I read through the entire affidavit when it originally came out as I have an interest in online gambling... but I couldn't figure out what exactly the FBI was after these asian gamblers for... the only thing it said was that they had multiple tvs and internet connections going into one suite and when the FBI saw what they were doing, it looked like they were only betting on World Cup matches over the internet.
There has to be more to it... I know online gambling is illegal in the USA, but why get the FBI involved because some foreigners are betting big online?
I think of it as the English language of programming. Picking and choosing all of the best bits from every other language, and bastardizing them into it's own everyday use.
>it's unlikely to do anything other than make you more alert and awake.
I find that extremely hard to believe.
If I drink 5 cups of coffee per day I get heart palpitations, an upset stomach, and am extremely irritable in general. The same goes for my significant other.
I actually went to a heart specialist and wore a heart monitor for 48 hours last year because I was having an irregular heartbeat and would black-out occasionally after jumping up out of a chair. The diagnosis? I'm fine. I just need to ingest less caffeine.
I think I'll stick with my one cup per day, below average amount.
It's just enough to wake up me, keep me alert, without any of the negative effects that caffeine brings with it.
It's obviously no mechanical keyboard, but it's a full sized keyboard none the less, and it allows you to enter large amounts of text into your smartphone much easier than what was previously offered.
I would call that a major improvement in the keyboard arena, not a mediocre typing experience.
The limited rate of data entry was what pulled me away from owning a smartphone. I have a dumbphone and I use my laptop for all my serious work. It's nearly impossible to write code on any smartphone out there as of yesterday. But today I would consider getting a smartphone to actually work on. Probably with an HDMI output on it, too. Just in case.
>The paranoia around opiates has to end. Lack of access to pain medication is a huge problem globally.
I agree 100%.
I passed kidney stones without any pain medication because the "care workers" thought I was a junkie looking for a fix... Even though I had been into their ER a few weeks earlier and was white as a sheet due to incredible pain.
>The first question is whether the government can lawfully compel the telephone’s owner to divulge the passcode. I believe the answer is that yes, a person can in fact face punishment for refusal to enter in the password to decrypt his own phone. If the government obtains a subpoena ordering the person to enter in the passcode, and the person refuses or falsely claims not to know the passcode, a person can be held in contempt for failure to comply.
I thought the exact opposite was true?
That no judge or any court can force you to disclose your password?
>The treatment is: Take B12 every day for the rest of my life.
Every human being on earth that I know of needs this. It's not just vegetarians.
What foods were you eating while homeless?
I imagine it's fairly tough to come by nutritional yeast and other B-complex rich foods whilst living on the street.
My girlfriend is a strict vegetarian, gets her blood checked regularly, and is apparently fine. We assume because she supplements all of the necessary nutrients that she lacks in her food. Mainly iron and the b complex vitamins I believe.
That's exactly how I felt when I called in for a refill of my pain medication after just having met with multiple doctors in the ER just a few weeks prior.
Do they really think I intentionally got kidney stones (which they saw themselves on xray) just to get an extra refill of pain meds a few weeks later?
No, the lady on the phone probably got intense amount of pleasure by telling me off verbally and hanging up. At least that's one of the only reasons I can think she didn't even bother to listen to me.
I was upset and confused, but too proud to call back and have myself humiliated again. So I just grinned and bore it and screamed like a baby when the stones actually passed a few days later.
A funny side note to this story... I can laugh at it all now seeing as it's ten years in the past. In my long walk to the hospital (I was a poor student at the time, unable to even afford the bus) me and my girlfriend passed a band of elderly ladies who took one look at me and within seconds said "Oh no, look at him. You must have stones, don't you laddy?".
I wasn't sure what was wrong with me at the time and I just replied something like "haha, I hope that's it!" and continued on to the hospital.
6 hours and an xray later... the doctors confirmed the very same thing.
>The man I paid was in his forties, and he spoke to me in the most patronizing tone, as if I were some silly little girl who did not have the right to question his work, despite the fact that I was paying for it.
I'm not surprised in the slightest because as a young male this has happened to myself numerous times in the past before I got sick of it and decided to learn programming myself.
Generally programmers who you hire for a one-off programming job and don't really have any connection to will berate you if you call their work sub par.
In a way, I almost agree with their attitude. Because what do you honestly know? If you knew the best way to program what you think you wanted, why didn't you code it yourself?
In hindsight, the things I thought the programs I paid for should or could have done better were actually impossible and I appreciate now the bluntness of the programmers I paid to tell it to me straight.
>I wandered outside the boundaries of telemetry. They lost my heartbeat. When I returned, they scolded me.
The audacity of health care industry workers (those who should know what a certain disease entails) who place blame on their patients for acting normally is infuriating.
I had kidney stones once at a young age. I remember barely walking into the emergency room one night after they became too painful.
As soon as I arrived, white as a sheet of paper, they asked me a few questions... doped me up on morphine... and managed to "lose" me on a gurney in a hallway somewhere for a few hours until my girlfriend at the time came and found me.
They took xrays I believe and I was free to go with some more painkillers in hand.
Apparently the hospital told me that I was supposed to call them by X date if I wanted any more painkillers.
I called them back about a week after that date had passed, asked for a refill, and was scolded like I was some drug addict just looking for a fix. I think they even hung up on me. How could I be so stupid as to have forgotten a date they told me when I was high as a kite by their own doing? Right.
I ended up passing them without any painkillers which as many of you have probably heard is unbelievably painful.
I understand that it can get monotonous working in a hospital, but with the amount of money they're paid to work there you would hope that they would be required to operate with a little compassion. Considering the fact that many people in a hospital are leaving this world.
What if the author's last memory was that of a person she didn't know berating her for something she wasn't sure she even did?
There has to be more to it... I know online gambling is illegal in the USA, but why get the FBI involved because some foreigners are betting big online?