I don't bother doing a full test before putting a new drive in service. If I am buying a new drive, it is because I need it now, and I need to be back up and running stat.
When buying a new drive, I have expectations of the manufacturer doing their job and selling me a working product that should be operational out of the box. However, after I have copied my data over from where I had backed it up (usually onto a shared drive on another system on my network), I keep the backup handy until I know for sure that the new drive will not need to be returned to where I got it for a warranty replacement.
Wow! I'm surprised at least half of my male classmates back in the 80s didn't get hauled away for the horrible things we put those poor sports saps on those PeeChee portfolios through. Everyone got a stick of dynamite up the ass. The relay racers' batons were converted to dynamite sticks, the batter's bat either had a battle axe blade added to it, a lit fuse stuck on top, or both. Then there was that poor basketball player. Oh the horror with his wrists tied together and forced to hold that basketball which was turned into a bomb...and to add insult to injury, or even more injury to injury, his opponent was always hammering an iron spike into his chest.
Nope. If you read the article you will see they used mouse genes.
Next on the agenda: 3 billion men candidates for the horse cock gene transplant (would you call it that?).
That would be a good way to prevent a future Idiocracy scenario. If the transplant was a success, then the 3 billion stupidest guys on the planet would no longer be able to breed, as no woman would want them to get anywhere near them with a schwanzstucker like that.
Sounds to me like you're inciting hate towards the Westboro Baptist Church.
That train has long since left the station. Westboro Baptist Church already incited massive hate against Westboro Baptist Church. They did not need any outsider to do it for them.
Considering we are talking about the nation known as the United States of America and not one of the two continents in the Western Hemisphere that happen to have America in the name or the little land bridge between the two, and none of which, as far as I know have any other nations with of America in the name, I think you know good and well what is being discussed here, you little troll.
How do I patent shooting a big fat load up some hipsters nose after they smoke my pole because I have the latest iShiny? I call it the "Snowy Walrus"
Oh my, I could see someone opening a hipster artsy type shop and calling it that. That is almost as amusing when me and my little brother were talking recently about our hometown's music store (actual musical instruments and stuff like that) closing down. I commented that next time someone opens up such a place, if they are trying to think of a name for it, he should suggest "The Rusty Trombone".
Jobs fucked music so bad that I gave up. I was touring Europe, the states, and Asia lined up. After seeing what he did, there was no reason to continue. Unless I was stupid. I hope he burns forever... If I meet him in the afterlife, I will do anything I can to hurt him. BURN you miserable fuck
Burning in an afterlife is something that Christians (and possibly Muslims?) fear. Does Buddhism have a similar type of Hell in its afterlife? If not, then it is unlikely Jobs is burning anywhere in the cosmos. In fact, most likely, he is simply not existing in any conscious form any more, while his body decomposes in its grave, just like everyone else who is no longer among the living.
And for the record, wishing eternal torture on anyone for anything they may have done while alive (infinite punishment for a finite "crime") is pretty damn sick.
The point of my post seemed to have been missed. Essentially what I meant was that living in a sterile, closed environment like what would be required on a lunar settlement would be the equivalent of being in a prison. I am "addicted" to being able to encounter a wide variety of life almost anywhere I go on this planet. I have developed a fascination with our world's biodiversity. In fact, after reading your response to my post, I had to step outside and just bask in the cool Northwest night air, taking in the scent of the wet grass, and pine, and other greenery, appreciating the screech of an owl off in the trees, and even the annoying yappings of the coyotes down by the creek.
Pulling up roots and moving from a living, thriving world like Earth and resettling permanently on a dead and sterile place like the Moon would drive me crazy. Sure, it would be cool to visit and work for a while there, but only for a few months at a time. That would be bearable, knowing that I would eventually come back here and reattune to nature. But to live up there permanently? No, I would not be able to do it.
Meh. I personally would not care to retire to a place like the moon (or Mars for that matter). Just the very thought of it is depressing, knowing that outside the little habitat that is sustaining you, there is nothing else alive.
I do not want some Muslim country trying to press charges against me because I asked why did the prophet cross the road. And they would!
That's an easy one to answer. The Prophet crossed the road because the other Wormhole Aliens and the Emissary suggested it do so. Surely they wouldn't press charges against you over a Deep Space 9 joke?
And 10 years from now, kids will have no clue what the Assburgers episode of South Park is about, now that Aspergers is going the way of "Don't touch that dial".
And the third and final time that particular prize was awarded was when a young Albert Einstein, using just a chisel and hammer in his little shed, managed to split the Tasmanian beer atom and actually put bubbles in beer.
First person shooters are what effectively killed off video game arcades.
I always felt that the biggest thing that killed off the video arcade was the fact that home consoles and PC gaming finally met and surpassed arcade quality. Back in the glory days, if you wanted state of the art, you went out to the arcade, because except for Pong, none of the games you could play at home came close to matching what you could get in the 'cades.
Sure there were quite a few home games that were addictively fun and were able to compete with the arcades for the players' time (Parsec, TI Invaders, Tombstone City, Enduro, River Raid, Megamania, Pitfall, and others), but they were still lacking that special something that made arcades so appealing. For me, it was the retro future ambiance of the arcades that drew me in.
Then in the 90s, home video games not only caught up with the previous generation's arcade quality, but also with the current generation (or at least the early years of the current generation). I remember at a local pizza place here in my home town, they had a Super Mario Brothers arcade game in their little game room, and my first thought was "who would blow quarters in that, when the home version was pretty much identical?"
In addition to saturating the market for fighting games (which was easy for the home market to match already), the arcade makers started getting more elaborate and gimmicky in their offerings with games that were becoming larger and larger, taking up more and more valuable floor space.
Actually, I think the big gimmick games started becoming more prevalent closer to the turn of the century. During the 90s though, the games were becoming fancier, and (except for the fighting games genre) were still impractical for home ports, such as Space Lords for example. Of course, these big elaborate games were expensive, expensive to play and obviously expensive to maintain. And home video games were now at the point where they were actively competing for the gamers' attention.
I think the final death knell for arcade gaming as we knew it, was the sudden prevalence of home networking and network gaming, which eventually became a regular feature in consoles. So it really wasn't FPS games per se that killed arcades. They were doomed from the restart (the rise of Nintendo and the rebirth of the home market after the crash), due to the understandable inability to grow and expand their market at the same rate.
May as well take it all the way and make warfare totally clean and normal.
Have the computers on both sides simulate their attacks, then declare casualties. Anyone on the casualty list then simply reports to a termination booth to be quickly and humanely killed.
Hmmm... This sounds rather familiar come to think of it...
I think I must have spent too much time idly hanging out in RP areas like Pocket D in City of Heroes and The Busted Flagon in Guild Wars 2. Shamefully, I first saw the headline "US Air Force Scraps ERP Project..." as "US Air Force Scraps Erotic Role Play Project..."
How can this be called a planet anyway? According to the smartasses who demoted Pluto, one of the requirements to be a planet is that the object must clear its orbit of any other significant objects. Since this object is "rogue", it does not have an orbit to clear.
Do not ask these people anything in the way of meaningful questions. Stick to subjects like what they watched on television if you must talk to them although even that can be scary.
Cheers,
If you must talk to them, do it in a context where you are attempting to sell them something. Chances are, they will buy.
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It's almost getting as bad as the stupid "obligatory XKCD" links that dipshits will post here.
I'm sure there is an obligatory xkcd link out there to better illustrate that.
I don't bother doing a full test before putting a new drive in service. If I am buying a new drive, it is because I need it now, and I need to be back up and running stat.
When buying a new drive, I have expectations of the manufacturer doing their job and selling me a working product that should be operational out of the box. However, after I have copied my data over from where I had backed it up (usually onto a shared drive on another system on my network), I keep the backup handy until I know for sure that the new drive will not need to be returned to where I got it for a warranty replacement.
Wow! I'm surprised at least half of my male classmates back in the 80s didn't get hauled away for the horrible things we put those poor sports saps on those PeeChee portfolios through. Everyone got a stick of dynamite up the ass. The relay racers' batons were converted to dynamite sticks, the batter's bat either had a battle axe blade added to it, a lit fuse stuck on top, or both. Then there was that poor basketball player. Oh the horror with his wrists tied together and forced to hold that basketball which was turned into a bomb...and to add insult to injury, or even more injury to injury, his opponent was always hammering an iron spike into his chest.
The swedish for example use their gods: Odin,frejia Thor (proposed and unfortunatelly rejected I think)
Why do I get the feeling Thor was rejected due to the fear of Marvel/Disney bringing down a horde of evil lawyers on them?
Mr. Gore, would you have preferred the alternative? If so, we can slam the next probe into Uranus.
Nope. If you read the article you will see they used mouse genes.
Next on the agenda: 3 billion men candidates for the horse cock gene transplant (would you call it that?).
That would be a good way to prevent a future Idiocracy scenario. If the transplant was a success, then the 3 billion stupidest guys on the planet would no longer be able to breed, as no woman would want them to get anywhere near them with a schwanzstucker like that.
Can you imagine making Pasta with fins? The horror!
Meh, I would rather make pasta with flour and either water or eggs.
Sounds to me like you're inciting hate towards the Westboro Baptist Church.
That train has long since left the station. Westboro Baptist Church already incited massive hate against Westboro Baptist Church. They did not need any outsider to do it for them.
What I find surprising is that after all the military funerals they picketed, not once did the 21 gun salute accidentally miss.
North or South American?
Considering we are talking about the nation known as the United States of America and not one of the two continents in the Western Hemisphere that happen to have America in the name or the little land bridge between the two, and none of which, as far as I know have any other nations with of America in the name, I think you know good and well what is being discussed here, you little troll.
How are sup $1000 prices making things available to the MASS market??
Remember, just like during Magrathea's heyday, no one is actually poor... At least, no one worth speaking of.
How do I patent shooting a big fat load up some hipsters nose after they smoke my pole because I have the latest iShiny? I call it the "Snowy Walrus"
Oh my, I could see someone opening a hipster artsy type shop and calling it that. That is almost as amusing when me and my little brother were talking recently about our hometown's music store (actual musical instruments and stuff like that) closing down. I commented that next time someone opens up such a place, if they are trying to think of a name for it, he should suggest "The Rusty Trombone".
Curse you, Urban Dictionary...
Jobs fucked music so bad that I gave up. I was touring Europe, the states, and Asia lined up. After seeing what he did, there was no reason to continue. Unless I was stupid. I hope he burns forever... If I meet him in the afterlife, I will do anything I can to hurt him. BURN you miserable fuck
Burning in an afterlife is something that Christians (and possibly Muslims?) fear. Does Buddhism have a similar type of Hell in its afterlife? If not, then it is unlikely Jobs is burning anywhere in the cosmos. In fact, most likely, he is simply not existing in any conscious form any more, while his body decomposes in its grave, just like everyone else who is no longer among the living.
And for the record, wishing eternal torture on anyone for anything they may have done while alive (infinite punishment for a finite "crime") is pretty damn sick.
The point of my post seemed to have been missed. Essentially what I meant was that living in a sterile, closed environment like what would be required on a lunar settlement would be the equivalent of being in a prison. I am "addicted" to being able to encounter a wide variety of life almost anywhere I go on this planet. I have developed a fascination with our world's biodiversity. In fact, after reading your response to my post, I had to step outside and just bask in the cool Northwest night air, taking in the scent of the wet grass, and pine, and other greenery, appreciating the screech of an owl off in the trees, and even the annoying yappings of the coyotes down by the creek.
Pulling up roots and moving from a living, thriving world like Earth and resettling permanently on a dead and sterile place like the Moon would drive me crazy. Sure, it would be cool to visit and work for a while there, but only for a few months at a time. That would be bearable, knowing that I would eventually come back here and reattune to nature. But to live up there permanently? No, I would not be able to do it.
Meh. I personally would not care to retire to a place like the moon (or Mars for that matter). Just the very thought of it is depressing, knowing that outside the little habitat that is sustaining you, there is nothing else alive.
I do not want some Muslim country trying to press charges against me because I asked why did the prophet cross the road. And they would!
That's an easy one to answer. The Prophet crossed the road because the other Wormhole Aliens and the Emissary suggested it do so. Surely they wouldn't press charges against you over a Deep Space 9 joke?
Of course, that merely causes the messenger to get dropped into a pool of killer sharks.
And 10 years from now, kids will have no clue what the Assburgers episode of South Park is about, now that Aspergers is going the way of "Don't touch that dial".
No, he got a 2nd Nobel in Belchology
And the third and final time that particular prize was awarded was when a young Albert Einstein, using just a chisel and hammer in his little shed, managed to split the Tasmanian beer atom and actually put bubbles in beer.
First person shooters are what effectively killed off video game arcades.
I always felt that the biggest thing that killed off the video arcade was the fact that home consoles and PC gaming finally met and surpassed arcade quality. Back in the glory days, if you wanted state of the art, you went out to the arcade, because except for Pong, none of the games you could play at home came close to matching what you could get in the 'cades.
Sure there were quite a few home games that were addictively fun and were able to compete with the arcades for the players' time (Parsec, TI Invaders, Tombstone City, Enduro, River Raid, Megamania, Pitfall, and others), but they were still lacking that special something that made arcades so appealing. For me, it was the retro future ambiance of the arcades that drew me in.
Then in the 90s, home video games not only caught up with the previous generation's arcade quality, but also with the current generation (or at least the early years of the current generation). I remember at a local pizza place here in my home town, they had a Super Mario Brothers arcade game in their little game room, and my first thought was "who would blow quarters in that, when the home version was pretty much identical?"
In addition to saturating the market for fighting games (which was easy for the home market to match already), the arcade makers started getting more elaborate and gimmicky in their offerings with games that were becoming larger and larger, taking up more and more valuable floor space.
Actually, I think the big gimmick games started becoming more prevalent closer to the turn of the century. During the 90s though, the games were becoming fancier, and (except for the fighting games genre) were still impractical for home ports, such as Space Lords for example. Of course, these big elaborate games were expensive, expensive to play and obviously expensive to maintain. And home video games were now at the point where they were actively competing for the gamers' attention.
I think the final death knell for arcade gaming as we knew it, was the sudden prevalence of home networking and network gaming, which eventually became a regular feature in consoles. So it really wasn't FPS games per se that killed arcades. They were doomed from the restart (the rise of Nintendo and the rebirth of the home market after the crash), due to the understandable inability to grow and expand their market at the same rate.
May as well take it all the way and make warfare totally clean and normal.
Have the computers on both sides simulate their attacks, then declare casualties. Anyone on the casualty list then simply reports to a termination booth to be quickly and humanely killed.
Hmmm... This sounds rather familiar come to think of it...
Picard is insufficient to express the retardedness of this patent. Must go even higher to epic proportions in the facepalm department.
I think I must have spent too much time idly hanging out in RP areas like Pocket D in City of Heroes and The Busted Flagon in Guild Wars 2. Shamefully, I first saw the headline "US Air Force Scraps ERP Project..." as "US Air Force Scraps Erotic Role Play Project..."
How can this be called a planet anyway? According to the smartasses who demoted Pluto, one of the requirements to be a planet is that the object must clear its orbit of any other significant objects. Since this object is "rogue", it does not have an orbit to clear.
Do not ask these people anything in the way of meaningful questions. Stick to subjects like what they watched on television if you must talk to them although even that can be scary.
Cheers,
If you must talk to them, do it in a context where you are attempting to sell them something. Chances are, they will buy.