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I hear the wool is extra-thick on the woolly caterpillars this year, skunk cabbage is up, and the Farmer's Almanac I haven't checked. My trick knee hurts, El Nino is back in town, and the new crop of seasonals says it's going to happen. We're gonna get nailed for sure!!
After thirty or so of 'em, the one thing I've learned about our winters is you can't predict anything more than about four days out -- I'm a dedicated NOAA watcher, there are a couple of storms lined up right now with us in their sights, but the strangest things can happen to those, they could blow to either side of us, or just dissipate or turn into high clouds that just roll by...
Now if somebody would just pay me for this expert commentary, much like the platoons or prognosticators who make their living flapping their gums about it. I'm only an amateur prognosticator, and I certainly don't enjoy it. I just feel it is my duty to share my jaded pessimism.
It's not as lonely as it looks.Please remember there is half a world behind you that you can't see, and check over your shoulder before making sudden backside turns, lest you cut off a skier going around you. Some of you guys are downright dangerous.
Microsoft actively stifled the competition by preventing Netscape browsers to be installed on their hardware. This normally jailable and heavily fineable felony conviction was accompanied by a slap on the wrist -- an order to divest companies, allow Netscape to participate, and a minor fine -- after several closed-door meetings with Congress, upon which Gates soon released his next operating system -- and substantiated rumors began to surface, about spyware and email tracking built right into his software -- how would one know, with all those indecipherable .EXE's? -- rumors proven to be true, by my ex-guru, who had to answer to the FBI when he started playing with email IP trails -- (dufuses they were; he recorded it). So Gates is spying on you for the Feds, is the bottom line of that deal. Who knows what they can see?
The good news is, Microsoft is not the center of the computing universe as Steve would have you believe. While they enjoyed their moment in the sun, and still swing a mean bat -- there are superior operating systems, Apple just to start with (Unix base) who are garnering an ever-larger market share -- and in fact the State of the Art in platforms already existed, and had for decades, before Gates ever came along with his can of worms. By then Bell Labs had already designed the essense of what was to become the Internet -- it started out as DARPA in the '50's -- Defense Advanced Research Projects Agency -- yup DEFENSE -- our government, trying to make one computer talk to another one -- first successful one between UC Berkeley and the U of Utah, if memory serves. The paradigm that developed over the decades which still controls the Internet started out with the C programming language, written by gurus Kernigan and Ritchie -- interpreted by the Unix operating system -- and dictates the many RFC's, or Request For Comments, which define every aspect of Internet protocol, email address & IP address construction, routes, blah blah collectively known as TCP/IP.
The Internet threw Gates for loops -- he had to hire a platoon of programmers away from Sun Unix just to make his crap work on the Internet. Not to count him out -- I hear his latest operating system has abandoned the dated DOS entirely -- not that I would put a drop of his software on my good machine. I've got junkers for that.
Harvey -- Didn't click your link, I waste too much time in here anyway, and it's not like I'm obsessed or anything... but now you've got me thinking: Now that we've dumped the Iron Horse white elephant -- how can we ease the housing crisis, and get rid of that empty hole... why don't we just buy Ski Time Square -- ought to be able to pick it up for dimes on the dollar -- or better yet -- just take it -- through condemnation, and Eminent Domain -- then build high-density, tax-subsidized, owner-occupied, low-income condos there, with low association fees, and the longer you've been here, the more seniority you've got.
Thought I'd float that out there, for target practice, if nothing else.
I agree Chris. I've got better things to do with my time than to counter the paranoid ranting and incoherent logic of a loudmouth blowhard or two who have nothing more constructive to do than search the forums for any excuse to belittle somebody and engage in pointless blather contests. If anybody has noticed a reduction in my own contributions lately, that is precisely the reason: Between The Posse and The Professor, one can't make even a positive comment without drawing fire from some corner. I don't need it. Let 'em stew in their own swill. They squeak the squawks if a dying ideology. Ber-nie. BER-NIE!! See you at the polls. We're gonna take our country back from the rich bastards.
Chris -- Too bad that in our short professional relationship, I never got to check out your swank digs up near Willow Creek Pass; I wanted to see that. I was always envious of the way you outfitted yourself for your own business, truck set up perfectly for the many tasks it might support, all the tools, fixtures, connections, and apparatuses necessary... had fun with your fantasy project, but God that was labor-intensive. Water under the bridge; I hope we're still friends.
You can't count me among your successful acquaintances. I still rent (albeit within an easy stumble of Party Central, and in a cozy place) my credit sucks, so I have to pay cash for my Porsches, and the last time I got in 40 hours on the clock was last winter. By the time I recovered from my broken sternum, the summer rush was over and I was lucky to get 35. I'm in the middle of 10 weeks of unemployment, but I don't feel guilty about collecting: I worked for it, it was in my taxes, and Ski Corp doesn't mind paying it, because I'm solid and I do a good job; they know they can count on me. I'm regular status there now, eligible for bennies, insurance, 401K and everything.
I didn't count how many hours I put into my own development, over 20 years, off and on, depending on several things, employment high among those... no sponsors; I scrounged everything I used, early on, and didn't pay a dime for software (open-source, baby) and nobody was there to help, nobody could, those many long dark nights when I wrestled with cyberspace, wanting to chuck it in the river and get on with life. But it pays off every now and then, and I know I've got prospects sniffing at it, it runs like a clock, and every so often it buys me a Porsche. I'm moving up there too.
But don't call me successful. I'm a have-not of the Bernie ilk, and I wouldn't mind a little reshuffling of the cards, closing some loopholes, reducing corporate subsidies, eliminating the Fed (that'll be a monumental task) educating the masses and making sure everybody is fed, housed, and has access to medical care. That's what we're after, and we can do it.
Now I will duck out of this conversation. Among our many contributors, some of the uncredited might start with Jack, Johnnie, Jim or George. Have fun with the posse!!
Hey, you implicate who you want. Your government sold out to Mao's descendants so your banks could grab property through shady deals and you could hang on to your gold. We subsidize corporations to the tune of hundreds of billions of dollars. I wouldn't mind tapping into the extreme profits they are raping off the populace and obscene salaries they pay themselves, if it will educate anybody who wants it, and house the needy.
"God is dead." -- Nietzsche
"Nietzsche is dead" -- God
Maybe it's a problem wherever you go. The rich get richer, the poor get poorer, and the gulf between them gets wider. We the taxpayer (aka Chinese) bailed out the banks, obligating generations into the future and possibly selling out our country -- with the banks now repossessing and sitting on enough vacant housing to accommodate all the homeless. It's rampant everywhere in this nation. What's wrong with this picture?
Ber-nie!! Ber-nie!! More sun!! More sun!! Ciao!! Ciao!!
Tom -- Wherever you go, there you are.
You can't run away from yourself. -- Me
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