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finally a more automated way to find your long-lost twin
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Apparently, Google is so concerned with others keeping it on its toes, it avoids hiring too many of the industry’s leading brains. “I recently had a discussion with an engineer at Google and I pointed out a handful of people that I thought were fruitful in the industry and I proposed that we should hire these people,” Horowitz told today’s conference. “But [the engineer] stopped me and said: ‘These people are actually important to have outside of Google. They’re very Google people that have the right philosophies around these things, and it’s important that we not hire these guys. It’s better for the ecosystem to have an honest industry, as opposed to aggregating all this talent at Google.’
— Google: We avoid hiring too many smart people… • The Register
When I was young and I wanted to know something, I was beaten for being too inquisitive. That’s the problem with the young people today, they have a google answer for everything. If they had to walk to their local library every time they had something stupid to ask they would ask a lot less stupid questions.
So Tiger Woods’ wife beat the shit out of him with a golf club, because she found out about his jumpoff? Bonus! … First of all, the thought alone of such a smoking hot woman (perhaps the whitest-looking woman possible) beating the crap out of a guy with a blunt object is just hot. The mental image it conjures excites me more than just about anything other than the January Jones issue of GQ. A pr0n parody of this incident can’t be produced soon enough. I’d even suggest halting production on the Jaycee Dugard kidnapping pr0n, if necessary. Then there’s the fact that she beat the shit out of him with a motherfucking golf club. Talk about being hoist by your own petard. Does this woman have the world’s most profound sense of irony, or is that just what happened to be lying around? I guess this was Tiger Woods’ house. A golf club wouldn’t be that uncommon. It was probably between that and a chopstick - which you couldn’t do much damage with, unless you got him in the eye.
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A designated survivor (or designated successor) is a member of the United States Cabinet who stays at a physically distant, secure, and undisclosed location when the President and the country’s other top leaders (e.g., vice president, secretary of state) are gathered at a single location, such as during State of the Union Addresses and presidential inaugurations. This maintains continuity of government with regard to presidential succession in the remote possibility of a catastrophic event which might wipe out large portions of the United States’ federal government, including the entire slate of individuals designated by law in the line of succession to the presidency. Since U.S. law does not provide for anyone to assume the office of president if everyone on this list is simultaneously killed, the practice of designating a survivor is intended to effectively eliminate the chance of that happening.
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I’ve banished from my vocabulary in dealing with users the question: “what did you expect to happen?” (intoned inquisitively with stress on the word happen, not sarcastically with stress on the last syllable of expect). Because what the user hears when you ask that question is, “you disagree with the computer. The computer’s right, you’re wrong. So ‘fess up on your idiocy, and I’ll have a nice laugh with my techie friends later at your expense.
— The techie/non-techie divide #1: content versus metacontent
