How about we place the same restrictions on schools and churches, where you are certainly more likely to end up being molested.
From a journal last year (see the actual journal for links to newspaper articles):
Klutzo the Clown was tasered to death in the Sangamon County Jail in Springfield Friday morning, dying at St. John's Hospital.
Klutzo the Cop Clergy Clown was a former police officer, former Christian preacher, former "Big Brother", and had worked in two day care centers.
He was in jail on charges of child pornography and "sex tourism" after returning from a trip he made to the Phillipines to have sex with children.
But parents, be afraid of teh intarwebs. A preditor from the internet might get them. Don't worry one little bit about the cop, the minister, the day care worker, or the clown.
There's more, including a link to an editorial cartoon about the incident.
Because they're KIDS. Kids aren't just short adults. They are uncshooled, immature, naive, easily taken advantage of. It's your job as a parent to protect them and nurture and teach them.
And why would such a right magically turn on at 18?
It doesn't. More and more privacy is granted as the child gets older. An infant has no privacy whatever; a five year old has some, a ten year old has more. You give them privacy (and responsibility) when they need and can handle it.
I just had to tell them where I was going
And as an adult I don't have to tell anybody where I'm going. Your parents obviously did it right - you didn't even realise that your privacy was limited!
I saw a "GetOutta MySpace" T-shirt on a young teenager yesterday. I think that's a pretty good sign that MySpace isn't considered "kewl" any more. Something about laserless sharks, and jumping, I think.
Hell, I'm 55 and I've had a (unupdated) MySpace page for a couple of years, that alone should make it uncool.
You're right about the publicity and lip service. There is way too much attention paid to the internet, when there are greater dangers close to home. I wrote a journal about that very topic last year, no popint in repeating it here.
I thought "at Ford, quality is job 1?" Maybe they should change their motto: "At ford, quality is an afterthought. Looks and stylishness are job 1! Oh and litigation is job 2!"
8kg is ridulously light for an exoskeleton that can increase the strength of its wearer significantly. The power source alone would have to be much heavier (its designed to work outdoors, so no wired power). For comparison, the Apollo space suits weighed about 80kg.
If we can put a man on the moon, why can't we shoot people for Apollo-related non-sequiturs?
The point of a machine is to reduce the need for manual labor
Tell that to the Japanese. They have this ultranerd complex that makes them want robots where robots aren't needed. The Sirius Cybernetics Corporation is surely a Japanese company. "the Sirius Cybernetics Corporation defines a robot as 'your plastic pal who's fun to be with'."
As I am a cyborg I think I can answer for you. No tentacles (although here in in Springfiels where the cartoons all live, who knows?). From my perspective the schoolgirls are safe (for now) but the middle aged women, well... since most of us cyborgs are geezers, your mom needs to, er, well, say HI to her for me would you?
It is to me. I just bought a new TV 3 or 4 years ago, when this one has been out for a few years I'll be ready for a new TV and might even be actually to afford it (or not, as I'll be retired). Assuming I'm still alive then, of course.
A retired friend complained that he was on a fixed income. "You're lucky", I told him, "My income's broke."
I had visions of car bombs and rusty nails... I think I've been drinking too much. Or maybe it's just that I saw the dot-bomb third hand, having been with the same employer for twenty years, last month.
Or maybe a little of both. But more on-topic, I think the article's author is drunk! As you said, not having a job gives one a bit more free time; I haven't written any non-employer-related software since I got my present job. I do write prose, but prose is quite a bit easier to write than code. Code has to actualoly work and say exactly what you want it to to the computer, while prose can say something complely different to the person reading it and still work, so long as the reader enjoys it. You can even make typos in prose and it still works, while a misplaced comma will fuck up the best code.
Maybe I should start writing these stupid "2008 is the year of" when 2008 in't even a month old or "Bill Gates will become a pauper because..." or "OSS will die because all th eprogrammers got laid off" or some other such nonsense as we continually see in the brain-dead mainstream computer press.
Where to start? Wow, I've been doing this for a while. I started putting previous "chapters" in the latest one, As to the point, well, there really isn't one. Forty two, maybe.
Thank you, I have wondered how you got that nick. Now I wonder why the Italians are called "wops" and "dagos". My brother in law is 2nd generation Italian and he doesn't know.
I never got an apology, and what you linked wasn't one. "This software was provided to us by a third-party vendor, First4Internet."
That's no apology, that's buck passing. Would you accept an "apology" like this from an employee who ruined your servers, software, and data? Hell no, you'd not only fire hium, you'd have him incarcerated.
Released an uninstaller
It was too late as I'd already spent the fucking money. Besides, I'm not going to trust an uninstaller that came from someone who would root my box and vandalize my software.
Replaced the discs with DRM free discs (even paying shipping), and offering three free albums, or a (tiny) amount of cash to people affected (Admittedly, they should have done this much sooner than they did)
I never recieved any notice of any free disks, they should tell my daughter who was the one who bought the Sony pigshit.
Released the most open commercial video game console ever
Your reading comprehension is a bit lax today it seems; I am not buying anything else from Sony!
Put it this way, Sony has an employee who places a rootkit on the company servers, which ruins a bunch of software. Is Sony going to accept his apology, even with restitution? He's not getting fired? Bullshit! Sony's not only going to fire him, they're going to have him jailed.
Sony is fired. Sony no longer works for me in any capacity.
So, what else do they need to do?
Restitution to me would involve giving me the price of an Audigy sound card and Windows XP, plus an aftternoon of my time (at their top executive's pay rate).
Then they go the hell out of business. The world doen't need them. The world DOES need the death penalty for corporations.
Disappointment Level Three: Each alleged witch further exacerbates by shifting blame to another witch, none of them ever admitting to being part of the problem. Once a new target is acquired, they escape the public eye.
OK, kids have been sitting in front of the boob tube since I was a kid, and I was a beta tester for dirt (we never did get all the bugs out).
Could these McClowns explain to me how playing video games would tend to make you more fat than watching Popeye? And how playing video games will make you more fat than ingesting 3 times your needed amount of calories in a McMeal?
I looked up record company and it appears that such an item as a "record company" doesn't, in fact, exist since there is no record of it in uncyclopedia.
"Disappearance" doesn't exist either, which makes sense in a wierd, potsmoking kind of way.
the RIAA still exists even though record companies apparently don't. The uncyclopedia says about the RIAA:
The RIAA, short for "Recording Industry Assholes of America" is a tyrannical facist regime which resides in the continental United States and enjoys the full support of the United States Government, the Catholic Church, Oprah's Book Club and a variety of other evil organizations. Founded in 1952 by demons from hell, the RIAA's only purpose is to make people miserable, especially those who record and/or enjoy music. The current demon who runs the RIAA is known as Bitch Mainwol, son of Mog'var der Destroyer.
The RIAA's primary mission is to stifle what little artistic merit is left in the United States by making virtually everybody who has ever recorded or listened to music pay out the ass. Their primary means of accomplishing this goal is the use of stormtroopers thought police lawyers. Due to their heavyhanded tactics, they have made many enemies, including God, Girl God, Jesus, Ultraman and a jar of almonds. The RIAA operates in close cooperation with the MPAA; they are considering uniting their organizations to form a single group known as the Music And Film Industry Association of America (MAFIAA).
Hey downloaders! Enter the Music Mystery Contest sponsored by the RIAA. You won't regret it.
However, even though many of the activities in my journal, such as smoking pot, banging hookers, and downloading music from archive.org are illegal, reading it is still legal. Not that you would actually want to or anything.
-mcgrew
PS- smoking pot has nothing on huffing kittens. The orange ones fuck you up real good.
Perhaps. One could view my journal either way, I suppose. Except... nah, how can tales of drunkenness, prostitutes, and smoking pot be considered dystopian?
As to 1984, IMO no screed that has someone's face being chewed on by rats is utopian.
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From a journal last year (see the actual journal for links to newspaper articles):There's more, including a link to an editorial cartoon about the incident.
I think it perfectly illustrates your point.
-mcgrew
Fortunately, many of us are tech-savvy, but still in an awkward situation.
As the parent of two now-grown girls I can tell you that technology has nothing to do with it. Being a parent is an awkward situation.
Why do kids not have a right to privacy?
Because they're KIDS. Kids aren't just short adults. They are uncshooled, immature, naive, easily taken advantage of. It's your job as a parent to protect them and nurture and teach them.
And why would such a right magically turn on at 18?
It doesn't. More and more privacy is granted as the child gets older. An infant has no privacy whatever; a five year old has some, a ten year old has more. You give them privacy (and responsibility) when they need and can handle it.
I just had to tell them where I was going
And as an adult I don't have to tell anybody where I'm going. Your parents obviously did it right - you didn't even realise that your privacy was limited!
-mcgrew
I use the postal code H0H 0H0
For some reason that makes me think of some of my friends.
I saw a "GetOutta MySpace" T-shirt on a young teenager yesterday. I think that's a pretty good sign that MySpace isn't considered "kewl" any more. Something about laserless sharks, and jumping, I think.
Hell, I'm 55 and I've had a (unupdated) MySpace page for a couple of years, that alone should make it uncool.
You're right about the publicity and lip service. There is way too much attention paid to the internet, when there are greater dangers close to home. I wrote a journal about that very topic last year, no popint in repeating it here.
-mcgrew
So does my shirt. If we can put a man on the moon, why can't we make a shirt that fits?
I thought "at Ford, quality is job 1?" Maybe they should change their motto: "At ford, quality is an afterthought. Looks and stylishness are job 1! Oh and litigation is job 2!"
Don't forget the B-Tird!
8kg is ridulously light for an exoskeleton that can increase the strength of its wearer significantly. The power source alone would have to be much heavier (its designed to work outdoors, so no wired power). For comparison, the Apollo space suits weighed about 80kg.
If we can put a man on the moon, why can't we shoot people for Apollo-related non-sequiturs?
Don't shoot yourself, suicide is still illegal.
The point of a machine is to reduce the need for manual labor
Tell that to the Japanese. They have this ultranerd complex that makes them want robots where robots aren't needed. The Sirius Cybernetics Corporation is surely a Japanese company. "the Sirius Cybernetics Corporation defines a robot as 'your plastic pal who's fun to be with'."
You train organisms. You program robots. Quite a difference, even if you can program some robots "by example".
There's way too much Anthropomorphism in robotics IMO, especially Japanese robotics.
I find it hard to believe that it would cost less than $2,000 to turn in to RoboCop.
I fond it hard to believe that an exoskeleton would cost as much as a car. The Indians are putting a CAR out for about that price.
I want one like in The Matrix. Those exoskeletons would cost a bit more than $2k I think!
Pity the farmer's dogs.
As I am a cyborg I think I can answer for you. No tentacles (although here in in Springfiels where the cartoons all live, who knows?). From my perspective the schoolgirls are safe (for now) but the middle aged women, well... since most of us cyborgs are geezers, your mom needs to, er, well, say HI to her for me would you?
I'm no farmer, although I garden every once in a while. But as a cyborg I thank you for the overlordship you have bestowed on me.
Oh yeah - resistance is futile. You will be assimilated.
This is supposed to be exciting?
It is to me. I just bought a new TV 3 or 4 years ago, when this one has been out for a few years I'll be ready for a new TV and might even be actually to afford it (or not, as I'll be retired). Assuming I'm still alive then, of course.
A retired friend complained that he was on a fixed income. "You're lucky", I told him, "My income's broke."
I got nailed in the Bomb, like a lot of us.
I had visions of car bombs and rusty nails... I think I've been drinking too much. Or maybe it's just that I saw the dot-bomb third hand, having been with the same employer for twenty years, last month.
Or maybe a little of both. But more on-topic, I think the article's author is drunk! As you said, not having a job gives one a bit more free time; I haven't written any non-employer-related software since I got my present job. I do write prose, but prose is quite a bit easier to write than code. Code has to actualoly work and say exactly what you want it to to the computer, while prose can say something complely different to the person reading it and still work, so long as the reader enjoys it. You can even make typos in prose and it still works, while a misplaced comma will fuck up the best code.
Maybe I should start writing these stupid "2008 is the year of" when 2008 in't even a month old or "Bill Gates will become a pauper because..." or "OSS will die because all th eprogrammers got laid off" or some other such nonsense as we continually see in the brain-dead mainstream computer press.
Where to start? Wow, I've been doing this for a while. I started putting previous "chapters" in the latest one, As to the point, well, there really isn't one. Forty two, maybe.
Thank you, I have wondered how you got that nick. Now I wonder why the Italians are called "wops" and "dagos". My brother in law is 2nd generation Italian and he doesn't know.
Apologized
I never got an apology, and what you linked wasn't one. "This software was provided to us by a third-party vendor, First4Internet."
That's no apology, that's buck passing. Would you accept an "apology" like this from an employee who ruined your servers, software, and data? Hell no, you'd not only fire hium, you'd have him incarcerated.
Released an uninstaller
It was too late as I'd already spent the fucking money. Besides, I'm not going to trust an uninstaller that came from someone who would root my box and vandalize my software.
Replaced the discs with DRM free discs (even paying shipping), and offering three free albums, or a (tiny) amount of cash to people affected (Admittedly, they should have done this much sooner than they did)
I never recieved any notice of any free disks, they should tell my daughter who was the one who bought the Sony pigshit.
Released the most open commercial video game console ever
Your reading comprehension is a bit lax today it seems; I am not buying anything else from Sony!
Put it this way, Sony has an employee who places a rootkit on the company servers, which ruins a bunch of software. Is Sony going to accept his apology, even with restitution? He's not getting fired? Bullshit! Sony's not only going to fire him, they're going to have him jailed.
Sony is fired. Sony no longer works for me in any capacity.
So, what else do they need to do?
Restitution to me would involve giving me the price of an Audigy sound card and Windows XP, plus an aftternoon of my time (at their top executive's pay rate).
Then they go the hell out of business. The world doen't need them. The world DOES need the death penalty for corporations.
Have you ever seen kids cook?
Dude, that's just sick!
Disappointment Level Three: Each alleged witch further exacerbates by shifting blame to another witch, none of them ever admitting to being part of the problem. Once a new target is acquired, they escape the public eye.
OK, kids have been sitting in front of the boob tube since I was a kid, and I was a beta tester for dirt (we never did get all the bugs out).
Could these McClowns explain to me how playing video games would tend to make you more fat than watching Popeye? And how playing video games will make you more fat than ingesting 3 times your needed amount of calories in a McMeal?
Just McWondering.
-McGrew
If the RIAA disappeared, who could counter-suits be filed against?
The RIAA isn't filing lawsuits, their members are. If EMI sues you, then you countersue EMI.
But countersuing Sony would be lots more fun.
"Disappearance" doesn't exist either, which makes sense in a wierd, potsmoking kind of way.
the RIAA still exists even though record companies apparently don't. The uncyclopedia says about the RIAA:However, even though many of the activities in my journal, such as smoking pot, banging hookers, and downloading music from archive.org are illegal, reading it is still legal. Not that you would actually want to or anything.
-mcgrew
PS- smoking pot has nothing on huffing kittens. The orange ones fuck you up real good.
Perhaps. One could view my journal either way, I suppose. Except... nah, how can tales of drunkenness, prostitutes, and smoking pot be considered dystopian?
As to 1984, IMO no screed that has someone's face being chewed on by rats is utopian.