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If the end-times come, will it be able to fly?
;)
Quite cool.
That looks like a lot of walking. I think skyscrapers with elevators make better workplaces.
For years the site of the Apple space ship headquarters was a Hewlett-Packard site. They must have sold the site to Apple.
Seems basically the EXACT “diameter” of the Pentagon.
What a coinkydink.
The Pentagon is a perfect fit within the circle? What are the odds?
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Nah, that's planned for v 2.0.
When you fly over, or do a google map view of my place of employment, one of the buildings looks like and 40pin DFN IC . . .
Nowhere near as cool as a spaceship,, but spiffy nonetheless. .
The traffic around there will be bad depending on the number of people in that building.
[While in jail, the Ghostbusters are studying the blueprints of Dana’s apartment building and uncover some startling facts]
Egon Spengler: The structure of this roof cap is exactly like the kind of telemetry tracker that NASA uses to identify dead pulsars in deep space.
Ray Stantz: Cold riveted girders with cores of pure selenium.
Peter Venkman: [to jailbirds suddenly looking over the blueprints] Everybody getting this so far? So what? I guess they just don’t make them like they used to, huh?
Stantz: [slaps Venkman up the head] No! Nobody ever made them like this! I mean, the architect was either a certified genius or an authentic wacko!
Venkman: Ray, for a moment, pretend that I don’t know anything about metallurgy, engineering, or physics, and just tell me what the hell is going on.
Stantz: You never studied. The whole building is a huge super-conductive antenna that was designed and built expressly for the purpose of pulling in and concentrating spiritual turbulence. Your girlfriend lives in the corner penthouse of Spook Central.
Venkman: She’s not my girlfriend. I find her interesting because she’s a client and because she sleeps above her covers. Four feet above her covers! She barks, she drools, she claws...
Spengler: It’s not the girl, Peter, it’s the building. Something terrible is about to enter our world, and this building is obviously the door. The architect’s name was Ivo Shandor. I found it in Tobin’s Spirit Guide. He was also a doctor. Performed a lot of unnecessary surgery. And then in 1920, he started a secret society.
Venkman: Let me guess: Gozer worshippers?
Spengler: Right.
Venkman: [to Stantz] “No studying”!
Spengler: After the First World War, Shandor decided that society was too sick to survive. [notices more jailbirds listening in] And he wasn’t alone; he had close to a thousand followers when he died. They conducted rituals up on the roof, bizarre rituals intended to bring about the end of the world, and now it looks like it may actually happen!
Venkman: [singing] So be good, for goodness sake! Whoa! Somebody’s coming! Somebody’s coming!
Ray Stantz: We have to get out of here. We’ve gotta get a judge or something.
Winston Zeddemore: Hey, wait a minute! Hold it! Now are we actually gonna go before a federal judge, and tell him that some moldy Babylonian god is gonna drop in on Central Park West and start tearing up the city?!
Spengler: Sumerian, not Babylonian.
Venkman: Yeah. Big difference.
Zeddemore: No offense, guys, but I gotta get my own lawyer.