Well, we may have to do the stripe/chip thing again some time. Put simply: chips don't get fucked by other chips -- or stripes, or any other thing you might have around (basically, it's down to redundancy of 10M transistors). The concept does not require a PIN (that's just the way they're used at the moment). They store a ridiculous amount of, possibly personal, information, and they can secure it via high-level cryptography.
They are quite capable of building in a low-power transceiver that works off the wattage supplied by the thing sitting two feet away from them. (Think Bluetooth, but slightly more realistic.)
And no, I don't do any of that stuff. It would just depress me.
I fully understand being depressed whilst queuing for beer at a Buffalo/Cleveland game.
Oddly enough, I have put myself in the position of being depressed by going through Cincinnati on the Greyhound (an altogether nicer city than Cleveland -- although mainly because the river wasn't on fire at the time), and depressed by driving around a thousand miles to get close to Buffalo. (It was a wedding in Rochester. Rochester was dismal enough.)
Expecting to get a decent drink at a B/C game is just insane. Complaining about it is just a minge. God's sakes, if you insist on doing this sort of thing, at least go and watch Green Bay: now there'sclass in adversity.
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Date: 2007-12-18 11:42 pm (UTC)They are quite capable of building in a low-power transceiver that works off the wattage supplied by the thing sitting two feet away from them. (Think Bluetooth, but slightly more realistic.)
And no, I don't do any of that stuff. It would just depress me.
I fully understand being depressed whilst queuing for beer at a Buffalo/Cleveland game.
Oddly enough, I have put myself in the position of being depressed by going through Cincinnati on the Greyhound (an altogether nicer city than Cleveland -- although mainly because the river wasn't on fire at the time), and depressed by driving around a thousand miles to get close to Buffalo. (It was a wedding in Rochester. Rochester was dismal enough.)
Expecting to get a decent drink at a B/C game is just insane. Complaining about it is just a minge. God's sakes, if you insist on doing this sort of thing, at least go and watch Green Bay: now there'sclass in adversity.