They'll have to fund their own fare to the interview...
6843 posts • joined 11 Sep 2009
Made me think...
"Good... soon our army will be complete and we will wipe the Jedi scum from the gala... Wha...? You want me to sign this requisition for 18,000 sets of white battle armour? Oh, Ok... That's quite expensive, isn't it. And this one is for ... ? High precision blasters? Daylight robbery that is! Far too much. Isn't there a cheaper low precision version we could get instead? And no, I don't want an extended warranty with the tie-fighters."
Swamping the other legal team during disclosure is an unfortunate and ever more common strategy now. As we get more and more litigious, they'll be looking for smaller and smaller needles e.g. that one internal Samsung email in amongst 20,000,000 that says "Hey! Have you seen the new iDevice? Rounded corners look cool, don't you think?"...
It's an increasingly sad world we live in.
We'll see what comes of it.
I have to say that my immediate concerns on seeing the fire were
(1) Thank God I took my daughter (aged 6) to school already and she's not still here (I'd taken her to see the cool stuff in the morning).
(2) Fuck! I hope my boss doesn't get incinerated. I think that's a sackable offence, and it wouldn't look good on my CV.
(3) I wonder if that's the ONLY full-sized model of the Alien Queen that they made. Christ, if that gets destroyed by fire I'm in the shit. We'd never get that out in time if the building goes up.
I was once (2002) demoing the ISDN video calling system between remote sites of the college where I worked. Steerable cameras, zoom, multi-way calling, the lot. I was located up at a certain film studio which has now become incredibly famous thanks to a certain series of films about a wannabe wizard. The catering was being provided by the catering students from another campus, entertainment by the performing arts students. We had the mayor, a handful of MPs, a cabinet minister, loads of local business heads, many local headteachers etc. The whole of the training studios (a repurposed WW2 RAF officer's club) had been decked out with film props - mother Alien and auto guns, a squad of stormtroopers and Lord Vader, R2D2 & C3P0, the robot from Judge Dredd, the Aliens drop tank (totally awesome by the way, but f***ing uncomfortable to ride in). Anyway, I'm linked up to the main campus and another satellite campus, and the guys at the other end are panning around my cameras looking at all the cool stuff.
"Woah!" One said. "I'm surprised they let you have a pyro license."
"Huh? We didn't ask for one, I don't think."
"Well then the kitchen's on fire."
I looked behind me and sure enough, with 5 minutes to curtain, a deep fat fryer had developed a stuck thermostat and gone up like a rocket. Flames licking the ceiling, we had to rip out as many tea towels and fire blankets as we could find and smother the bastard. Tried dry powder layered in the tea towels and CO2 extinguishers to cool it down as well, but the bastard wouldn't go out. Burnt through six damp tea towels. You wouldn't believe how much energy must have been in that thing. It was covered in so many tea towels in the end it looked like an Arab trying to keep warm in the Arctic. Eventually we got the sodding thing under control just as the curtain went up, and managed to carry the table and the fryer outside where it could burn itself out to its heart's content.
When I got back to the video conferencing kit, my colleagues were cracked up. They had been watching the whole affair from afar and finding it utterly hilarious, but the worst thing was that the video feed which was supposed to be of the show had been replicated to the big screens in the main hall where the rest of the student body was watching in.
No animals were harmed in the making of this drama.
I decided that I was a lemon for a couple of weeks. Kept myself amused all that time jumping in and out of a gin and tonic.
Where did you...?
Find a gin and tonic? I found a small lake that thought it was a gin and tonic, and jumped in and out of that. At least, I think it thought it was a gin and tonic.
This is a work phone, is it not? Owned by a government agency wasn't it? The county of wherever?
So... it's technically not Farook's. Why wasn't it configured so that the county could access it? Is it more of a failure of their IT procurement and deployment policies? How can they tell that the setting was set to self-destruct from looking at the last backup if they can't read that backup and get most of what they want?
Excuse me. You're not allowed to say that you're not allowed to say what you think. If you were allowed to say that you're not allowed to say what you think then people would know that you were thinking something that you aren't allowed to say, and we don't want people thinking that, do we?
But that article on the Tandy 102... and running into 80s guy on the tube this morning (douche-bag moustache, red plastic glasses, random straight-edged shapes in day-glo pattern on his baseball cap, woollen trousers flecked with coloured disco threads, bomber jacket, red Coke t-shirt, leather satchel - has anyone else seen him?)
I'm coming over all wibbly-wobbly...
You failed to apply for planning permission to convert your class C3 & C4 properties into class C1. Pay £4,000 fine per hotel and demolish them at your own expense. If you do not have the funds to pay the fine, proceed to the class C2A property at the corner of the board, without passing Go and without collecting £200.
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