Three versions of Windows 8 for the Elven-kings under the sky,
Seven System Management Apps for the Dwarf-lords in their halls of stone,
Nine Office Productivity Tools for Mortal Men doomed to die,
One XBox for the Dark Lord on his dark sharepoint site
In the Land of Redmond where the Shadows lie.
One Cloud to rule them all, One Cloud to find them,
One EULA to bring them all and in the darkness bind them
In the Land of Redmond where the Shadows lie.
If a stranger was using my outdoor hose / spigot without asking, I might have something to say about it.
- Shooting a blue portal beneath it, and an orange one above it.
- Shooting an orange portal beneath it, and a blue one above it.
I remember playing this on my CoCo2. THAT DARN ALLIGATOR ATE ME AGAIN!!!
Wait, how do you ban a public key? Search everyone's backpacks for rogue thumbdrives that may contain keys?
In the server's
(and maybe the RSAAuthentication too, I'm too lazy to really look it up)
TA-DA! The Aristocrats!
Link to Original Source
Oh you BOFH, you.
Oh, by the way, can I have some more disk space?
They were capable of pulling data, but took the ethical route instead, displaying a warning message informing attendees of the dangers of using public charging kiosks.
I think this should be made more clear in
Please talk to your doctor ASAP about starting your vaccination courses. Some can take up to 6 months to hit maximum effectiveness. I wish you good luck on your journey.
Key Words: "As a passenger"
You think they check EVERY meal cart as it's brought in by truck from some local food service contractor? What about the fuel tankers? What about the gift shop merch? As an EMPLOYEE it's probably really easy to sneak stuff in. You're part of the chain of trust, and as everyone knows, it's only as strong as the weakest link.
What do you mean, the best treatment? It better be a discussion of what best severs the spinal cord from a distance or I'll be losing faith in the CDC's ability to handle a zombie apocalypse!
Bah! I had to press - a few times or it ran like crap on my 486DX2. Most of it was green marble you spoiled whippersnapper!
Dear [Insert Name Here],
I completely sympathize with your situation, but I will not touch your computer. First off, I can't 'just take a look at it.' If I take a look, I promise that I will find things wrong with it. And then, inevitably, you'll ask me to go from 'just looking' to tweak it. Then after tweaking, full on, sleeves rolled up, virus killing, settings-changing, registry-editing, repair mode. Which is what you wanted all along, isn't it? You don't want me to take a look, you want me to fix everything that's wrong, speed it up, clean up your files and complete advanced maintenance tasks which you can't even pronounce, let alone perform properly.
It's a fifty-fifty shot on whether I can fix the computer. I'm not really dealing with 'a computer' here, what I'm dealing with is the combined stupidity of every Redmond employee and every developer, decision-maker, and contractor that worked on any piece of software on your computer. Because the thing starts up and POSTs just fine. I'm the poor sap who has to figure out what
And that's only if it's a real bug! You've probably downloaded cracks, and serial numbers (I see you've got the complete Adobe Creative Suite 5 Master Edition installed, that's only $2600, I'm sure you bought a legal license...) and oh, what's this, 13 toolbars in IE! Bonsai Buddy! Password Saver Online! I'm sure all these are totally legit, and none of them are software deliberately trying to mess up your computer. That's a whole other ballgame, not poorly designed software but maliciously designed software that will make you part of a botnet, steal your passwords and let someone watch everything you're doing in real time. I'm sure that's going to be really easy for me to clean up, because I'm an expert in the intricate, retarded, ineffective internal design of the Windows security model.
Let's even say I manage to get your computer into some semblance of working order, after five or six frustrating hours (while you watch TV and relax after your hard day at the Dress Barn.) Pray tell what will I get in return? Maybe if you're generous twenty-five, fifty bucks tops? Not even enough to fill up my gas tank. Would you do something frustrating, something you consider vile and degrading, for $5 an hour after you just got out of a long day of work making way more than that and being much less frustrated and degraded? Let's put it this way, what if I walked up to you and asked, "Hey, why don't you do my laundry? C'mon, most of the time you're not even doing anything, the machine does all the work. And make sure it's folded right! How about you scrub my floors on your hands and knees while I watch from the couch? No? OK, make me some dinner. Nothing too special, just a standard egg and cheese souffle, lobster thermadore in a white wine sauce and chocolate mousse for dessert." You'd answer "No?" Wow, what a surprise.
But besides the insulting pittance and the degradation, what I'm sure you'll give me is the blame if anything ever goes wrong with anything on your computer from now until eternity. (About that dinner, don't worry, I'll buy the parts, er.., ingredients. But I'll blame you if you break a dish or the stove goes out two months later.) Because I messed with it. That's because nothing ever breaks, everything is forever and entropy is just a made-up word. (Who am I kidding, you don't know what entropy is.) That's my thanks for fixing the computer.
On second though, how about I don't fix it and I save myself a huge fscking headache and you keep your fifty bucks?