
GA: Hello Professor Falken, shall we play a game?
People say I don’t care but I do. I care a lot. I take meticulous care over my writing, for example [snort], and of course over the painstaking research that precedes it. And I take extra-special care over the frantic factual correction and legal backtracking required after it has gone live. Basically, if a job’s worth doing, …
Facial mask? Check!
Human? Check!
Known idiot? False!
Sufficient funds to shop here? Alert!
"Attention Mr John Smith. You have inadvertently wandered into our store with insufficient funds to make a purchase. Please leave by the exit behind you. For your information, the pound shop is next door. Failure to comply will result in this announcement being made louder, and the video of this encounter uploaded to numerous social networks. And by the way, your trouser zip is not done up. Thank you for attempting to shop here today. Goodbye"
Not just getting the youtube ad-money for your unboxing video, you could sell the packaging too for good money: https://www.theregister.com/2001/02/02/empty_playstation_box_sold/
(If i recall that story correctly - wow that was a long time ago! - the seller had been really, really clear that it was just an empty box...)
Unfortunately you'll find that you can get decent money for the empty box that contained the nice shiny (normally phone) that you've just bought.
The unfortunate bit is that the scumbag buying it is planning to fill it with the shiny belonging to someone else by illegal means. This makes it much easier for them to sell it on fleaBay. The £10-20 they pay you for the empty box gets them an extra £40-50 on the sale price.
But, of course, fleaBay isn't going to stop such a clearly dodgy practice because they get their cut of the £10-20 and also of the £40-50 from the sales.
as my phone is likely too old to handle such things (and I've NEVER used the Google assistant!), but could it be that it misheard the "na na na na" sounds as words and couldn't identify them? What if you tried again by humming instead? Still definitely a failure, but possibly not as bad as it looks.
And if I know some of the words, I can DuckDuckGo them (see what I did there?) and find the name of the song myself!
How did you get Martin Clunes to sing Gary Numan? I bet he wanted more than £60 for that voice gig.
Or was it Kipper? Actually, it sounded more like Kipper the Dog.
I could tell what the song was on the first hum. I tried it myself with "The Night" by the Four Seasons earlier in the week (which was an earworm for me, and I genuinely couldn't remember who it was by). Likewise Google: 0. Me: 1.
"Unexpected honker in the masking area", and a shop assistant in full beekeeper hazmat suit will eventually shuffle over to sullenly swipe a card through the door to let you in.
(Also, unrelatedly: even though I never spent a second wondering what Dabbsie's voice sounds like, I didn't expect it to sound like that. Is that something that only happens to me?)
Really? I would never have taken Dabbsy for working class. His anger isn't directed at social injustice or resentment, it's a much more measured form of wrath directed at people who are stupid, and it's really beside the point whether they're toffs or plebs.
The way he curdles the sarcasm just screams "disaffected middle class, probably brought up on PG Wodehouse and Evelyn Waugh".
Thank you both for the suggestions. Looking at the options, I might be better off getting the atom feed for the author in this case.
My current solution relies on tags, making a daily web query for each tag I'm interested in and then parsing the results to create local RSS files for each tag with XML::RSS::SimpleGen, which is then consumed by a Tiny Tiny RSS installation on my VPS.
I think I'll drop the SftWS tag and go with the author feed in this case.
Cheers.
"simply by YouTubing myself taking pissy little shitgadgets out of their fucking little boxes and reading aloud the spec printed on the back like an inarticulate pin-headed twit."
Explains a lot about todays youth, no inquistivenes and fundemental understanding of how things work, or more importantly actually finding out how they work.
Most people think IT is all about deep knowledge but it isn't. It is about basic troubleshooting skills and understand flows of stuff through systems and looking at things with a mind that asks why and what and seeks an understanding of what is returned with an intention of making it work better or more secure.
Very pleased to see Dabbs back. Or has been replaced by a robot.
What about those facemask thingies, what if one doesn't have a head to put it on, like some people are missing an arm, or a leg? How to explain to the manager that you have a very valid reason not to wear one? Go naked and wear it over one's bits in order to prevent swaffeling all the goodies?
About gardencenters: I worked at one, during x-mas, and when one considers Mordor to be a magical place, it's magical. Take it from me. LOTR does make sense by times.
correction, NOT 2007-8, it was in fact 2008-9 when obama made the "affordable bs act a law. that collapsed the economy in the US and reverberated in to other markets. That law with its bad timing caused thousands of companies to let go millions of full time workers, and only a fraction got hired back in 2011 as part timers. the affect has never been corrected since. so, you "care" keep telling yourself you have empathy, you care for your family of course, you have zero empathy for others you do not know, if you did, you wouldn't be a modern day liberal. they support continued violence and murder, burning businesses and churches. so, keep telling yourself and others you care, you are just using marketing 101, it's like saying best buy really is.
At my local Lotus supermarket, they have a table with a facemask detection system. It is installed in such a way that a small children or a tall adult are out of the way of the camera (anyone not in the 5 to 6 foot height I'd say). And of course, they need one staff to man the equipment, so the real benefit is negative (same number of staff, but added cost of technology).
Local is rural Thailand, I cannot say for other branches, I have only been to that one in the past few weeks.
On the part about privacy, I don't really consider it a breach of my privacy if a screen displays a message saying that I do not wear a mask while other punters around me could see by themselves that I do go uncovered.
Something for the Weekend "I have just read your profile. Have you ever thought about becoming a real estate agent?"
This is my own fault for blindly accepting every connection request on LinkedIn. My network of professional contacts is in the hundreds but I know only about a dozen of them. The rest? I honestly haven't a clue who they are. They ask to connect and I accept.
LinkedIn should consider swapping its Accept / Reject Connection Request options for a simple Yeah Whatever button.
Something for the Weekend A robot is performing interpretive dance on my doorstep.
WOULD YOU TAKE THIS PARCEL FOR YOUR NEIGHBOR? it asks, jumping from one foot to the other.
"Sure," I say. "Er… are you OK?"
Something for the Weekend Which do you prefer: sweat or green slime? Both are being touted as clean sources of energy to drive electronic devices.
Hmm. “Clean” is not how my sweat has heretofore been described, least of all the morning after a garlic curry. But even my pit-pong pales into paucity compared with the environmental damage inflicted by a nuclear power station. And for all my lack of wattage, I positively glow in outrageously self-obsessed smugness. I must let my LinkedIn followers know.
Still, green slime – aka "blue green algae" – has its advantages over sweat. It is more plentiful for a start. Which would be the better option for powering small computers? It’s literally a power struggle between the two. And there is only so much sweat I can produce per day (despite Mme D’s observations to the contrary).
Something for the Weekend We're standing still. The suspense is unbearable. One of us is going to crack.
On the large projector screen is a message: "The application is not responding." Facing the large projector screen is a roomful of startup dudes. Staring back at them, and situated just underneath the projector screen, is the flailing, forlorn presenter himself: me.
"It's never done that before," I lie as I eventually give up frantically tapping the keyboard and jabbing the trackpad as if I was playing whack-a-mole.
Something for the Weekend Another coffee, please. Yes, I know we're about to start. There is always time for one more coffee. It's good for your brain. Thanks.
Could you hold my cup for a moment? I need to visit the restroom. Yes, I know we're about to start; you told me that already. There is always time for coffee AND a comfort break. Yes, I know the two are related but I don't have time to chat about it. I'm bursting here.
How about I drink the coffee straight away, nip to the WC, and return pronto? Slurp argh that's hot. Thanks, I'll be right back.
Something for the Weekend "We all know what we're doing today? Good. Do your best!"
With that cheery note, our new project director sweeps out of the 10:00 stand-up meeting and away to… someplace or another, I don't know, wherever it is that project directors go. Project managers can be found everywhere, usually nearby a waste basket overflowing with disposable coffee cups, but project directors? Who can say?
These project directors are a mystery. It's not a job title I'd come across before. They just swan in from time to time, managerial but polite and rather vague, then drift out again with a farewell motto such as "Do your best!" or "You've all done very well!" like Young Mr Grace.
Something for the Weekend My neighbor is talking to a rock. He is trying to persuade it to sing.
Urging him back to the barbecue, I make a mental note to abstain from the cheap luminous pink sparkling rosé that he'd been drinking. It's easy to recognize the bottles – I'm the one who brought them to the party.
He asks me to hang on a mo, turns back to his rockery – is it new? I never noticed it before – and addresses his favorite rock by name.
Something for the Weekend The bloke next to me is acting strangely. Sitting bolt upright and staring straight ahead, he is holding his hand, palm forward, level with his face.
"You don't need to raise your hand, Mike. It's not Zoom, ha ha," laughs the meeting's chair.
Mike remains motionless, stiff as a board, hand still up, not saying anything. So we ignore him and carry on with the discussion.
Something for the Weekend Robots want my face. This is horrifying – not just for me, but for you too. Just imagine: it means robots will be walking around with my face, stuck on their face.
Luckily for me, the process is likely to be virtual, not physical. Nor will I have to do a swap, thank goodness. Knowing my luck I'd end up with neither John Travolta's darling dimples nor Nicolas Cage's vacant visage, but the freaky mush of a post-surgery Bogdanoff twin.
However I'm getting ahead of myself; all of this is in the future. For the moment, we've just about reached a stage where it is possible to present a convincing-looking AI-powered synthetic video of a natural human face that speaks whatever you tell it to in any language you choose – in real time. You can use it, for example, to put a nice face on your product promos, training vids, and weather reports without having to hire an actor and book studio time.
Something for the Weekend How can you save the world's oceans? By investing in NFTs of course!
A global network of campaigning filmmakers, Ocean Collective, hopes to drive up awareness about declining marine biodiversity by developing a digital Museum of Extinction.
Items of artwork from the museum will then be sold as NFT purchases to raise cash to fund a documentary series on the topic along with other environmental awareness projects.
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