"Son, I need a new car. Steal me a Bentley" "But Dad, you can afford a Mercedes!" "Why would I want to drive an inferior car?"
"Son, I'm thirsty. Steal me some Crystal." "But Dad, we have some nice wine in the fridge!" "Inferior!" "Well, OK, I have just enough money for a bottle of Moet." "Inferior and costly!"
"Son, I'm horny. Go kidnap Natalie Portman." "But Dad, what about Mom!" "Natalie Portman or bust!"
Grant has sadly been declared non-canon, Eccleston being the official ninth Doctor. Of course, they might get Grant as the Tenth...
Cushing is seriously non-canon, he's not even a Time Lord.
But I do agree, they are burning regenerations at an unholy rate. Of course, this is not necessarily a problem, the Master got to at least his 14th.
This is a sad announcement though. Eccleston seems to be a good Doctor so far. Of course, I may be biased, since my Doctor is Baker, and Ecclestone captures some of that manic quality.
(If you don't get the Spaced reference, then can I point out that it is a award-winning sitcom, one of whose main characters works in a comic book shop. What are you doing not buying the DVD right now?)
Brrrrrr, reminds me of the time when my company was in a bad way and was laying off a lot of people. Since I'm an admin, lay-off = escorted out of the building by HR. Also they were doing the lay-offs bit by bit, so you had no way of knowing you were next.
Just to be safe I got all of my personal stuff out in advance. Packed it in a box one night and took it home. That was not a fun feeling.
If I could offer you only one tip for the future, sunscreen would be it. The long-term benefits of sunscreen have been proved by scientists, whereas the rest of my advice has no basis more reliable than my own meandering experience. I will dispense this advice now.
Enjoy the power and beauty of your youth. Oh, never mind. You will not understand the power and beauty of your youth until they've faded. But trust me, in 20 years, you'll look back at photos of yourself and recall in a way you can't grasp now how much possibility lay before you and how fabulous you really looked. You are not as fat as you imagine.
Don't worry about the future. Or worry, but know that worrying is as effective as trying to solve an algebra equation by chewing bubble gum. The real troubles in your life are apt to be things that never crossed your worried mind, the kind that blindside you at 4 p.m. on some idle Tuesday.
Do one thing every day that scares you.
Sing.
Don't be reckless with other people's hearts. Don't put up with people who are reckless with yours.
Floss.
Don't waste your time on jealousy. Sometimes you're ahead, sometimes you're behind. The race is long and, in the end, it's only with yourself.
Remember compliments you receive. Forget the insults. If you succeed in doing this, tell me how.
Keep your old love letters. Throw away your old bank statements.
Stretch.
Don't feel guilty if you don't know what you want to do with your life. The most interesting people I know didn't know at 22 what they wanted to do with their lives. Some of the most interesting 40-year-olds I know still don't.
Get plenty of calcium. Be kind to your knees. You'll miss them when they're gone.
Maybe you'll marry, maybe you won't. Maybe you'll have children, maybe you won't. Maybe you'll divorce at 40, maybe you'll dance the funky chicken on your 75th wedding anniversary. Whatever you do, don't congratulate yourself too much, or berate yourself either. Your choices are half chance. So are everybody else's.
Enjoy your body. Use it every way you can. Don't be afraid of it or of what other people think of it. It's the greatest instrument you'll ever own.
Dance, even if you have nowhere to do it but your living room.
Read the directions, even if you don't follow them.
Do not read beauty magazines. They will only make you feel ugly.
Get to know your parents. You never know when they'll be gone for good. Be nice to your siblings. They're your best link to your past and the people most likely to stick with you in the future.
Understand that friends come and go, but with a precious few you should hold on. Work hard to bridge the gaps in geography and lifestyle, because the older you get, the more you need the people who knew you when you were young.
Live in New York City once, but leave before it makes you hard. Live in Northern California once, but leave before it makes you soft. Travel.
Accept certain inalienable truths: Prices will rise. Politicians will philander. You, too, will get old. And when you do, you'll fantasize that when you were young, prices were reasonable, politicians were noble and children respected their elders.
Respect your elders.
Don't expect anyone else to support you. Maybe you have a trust fund. Maybe you'll have a wealthy spouse. But you never know when either one might run out.
Don't mess too much with your hair or by the time you're 40 it will look 85.
Be careful whose advice you buy, but be patient with those who supply it. Advice is a form of nostalgia. Dispensing it is a way of fishing the past from the disposal, wiping it off, painting over the ugly parts and recycling it for more than it's worth.
But trust me on the sunscreen.
(This was written by Mary Schmich, no matter what you hear on the internet...)
No, he's looking for something like a Remote Desktop Server, not a client. Mind you, you deserver your mod points, because anyone who doesn't know about the wonderful rdesktop program should do!
Slashdot Mirror
You're thinking of the Calamari Damacy.
So, you're saying that the Colorado State legislature has to pass a law before the City government is allowed to do anything?
Why do you bother with a City administration then?
They've done something to the roofs of the neighbouring buildings (to the white house) as well...
Did you notice that he talked about showing the multiplayer component of Q4?
This wording would seem to imply that it also has a single player component, or am I reading too much into it?
I think that is offset by Zork saying that he doesn't think they are very good (which they aren't) but he's posted the story anyhow.
They're all very boring and obvious this year, aren't they.
Ho hum.
The correct quote, BTW, is "Violence is the last refuge of the incompetent" which I think has a very slightly different slant.
"Son, I need a new car. Steal me a Bentley"
"But Dad, you can afford a Mercedes!"
"Why would I want to drive an inferior car?"
"Son, I'm thirsty. Steal me some Crystal."
"But Dad, we have some nice wine in the fridge!"
"Inferior!"
"Well, OK, I have just enough money for a bottle of Moet."
"Inferior and costly!"
"Son, I'm horny. Go kidnap Natalie Portman."
"But Dad, what about Mom!"
"Natalie Portman or bust!"
Heh, you notice how you knew which Baker instinctivley?
By god, that is the best idea I've heard in a three days. And the idea I heard three days ago was bloody good.
Grant has sadly been declared non-canon, Eccleston being the official ninth Doctor. Of course, they might get Grant as the Tenth...
Cushing is seriously non-canon, he's not even a Time Lord.
But I do agree, they are burning regenerations at an unholy rate. Of course, this is not necessarily a problem, the Master got to at least his 14th.
This is a sad announcement though. Eccleston seems to be a good Doctor so far. Of course, I may be biased, since my Doctor is Baker, and Ecclestone captures some of that manic quality.
Fried gold?
(If you don't get the Spaced reference, then can I point out that it is a award-winning sitcom, one of whose main characters works in a comic book shop. What are you doing not buying the DVD right now?)
It's called FreeBSD. Enjoy!
Wow, you live next door to Senator Clinton?
What is the message you want to be saying? "We will never progress, but Bill and Steve are evil! Evil I say!"
Not trolling, genuinely interested.
Why would you think slashdot would be viewable in a PDA browser? It doesn't even work in bloody Firefox!
Brrrrrr, reminds me of the time when my company was in a bad way and was laying off a lot of people. Since I'm an admin, lay-off = escorted out of the building by HR. Also they were doing the lay-offs bit by bit, so you had no way of knowing you were next.
Just to be safe I got all of my personal stuff out in advance. Packed it in a box one night and took it home. That was not a fun feeling.
We don't really have much fanny on slashdot, either...
Great questions of our time:
Why doesn't the computer know he always drinks Earl Grey? It knows he doesn't take lemon, doesn't it?
Why does he have to ask for the tea to be hot? Earl Grey is correctly served hot. It knows to serve it in a tea-cup, doesn't it?
Wear sunscreen.
If I could offer you only one tip for the future, sunscreen would be it. The long-term benefits of sunscreen have been proved by scientists, whereas the rest of my advice has no basis more reliable than my own meandering experience. I will dispense this advice now.
Enjoy the power and beauty of your youth. Oh, never mind. You will not understand the power and beauty of your youth until they've faded. But trust me, in 20 years, you'll look back at photos of yourself and recall in a way you can't grasp now how much possibility lay before you and how fabulous you really looked. You are not as fat as you imagine.
Don't worry about the future. Or worry, but know that worrying is as effective as trying to solve an algebra equation by chewing bubble gum. The real troubles in your life are apt to be things that never crossed your worried mind, the kind that blindside you at 4 p.m. on some idle Tuesday.
Do one thing every day that scares you.
Sing.
Don't be reckless with other people's hearts. Don't put up with people who are reckless with yours.
Floss.
Don't waste your time on jealousy. Sometimes you're ahead, sometimes you're behind. The race is long and, in the end, it's only with yourself.
Remember compliments you receive. Forget the insults. If you succeed in doing this, tell me how.
Keep your old love letters. Throw away your old bank statements.
Stretch.
Don't feel guilty if you don't know what you want to do with your life. The most interesting people I know didn't know at 22 what they wanted to do with their lives. Some of the most interesting 40-year-olds I know still don't.
Get plenty of calcium. Be kind to your knees. You'll miss them when they're gone.
Maybe you'll marry, maybe you won't. Maybe you'll have children, maybe you won't. Maybe you'll divorce at 40, maybe you'll dance the funky chicken on your 75th wedding anniversary. Whatever you do, don't congratulate yourself too much, or berate yourself either. Your choices are half chance. So are everybody else's.
Enjoy your body. Use it every way you can. Don't be afraid of it or of what other people think of it. It's the greatest instrument you'll ever own.
Dance, even if you have nowhere to do it but your living room.
Read the directions, even if you don't follow them.
Do not read beauty magazines. They will only make you feel ugly.
Get to know your parents. You never know when they'll be gone for good. Be nice to your siblings. They're your best link to your past and the people most likely to stick with you in the future.
Understand that friends come and go, but with a precious few you should hold on. Work hard to bridge the gaps in geography and lifestyle, because the older you get, the more you need the people who knew you when you were young.
Live in New York City once, but leave before it makes you hard. Live in Northern California once, but leave before it makes you soft. Travel.
Accept certain inalienable truths: Prices will rise. Politicians will philander. You, too, will get old. And when you do, you'll fantasize that when you were young, prices were reasonable, politicians were noble and children respected their elders.
Respect your elders.
Don't expect anyone else to support you. Maybe you have a trust fund. Maybe you'll have a wealthy spouse. But you never know when either one might run out.
Don't mess too much with your hair or by the time you're 40 it will look 85.
Be careful whose advice you buy, but be patient with those who supply it. Advice is a form of nostalgia. Dispensing it is a way of fishing the past from the disposal, wiping it off, painting over the ugly parts and recycling it for more than it's worth.
But trust me on the sunscreen.
(This was written by Mary Schmich, no matter what you hear on the internet...)
"Not you again, I only just stopped walking funny after last time."
You forgot the public floggings...
I don't know which is sadder, when a slashdot editor posts two dupes a story apart, or when a slashdot reader spots two dupes a year apart...
No, he's looking for something like a Remote Desktop Server, not a client. Mind you, you deserver your mod points, because anyone who doesn't know about the wonderful rdesktop program should do!
Perhaps Apple only transmit un-DRMed material when they detect an old client version?
Or perhaps the 4.7 client is able to sign the connection in some way so ITMS know it is a real copy of iTunes