Re: The key in XP was a joke
Some of us built our own PCs back then. Most that did still do. So no "sticker". Shocking, isn't it? The concept of free will is lost on many these days, alas.
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Most of your points are addressed by a combination of Usenet and IRC. The rest are glitter that are addressed by the johnnie-come-lately webby-pointy-clicky thingie and don't actually help get work done (unless you're a marketard, sucking at the eyeballs of the GreatUnwashed for nourishment)..
"Investigators added that an object of similar weight to the Skyranger drone could cause fatal injuries to somebody wearing a hard hat if dropped from a height of just four metres, or 13 feet."
Yeah, but needle-sharp 3.5kg iridium spikes don't often fall point-down [o|i]nto people wearing hardhats. Not in my experience, anyway.
As you know very well, those differences depend entirely on which style guide or manual of style you subscribe to, and as such are quite subjective. It's probably not worth debating in this forum, though —Knowing the commentardariat, it'd probably devolve into something as silly as how many tittles can dance on the head of a pica pole, and whether or not they are strictly necessary.
The supposed "strong opposition" is from a very small, but loud, number of bible thumpers. Fortunately, their numbers are dwindling with each generation. Probably dying off as a result of refusing to believe in the modern world and the things that it has brought us. Like medicine.
And I'll take a God's name in vain even if one chooses to prove that it exists. (Which has never happened, ever. I wonder why?) Nothing is deserving of worship. Period.
"When everyone you hear from is telling you that you are a God, then eventually even the most cynical of us will start to believe it.
Except those of us who grok critical thinking. And people who remember Tony Webster and David Harris-Jones (Great! and Super!) from Rossiter's Reginald Perrin.
The fawners need their collective heads examining.
I never said that about the Web. I said that about how the Web was used.
Gopher isn't all that bad. My 105 years young Great Aunt is not quite done publishing her life story in Gopher. When I started teaching her, it seemed like the easiest option for what she was trying to do. That was about 28 years ago, when Auntie was a sprightly 77ish. I run the server. I'd have moved her over to the Web years ago, but she's resistant to change and quite happy with gopher. I almost hope she never finishes it ... I kind of suspect that the project is one of the things that keeps the old girl going.
"It's unfortunate that nobody thought through the consequences of unrestrained social media before letting the genii out of the bottle."
Sure we thought about it. We even built it. It's called "Usenet"; you may have heard of it. It was (and is!) a grand experiment ... but it's not exactly what I would call "family friendly" ... and by it's very nature, it cannot be made family friendly. But as an adult toy, used by and for adults, it is perfectly adequate for what it does do well.
As a result of the reality of the Usenet experience, some of us old-guard warned the newbie point&drool WWW set what would happen when they re-invented the wheel, but with an advertising-driven capitalist bent. Would they listen? Hell no. Follow the money, they said. And did. With absolutely zero thought of anything remotely resembling social ramifications.
And here we are. Lovely, ain't it?
Methinks the clouds they are walking on are wearing thin ...
"How many orgs that have gone big on public cloud could survive being thrown off their 'infrastructure' at almost no notice?"
Who cares? We warned 'em, they ignored us in favo(u)r of better marketing. They have made their beds, let 'em lie[0] in 'em.
[0] Or more probably, they will take their lay, and bugger off & lie about it. My O-level English teacher is now spinning furiously.
Apparently it's hard to separate reality from fiction when you are in an echo chamber and everyone's talking at once. This was inevitable when they removed critical thinking from the list of important things children should know before graduating grade-school.
I never really thought about it, but I guess I've kind of been my own buyer since the 1960s. Chasing down parts and prices is half of what makes restoring old stuff fun ... and growing up in Silly Con Valley, building stuff from scratch on a budget was normal. Normal in my circle of friends, anyway. I've had a pile of cross-reference books (like you used to see at automotive shops) for auto, bike, truck, aircraft and farm equipment for about as long as I can remember.
The twine is something I know about because I have a couple of balers. We grow our own hay and alfalfa, and I do custom baling (mowing, raking, conditioning ...) for the neighbors. It's fairly easy money when you have good equipment[0], cuts down on fire risk in "unplanted" european oat-grass fields, and they are happy not to do the work themselves. Win-win-win.
[0] "Good" in this case is not synonymous with "new". Instead, it means "reliable". I'd rather have a 1960s tractor & implements that give me a week of downtime per year than brand new John Deere kit that keeps me waiting on parts for a month per year ... and after I get them, I need to get an appointment at the dealer, who has to do all the work (including oil and filter changes!) or I lose my warranty. And of course I have to (pay to) transport the kit to the dealer and back, a three hour round trip. Fuck that ...
The OP said the string went through (not over) fences. What is the lowest altitude aircraft are allowed to fly in your jurisdiction? Crop dusters[0] excepted.
More likely it was a couple drunk kids from the nearest Uni with the largest roll of baler twine they could find, stuffed into a backpack (or backpacks) and trailing out behind.
Come to think of it, they probably found it on the side of the road[1]. Now, what can we do with 15ish miles of string in a single long length? Wrapping the village Bobby is too obvious ...
[0] "Aerial Applicator" is the new PC term, but I always forget to use it.
[1] Honest, Guv, it fell off the back of a tractor!
"I was just amazed that you could get a single piece of string that length."
You can get bailing twine that long. It's usually sold in 20,000 foot lengths (two still connected 10,000 foot spools in a single box (this one measures 8.5x10.25x16 inches)), but the factory will ship 100,000 feet (5 boxes, just under 19 miles) or more in a single length. I have seen a pallet with 45 still connected boxes. That's over 170 miles of the stuff.
Cost? US$25 for 20,000 feet at retail. Always in stock at the local Tractor Supply Store. Far cheaper per foot for bulk orders. Just make sure you ask the factory not to cut the string between boxes.
No downvotes from me ... You described what your memory says you saw as a 6 year old, and didn't go into baseless flights of fancy about it.
I created one of those triangles in a campground in the Sierra by stringing three little dim lights about 40 feet up, in an open space between some pine trees. Come later in the evening, we were all telling tall tales around the camp fire, as is typical in such situations. I told a story similar to yours, and at the opportune moment had my Wife turn on the lights and point up with a "Just like that one?".
The lights were just bright enough to fool the eye into thinking that there were no stars showing between them .... Presto, huge dark triangular shaped "craft" over our camp fire. When the wife shut them off after about 5 seconds, I yelled "Shit! Did you see how FAST that thing was?". One of the guys not in on the trick commented that it made it over the next ridge (about four miles away) in under a second. Strangely enough, almost everybody agreed with him. At this point, some people were claiming they thought it was redish.
The oddest thing is that when I collected my wire and lights the next morning, several people asked what I was doing. I told them. They did not believe me! So I told everybody the truth about the hoax over breakfast. Most of them refused to listen, and today many of them still tell the story of the huge triangle craft hovering over our camp that disappeared like a bat out of hell when we all looked up at it.
I never messed with that kind of mass illusion again. Too much room for error.