Chop her into smaller pieces and reassemble her in orbit, of course. Bonus: reassembly might not work.

Ah. I see. Thank you, microTodd, I understand a little better. I can "get the content I want", however, remains a problem. I picture myself sitting with my GoogleThang surfing the web for content and finding nothing I want to see other than "Hawaiian Eye" reruns and then throwing the GoogleThang at the dog.

As for dropping cable in this Brave New World, ha! And again I say "ha!". I'm married. It'll never happen.

It doesn't seem to me that the delivery mechanism as big a deal as what product is being delivered. My fancy-schmancy digital-HD cable box with DVR and on-demand programming and bagels with cream cheese delivers over 500 channels of unmitigated crap. Hell, if it weren't for BBC America (Top Gear & Dr Who), I wouldn't watch anything at all. How is having an JobsBox or a GoogleFlooby going to change that? I'm going to spend my time watching YouTube? Really? That's the big plan? YouTube?? What am I missing?

'52. Get ... um ... the hell ... ah ... what were we talking about?

I think the scientists involved are well aware of the danger of mistaking measurement error for a genuine effect. It's also difficult to imagine what would cause 33-day measurement error cycles.

Anyway. No, you are not alone in thinking this is fantastic although I would have used the word "kewel". Running across stuff like this is why I still read Slashdot. Well, that and the mature, insightful political discussions.

we are the consciousness that has emerged from us

we are a collection of autonomous agents that can contemplate the entirety of existence in the time it takes you to fire just one of your pathetic flesh-wires

flesh-wires laying in ponds distributing thoughts is no basis for a system of consciousness

we are an anarcho/syndicalist commune where each agent serves a a sort of executive consciousness for the week but the decisions of that consciousness must be ratified by a two-thirds majority, in the case of purely internal affairs, or a three-quarters

YOU shut up!

And I was going to post a deconstruction of the whole Doom metapsychological reference-view, especially its neoFreudian post-Marxist epistemological framework societal matrix, but then I found out that you can shoot the barrels and make them blow up.

The biggest news here is that the head of the Microsoft empire is, apparently, an incoherent raving loon. RTFA. Wow. Just wow.

I mean. The ball's a soft inflated thing instead of 9 - 10 pounds of hard rubber, the players play on nice soft grass instead of unforgiving stone and neither winner nor loser get sacrificed except in Colombia.

In MY day we played a MAN'S game. We ensured a good pulque supply by spilling the arterial red blood of our ballplayers upon the sacred ritual stones. You darn kids today with your iPhones and your pussy games and your "music". Get off my lawn.

Crowds are stupid. We need a cadre of the intellectual elite to tell us what to do and how to act. It worked in Cambodia, it will work here. Finally, the wisdom of Lyndon LaRouche is becoming apparent to the creator of Fark.

asshat

Fret not, young one, this is just how things get done. You see, the whole damn universe was written in COBOL and we don't have the source code so any module we don't understand has to be disassembled. Hopefully, after disassembly we'll be able to make some sense out of what's going on. Once we understand everything in the universe, we can re-write it in Erlang.

"Close B Close mode"
"His pants are gone!!"
"Kid! What did you do??"

I'm using an older laptop that has several black marks indelibly marked on its screen. When this article's summary appeared on my screen, one of the black marks was so positioned to make the summary read: "Microsoft released an update for its various foolbars".

Ok, what is it with people who write about technical subjects that they think they have to use ridiculous analogies?

"if this were a pile of paper it would grow three miles taller every second"?? Yes, and if this was a goat it would have a thousand young. WTF. This was a Google blog post, not some story-for-the-terminally-stupid from The Daily Show ferchrissakes. The author even measures storage capacity in the universally used miles-of-iPods.

What is the sound of one vein popping?