Memory requirements for American business information are going up again.
I’m old enough I can remember paying $495 for a floppy drive with a capacity of 113k bytes, and I remember seeing advertisements for the early hard drives – $2400 for 5 MB on a 16″ platter. Now I’ve got 500GB on my desktop (250 internal, 250 via USB). We’ve come a long way.
Apparently, the title is in dispute, and has been for a while.
Feral dogs are rampaging around a condo complex in Georgia.
Via: The Shape of Days
The weather forecast is for snow starting tonight (this morning, actually, since it’s after midnight) and continuing into Thursday. We’re expected to receive between ten and twenty inches. They say it’s the heaviest expected snowfall since the “Blizzard of 2003” (their words). Currently, the skies are partly cloudy above me, but the television late news is reporting that it’s already falling on the south side of town.
In other news, in today’s mail, I got a recall notice for my CPAP. Not for the whole machine, but I need to get a replacement for part of it. Luckily, I have a fallback plan available after my trip to Australia earlier this year.
The skyline would certainly be distinctive.
I myself was raised by pigeons after being abandoned in Trafalgar Square as a young nipper. (Be sure to read the letters to the editor.)
Wizbang Tech reports that nearly every lock you have is now worthless. This is for pin/cylinder locks, which is every lock I have on an outside door in my house. The geometry of my house isn’t appropriate for me to add 2x4s to bar the doors (at which point, I assume burglars would go through the windows rather than locate a battering ram).
I don’t need to worry about this bicycle lock problem, because this handy-dandy little device will take care of the bicycle lock I use. I suppose I could ride a bicycle that would be harder to steal, but that’s somewhat counterproductive.
“I don’t have a drinking problem – I drink, I get drunk, I fall down. No problem.”
Cassandra writes on the subjects of problem (re)definition and the limits of patriotic dissent. The whole article is good, but I must admit that I was impressed by the metaphorical “frilly panties of fascism.”
Then again, perhaps I couldn’t. According to a Swedish study, having two soft drinks a day doubles your risk of pancreatic cancer.
When I read that, I tossed the remaining half of the Coke I had been drinking – my mother and one of her sisters died of pancreatic cancer, and I’d prefer not to. It’s a good thing I’ve grown to like iced tea without sugar, because I drink that year-round.
Young women who flash their breasts should be aware that claims of privacy won’t always keep them from wider fame.