Hmm ...
I suspect that some of electrical installations I have seen are based on the Seaview from Voyage to the Bottom of the Sea.
All they needed were some extras doing the rock-and-roll as fuses exploded in showers of sparks.
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I suspect that some of electrical installations I have seen are based on the Seaview from Voyage to the Bottom of the Sea.
All they needed were some extras doing the rock-and-roll as fuses exploded in showers of sparks.
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I can't imagine that anyone in authority would misuse this data. I mean knowing where people were and who they met has no possible other use to anyone.
You might as well suggest that the Parks Department would use anti-terrorist legislation to check on dog-walkers.
I also wonder what will happen when the first person who uses the app gets Covid-19 from a contact, without the app alerting them ?
My guess is "lawyers".
I have never seen an engineer in a purple haze, but I have seen them turn a whiter shade of pale.
I was part of a QA team testing an office machine that was about to be launched. We discovered it was simple to run the machine with the safety covers open. The chief engineer of the project said this was "absolutely impossible" and that we had made a mistake.
We gathered them around the test machine and opened all the safety covers - the machine stopped and the engineer smiled.
We left the doors open and cycled the power - the machine started and the engineer went white as a sheet.
Many years ago I got called out to a mysterious issue that was bringing down a workshop's servers every Monday morning at about 08:30.
Systems were checked; cables replaced; even one of the power supplies changed, all to no effect. The environment was checked and it was established that nothing out of the ordinary was happening at that time.
Eventually it was decided that I had to go and spend a Monday morning on site to try and catch it red handed. For the first hour everything worked normally and then silence. After a few moments the servers came back to life and started rebooting.
It turned out that the workshop used a lot of air tools and had a huge compressor tucked away in a shed outside. Usually this cut in and out throughout the day with no difficulty to keep the air reservoirs topped up.
Over the weekend the ancient grease in the compressor's bearings essentially set, stalling its electric motor until it overcame this resistance, and stirred the grease back to a normal thickness - which it maintained until the next weekend.
During this period the supply voltage on that one, somewhat flaky, circuit dropped to about 30V, and needless to say, the servers were on the same electrical circuit.
My boss quoted for a complex solution involving UPS and the like, but the workshop simply oiled the compressor instead ...
Presumably an advantage of the "space tug" approach over refuelling, is that it can be used where the satellite's propulsion or alignment system has failed for a reason other than fuel, such as reaction wheels stopping.
Given that the tug does not need any sort of cooperation from its target, it could also potentially move (or de-orbit) dead satellites that didn't get to a graveyard orbit.
"... The ‘copter is equipped with cameras, too, so hopefully we’ll get some fabulous footage! ..."
I expect the Space Police will also use it to check that the Martians are social-distancing correctly.
My coat? It's the one with the Illudium Q-36 Explosive Space Modulator in a pocket.
"... Bose said that downgrading firmware can "create unexpected behavior in a product and negatively impact or reduce functionality" ..."
I would have thought that, unless the update blew firmware fuses or the like, restoring a product's original firmware would return the product to what the customer originally bought.
The concept that returning the original firmware would reduce the original functionality is puzzling to say the least.
"... burned her as a witch ..."
Alternatively the pandemic would be seen as a punishment sent by some deity for the unacceptable behaviour of the population at large.
Such visitations could be countered either by the villagers undertaking some farcical aquatic ceremony, or in the case of high-ranking members of society, showering endowments on to the local priests and their church.
The outcome was generally the same.
Smarter people would however send the local priests to intervene on their behalf ...
"Look I think it would be better if you went and had a word with Thor yourselves as you keep telling us he listens to you. The top of the sacred mountain looks like an ideal venue for this - the storm clouds are already gathering there. The rest of us will watch you from down here.
Oh and don't forget to take your ceremonial twenty-foot bronze spears of office with you."
"... a problem in a few weeks that necessitated a return visit ..."
Life can be so hard when you get these important clients in exotic locations with their constant problems. Sometimes they even become convinced that you are the only person who understands the thing, and insist that you come and fix it in person.
Just make sure that if the boss goes, he does get booked into the hotel with drug dealers in the lobby...
I was once in a videoconference connecting our development team with the outsourcer's opposite numbers. The PHB, as was his way, led the meeting and asked all the questions, only consulting us when there was something technical to clear up. The outsourcer's team dutifully gave their answers and the boss carefully wrote them down. When the link was over, the boss asked us if we had anything to add.
One developer raised his hand and said "It seems they don't expect to deliver any of the outsourced modules on time, and have not even started working on some of them. They also don't want us to find out about this". The boss looked annoyed and asked what made him think that.
My colleague replied, "The whiteboards on the wall behind them contain notes from their pre-conference meeting. They either forgot to wipe them, or assumed that nobody here would be able to understand them. They were wrong - that is my first language".
When I was a kid it was generally believed that by the year 2000, going into space would be routine. The comics I read (Eagle, Look and Learn, etc.) regularly featured cut-away drawings of atomic rocket-ships, space-stations and "Moon Hotels".
I can't help feeling something went wrong somewhere ...
"... spaghetti tree ..."
You are Richard Dimbleby and I claim my five pounds of Parmasan cheese.
The name "Brice Brewington" sounds like a supporting character from a black and white Saturday serial. So with apologies:
"Remember Snowy the enemy will never stop trying to gain superiority from us."
"But the virus, Brice."
"Steady now man, It's critical we continue our mission during these trying times."
"Yes Sir."
"Good man. You know the motto of the Fourth - 'There's no pandemic in space.'"
"... The police are getting very bored ..."
Especially those doing the facial recognition trials ...
"And why, Constable Savage, are we holding Mr Cudogo this time?"
"He's a villain Ma'am. I arrested him for wearing a mask in a public place, and moving in a suspicious manner."
"A suspicious manner, Savage?"
"Yes Ma'am, as though he was trying to avoid people."
"I'm taking you off 'face recognition' and transferring you to 'drones', Savage."
"Thank you, Ma'am."
Aside from being an awesome band name, "Quasar Tsunamis" is definitely the sort of thing that Ming the Merciless would have on his console.
Ming: "Klytus, I'm bored. What plaything can you offer me today?"
Klytus: "An obscure body in the S-K system, Your Majesty. The inhabitants refer to it as the planet Earth".
RIP Max von Sydow
Surely somebody in the Post Office should have realised that the allegations just didn't make sense. You may get one or two "bad apples", but 550+?
Perhaps the corporate line of "they're all thieves" was easier to believe, (and far less career-limiting), than their own fallibility.
A few years ago, somebody on the accounting side of a courier company decided to try and establish how fuel-efficient their vehicle fleet was.
The records from the company's fuel pumps were matched against vehicle mileage and when the results were examined it turned out that several vehicles from one depot had significantly poorer fuel efficiency.
Somebody high up in the company decided that the only possible explanation was that the depot's drivers were syphoning fuel from the company vehicles for their own use. A list of the people responsible was compiled and legal proceedings prepared, but when the Depot Manager* was notified she refused to believe the allegations and insisted on having the fuel pumps tested.
One pump was found to be dispensing only about 70% of the recorded fuel. The legal action stopped instantly and the allegations vanished without trace.
As she put it; "I could believe that one or two drivers were on the fiddle, but two dozen? That just didn't make sense."
* A cousin of mine.
“During routine administrative maintenance of our Key Management Facility on 11 February, we identified an equipment malfunction,”
Translation: The Post-It note on the bottom of a desk drawer came off and disappeared into the nozzle of a vacuum cleaner before anyone noticed.
"We understand, however, that following an emergency meeting on Wednesday, the issue should be fixed by Friday, and the ceremony has now been moved to Saturday."
Translation: There are only two dozen more bin bags and the compactor to search.
And beer, don't forget the beer to buffer your system...
Ford: “You’d better be prepared for the jump into hyperspace. It’s unpleasantly like being drunk.”
Arthur: “What’s so unpleasant about being drunk?”
Ford: “You ask a glass of water.”
BTW 22:30 UTC on Sunday, 8 March 2020 will mark exactly 42 years since "The Hitchhiker's Guide to the Galaxy" was first broadcast - have your towel ready...
... Beck described the aerodynamic forces involved as akin to "perching three elephants atop the Electron stack" ...
Would those be African or Indian elephants? Either way I would like to see this claim tested:
"OK, are we all ready? ... Right - Dumbo you're first".
"Good boy, steady now ... You're next Nellie"
[Creak] "Er ... slowly does it, girl ... OK - and finally Jumbo"
[Creak] "Gently now"
[CREAK] "Looks like it's working"
[CRACK] "Oops" [Trumpeting] ... [THUD] [THUD] [THUD]
"[sigh] You'd better call the vet again, Ethel."
" ... and tell Beck we need more struts."
I was once presented with a Dell PC that wouldn't boot and had a strange sweet, oily smell.
It turned out that "a friend" had told the owner that it wouldn't boot because the hard disk was sticking.
The owner had therefore sprayed WD-40 into every opening in the machine's case to "free it up".
The PC actually survived this treatment and a small amount of ... er ... gentle tapping on the hard drive, restored it long enough to extract the data.