First Detailed Data Analysis Shows Exactly How Comcast Jammed Netflix
OK, so people had to implement this blocking, right?
And it had to have been more than one person, right?
How many individuals would have to have been active and knowingly involved in order to implement such blocking?
From that number, how long until someone straight-up comes out and says they did it and exactly how they did it? You know, instead of having to rely on this external third-party reverse engineering.
Drones Could 3D-Map Scores of Hectares of Land In Just a Few Hours
I've always been fascinated when software makes dramatic enhancements to the capabilities of existing hardware and data. Like a few years ago there was the release of the TLD algorithm which suddenly turned my old webcam into an futuristic object recognition/tracking device!
What I wonder is, when these software enhancements are made, does hardware usually evolve to converge with the software? Meaning, in this example, if the software is using a new method for processing point data, does that not mean the hardware could be made to collect point data in a way more conducive to this new method?
And is this kind of progress a common thing? Is it common or rare this leapfrog progressive dance of hardware and software?
Elon Musk Warns Against Unleashing Artificial Intelligence "Demon"
Hasn't the world only gotten better as intelligence has increased?
What is the ratio of negative vs. positive effects of AI so far?
Artificial intelligence is intelligence. As an exercise of intelligence, remove "Artificial" from his statements and reevaluate his assertions.
Elon is rich and got there by being controlling: That which may not be controllable terrifies those. No value judgement there, that's just how it is.
I mean, do we even control our own intelligence or does it control us?
Former Department of Defense Chief Expects "30 Year War"
Fighting fire with fire is called a "controlled burn".
It's impractical to douse a wildfire with water. You need to stop it expanding and spreading and let it burn itself out.
You don't put out wildfires, you merely stop them from expanding and cut off their fuel supply.
Now, once the main fire is out, then you cruise around dousing little hot-spots with water and such.
This is all just a devil's-advocate analogy as a punching-bag counter-point for your valid points. I do this to illustrate not the failings of your assertions, but merely because your Insightful post is obviously one-sided.
Google's Security Guards Are Now Officially Google Employees
The security guards at twitter have been proper employees since they moved to Market street. I believe they even hired a couple of the old guards of the last office from the security company they used to contract for.
But twitter is a bit of an egalitarian exception, still just wanted to say.
Sci-Fi Authors and Scientists Predict an Optimistic Future
Keep in mind utopian failures are not a societal thing they are a species thing. In all cases human utopian societies are subverted and corrupted by a parasitical sub-species of humanity, psychopaths. Quite simply remove them and a lot of humanities problems will go away with them.
Be careful trimming our claws. You wouldn't want the 501st to have fought without a Lt. Speirs now would you?
"Winters assessed Speirs as being one of the finest combat officers in the battalion. He wrote in his memoirs that Speirs had worked hard to earn a reputation as a killer and had often killed for shock value. Winters stated that Speirs was alleged on one occasion to have killed six German prisoners of war with a Thompson submachinegun and that the battalion leadership must have been aware of the allegations, but chose to ignore the charges because of the pressing need to retain qualified combat leaders."
I don't think they need to be done away with, but maybe they need to be better used or positioned: keep the claws, but keep them away from the face.
In France, a Second Patient Receives Permanent Artificial Heart
I strongly believe that in the not too distant future the number 1 thing that people will wonder why we were so dumb as to not notice it was a horrible idea was having every goddamn thing connected and communicating.
ROM people. ROM!!! (the second ROM was written in allcaps for emphasis)
You can't remotely exploit a device without a network or public interface.
We're so obsessed with connectivity and networks these days that we are blinded to the negatives of all this connectivity - thinking they are just problems of the system to be resolved rather than inherent aspects of the system which can not be gotten rid of.
Now since, like you, I love the internet and connected thingymabobs somebody please reply and give some really good counterarguments against my thinking that IP addresses+Organs is a bad idea.
Eye Problems From Space Affect At Least 21 NASA Astronauts
This is an unintuitive wild speculation, but I wonder if these effects are a linear function of the gravity or if there is a more complex interaction.
In other words, if Alice spent 6 monts in zero-G and Bob spent 6 months in 0.166-G, and assuming equal eye health, would Bob have less damage than Alice or more?
Obviously the human body emerged out of a 1-G environment, so the eye has evolved with those pressures. But just because removing those pressures completely may result in harm, that is not to say that removing those pressures partially would be harmful.
The only non-zero-G astronauts I know of were the Apollo folks - but I can't find any information (or anectdotes from them) on the difference in physiological effects of zero-g versus 1/6th-G.
It seems like they would have experienced less intercranial pressure and would have had an actual reference for up and down.
Oh space be a harsh mistress.
Climate Scientist Pioneer Talks About the Furture of Geoengineering
Humans must control the environment, it's just what we do. To quote the late, great Jacob Bronowski, man is, “...not a figure in a landscape, but the shaper of the landscape.”
We've already affected the planet - just look at the deforestation in the Amazon (the jungle) from satellite images - it's impossible to ignore, even from space. If your face looked like the Amazon looks right now you would go see a doctor.
How could this not be inevitable? First we sow the fields, next we sow the planets.
Web Trolls Winning As Incivility Increases
Those were griefers, not trolls. Trolls do it for the kek but griefers go for the neck. When I troll it is only ever for fun and profit with the only goal being that of enacting some kind of Socratic realization or interaction, but never with the intent to harm somebody emotionally. It's fun to poke, that's what trolls do: griefers don't poke, they stab. Sarcasm and satire are the mainstays of the troll. Personal attacks and such, however, are the M.O. of the griefer. Don't throw the baby out with the bathwater, there is a difference. Dissent is vital, though understandably a bit unpalatable. I hope one day there will be a widespread understanding of the difference between these two distinct, but superficially similar species and the importance of the one, and the subsequent need to recognize and handle the other.
Web Trolls Winning As Incivility Increases
The jester is not a psychopath. The joker is.
There are trolls and there are griefers.
One laughs at misfortune, the other thrives on it. There needs to be a distinction before unjust laws might be enacted under which nobody will be able to experience Natalie Portman's hot grits: that would be the real tragedy.
Gaza's Only Power Plant Knocked Offline
Don't be mistaken, they are a just a lion in a den of other lions.
They are all literally fighting over sticks and stones: holy sites.
If it were at least Oil we could at least say they were fighting over resources, but that region is obsessed with killing each other over ancient, probably historically inaccurate, vendettas and magical piles of dirt.
It is a region of unstoppable forces and immovable objects.
This is what happens when they meet - violence and destruction of everything except themselves.
Lawrence Krauss: Congress Is Trying To Defund Scientists At Energy Department
I don't get your sarcasm. Poe's law is a real problem you know.
Please be more explicit when you are joking, because I almost thought this was a serious post until I read it again :)
The New Science of Evolutionary Forecasting
I think that convergent evolution would be a very high-level example of how the results of selection can be predictable and are in fact repeated, even if the actual underlying mechanisms and specific genes involved in the convergent adaption in different species differ, the results are the same.
Recurrent evolution also seems to support the "non-random" or "predictable" nature of evolution.
In other words, if you put a square organism in a round environment, we know that its successful decedents will have rounded edges.
FBI Concerned About Criminals Using Driverless Cars
Covering one's tracks seems like it would be more difficult depending upon the level of logging used by the cars. That would be a benefit to law enforcement. So this is the beginning of another privacy vs. security debate then, eh?
Reading Rainbow Kickstarter Heads Into Home Stretch
I feel like we've barely grazed the surface of the potential of crowd funding. I mean, in a real sense here we, as society, are funding self-education - we are funding the education of our own society. That's cool.
Japanese Stem Cell Debacle Could Bring Down Entire Center
They must know they will be found out - especially the more sensational the finding. After all, science is not like philosophy. Science is meant to be used, and for something to be used it has to work. People will try to use it and it wont work and they will immediately know that there has been a falsification.
I mean, it's not like this kind of stuff is up to interpretation or anything - there is a method and a result. If there is no result then the method is in error.
What are they thinking?
Cost Skyrockets For United States' Share of ITER Fusion Project
We'd have the money if we'd kick the trailer trash and hood rats off of welfare and sent the illegals back to their shithole country.
Be careful who you kick and where you kick them. This guy might actually figure out fusion energy - eh? This dude is why we have welfare. When you mine for gold there is mostly dirt...but there's gold too. Don't throw the baby out with the bathwater. And a penny saved is a penny earned. And make yourself a bowl of soup and wrap a hot towel around your head. And don't stay out too late!
How Riot's Social Scientists Fight League of Legends Trolling
I understand that some trolling is bullying: that's when it becomes griefing - but most trolling is just sarcastic fun. I have, on many occasions, made joking jest and played the role (with dripping socratic irony) of the troll to the great delight of myself and others.
If somebody is truly upset, however, I would not, could not, continue to deride them. So that's where the fine line may be drawn.
Those that would are to be called griefers, not trolls.
Griefers are trolls intending harm. Trolls in my opinion and in my definition are merely out for Natalie Portman's hot grits - whatever those may be.
Start-Up Founders On Dealing With Depression
When you are depressed you are supposed to have lower mental activity, and yet some of the most brilliant people have been known to be clinically depressed [citation not needed]. So then, if depression sometimes comes with brilliance, what gives?
And does this mean that for some people of this class antidepressants (chemical and psychological) have the effect of actually dulling insight and brilliance?
Be depressed, be brilliant: Be happy, be dumb.
Life is such a bitch.
"dude, remember when I cured cancer" said bill gates.
"Kow-Ree-Uhns!" my brother said with re-emphasis on this formerly proven point. "they were the ones who aged the cancer cells, bill."
"that sounded like samwise saying poe-tay-toes in jrr tolkien's lord of the rings, the two towers." I observed.
Bill began speaking in his best convincing tone, "look, they OBVIOUSLY used microsoft products somewhere in the development chain."
my brother said nothing.
"eh? EH?" bill gates elbowed my brother while raising his eyebrows.
My brother was obviously not in the mood, "and when did you start doing that eyebrow thing? like groucho marx or something."
At this point I felt it was a good idea for me to butt-in on this little spat. But as I was beggining to speak I was halted by what lay before us.
imagine, if you will, a 100 kilometer diameter Tube. imagine it's 1 megameter in length. there are clouds in it. It's got spaceships and shit flying around in it.
"Holy crap I'm hungry!" Bill Gates screamed.
We were walking along the backbone of the space-nazi's battle cruiser and we had 10 miles to go before we reached the patch-point susan had instructed us to patch-in to, via the patch kit and patch cable.
"I am a bit famished myself," I agreed. "It would be nice to have something to eat."
my brother turned around and asked, "you guys wan't to have some hotdogs?".
"Hell yeah!" bill gates said. and I said it too.
We sat down and cooked some hot dogs.
My brother, looking down, noted "hey! I can probably patch in right here!"
and bill gates and I were like, "dude, is that a good idea, susan told us to go 10 miles from here down this cavern of such emmensity that words cannot describe! what with the 2 miles up, two miles wide lookin' like we are in some kind of super-sized grand canyon turned on top of another grand canyon, all eeriely lit with the subtle mist and maintenance craft flying about."
So my brother used his crowbar to pry open a flexible piece of the several hundred meter radius backbone line and began ripping wires and fiber out with various suprising electromagnetic phenomena.
the hot dogs were finished! did you cook the burrito's too? was what I asked my brother.
but he was too busy putting wires on his tounge and kicking over toolboxes while cursing to notice.
so i plopped down next to bill who had 5 hot dogs on a plate.
"bill dude!" i laughed, "you are going to eat 5 hot dogs? I mean those are the sausage hot dogs you know, they're quite hearty."
Bill was like, "Dude, 5 hot dogs is all it takes to live."
"okaaay" says I.
"dude, I could have made a way better mars rover than the JPL labs". Bill Gates said between bites of his hotdog.
"HA! RIGHT!" I spewed relish and mustard over the exposed circuts of the space-nazi battlecruiser's communication backbone.
"DUDE!" my brother threw a 1/3rd empty can of mountain dew at my head. "DON't DO THAT!"
Bill and I stopped out little argument and I felt a little bit ashamed. "I'm sorry dude, I know you are counting on me not to get us killed. I'll try harder, really I will."
"good," my brother said kurtly, "I've almost got a backdoor installed on this bad boy".
My brother scraped away a few miniscule cubes of vegetable and rubbed the yellow condiment off of the lcd readout.
Bill and I silently watched and waited....
"I totally could have..." Bill piped up.
"Dude, NO you COULDN't have!" I turned my head toward him in frustration.
Bill muttered under his breath, "could'ave" and took a last bite of his hot dog.
My brother now turned his head in frustration, "you guys stop arguing and get serious!"
We were again quieted. My brother spoke, "have those burritos cooled down yet?"
"Oh, yeah the burritos" I had completely forgotten about the microwave burritos. I reached in my pack and extracted 3 microwave burritos wrapped in paper towels. "Cool, their cool. here ya go".
"Hey Bill, you want to put the final touches on this?"
Bill smiled, "oh you bet!" Bill gates took the small handheld from my brother and gripped the stylus. He signed, "bill gates" in his trademark average font.
Some red lights on the glowing circutry turned green, and some green lights turned red, then some purple lights appeared... then some mustard caught on fire, but it went out really fast, and didn't smell that bad.
"With my rover I would have had it flying and taking MOVIES in 3d, yeah! that's what I would have done. That's WAY better than what JPL has done." Bill stood up in the cramped access tunnel. "And it would have been easier to use too." he dusted himself off.
"well?" my brother questioned. "why didn't you then?! the rovers were only like 300 mil apiece! you have billions!" he threw up his arms to emphasize the point.
Bill turned his eyes away, "my idea was too expensive...."
"What!?" I asked. "HUH?" my brother further implored.
"look guys, I have a crapload of money right?" Bill stared at us.
"right." in unison.
"but I just can't bring myself to spend more than exactly 1/10,000th of my net worth on any one thing."
"......." my brother and I looked at each other. "WHAT?"
"well, in my younger days our class was asked to make a list of what we most wanted. I started on my list and a few weeks later I had exactly 10,000 items on the list. So I decided that I would never want something that cost more tha 1/10000th of my net worth."
"you knew what net worth was in elementary school?" I asked.
"pre-school" Bill corrected.
"you made a list of 10,000 things! in pre-school!?" my brother boggled.
"Well, 10,000 things I wanted...it's not really that hard...in fact.." BIll was having an obviously disturbing thought, "maybe I want more..." A troubled look was growing on Bills face as he began counting on his fingers.
a loud noise erupted, it was an alarm.
"intruder detection on zone b 1020304, service access. autonomous security active".
Bills troubled look changed to curiousity and then back to troubled and then to terrified.
Thousands of robotic poof-balls appeared and enveloped us. Within 10 seconds they dissapeared but we were now in some kind of spacecraft hanger. Alone.
It was quiet. My brother asked.
"What was the first item on your list Bill?"
"Oh, a hotdog".
Then a door flew open and a beautiful gigantic blonde woman stood in the opening.
"SUSAN!?" Bill gates look of terror could never be matched...it was a terrifying chapter to be sure.
"Susan, look. I'm married, and a faithful husband to melinda, so I would really apprieciate it if you would put a shirt back on and stop rubbing my my pant's crotch."
Bill Gates was obviously trying his hardest to be nice about this situation, but Susan, the super sexy space nazi turned cohort, was in some kind of genetically induced heat. Bill Gates was trying to force the temptress off of him, but aparently her genetic modifications made her quite the amazonian. "guys! guys! crap! get her off me! shes ripping my shirt!".
I turned to my brother, he turned to me. I spoke, "dude, she's going to totally do Bill Gates if we don't do something about this."
My brother pondered on this as sounds of ripping clothes made their way to our ears. "well, yea. but I really don't see whats so bad about this. I mean, we are stuck in this spacecraft hanger bay without any idea if or when the decryption process will complete...and Susan sexily gave us her user account for this whole process so I think we kind of owe something to her."
I spoke, " well, I mean, that's a good point," Bill was screaming and Susan was grunting as she struggled to tear Bill Gate's belt in two, "but man, he's a married guy, and he's obviously very faithful. I mean, can't you go over there and try to...oh, I don't know...seduce her or somehting?"
My brother rubbed his chin. "well, I mean... I could give it a shot I guess." he shrugged.
My brother then walked over behind Susan and tapped her on her shoulder. Susan swung her head around to meet my brother with a crazed stare. My brother stretched his arms our wide. Then he cried. "TAKE ME MAN-WOMAN! I AM YOURS!"
Susan released her Grip on Bill Gate's belt and Bill fell two feet to the ground in a shredded heap of suit. Susan then lunged for my brother and began ripping his clothes off like a child frantically opening christmas presents.
What followed next, I will not describe.
20 minutes later Susan was lazily smoking a ciggarette peering out at the vast expanse of space. My brother was hastily putting the finishing touches on the piece of code that was to cause a catostrophic explosion in the main reactors of the space nazi's space ship.
Beep, beep, doink. The console my brother was resting his feet on piped up and my brother exclaimed, "hey! it worked!". He quickly transcribed the information from the ships console to his small handheld, beeped a couple buttons and click whoosh, the side entry door across the hanger floor flashed a green light above it.
"ah there you go Susan, that should do you." My brother beamed, susan gave him a sidelong glance, stood up, threw her cigarrette to the ground and waltzed up to the side entry door. She blew my brother a kiss and then dissapeared through the door.
Bill Gates said, "what are we waiting for?!" and began to run for the same door.
"NO BILL wait!" I screamed. "you can't go through there dude, that's space nazi territory!" Bill looked confused.
Bill questioned, "then how the freaking heck are we supposed to get out of here?"
"Like this!" said my brother and with the press of a button a house-sized box opened up. Bill Gates jaw dropped to the ground.
Bill Gates stood with his mouth agape. Slowly he raised a finger and pointed, words came slowly from his mouth."I paid for you guys to make a gigantic spider?"
My brother nodded, "yup, a gigantic, REMOTE-CONTROLLED spider!"
I was still pretty impressed we pulled it off.
I turned to my brother. "I'm still pretty impressed we pulled it off you know, I mean spider and gigantic translucent oxygen suit and all."
Bill Gates was walking around the behemoth, "it's a wolf spider is it?"
I shrugged and mumbled "i dunno, ask my brother."
Bill Gates said his initial question was intended for my brother.
I apologized and turned to my brother, "It's a wolf spider?"
"What?" my brother asked.
"Is it a wolf spider?" I announciated, "The big ass monster in the translucent oxygen suit."
"oh yea, it's a wolf spider." said my brother as he was making some fine tunings on the remote contol device. "I like wolf spiders, and they are much more amiable than a black widow."
"Amiable, right" it wasn't the choice of words I would have chosen for this tank sized arachnid. words that would have described it better in my opinion would have been...oh... scary as all freaking hell!
beep! The device in my brothers hand made the small beeping noise that I had come to associate with some of the more frightening experiences in my life.
"ok, cool, here we go" my brother stuck a small suction cup to his right temple and extended the antenna from it. Strange subsonic sounds tinged with ultrasonic hisses emminated from the creature as the gigantic spider in the translucent oxygen suit began moving it's front legs up and down. "perfect!" my brother added. Now, go, kill, not us, the door. My brother pointed at the locked doorway in front of us and placed the remote device in his front pocket. About 5 seconds for the spider to process and it sprange to life, pounded the steel floor with its legs, turned like a tank on treads 180 degrees to face the blast door, then charged with biological speed that no fabricated machine could ever hope to muster. The 3 foot thick round steel door buckled like tin foil under the assault of the spider. Three ear splitting hits, and the round door busted open, slamming against the hallways wall.
A space nazi guard ran in through the wrended doorway. "what's going on here!?" he asked almost simultaneously as he was splattered against the adjoining wall.
Bill gates had not become un-agape the whole time, but now he looked pale as well. "that was the single most horrific and disturbing thing I have ever seen in my whole life." he said very matter of factly.
My brother looked a little shocked too, "yea, that was pretty gross. I don't feel very good."
I, secretly, thought it was pretty cool. But it was really really messy and I too felt the nausea welling up inside of me.
"Ok, we better get out of here" I said as I slowly inched around the creature and into the hallway. I was making a great effort to not look at the peanut butter and jelly-like remains of the space nazi guard and in doing so stepped on his dismembered arm. "GAH!" I said, "this is not the sort of thing I though I would be doing this evening you know!"
my brother, who seemed to be trying even harder not to look upon the mess on the wall, said "Ok, no I just tell the spider to guard and we should have a clear shot down this hallway to one of the main interface hubs for the ships communication system."
Bill Gates was staring at the the horrific, nacho-esque morbitity before him. "You know, all that rotten.com and steakandcheese must have jaded me, because that is gross. but its not that gross..".
I looked at bill and then I looked at the corpse-spread before me. "Well, yea, I mean, it's not as bad as that bloated fat corpse guy the police found in the hotel room with the porno mags and he had been in there for a week in 100 degree heat. But, that was just a jpeg, this...oh man, look at his intestines.."
My brother grabbed us both, "you guys are going to make me freaking PUKE! have you forgotten that any minute now there will be more space nazis? and they will most certainly make us look alot like homes here on the ground......and er, the wall...and my shoe."
"you're right!" I said. "let's get going billy!"
"don't call me billy." Bill turned a bit red.
"ah bill, sorry man" my brother said. "love you san!"
and my brother and I burst out lauging until a laser bolt flew past our heads.
"to the communications hub!" we all declared in unison, as the spider began attacking like an armadillo in a ketchup-filled-water-baloon store.
"I can't belive you have to use Linux." Said Bill Gates. "I mean, what is so special about this spacecraft's systems that Linux is the only OS that can interface with it?"
I turned to bill and said, "Because my version of XP is cracked the spaceship will be able to tell that something is not right. Because Linux is free and such the spacecraft will do a routine check of the system and judge it to be a valid host."
Bill's mouth dropped open, "you pirate software!?" He was obviously quite shocked.
My brother answered, "of course we do, haven't you ever pirated software?"
Bill gates replied, "heavens no! I can't believe you pirated XP! how could you? it had a serial number that was 25 alpha numeric characters long, there is no way you could have guessed it!"
"Dude," my brother stated. "It's like the easiest piece of software to get a pirated version of. Didn't anyone tell you?"
Bill Gates looked flabbergasted. "My guys told me that it was virtually impenitrable. That no one would be able to crack it. I mean, you know... Because I'm so rich!"
My brother looked at me and I at him. Then we both looked at Bill Gates. My brother spoke.
"Now Bill, while being rich is a reason for a lot of things happening it has very little to do with the propogation of ISO images and serial numbers. I know this may be a bit hard to comprehend, but just becuase you are so nauseatingly rich that I could shit doesn't mean that your employees werent lying to you about the impenitrable security of windows. In fact it's pretty full of holes, don't you read slashdot?"
Bill stood up a little straighter, "of course I read slashdot, just no articles with my cyborg picture above them. They make me mad and I cut my hand once when I punched my monitor. I hate that COYBOY NEAL!!!"
Bill was jumping up and down repeating his deep loathing for slashdot and Coyboy Neil, the.
My brother put his hand on bills shoulder. "Bill, man, don't worry about it. 2000 server was a great operating system. Your NT 5.0 kernel was great. Besides, even though we have to use linux to interface with this spacecrafts systems the virus we are loading into it is written in Visual Basic! doesn't that make you feel better?"
Bill Gates sniffled behind his fogged glasses, "really?" he asked.
"yes bill," my brother responded. "It's a 5k file written completely in VB. See? you did make something good."
Bill gates cheered up a little, "well, that's good news then. Let's blow up these space Nazi's spacship shall we!"
And with that My little brother double clicked on his desktop icon of Tux the linux penguin who was holding the microsoft logo and imediately the lights dimmed and a low rumbling started from deep within the spacecrafts bowels.
AI? Ternary? You're talking crazy!