Same type of stuff. Anyone ever run yowlines on their startup-sequence?
No, but I frequently wonder if I'm having fun yet.
So, being quite cynical about such things, in what way would a proof of this conjecture allow him to make more money?
Philanthropy and advancing science are good, but my first thoughts is that if someone can prove this he stands to make massive amounts of money.
You know the old jokes about rich people paying bums on the street to fight for their own amusement? Well, extend that to mathematicians.
Sigh I miss the days when AOL gave a free Floppy Disk every day on your doorstep. That way you just take it Re-Format it and you have extra storage. When they went to CD's it was a sad day for me. They could have at least made them on CD-R so I can burn a new partition on it to store stuff.
I tried that theory, too, but after a while it became clear that either AOL used low-quality crappy floppies or the USPS didn't care much about them in transit (or both), given I kept getting bad sectors out of them when I reformatted them.
That's the problem with polls like this. I want to assume the attobreadcrumb is the joke option, but I can't help but think someone's going to come along and explain how it's used as a real-life but horribly obscure discrete unit of measurement.
a friend of mine had a car in his driveway
Can someone randomly tow something _from your driveway_? Street I can see...besides, here things on the street have to be insured.
There's the part in the story where the neighbor impersonated the rightful owner to call a municipal towing service to his house to haul the temporarily-gutted VW Bug away. That is, under normal circumstances, yes, you CAN call a service to tow something from your driveway (say, if the vehicle was otherwise unmovable but you wanted to be rid of it), but this asshole neighbor went ahead with straight-up fraud to get someone else's property towed.
It might seem like a cheap, cheesy hotel chain nowadays, but you REALLY didn't want to stay at just an 8 Motel.
I was picturing a 1950s-era monster movie poster or trailer, myself.
"Coming this fall to a theater near YOU! They're terrible... they're horrible... they're GASTROPODS!"
"Oh no! The snails have just taken Fort Lauderdale! Hurry! We've only got a few months to evacuate before they eventually get to Miami! The airport will be moderately more busy!"
"Giant snails are invading Florida! Where did they come from? What do they want? How many more will eventually perish in the lethargic onslaught, given enough time? Find out this fall in... DAY OF THE SNAIL!"
Claiming the parties' were engaged in 'obstreperous and cantankerous conduct', he said that the lawsuit was part of 'a business strategy that appears to have no end.'
Motorola lawyer: Yeah.
Apple lawyer: And?
Judge: *long pause* *deep sigh* Very well. *gets up, starts walking towards lawyers* I believe, at this point, I am legally permitted, by the great State of Florida, to dope-slap the both of you. Not only am I permitted to do so, I may be legally required as well, something I am not about to question. Please turn around.
"Windfarm Sickness"? Lame.
"Don Quixote Syndrome"? Much better.
Human teeth from mouse kidneys. Because why the hell not? Next week, we'll start on our project to make alligator spleens from parrot intestines. Time permitting, there's always the cheetah-bones-from-elephant-skin plan or the one where we make dog fur from jellyfish stingers. If we get enough funding, we might be able to complete our magnum opus, recreating the heart of a triceratops from the colon of a neanderthal!
The rapid tumble of American arcades — the real arcades, the loud dark rooms with gross carpets and no parents — has left a hole where a piece of culture used to be. Rather than try and recreate that vintage arcade experience, Japanese video game maker Namco is rolling out a "restaurant-centered, destination entertainment concept."
So... they're "inventing" Dave & Buster's or Gameworks. That... is less than thrilling than what the headline led me to believe. Or than what the first paragraph's nostalgia trip prepared me for.
Mater artium necessitas. [Necessity is the mother of invention].