*The opposing force formerly known as the Taliban.

Speaking of bodily fluids, your post just caused me to expel saliva from my mouth.

Wow.

(Hint: I have attained perfect efficiency via written means as, in a single word (wow), I expressed what would formerly be several paragraphs worth of ideas.)

You can only compress and condense so much before you begin to lose something. Claiming that calling someone a "bitch" is somehow more reasonable than actually explaining why their behavior is worthy of scorn is absurd.

If the sword was short enough, couldn't the scabbard still be placed on the opposite side? Or were Roman warriors all like certain family members, whose arms bow out like they're attempting to take flight when they try putting on a seatbelt?

This doesn't have anything to do with being from Oregon. It deals with stupid people being stupid, regardless of where they live.

It's a secret to everybody.

Speaking of paying attention to things that have occurred over the past decade, it's good to see I still have to manually enter line breaks via HTML and can't edit my posts to correct alcohol-infused typographical errors because this is Slashdot.

Paid for and possess capability that you cannot use? No, you paid for X GHz. If you want Y GHz, you pay more.

This is not news to anyone who has been paying attention for the past decade, at the last.

How is this really any different from shipping a CPU with a locked multiplier? Things have been this way for a while.

Tuesday: Well, one day down, at least.
Wednesday: Halfway there, I suppose.
Thursday: Almost made it.
Friday: Alright, I can do this. One day to freedom.
Saturday: ...what should I do with myself?
Sunday: God damn it, I have to go to work tomorrow.
Monday: Fuck, five more to go.
Tuesday: Well, one day down, at least.
Wednesday: Halfway there, I suppose.
Thursday: Almost made it.
Friday: Alright, I can do this. One day to freedom.
Saturday: ...what should I do with myself?
Sunday: God damn it, I have to go to work tomorrow.
Monday: Fuck, five more to go.
Tuesday: Well, one day down, at least.
Wednesday: Halfway there, I suppose.
Thursday: Almost made it.
Friday: Alright, I can do this. One day to freedom.
Saturday: ...what should I do with myself?
Sunday: God damn it, I have to go to work tomorrow.
Monday: Fuck, five more to go.

Ahhh, the toil of modernity. Were there only a way to assuage the tyranny of the day-to-day.

I find that this approach also works well for drugs.

I just wanted to chime in and let you guys know that this God does indeed exist, and further, I suggest that you be nice to others UNDER ABSOLUTELY NO CIRCUMSTANCES WHATSOEVER.

Yeah, nothing looses me from the chains of video games better than watching the bathroom melt into rainbow jelly, and then resisting the urge to dive into the whirlpool formed upon flushing so I can join Captain Nemo on myriad adventures 20,000 Leagues Under the Toiletry.

You used it to be cute, because you're insinuating that those who confuse homophones which occupy entirely separate parts of speech are, in reality, English language superstar geniuses who are just too cool and ahead of the curve to follow the rules.

Which is a blatantly laughable notion.

Note: it's not a typo if the error was borne of ignorance.