In that game, the menu concept is based around graphic representations of rooms, in which you click on things like computers and doors to access things. In one of the rooms, you could click on a light and it brought up a big group photo of the dev team, and each member had a little blurb which you could access by clicking their photo.
Best of all, I first found it completely by accident rather than because of some howto on some website, making it all the more enjoyable.
In terms of shared DNA, the maximum difference between a chimp and a human is 3%.
Between a human and a mouse, it's 20%.
That means that mice are over six times more different from humans than chimps are.
Your inability to grasp this makes me wonder exactly where you fall on this scale.
This idea is doomed to fail from the beginning. What a fucking crock. For one, the entire point of the Nintendo Wii is that you move your arms around. The entire point. It's intended for grannies and moms who wouldn't normally be interested, so they pick up the remote and it's just like controlling the television for them. How anybody can not get this is just beyond me. And secondly, all this overuse of neck muscles is going to lead to two things: sore necks and lawsuits. That's right, these chumps are going to get their asses handed to them in court when this thing hits the mass market.
It's not even as if this hasn't happened before! Anybody remember the Nintendo VirtualBoy? That VR piece of shit that killed a couple of people and left about a dozen blind in one eye? It was the same thing with that: it was going to make it easier to control games, just by creating some stupid helmet. My brother actually got one of those for Christmas the year they came out. Of course, he was really stoked when he saw it, because hey, VIRTUAL REALITY and all that. So he rips the box apart, quickly figures out how to put it on and get it working, and there, he's off. He was just starting to play, when suddenly to my surprise he did the mash. He did the monster mash. The monster mash. It was a graveyard smash. He did the mash. It caught on in a flash. The monster mash. He did the monster mash.
Nerd sarcasm, a formidable species of non-humour, but it only unleashes the full extent of its pathetic failure when the user accidentally makes a dick of himself by revealing laughable misconceptions through implication. In this case, we can see that this particular subject has somehow convinced himself both that Slashdot is intended to be "useful" and my mom got scared and said "You're movin' with your auntie and uncle in Bel Air". I whistled for a cab and when it came near, the license plate said "FRESH" and it had dice in the mirror.
If anything I could say that this cab was rare but I thought "Nah, forget it". "Yo homes, to Bel Air!". I pulled up to a house about seven or eight, and I yelled to the cabbie "Yo homes, smell ya' later!". I looked at my kingdom, I was finally there, to sit on my throne as the prince of Bel Air.
48 entire hours?! Why, with that kind of time frame, you might even have time to step away from your computer, or even go outside! We eagerly await your safe return.
The "squeeze off a few rounds and then give the player a turn" method of FPS AI. If the pause was a fraction of a second, you could call it burst fire and say it was to improve aim. But usually it lasts several seconds, and it looks nothing short of batshit-insane.
If you need to do something to throttle your NPCs, make them miss, tie their shoelaces, take an urgent phonecall, or anything except "stop firing and wait". If they're going to do that, they might as well turn their guns around and blow their own heads off, for all the good it's going to do them.
They use teamwork to flank you, throw grenades, and even talk to each other.
And then halfway through the game they disappear completely, replaced with high-damage low-intelligence zombies. To this day I still won't play through that shit. I play halfway through and quit as soon as I see those "genomorph" bastards, or whatever technobabble buzzword soup their name happens to be.
This is the only reason you believe in the things you do. It's got fuck-all to do with "seeing beauty and power surrounding things". Your parents were brought up as Christians, so they brought you up a Christian. If they'd decided instead to bring you up to believe in Power Rangers, you'd believe in a superhuman team of ninja warriors defending the earth from an evil witch living on the moon, and you'd be posting Slashdot comments telling us all about the "beauty and power" you see in things, which convinces you of the existence of Power Rangers no matter what those oppressive science types might say about there being no recorded sightings of huge robots or aliens doing battle in remote wastelands. And of course, you'd say it was "because of the effect it had had on your life" as well.
You're a slave to the meme forced upon you by your parents, a believer in an idea considered idiotic by the vast majority of scientists and Christians, and an embarrassment to the 21st century.
GO GO POWER RANGERS! YOU MIGHTY MORPHIN POWER RANGERS!
Before the usual spelling bitchslap about the editing, I want to get this in: Cliff actually did a decent bit of editing on my submission here. He's moved around some of what I typed and tweaked the wording slightly to improve the style. He also changed "CS degree" to "CS Cirriculum", which is unfortunately a bit of an own goal.
a minimum of 3 different implementations of said userland exist, aside from Stallman's. The only element of the GNU system which is currently genuinely irreplaceable is gcc.
AIEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEE! Shut up shut up shut up!
The leader is good, the leader is great. I surrender my will, as of this date.
LALALALALALALALA I'M NOT LISTENING I CAN'T HEAR YOU
Richard SAYS that it should be GNU/Linux, and that's obviously correct because Richard is impartial in this matter and has no vested interest in shoehorning his organisation's name into the name of a software product used by millions, which is why I believe him from my heart down to my toes and back up to my fronthead.
Stupid lazy Linus just wants to STEAL the precious, but we WON'
T FUCKING LET HIM.
Fascinating. In that case, if I ever need to set off a dirty-pipes bomb in central London, I will be sure to continue walking as I reach for the little red PTM switch.
Am I paranoid for seriously considering the implications of posting such a sentence? Or is it just another result of the totalitarian shithole that this country has become?
Anybody else appalled by the amount of people saying "just don't turn it off"?. I know I am. It's shocking for various reasons:
It's an unnecessary, unethical waste of energy.
It's an unnecessary security risk to leave so much of your sensitive data connected to the internet completely unattended.
If you do get compromised, there is then the ethical issue of the amount of spam/DDoS your box can be used for by the time you realise what has happened.
It's a poor solution to the problem of long boot times. A better solution would be to man up and learn some fucking patience.
It uses up your machine's useful lifespan much more quickly at no significant gain to you.
It's yet another electrical appliance always on and always ready to set off your smoke alarm or even start an electrical fire.
If you leave your computer on 24/7 just for convenience, then perhaps you ought to consider the possibility that you are a spoilt rich selfish pussy and not the infallible sysadmin you undoubtedly believe yourself to be.
Back when I was starting out with Linux, this used to annoy me and was a factor to consider when weighing up Linux vs Windows.
Eventually, as I became more proficient in Linux, the longer boot time became less and less of a factor as Windows became less useful for me compared to Linux.
we do have a fair idea of the physical practicalities of manufacturing space ships and embarking on space journeys
No we don't. We know what it's like for us to do it. Another civilisation on another planet might be more advanced and have a much easier time of it. Based on that, it'd be perfectly plausible for adventurous adolescent aliens to joyride across the galaxy in a $300 used flying-saucer just to come "cow tipping" in a backwater rural solar system.
As you say, though, it's all a bit silly without any proper evidence of actual little green men.
Nothing on any of those pages indicated that blogging is an inherent part of the "semantic web". As best as I can tell, the semantic web people want there to be some kind of SQL language for websites, so you can type "SELECT `images` FROM `websites` WHERE `porn` > 0 AND `price` = 0 AND `subject` = 'shitting dick nipples'" instead of going to Google or something.
I guess it'd be nice to end my dependance on GOOG, but I think this naysayer guy with the blog makes some good points.
A Linux die-hard would never admit that there is Linux incompatible hardware, or that there was anything wrong with any Linux distro anywhere. I just really like it and wish it'd fucking work for once.
Web censorship is not something that only happens halfway around the world in countries like Uzkbekistan and Burma. If you're from the UK, meet Cleanfeed, a soon-to-be compulsory system for blocking "illegal" content. Only a select group of secretive internet wizards know how it works, and a circle of elders living deep in the mountains are in charge of deciding exactly what is and isn't "illegal content". Not everybody runs it just yet, but its effects are already being felt.
Re:Compiling distros is for distro maintainers
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It's about optimum distribution of work. Compiling is best left to maintainers where possible, rather than repeated by thousands of different users. If compiling everything from scratch is necessary to do whatever it is you need to get done, then I'm all for it. Go right ahead.
It's quite possible to learn all the lessons involved with Gentoo in another distro like Slackware. Kernel compilation, system configuration, compilation of other software from source: it's all there. As for package management, well, Gentoo users may like to pretend that they are the only distro with automatic dependency resolution, but that's simply not the case. Anything from openSUSE to Arch Linux is capable of this now.
So from my point of view, the learning, control, and package management are readily available in other distros that don't have this ass-backwards, inefficient distribution of work. I don't see what the major ethical concern is here, or why you had to come along making trouble in my neighbourhood. I got in one little fight and my mom got scared, and said "You're movin' with your auntie and uncle in Bel-Air!" I whistled for a cab and when it came near, the licence plate said "fresh" and it had dice in the mirror. If anything I could say that this cab was rare, but I thought "Nah, forget it", "Yo homes, to Bel Air!"
I pulled up to a house about seven or eight, and I yelled to the cabbie "Yo homes, smell ya later!". Looked at my kingdom, I was finally there, to sit on my throne as the prince of Bel Air.
Slashdot Mirror
There are three ways that I can think of.
In that game, the menu concept is based around graphic representations of rooms, in which you click on things like computers and doors to access things. In one of the rooms, you could click on a light and it brought up a big group photo of the dev team, and each member had a little blurb which you could access by clicking their photo.
Best of all, I first found it completely by accident rather than because of some howto on some website, making it all the more enjoyable.
I had a much simpler script that did a similar job. It could do two things:
But I lost the script, and the files, and stubbed my toe. Now I have nothing.
So you're the degenerate pervert using this. Damn you! Damn you to hell!
In terms of shared DNA, the maximum difference between a chimp and a human is 3%.
Between a human and a mouse, it's 20%.
That means that mice are over six times more different from humans than chimps are.
Your inability to grasp this makes me wonder exactly where you fall on this scale.
This idea is doomed to fail from the beginning. What a fucking crock. For one, the entire point of the Nintendo Wii is that you move your arms around. The entire point. It's intended for grannies and moms who wouldn't normally be interested, so they pick up the remote and it's just like controlling the television for them. How anybody can not get this is just beyond me. And secondly, all this overuse of neck muscles is going to lead to two things: sore necks and lawsuits. That's right, these chumps are going to get their asses handed to them in court when this thing hits the mass market.
It's not even as if this hasn't happened before! Anybody remember the Nintendo VirtualBoy? That VR piece of shit that killed a couple of people and left about a dozen blind in one eye? It was the same thing with that: it was going to make it easier to control games, just by creating some stupid helmet. My brother actually got one of those for Christmas the year they came out. Of course, he was really stoked when he saw it, because hey, VIRTUAL REALITY and all that. So he rips the box apart, quickly figures out how to put it on and get it working, and there, he's off. He was just starting to play, when suddenly to my surprise he did the mash. He did the monster mash. The monster mash. It was a graveyard smash. He did the mash. It caught on in a flash. The monster mash. He did the monster mash.
Nerd sarcasm, a formidable species of non-humour, but it only unleashes the full extent of its pathetic failure when the user accidentally makes a dick of himself by revealing laughable misconceptions through implication. In this case, we can see that this particular subject has somehow convinced himself both that Slashdot is intended to be "useful" and my mom got scared and said "You're movin' with your auntie and uncle in Bel Air". I whistled for a cab and when it came near, the license plate said "FRESH" and it had dice in the mirror.
If anything I could say that this cab was rare but I thought "Nah, forget it". "Yo homes, to Bel Air!". I pulled up to a house about seven or eight, and I yelled to the cabbie "Yo homes, smell ya' later!". I looked at my kingdom, I was finally there, to sit on my throne as the prince of Bel Air.
48 entire hours?! Why, with that kind of time frame, you might even have time to step away from your computer, or even go outside! We eagerly await your safe return.
The "squeeze off a few rounds and then give the player a turn" method of FPS AI. If the pause was a fraction of a second, you could call it burst fire and say it was to improve aim. But usually it lasts several seconds, and it looks nothing short of batshit-insane.
If you need to do something to throttle your NPCs, make them miss, tie their shoelaces, take an urgent phonecall, or anything except "stop firing and wait". If they're going to do that, they might as well turn their guns around and blow their own heads off, for all the good it's going to do them.
And then halfway through the game they disappear completely, replaced with high-damage low-intelligence zombies. To this day I still won't play through that shit. I play halfway through and quit as soon as I see those "genomorph" bastards, or whatever technobabble buzzword soup their name happens to be.
You're a slave to the meme forced upon you by your parents, a believer in an idea considered idiotic by the vast majority of scientists and Christians, and an embarrassment to the 21st century.
GO GO POWER RANGERS! YOU MIGHTY MORPHIN POWER RANGERS!
Before the usual spelling bitchslap about the editing, I want to get this in: Cliff actually did a decent bit of editing on my submission here. He's moved around some of what I typed and tweaked the wording slightly to improve the style. He also changed "CS degree" to "CS Cirriculum", which is unfortunately a bit of an own goal.
Software Development
AIEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEE! Shut up shut up shut up!
The leader is good, the leader is great. I surrender my will, as of this date.
LALALALALALALALA I'M NOT LISTENING I CAN'T HEAR YOU
Richard SAYS that it should be GNU/Linux, and that's obviously correct because Richard is impartial in this matter and has no vested interest in shoehorning his organisation's name into the name of a software product used by millions, which is why I believe him from my heart down to my toes and back up to my fronthead.
Stupid lazy Linus just wants to STEAL the precious, but we WON' T FUCKING LET HIM.
Fascinating. In that case, if I ever need to set off a dirty-pipes bomb in central London, I will be sure to continue walking as I reach for the little red PTM switch.
Am I paranoid for seriously considering the implications of posting such a sentence? Or is it just another result of the totalitarian shithole that this country has become?
Anybody else appalled by the amount of people saying "just don't turn it off"?. I know I am. It's shocking for various reasons:
If you leave your computer on 24/7 just for convenience, then perhaps you ought to consider the possibility that you are a spoilt rich selfish pussy and not the infallible sysadmin you undoubtedly believe yourself to be.
Back when I was starting out with Linux, this used to annoy me and was a factor to consider when weighing up Linux vs Windows.
Eventually, as I became more proficient in Linux, the longer boot time became less and less of a factor as Windows became less useful for me compared to Linux.
No we don't. We know what it's like for us to do it. Another civilisation on another planet might be more advanced and have a much easier time of it. Based on that, it'd be perfectly plausible for adventurous adolescent aliens to joyride across the galaxy in a $300 used flying-saucer just to come "cow tipping" in a backwater rural solar system.
As you say, though, it's all a bit silly without any proper evidence of actual little green men.
http://en.wikipedia.org/wiki/Semantic_Web
http://www.w3.org/DesignIssues/Semantic.html
http://infomesh.net/2001/swintro/
Nothing on any of those pages indicated that blogging is an inherent part of the "semantic web". As best as I can tell, the semantic web people want there to be some kind of SQL language for websites, so you can type "SELECT `images` FROM `websites` WHERE `porn` > 0 AND `price` = 0 AND `subject` = 'shitting dick nipples'" instead of going to Google or something.
I guess it'd be nice to end my dependance on GOOG, but I think this naysayer guy with the blog makes some good points.
A Linux die-hard would never admit that there is Linux incompatible hardware, or that there was anything wrong with any Linux distro anywhere. I just really like it and wish it'd fucking work for once.
All I want is a machine 100% compatible with my Linux distro of choice. If I can have that, I don't care about the specs.
Web censorship is not something that only happens halfway around the world in countries like Uzkbekistan and Burma. If you're from the UK, meet Cleanfeed, a soon-to-be compulsory system for blocking "illegal" content. Only a select group of secretive internet wizards know how it works, and a circle of elders living deep in the mountains are in charge of deciding exactly what is and isn't "illegal content". Not everybody runs it just yet, but its effects are already being felt.
It's about optimum distribution of work. Compiling is best left to maintainers where possible, rather than repeated by thousands of different users. If compiling everything from scratch is necessary to do whatever it is you need to get done, then I'm all for it. Go right ahead.
It's quite possible to learn all the lessons involved with Gentoo in another distro like Slackware. Kernel compilation, system configuration, compilation of other software from source: it's all there. As for package management, well, Gentoo users may like to pretend that they are the only distro with automatic dependency resolution, but that's simply not the case. Anything from openSUSE to Arch Linux is capable of this now.
So from my point of view, the learning, control, and package management are readily available in other distros that don't have this ass-backwards, inefficient distribution of work. I don't see what the major ethical concern is here, or why you had to come along making trouble in my neighbourhood. I got in one little fight and my mom got scared, and said "You're movin' with your auntie and uncle in Bel-Air!" I whistled for a cab and when it came near, the licence plate said "fresh" and it had dice in the mirror. If anything I could say that this cab was rare, but I thought "Nah, forget it", "Yo homes, to Bel Air!"
I pulled up to a house about seven or eight, and I yelled to the cabbie "Yo homes, smell ya later!". Looked at my kingdom, I was finally there, to sit on my throne as the prince of Bel Air.