uhm, what's left after you don't want or get any of those?

I switched wo Walmart a couple of years ago (less expensive and must faster), and pay $138/year for "inHome", which gets $35+ ordered delivered to my door WITHOUT tip (or even any way to do so). Even a mile away, that's less than the wear on my car for 2-3 deliveries a week.

get off my lawn!

[besides, I was here before the kids, but it took a while before I was willing to let it place a cookie. In those days, many of us had a folder for .cookies. Allowing cookies by site was years away.
[until that tragic morning, we simply typed in our name when we posted!}

But will it tell you how to dispose of a body when you ask?

as cool as that was, it pales in comparison with the older tricks playing tunes on an AM radio, or racing hard drives across the lab floor . . .

I recall a tale from the early days of the automotive industry.

Cadillac was being given condescending advice from European makers about what they were doing wrong, and why the domestics were outselling them.

What they were *missing* was that while Cadillac's sales there were comparable, but lower, than the locals, the euro market was pretty much an afterthought for Cadillac, something like 10% of its own domestic sales.

That is, the smaller foreign market, while worth shipping to, was not worth designing for.

Similarly for Centronics, who pretty much created the dot matrix market, and dominated it until okidata & friends ate its lunch.

But those Centronics 730s didn't have microcontrollers or microprocessors, and I doubt that the later 737 & 739 did, either. Half-stepping the printer head just wasn't an issue.

I don't remember whether the 730 lacked lower case, or just descenders for them (yes, descenders were rare on dot matrix in the 70s).

I think that the 730 was about $1k until the 737 rolled around at the same price (and with descenders), with the 730 dropping to $700, but it's been a while.

[and as a sidetone, Cadillac wasn't nearly as expensive as others at its luxury point back then. It was significantly more expensive than, say, Ford or Chevy, but with the luxury of brands a multiple of its price. {more reliable and better engineered, too--Cadillacs were the choice for regularly scheduled delivery/passenger runs in the desert!}]

Nah, couldn't be that, or there would be dupes . . .

>If I were that girl's boss, I would be questioning my decision to hire her.

but . . . but . . . this is the most important technology terminology breakthrough since banning the "master slave flipflop" !

rats.

I'd been looking forward to the articles explaining telekinetic pitching!

>(ie. hard core physically addictive dangerous drugs)

while many are certainly subject to abuse, and quite dangerous when abused, addiction is another story.

Forgetting to take the meds is a major problem for those that actually need them, hardly a sign of an addictive substance (at least in this narrow circumstance).

In fact being mildly addictive would be a *benefit* for a drug for this condition. But designing for that is apparently not something that has been successfully done.

>If you see one of these people and they won't admit they don't know
>how any of this stuffs works, then run away!

I don't know about psych*ologists*, but for psych*iatrists* and neurologists, as well as other medical types, it is known that stimulants cause the production of a missing neurotransmitter (whose name I forget).

And those who actually *need* it don't end up bouncing off the walls as those why use it recreationally or abuse it.

>But why would anyone want/need to charge from a van full of batteries?

why would anyone want/need to buy a taco from a random street vendor with no health inspection or permit?

Yet they seem to do quite well.

Wait, where have we heard this before?

Microsoft says, "We've caught up with Apple! We mean it this time. No, really . . ."

if you look closely, the whole thing is a cut & paste job on a breakthrough battery a few months ago . . .

You held, er, did it wrong.

I just stayed 24.

OK, it's a bit weird that all of my children are older than I, and that the grandchildren are creeping upon in the distance in the rear view mirror, but . . .

Now if only I could figure out how to explain this to my knees!

I, for one welcome our lost would-be new overlords.

Or, well, maybe I would if they could find us . . .

I don't.

I call it a "space station"!