Yes, and a book called Brontomek! from the mid 70s (by Michael Coney) had the idea as well.
And there were sailing boats in Australia in the 80s that had slots thru the hull whose sole purpose was to induce a layer of bubbles over the hull. (sorry, no photo)
Looking over your shoulder is exactly the problem with these virtual keyboards!
When my no-good, krusty, SOB, son-in-law borrows money he likes to watch as I transfer into his account. Before my bank made these things compulsory and I typed the PIN in with the real keyboard there was no way he could keep up as the little stars appeared on the screen. Now I have to use the mouse and as it goes around the screen and clicks on numbers they highlight and even his drug-addled brain can keep track. So now I have the choice, let him see my PIN or I can ask him to look the other way and prove how much I trust him...
In trying to protect against high-tech crime on my computer banks have just made it easier for low-life scum.
(OK, I don't really have a son-in-law, but if I did I am sure he would be a thieving scumbag and the above paranoia would be valid.)
(OK, maybe the above paranoia isn't valid, but the fact that I am paranoid is valid.)
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... our relationshop with IBMIt was to get the jewels back. There were many hardships and we almost gave up when we lost Elenwe...
You have forgotten Mr Bigglesworth.
I never forget a pussy... cat
Yes, and a book called Brontomek! from the mid 70s (by Michael Coney) had the idea as well. And there were sailing boats in Australia in the 80s that had slots thru the hull whose sole purpose was to induce a layer of bubbles over the hull. (sorry, no photo)
Looking over your shoulder is exactly the problem with these virtual keyboards!
When my no-good, krusty, SOB, son-in-law borrows money he likes to watch as I transfer into his account. Before my bank made these things compulsory and I typed the PIN in with the real keyboard there was no way he could keep up as the little stars appeared on the screen. Now I have to use the mouse and as it goes around the screen and clicks on numbers they highlight and even his drug-addled brain can keep track. So now I have the choice, let him see my PIN or I can ask him to look the other way and prove how much I trust him...
In trying to protect against high-tech crime on my computer banks have just made it easier for low-life scum.
(OK, I don't really have a son-in-law, but if I did I am sure he would be a thieving scumbag and the above paranoia would be valid.)
(OK, maybe the above paranoia isn't valid, but the fact that I am paranoid is valid.)
... just get Adam Quark to pick it up?
Here bee, bee, bee, bee. Here bee, bee, bee, bee.
The problem with the X on all the tabs is when you go to change tabs and you accidentally hit the X (it marks the spot of most annoyance)
There are unknown humanlike cylons in the fleet and since Starbuck can get it to fly but nobody else can then perhaps she is one of them!!!
;-)
BTW This is not an original idea - I stole it from the show
There's got to be a morning after...