Could be a plan to update Steam Machine. Maybe this time partnered with a distribution channel like Game Stop.

The Maximum penalty would be dissolution of the company. The maximum penalty the UK could probably make happen is they are no longer allowed to operate in the UK in any capacity.

IMO, a breach like this means they have demonstrated they cannot be trusted with private data, and should no longer be allowed to store private data.

The other question everyone should be asking is: How did they get this private data? I sure as hell didn't give them permission to have it. (I know, likely hidden away in the TOS of credit cards I have).

For fun, I helped a friend of mine reverse engineer a schematic for the 6502 based on the op-codes. Knew we had it right when we could predict all of the undocumented op-codes.

Fun times. The world of computing was so full off wonder back then. (it still can be, bun one has to look a lot harder)

(Hi Matt, remember me? Old friend of Bryce's from Starpoint days, and I contributed some enhancements to dme. Dang that was a long time ago)

Yes. However, I think the message is somewhat diluted by the fact that Liar is on the same album.

I'd suggest a simple test: can the so called libelous material be found without goodgle? (say, using another gateway site like excite, or bing) If so, then clearly google isn't the only route to this material, and shouldn't be held liable for it. (another argument would be: wny are you only suing Google when all these other indexes also have links to it? )

'excessive police action' was used during the raid. Dotcom could prove this in court because the entire raid was recorded by CCTV data, which is stored on Dotcom's confiscated computers.

Making this claim seems like a great way to cause the confiscated hard drives to get 'accidentally' damaged.

(If they really did contain evidence against the police, would you reveal that while the drives were in police custody? I wouldn't).

I have ridden motorcycles, in Bay Area traffic. I agree it is a lot of fun. However, I wouldn't claim that 99% of motorcycle accidents are the fault of the driver (unless you include selecting a motorcycle as your vehicle in the first place). Most motorists are oblivious to anything smaller than a car.

A motorcycle is a T.I.E. fighter, highly maneuverable, but no shields. One has to pilot accordingly. This means
a full 360 degree scan at least once a second. I have had cars try to drive over me from just about every direction.

I felt the safest on the freeway when I was going so fast it was unlikely anyone was going to come up behind me, so that I only had to scan in front of me for potential assailants, with rear scans less often.

The worst is when stopped or not moving very fast. One doesn't have nearly as much maneuverability then. (that is where the 0-60 in 4 seconds can save your ass).

My uncle has a country place
That no one knows about
He says it used to be a farm
Before the Motor Law
And on Sundays I elude the eyes
And hop the Turbine Freight
To far outside the Wire
Where my white-haired uncle waits

Jump to the ground
As the Turbo slows to cross the borderline
Run like the wind
As excitement shivers up and down my spine
Down in his barn
My uncle preserved for me an old machine
For fifty odd years
To keep it as new has been his dearest dream

I strip away the old debris
That hides a shining car
A brilliant red Barchetta
From a better vanished time
I fire up the willing engine
Responding with a roar
Tires spitting gravel
I commit my weekly crime

Wind
In my hair
Shifting and drifting
Mechanical music
Adrenaline surge...

Well-weathered leather
Hot metal and oil
The scented country air
Sunlight on chrome
The blur of the landscape
Every nerve aware

Suddenly ahead of me
Across the mountainside
A gleaming alloy air car
Shoots towards me, two lanes wide
I spin around with shrieking tires
To run the deadly race
Go screaming through the valley
As another joins the chase

Drive like the wind
Straining the limits of machine and man
Laughing out loud with fear and hope
I've got a desperate plan
At the one-lane bridge
I leave the giants stranded at the riverside
Race back to the farm
To dream with my uncle at the fireside

Rush - Red Barchetta

Which of those places were they when they made this child of which you speak?