Progenitor of the Weird Knife Wednesday feature column. Is “column” the right word? Anyway, apparently I also coined the Very Specific Object nomenclature now sporadically used in the 3D printing community. Yeah, that was me. This must be how Cory Doctorow feels all the time these days.
No idea, but Mack is seen without his trailer several times throughout the Cars franchise.
The Cars world is suspiciously full of various pieces of infrastructure that are all in remarkably good condition considering it’s a planet allegedly populated only by machines that haven’t got hands. Perhaps trailers, traffic lights, signposts, etc. are all just some manner of specialized plants or fungus that pop out of the ground that way.
What? Why are you all looking at me like that?
It’s already trivial to track the president’s approximate location if you’re a drone operator or hobbyist pilot because he has a 50 mile diameter no-fly zone centered on him at all times, which is plainly visible on the FAA maps.
This rather relies on an attacker also knowing where any of your locks are located, and any of them being heavy duty enough that it wouldn’t simply be more expedient to show up with a crowbar. I’d be much more concerned if I were showing off keys to the premises of a well known commercial enterprise and also let people know it.
Who’s going to trot out the old thing about how the word “orange” for describing the color actually comes from the fruit, and did not exist in the Western world until the fruit became available? Is it my turn this time?
Yeah. Alien bro has no idea.
I had somebody try this on me in real life once, a couple of decades ago, on a back country road in the middle of the night. I managed to dodge him. The mother and daughter in the minivan a half a mile down the road behind me were not so lucky, as I witnessed after I pulled a quick handbrake turn to track this guy down with the intention of determining exactly what his major malfunction was.
He swerved straight into their minivan probably doing about 60 MPH. I saw it happen, both vehicles rising off the pavement in what felt like slow motion. I remember the headlights shattering and throwing sparks up in the air. The minivan wound up in the ditch. Buddy’s car ended up facing the opposite direction in the middle of the road.
The woman driving was trapped, crushed in between the seat and the dash and firewall which had been pushed into her legs. She must have had both shins broken. I wasn’t aware at first that there was anyone else in the car until I was able to make sense of her screaming. She thought her daughter was dead.
I found her daughter in the back seat, barely conscious. Apparently she’d started off on the front seat but was not seat belted in and wound up there after bouncing off of either the dash or the windshield. Or both.
I was duty bound to check on the perpetrator as well. A bit bleary, probably drunk, and very belligerent. He was in what was for the time a late model Audi or something. It was black. Two doors. Fancy airbags. So he was fine, more or less. When I mentioned that he’d just about killed two people his response was, basically, “Fuck you and fuck them, too.”
I imagine the cops thought he wound up with that broken nose from the wreck. Nobody ever asked me about it.
I sure hope buddy remembers. I hope he remembers real good, but he probably doesn’t because there’s no fucking justice in the world. I do. It was June 22nd, 2007. A Friday.
I remember mom wailing from the front seat that her baby girl was dead. I remember the blood running down her daughter’s face from the gash on top of her head which I was desperately trying to staunch with a shirt in the longest 15 minutes in history until the ambulances and firemen showed up. I remember wanting to carry her to where her mother could see and show her that she was still breathing, but she was too heavy to get out of the car by myself and I had a hazy notion that you shouldn’t try to move people in that situation anyway, but you don’t think about that in the moment. My then-girlfriend was with me and she was telling the mother over and over again that we had her daughter, she was alive, we were keeping her alive, and help was coming.
I don’t know what happened to any of those people afterwards. As far as I know both the mother and daughter survived. It would have been in the papers if either of them died, I’m sure. I talked to the cops briefly but then we got the hell out of there. They told me that gathered somehow that the guy was trying to kill himself. Obviously he’d been drinking. Probably told himself it was to steady his nerves. The asshole could have thought to find a bridge abutment or a good solid tree or something instead.
Nobody ever called me up as a witness afterwards, and it seemed nobody wanted more of a statement. I never heard anything more about it. I don’t even know their names.
Because it made that noise.
External USB ones are free in boxes of Frosted Flakes these days.
I have a genuine honest to goodness 5.25" bay mounted Blu Ray burner in my tower right now. Hey, you never friggin’ know. It comes in handy every once in a while. There’s a machine in my basement with an LS-120, a Zip drive, and a 5.25" floppy drive in it that all still work. Occasionally I still find myself needing to get some monumentally important ancient file off of some kind of floppy disk or other for somebody.
And if you moderate a community you can just click (in the default web UI, anyway) “view votes” to see whodunnit. You don’t even need an external tool. It’s good for finding downvote brigade people and so forth.