was sent to Mars but a slight clerical error was discovered and we now can see by this image that there's two. So we need additional funding to operate them both.
Don't know about Lotus, but PMMail which started as an OS/2 mail client and eventually got ported to Windows, sold to Blueprint Software Works, and is now effectively abandoned has been doing the auto complete for quite a few years. It auto-completes on the email address or the nickname you assign it. Nice feature, hardly new and/or innovative.
Nice idea, virtually impossible to implement. You get your "sufficiently large groups" and they may "act" as you want them too, but emotionally and at their core they are all in Group 2.
Some will be pricks, some will be nice. Some will try to lead, others be content to follow. Some will participate in the experiment at every opportunity, others will try to exclude themselves from the whole thing. No matter what, we're all in group 2 whether we like it or not.
In a slightly different implementation this was done in "Realtime Interrupt" by James P Hogan. But in the book getting to the olfactory area of the brain was very difficult since it's much higher in the brain and harder to focus the incoming signal.
I help out the players on the local minor league hockey team here in Biloxi. I've let all the guys on the team know that they can come ask me questions and get me to help them with their computers. It's mostly just general maintenance on their computers. Cleaning up the filesystem, getting rid of spyware and adware and trying to prevent new infections of the same.
These guys are athletes, most of them just want to surf the web and do email so some of them are nowhere near computer literate. And they all seem to genuinely appreciate the help I provide. Sometimes I wish I got paid for it, but I do it because they play for the team that I support, so it's my way of giving back to them.
In the Orwellian future your passport hacks your forehead!
This project was funded and subsequently faked by a large corporation that just took the money but never developed anything. The whole plot was uncovered by a secret government clandestine group led by their operative Remo Williams who had been recruited while he was a NYPD Officer. He was trained by a little Korean guy that looked like Joel Grey.
I thought Emacs was a religion.
Now that's the most appropriate sentiment I've read here yet. Thanks.
And Melinda gates is in the beard of directors of a newspaper??
I wonder what the directors' wifes think of Mrs. Gates playing around in their facial hair?
Thanks, that was the best laugh I've had all day. I'll hold any future mod points on account for that post!
Please use a spell checker next time. I think what you meant to post was:
They get Jedi, we get Shit...
What if we just put a big sticker next to the crew door that says:
Warning: The Surgeon General has determined that working for NASA and direct participation in space flight activities may be harmful to your health.
Resist the urge to take up skydiving.
Maybe we can get Norm and Bob Vila to come out and re-write the house code to make it more livable.
On second thought, let's call the Monster House guys.
I don't need this. I currently have to endure the music of every little punk teenager within a 100 yard radius of my vehicle already. They're just using technology to do what over-amplification is already doing.
GTIrc had hooks in it for REXX scripts to handle inbound and outbound IRC commands. PMMail was REXX aware as well. I wrote some scripts for both of those way back in the OS/2 3.x and Warp days. It was my first dive into scripting languages and I found it to be very useful.
http://www.intriguing.com/mp/_scripts/blackmai.asp Monty Python's Blackmail Skit. The Brits already had that idea in a gameshow format.
They sent me a nice coffee mug with the netcraft logo on it.
It's a fraudulent attempt by NASA to boost their budget.
Senator: So you're asking that we double the budget for your Mars mission next year?
Mr. Griffin: Yes sir. If you look at this image here you can clearly see two orbiters that are currently orbiting Mars doing important and vital scientific research.
Senator: Why are you only now asking for this budget increase when you've only needed funding for one of those orbiters?
Mr. Griffin: Well it was apparently an accounting oversight sir. We initially thought only one orbiter was sent to Mars but a slight clerical error was discovered and we now can see by this image that there's two. So we need additional funding to operate them both.
Don't know about Lotus, but PMMail which started as an OS/2 mail client and eventually got ported to Windows, sold to Blueprint Software Works, and is now effectively abandoned has been doing the auto complete for quite a few years. It auto-completes on the email address or the nickname you assign it. Nice feature, hardly new and/or innovative.
Taking into account other recent stories here on /., I'm curious if the original poster actually has the initials B.G.
Nice idea, virtually impossible to implement. You get your "sufficiently large groups" and they may "act" as you want them too, but emotionally and at their core they are all in Group 2. Some will be pricks, some will be nice. Some will try to lead, others be content to follow. Some will participate in the experiment at every opportunity, others will try to exclude themselves from the whole thing. No matter what, we're all in group 2 whether we like it or not.
In a slightly different implementation this was done in "Realtime Interrupt" by James P Hogan. But in the book getting to the olfactory area of the brain was very difficult since it's much higher in the brain and harder to focus the incoming signal.
I help out the players on the local minor league hockey team here in Biloxi. I've let all the guys on the team know that they can come ask me questions and get me to help them with their computers. It's mostly just general maintenance on their computers. Cleaning up the filesystem, getting rid of spyware and adware and trying to prevent new infections of the same.
These guys are athletes, most of them just want to surf the web and do email so some of them are nowhere near computer literate. And they all seem to genuinely appreciate the help I provide. Sometimes I wish I got paid for it, but I do it because they play for the team that I support, so it's my way of giving back to them.