Sometime around 1995 I stopped allowing ads. It was a weird yellow thing that sat in the system tray and worked like a proxy and you could wild-card, domain block, and even block by the standard sizes. It was like five bucks for life. I have no idea what it was called - a lot of people have tried to help me remember the name. It was not Proximitron or AdMuncher.
Hmm... That's like 20 years since I've seen an add on my own computers. If I touch another persons computer, I ask first, and then I install software to prevent ads from being shown. Sadly, it's a required step in layered security.
That one seems unlikely. In fact, I had one guy who was determined to downvote every post I made. Meta-moderation made it so he went to three points to no points. I don't know if he's earned any karma back but you can rest assured that I say anything I want and exactly what I want to say on this site. Joke 'em if they can't take a fuck.
I said it, I own it, and I accept the repercussions. I hardly even post AC and I ID myself when I do. Fuck 'em. Someone likes what I have to say - I've held the highest karma ranking possible for years, even with concerted efforts to change that.
In an earlier life, I can confess to personally being responsible for giving Sun MILLIONS of dollars over time. Truly, millions. (We even had their workstations for a long while.) Oracle may own them but I *hope* they're gonna be around for a while to come.
I don't know. When I was a wee little idiot, I misspelled one of my middle names over and over again - the teachers actually thought it was "Luck" instead of "Luke." Of course, I was in very early elementary school.
Thank you for putting it so succinctly, I was having issues figuring out if he thought he'd done something new, or even novel.:/ Fortunately, everyone left for the morning so I can sneak out and get some computer time. (Pneumonia.)
I designed and even helped build my home. It's a little embarrassing so I shan't share the size (it's huge) but it's an open ceiling, two floor, with basement, envelope house in salt-box style. I ran conduit in all the wall (PVC pipe) but I wish I'd run an overhead channel - it'd save some fishing. At any rate, even though my home is way out in the middle of nowhere, I still don't use wireless much.
Hah! I know who he is. I even met with him a couple of times. I was an Applied Mathematic student and went to see a few of his lectures and a couple of his talks. Conway, I think he's still alive, is pretty damned smart.
That's one of the reasons that I don't donate to them. I do donate, heavily, to Heifer International and Red Cross to name a couple. It's unfortunate they don't get anything from me - as I clear the 6 digit mark almost every year - I usually do more include a couple of trusts and a couple of corporations.
Yes, yes I pay my taxes. This year, if my account is correct (and she always is, it has been very lucrative which my in the 8 club. I was doing good until I want on wanderlust. I am really not that fond of Amnesty International. My reasoning might be a bit different than your reason.
Pardon the disjointed post. I've not posted much lately. Today, I was diagnosed with pneumonia. Yippie.
It's funny how that is. There's a huge paradigm shift and I honestly don't think the NRA is helping. See, I support mandatory training for anything >.221 and any shot larger than 410. I commend you for putting your rifle away when your eyesight got poor. Maybe you can visit a range? I own some obscenely strong optics and a Barrett. Just so long as you're pointed the right direction, we should be all good.
This may sound strange but i just recently had three Slashdotters and their families show for an open invite NYE party. In short, if you want a safe place and a huge array of choices (probably about 1200 but they keep mating so I never know exactly how many I have) then swing up to Maine sometime. It's all free including food and housing.;-)
That said, I have to end this quick. I have pneumonia and it was just diagnosed today. (Note the lack of novellas for the past week.) If the missus catches me, I'll get grouched at.
It takes two wind turbines and about 7200ft^2 but I can run a *very* large house, complete with a server room and network closet.
It is not cost effective so you still have a point. Technically, I push power into the grid and get credits. I can use, save, sell, or trade those credits. Once I've gone a whole year with my current configuration - I'll be donating them to a local elementary school. They're evil bastards who somehow con me into shit. They send me cards, Valentines' Day cards, and make me awful cookies. I also have to go listen to them sing, watch them act, and hear their "music." If I hear Ode To Joy one more time....
Actually, I sat in with the little kiddies and did Ode To Joy and Silent Night on an acoustic guitar with only a little bit of mic involved. I pretend I hate it but, being retired, it's something I've come to enjoy.
Now to get rid of pneumonia, I just got diagnosed today and it explains where I've been all week, for the most part. Even typing this is damned annoying.
You're right out of your fucking mind. I was setting up tracking systems back when you were playing Nintendo - maybe PS. Probably not PS 2. You have enough unique identifiers to use those nifty cameras. It has about a 3% failure rate in 2008. I assume it has improved since I sold. Why do we track? Well, we want to put the best bargains in front of you. If enough people do not follow the "proper flow" then we redesign the layout.
As someone who has modeled pedestrian traffic, specifically for retail outlets - including stores. Well, you get things optimized and more easily found. Of course, you're rooted through the store like cattle. Ever notice how almost everyone goes in the same direction and the people who don't go the "right" way get ugly looks. There's a reason for that but, alas, I'm too ill to explain it and, frankly, I don't like you that much.
Hmm... They said this Prednizone (sp) would make me grumpy. They're right. So, seeing as I have a perfectly fine excuse - fuck you. (Don't take it personal.)
Oh? I hate to do it but it is inactive Marine Not "was a Marine."
Yeah, I hate it too. Sometimes, just to piss off some friends, I'll call myself a former Marine. That's always good for a tussle.
Anyhow, found out why I'm sick. I have pneumonia. It would appear that I have probably had it for some time.
At any rate... What was your MOS? I spent eight years. The first was 0311 for about half. Then I switched to 3531 which spanned my re-up, per "guarantee" and finished out my tranquil days as 5814 which mostly meant that I often "volunteered" to transport inmates - notice the 3531. I did a/lot/ of training with 5616.
I had loads of fun, blow up all sorts of shit, and generally made buddies that will last forever. The funny thing is, well, I was able to experience combat and every rotten crotch Mary, apple pie, or fucking idiot with a fake as USMC license plate rack thinks I fought for them. Fucking idiots. I fought because the kid next to me had a whole in his fucking arm and was still returning fire. I fought for the dumb bastard beside me yelling, "Come get me you fags!" I did not like it, no, not one bit.
Semper Fi and you're not always a dick. That's as nice as I'm prepared to be. If the missus or my housekeeper catch me out here typing then I'm in trouble so I have to make this quick. I'm grateful for the Marines, they paid me to go to school, I had to re-up in order to get my PhD but I had a hell of a good time.
If it matters, and it should not, then you've a piddling amount of money and will be broke within five years. I'd offer to give you some suggestions but your attitude indicates you'd not listen and that it would be a waste of my time. Also, I didn't inherit mine, I earned it by selling my company. I will give you to important tips. Hire two accountants and a lawyer before you do a damned thing. Also, look into the various types of corporations and trusts.
Want to hear a funny one? I have so many firearms, including two classed arms (namely an M22 - Chinese AK47 and an M14) both of which are capable of fully automatic firing. I have a full room, about 20' x 20' surrounded by reinforced concrete in my basement. That room has a special steel door built into it, the frame itself is not just embedded into the concrete but has extensions that embed the frame further into that concrete. The lock operates a large pin at the top and two places on the side.
Inside that room, two full sided are lined with safes. Inside each of those safes are a bunch of firearms. In the rear is are stacks, whole cases, of rounds (you might call them bullets) so we'll settle on ammunition. I have case, after case, after case - pallets of ammunition. I do, in fact, own a pallet jack. I have so much ammunition that would be "holy shit" moment for the BATFE, or those who would think I'm a danger.
Inside that room are safes. You need a key to get into the room and then you need to know how to open the safes. The safes are bolted into the floor and into the wall. Inside those safes are more firearms than I actually know about. A low-ball estimate would be about 1200 but I'm rather certain that there are more. I think they must be mating because every time I look, I find one that I don't actually remember buying.
I say that to say this: I abhor the NRA. I don't mind, and I am grateful, for some of the things they have done. But, they've gone off the deep end in the past twenty years. I'm an aficionado, not a nut. I am in favor of reasonable regulation, honest-effort enforcement, and enforced safety certifications - with repeats as needed.
Let's face it, I own some damned dangerous firearms. I can arm, equip, and form quite a group of angry people. It pains me to say this but when you get to a collection this size (two of my firearms must be accounted for 24/7 - on a moments notice, the two mentioned above) they, the government, probably ought to know that I have this collection.
Of course, at the opposite end of the spectrum, I feel I should be allowed to own any military weapon not classified as a weapon of mass destruction. Why? I like things that go boom. I love blasting the hell out of innocent bits of paper and other inanimate objects. I don't see any harm in that, in and of itself. I can even make a Constitutional argument to support my view.
But no, I hate the NRA. They make it impossible to have a real, productive, conversation about responsible firearm ownership.
Now back to the point...
I served 8 years enlisted in the Marines. Part of that time was at Camp Lejeune. While I was there, Oliver North and his immediate family were kept there under protective custody because of the many death threats they received. I hate the man. I do not accept, "I was following orders." I understand it. I do not accept it. I met the man, he was broken at the time, and it's sad. You can tell a Marine by how they carry themselves, it's a casual, alert, but prepared walk - you see it with high level martial artists, special forces soldiers, and from people who have been in the shit for too long. Him? He walked like the guy with the proverbial 1000 yard stare. Gone, lifeless, and broken.
Is that unfair, I don't know - you tell me. I'm too close to the subject matter to be objective. He knowingly facilitated, he had to know it was wrong, and he did it anyways. But, he was still given his DD214, his convictions were vacated, and he was (more or less) a scapegoat - even if he holds some partial guilt
Maynge year ago, I'd used Unix (from IBM as I recall.) We didn't have much cooling so the place smelled of onions, which we wore on our bets at the time.
Eventually, I graduated with a PHP in Applied Mathematic (math for retards.) But I eventually noted a book, and older tome, where subject matter still had tnformattion for horse travel. And I learned that such book had been the goto book.
So, I decided on this and went to work begging every still project of figuring out what the actual restless.
Please allow me to finish...
We did "traffic modeling on a computer Unlike the other companies - we actually collected data. Pedestrian and Vehicles. Thad data was pushed to a bunch of server that were clustered and made beep nose. Again, costly SUN.
I guess it's time to revel that I was a MSP (Shell/IE/OE).
As a lark, and as goal install over everything. Yup. The only window device that I own is my mobile. It's not as hard as it seems, just look at like it isn't Winows
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Sometime around 1995 I stopped allowing ads. It was a weird yellow thing that sat in the system tray and worked like a proxy and you could wild-card, domain block, and even block by the standard sizes. It was like five bucks for life. I have no idea what it was called - a lot of people have tried to help me remember the name. It was not Proximitron or AdMuncher.
Hmm... That's like 20 years since I've seen an add on my own computers. If I touch another persons computer, I ask first, and then I install software to prevent ads from being shown. Sadly, it's a required step in layered security.
That one seems unlikely. In fact, I had one guy who was determined to downvote every post I made. Meta-moderation made it so he went to three points to no points. I don't know if he's earned any karma back but you can rest assured that I say anything I want and exactly what I want to say on this site. Joke 'em if they can't take a fuck.
I said it, I own it, and I accept the repercussions. I hardly even post AC and I ID myself when I do. Fuck 'em. Someone likes what I have to say - I've held the highest karma ranking possible for years, even with concerted efforts to change that.
I'd say, hold on to some old hardware. If for no other reason than just to have it on hand - in case.
In an earlier life, I can confess to personally being responsible for giving Sun MILLIONS of dollars over time. Truly, millions. (We even had their workstations for a long while.) Oracle may own them but I *hope* they're gonna be around for a while to come.
Hmm... Careful rereading of my posts doesn't reveal them. Care to educate me?
I don't know. When I was a wee little idiot, I misspelled one of my middle names over and over again - the teachers actually thought it was "Luck" instead of "Luke." Of course, I was in very early elementary school.
I don't think I've ever called you an idiot before. Well, there's a first time for most anything. Idiot.
Seriously, we take terrorism pretty damned serious these days - regardless of the source. Also, what's 1288 mean?
This. Had a non-Muslim done this then it would have been the same result.
Thank you for putting it so succinctly, I was having issues figuring out if he thought he'd done something new, or even novel. :/ Fortunately, everyone left for the morning so I can sneak out and get some computer time. (Pneumonia.)
I designed and even helped build my home. It's a little embarrassing so I shan't share the size (it's huge) but it's an open ceiling, two floor, with basement, envelope house in salt-box style. I ran conduit in all the wall (PVC pipe) but I wish I'd run an overhead channel - it'd save some fishing. At any rate, even though my home is way out in the middle of nowhere, I still don't use wireless much.
Hah! I know who he is. I even met with him a couple of times. I was an Applied Mathematic student and went to see a few of his lectures and a couple of his talks. Conway, I think he's still alive, is pretty damned smart.
It's Ubuntu. I'll try one and then by as many as another half dozen for me and 64 of them tor the elementary school in the village.
That's one of the reasons that I don't donate to them. I do donate, heavily, to Heifer International and Red Cross to name a couple. It's unfortunate they don't get anything from me - as I clear the 6 digit mark almost every year - I usually do more include a couple of trusts and a couple of corporations.
Yes, yes I pay my taxes. This year, if my account is correct (and she always is, it has been very lucrative which my in the 8 club. I was doing good until I want on wanderlust. I am really not that fond of Amnesty International. My reasoning might be a bit different than your reason.
Pardon the disjointed post. I've not posted much lately. Today, I was diagnosed with pneumonia. Yippie.
Don't use that. A direct translation is all of us are ugly.
It's funny how that is. There's a huge paradigm shift and I honestly don't think the NRA is helping. See, I support mandatory training for anything >.221 and any shot larger than 410. I commend you for putting your rifle away when your eyesight got poor. Maybe you can visit a range? I own some obscenely strong optics and a Barrett. Just so long as you're pointed the right direction, we should be all good.
This may sound strange but i just recently had three Slashdotters and their families show for an open invite NYE party. In short, if you want a safe place and a huge array of choices (probably about 1200 but they keep mating so I never know exactly how many I have) then swing up to Maine sometime. It's all free including food and housing. ;-)
That said, I have to end this quick. I have pneumonia and it was just diagnosed today. (Note the lack of novellas for the past week.) If the missus catches me, I'll get grouched at.
It takes two wind turbines and about 7200ft^2 but I can run a *very* large house, complete with a server room and network closet.
It is not cost effective so you still have a point. Technically, I push power into the grid and get credits. I can use, save, sell, or trade those credits. Once I've gone a whole year with my current configuration - I'll be donating them to a local elementary school. They're evil bastards who somehow con me into shit. They send me cards, Valentines' Day cards, and make me awful cookies. I also have to go listen to them sing, watch them act, and hear their "music." If I hear Ode To Joy one more time....
Actually, I sat in with the little kiddies and did Ode To Joy and Silent Night on an acoustic guitar with only a little bit of mic involved. I pretend I hate it but, being retired, it's something I've come to enjoy.
Now to get rid of pneumonia, I just got diagnosed today and it explains where I've been all week, for the most part. Even typing this is damned annoying.
Eternal September.
You're right out of your fucking mind. I was setting up tracking systems back when you were playing Nintendo - maybe PS. Probably not PS 2. You have enough unique identifiers to use those nifty cameras. It has about a 3% failure rate in 2008. I assume it has improved since I sold. Why do we track? Well, we want to put the best bargains in front of you. If enough people do not follow the "proper flow" then we redesign the layout.
As someone who has modeled pedestrian traffic, specifically for retail outlets - including stores. Well, you get things optimized and more easily found. Of course, you're rooted through the store like cattle. Ever notice how almost everyone goes in the same direction and the people who don't go the "right" way get ugly looks. There's a reason for that but, alas, I'm too ill to explain it and, frankly, I don't like you that much.
Hmm... They said this Prednizone (sp) would make me grumpy. They're right. So, seeing as I have a perfectly fine excuse - fuck you. (Don't take it personal.)
Well, I fucked that one up. The FFL typically speak highly of the USMC - in case you're curious.
Oh? I hate to do it but it is inactive Marine Not "was a Marine."
Yeah, I hate it too. Sometimes, just to piss off some friends, I'll call myself a former Marine. That's always good for a tussle.
Anyhow, found out why I'm sick. I have pneumonia. It would appear that I have probably had it for some time.
At any rate... What was your MOS? I spent eight years. The first was 0311 for about half. Then I switched to 3531 which spanned my re-up, per "guarantee" and finished out my tranquil days as 5814 which mostly meant that I often "volunteered" to transport inmates - notice the 3531. I did a /lot/ of training with 5616.
I had loads of fun, blow up all sorts of shit, and generally made buddies that will last forever. The funny thing is, well, I was able to experience combat and every rotten crotch Mary, apple pie, or fucking idiot with a fake as USMC license plate rack thinks I fought for them. Fucking idiots. I fought because the kid next to me had a whole in his fucking arm and was still returning fire. I fought for the dumb bastard beside me yelling, "Come get me you fags!" I did not like it, no, not one bit.
Semper Fi and you're not always a dick. That's as nice as I'm prepared to be. If the missus or my housekeeper catch me out here typing then I'm in trouble so I have to make this quick. I'm grateful for the Marines, they paid me to go to school, I had to re-up in order to get my PhD but I had a hell of a good time.
If it matters, and it should not, then you've a piddling amount of money and will be broke within five years. I'd offer to give you some suggestions but your attitude indicates you'd not listen and that it would be a waste of my time. Also, I didn't inherit mine, I earned it by selling my company. I will give you to important tips. Hire two accountants and a lawyer before you do a damned thing. Also, look into the various types of corporations and trusts.
Want to hear a funny one? I have so many firearms, including two classed arms (namely an M22 - Chinese AK47 and an M14) both of which are capable of fully automatic firing. I have a full room, about 20' x 20' surrounded by reinforced concrete in my basement. That room has a special steel door built into it, the frame itself is not just embedded into the concrete but has extensions that embed the frame further into that concrete. The lock operates a large pin at the top and two places on the side.
Inside that room, two full sided are lined with safes. Inside each of those safes are a bunch of firearms. In the rear is are stacks, whole cases, of rounds (you might call them bullets) so we'll settle on ammunition. I have case, after case, after case - pallets of ammunition. I do, in fact, own a pallet jack. I have so much ammunition that would be "holy shit" moment for the BATFE, or those who would think I'm a danger.
Inside that room are safes. You need a key to get into the room and then you need to know how to open the safes. The safes are bolted into the floor and into the wall. Inside those safes are more firearms than I actually know about. A low-ball estimate would be about 1200 but I'm rather certain that there are more. I think they must be mating because every time I look, I find one that I don't actually remember buying.
I say that to say this: I abhor the NRA. I don't mind, and I am grateful, for some of the things they have done. But, they've gone off the deep end in the past twenty years. I'm an aficionado, not a nut. I am in favor of reasonable regulation, honest-effort enforcement, and enforced safety certifications - with repeats as needed.
Let's face it, I own some damned dangerous firearms. I can arm, equip, and form quite a group of angry people. It pains me to say this but when you get to a collection this size (two of my firearms must be accounted for 24/7 - on a moments notice, the two mentioned above) they, the government, probably ought to know that I have this collection.
Of course, at the opposite end of the spectrum, I feel I should be allowed to own any military weapon not classified as a weapon of mass destruction. Why? I like things that go boom. I love blasting the hell out of innocent bits of paper and other inanimate objects. I don't see any harm in that, in and of itself. I can even make a Constitutional argument to support my view.
But no, I hate the NRA. They make it impossible to have a real, productive, conversation about responsible firearm ownership.
Now back to the point...
I served 8 years enlisted in the Marines. Part of that time was at Camp Lejeune. While I was there, Oliver North and his immediate family were kept there under protective custody because of the many death threats they received. I hate the man. I do not accept, "I was following orders." I understand it. I do not accept it. I met the man, he was broken at the time, and it's sad. You can tell a Marine by how they carry themselves, it's a casual, alert, but prepared walk - you see it with high level martial artists, special forces soldiers, and from people who have been in the shit for too long. Him? He walked like the guy with the proverbial 1000 yard stare. Gone, lifeless, and broken.
Is that unfair, I don't know - you tell me. I'm too close to the subject matter to be objective. He knowingly facilitated, he had to know it was wrong, and he did it anyways. But, he was still given his DD214, his convictions were vacated, and he was (more or less) a scapegoat - even if he holds some partial guilt
I've Granpa story you.
Maynge year ago, I'd used Unix (from IBM as I recall.) We didn't have much cooling so the place smelled of onions, which we wore on our bets at the time.
Eventually, I graduated with a PHP in Applied Mathematic (math for retards.) But I eventually noted a book, and older tome, where subject matter still had tnformattion for horse travel. And I learned that such book had been the goto book.
So, I decided on this and went to work begging every still project of figuring out what the actual restless.
Please allow me to finish...
We did "traffic modeling on a computer Unlike the other companies - we actually collected data. Pedestrian and Vehicles. Thad data was pushed to a bunch of server that were clustered and made beep nose. Again, costly SUN.
I guess it's time to revel that I was a MSP (Shell/IE/OE).
As a lark, and as goal install over everything. Yup. The only window device that I own is my mobile. It's not as hard as it seems, just look at like it isn't Winows
Or, keep doing what you are doing.
You know what might be worse? When you've got gobs of money, 100 unfinished projects, and will probably never finish any of them.