People tend to react poorly when they think they're being offended.
Yes, well people tend to react even worse when they think they're being screwed by secret deals made in back rooms by people who they feel have screwed them before.
So the question becomes, whose reactions are more important? Up to this point, it's clear no one involved has given half a nanofuck about average citizens or workers.
The way this treaty is being negotiated and ratified just does not pass the smell test. It stinks from two kilometers away.
In other words, if you want people to trust you not to screw them, then you have to stop acting like Milburn fucking Drysdale and Thurston goddamn Howell the Third.
It's kind of interesting.
One of the big reasons that they thought it would be limited to 90 days is that the solar panels get covered in dust, and as that happens the amount of energy collected diminishes. They figured in about 90 days, based on previous missions to Mars, they'd be out of juice.
And...for the first 50 days or so, it was going that way. And then, a whirlwind came by, and scrubbed the rover clean. This has happened many many times since. An unexpected good fortune.
``IF THE JOB DOES NOT CONSIST MOSTLY OF DOING MATH AND REQUIRE THE WORKER TO BE LICENSED BY THE STATE, IT IS WRONG TO TITLE IT "ENGINEER!"''
You forgot the people who actually drive trains. An old friend of mine is that kind of engineer.
The argument over who should be called an "engineer" has been going on since the '70s. At least. It's only gotten worse over those 40+ years. Lately, it seems to be the job-title-enhancer of choice by employers who aren't willing to offer a higher salary. "Maybe they'll like a fancier title... We'll call them an engineer."
``I hadn't asked, we hadn't discussed the particulars of the job/my skills etc.''
The classic is when the recruiter calls about a [generic job title] position and the first thing out of the recruiter's mouth is "How much are making?" before even telling you what the job's requirements are.
...but it seems the author isn't really talking about receiving 30 job offers. I can easily imagine receiving 30 calls about job openings a month. I've gotten as many as ten calls -- not emails, calls -- in one day. Granted, several of those wind up being for the same job but those calls are not offers. They're not even a guarantee that you'll be selected for a phone screen let alone a face-to-face interview.
I started receiving office management job ads partly, I assume, because my resume contained "administrator" and "manager". The laugh-out-loud ad was for an administrative assistant. For some reason I'd also started receiving near-daily ads for legal jobs, utility jobs (I used to know the lyrics to "Wichita Lineman" but I doubt that experience counts), and transit jobs (bus driver and cabbie jobs). Idjits.
It wouldn't surprise me to, one day, receive an email for an urgent job for which my experience with "the" makes me the ideal candidate. Oh, and it'll be halfway across the state to boot. Five hour commute each way? I've actually had a few recruiters wonder why I thought that might be a bit of a problem.
The bit you're apparently not grasping is something called a spatial light modulator.
You've probably encountered one as a digital cinema projector, or possibly even own one for PowerPoint presentations.
Couple it with a microwave radar or ultrasound sonar, and you can track individual raindrops and then cast shadows on them.
Sounds unnecessarily expensive for consumer automotive, but might be nice for buses/locomotives, emergency vehicles or passenger aircraft.
I need more coffee. I read this title as "Google Launches a Marketplace To Buy Parents... " and was in the act of clicking on it before realizing my error.
As my grandpa would say, when he gave me a quarter:
"Try not to spend it all in one place."
He thought it was hilarious.
(This was circa 1975, admittedly. Back when a quarter could still buy something of value.)
That's how the internet was started and visualized.
Yeah. I know. I was there.
That has nothing to do with a moral right.
Try explaining that to some of my contemporaries...
I need control over what comes down the pipe.
I don't need a court ruling to justify that. It's my browser, my computer, my request. You're not *entitled* to send me extra shit I don't want. And I'm not *obligated* to load anything you might put on your page.
Sorry. Deal with it advertisers and click sellers. As long as I pay for an ISP subscription, that's my right: Flat rate or metered; capped or unlimited; dial-up trickle or Tier 3 deluge. It's *my* option and I'm going to exercise it.
If you want to make money or defer your costs, charge a fee or request a donation. That's your option.
Great... Next we'll be told that it's a "transportation appliance" with no user serviceable parts inside..
Next up: the sensor that attaches to your willy so you don't need to take your hand off of your joystick to control the mouse.
According to the latest official figures, 43% of all statistics are totally worthless.