We can send all the machines there we want, but it's still strictly experience-by-proxy until someone goes there, leaves some footprints and pees on a rock.

I'd been working nearly two years at a contract government job. The contracts came up for renegotiation and it was made clear that everyone would be "encouraged" to relocate to a consolidated office in another city. Had my wife and I been younger we might have considered it. Instead I decided it was a good cue to retire.

This would be congruent with my recollections. During that time I worked for a Seattle-area reseller and we delivered dozens of Sun boxes to Microsoft. One day I was installing a few and ended up giving an ad hoc X-Windows tutorial to a roomful of people. They had no idea Unix had any sort of graphics capability.

Seems to this occupant of this little old spinning rock that the question becomes one of how many of the hearts have to stop beating before enough of the remaining minds are changed.

Co-pilots? Boeing is proposing for the next generation of planes to have -no- pilots. (Of course, their announcing this afforded them a modicum of publicity as well.)

Take a good look (if you can stand it) at the final HP death spiral and consider what would likely happen to the United States if Carly Fiorina finagled her way into the Oval Office. This isn't just partisan politics--I'd rather Trump, Jeb, Hillary or Jack the Ripper or Hitler's exhumed corpse than than her.

"The core premise of a union is that employes are all the same" Then (notwithstanding the suits' efforts to bust them) have the entertainment industry's guilds survived alongside the star system?

...it's about what we've come to expect from Rogen and his pals. In parts hilarious, disgusting, inane, chaotic (well, most of it was that...), thought-provoking, puerile and brilliant. Not unlike reality.

Not a problem. The cellular companies will lobby the US government to make it stop raining.

Just another opportunity for the Pigopolists to try to tell me what I'm supposed to like. Screw 'em.

For those of us who've grown weary of badmouthing Java, .NET and Flash, Google and Facebook are now determined to turn Javascript into the scourge of humanity.

...singing "Pave paradise, Put up a parking lot"

...the cited source is rather Sketchy. Looks like it's the house organ for a group of right-wing whack jobs.

Owned by Rupert Murdoch, co-edited by Bill Kristol, featuring articles by all the usual suspects. Not to say the "invisible disclaimer" isn't there, but if it is it's just another one of the errors that need to be fixed by the contractors who built the Web site--unless someone is able to show where in the text of the ACA there's a clause repealing the HIPAA rules.

...that Oracle will stall until the last minute to release any relevant fixes for Java.