posted by Drew Phillips1st, 2009
For years now College students have enjoyed a website named Rate My Professors, which can be found at ratemyprofessors.com.
The website setup is simple. Students from various campuses across the US can sign in, create a profile and rank their professors.
Other students can vote and comment on the professors. Sounds great, but of course, not so great for a certain group of people.
The professors who get bad or what they feel are unwarranted ratings.
For this very reason there is a gulf created: one that pits rate-happy students against disgruntled professors who feel the site unfairly allows opinion to be formed about their name.
Legally, who is in the right? For years ratemyprofessors.com have settled cases that actually went to court, but today the site seems to not be loading at all. Did someone finally sue the site and force them to be shut down?
Only time will tell and college kids will be forced to click ratemyprofessors.com home page and check IMS and emails, instead of doing that finals report, until we know for sure.
posted by Drew Phillips8th, 2009
Writer’s Note: Directions on how to install old school Macintosh Apple emulator on PC along with Oregon trail at end of article. -Dan
There used to be a time when men had to fight nature and wrath of the gods themselves to make a buck. And to this day, every man must at times get back to those beginnings and test his mettle with challenges of old. What better place than the Oregon Trail?
To get back to my roots, it is my solemn duty to band my family together and find riches and hookers out west. The question: could we make it?
Knowing the tough task ahead, I took it upon myself to find a bride, so my family could blaze the trail together.
Bebichan looked especially shocked at her sudden appearance as my pixelated wife, having mothered three of my rotten kids in an instant. Even through the block dress and bonnet, she was still lovely.
One thing I noticed right away is that one of my sons was fond of dresses. So fond, in fact, that he decided to wear one as we set off on the trail. That’s always a good sign on a journey of toughness
As it stood, with family unified it was time to gather some supplies for the trail. To get our food, we had no choice but to head over to Matt’s General Store. The smug bastard was high on his prices, which was never good for an ol’ chronic farmer like me. Still, I played the rogues game and bought what we needed. Take note, even though he is a swindler, he swore that in a journey that would have me facing Indians, disease, and weather, the one essential supply was 200 pounds of bacon -along with flour and sugar (to clearly make bread for the health giving bacon sandwiches).
Choosing the life of a farmer of “the goods” over being a banker from Boston, that visit to Matt’s store damn drained my $400 bucks life savings.
With oxen on yoke, bullets in pocket, and dress-wearing sons in toe, we headed off on the dusty trail. Riches would soon again be mine in Ca-li-for-nigh-a.
The first few days on the trail were fine and dandy. Bebichan was still getting used to being a 2d sprite on an Apple platform, and my boys were gathered in the back writing top 9 lists about the trail. Life was good. Then, on day four, rotten disaster monkey-stomped my life.
Such a sickness could only mean one thing. That dirty bastard Matt from the General Store sold me fake ass vegan bacon! I knew something tasted funky.
The vultures could sense Dockwats’ lack of meat as they circled overhead, ready for an easy meal. The poor kid was losing his fight for life, and I even heard a coyote or two prowling closer and closer. The beasts of nature could sense my boy was about to fall.
With my son falling from such an illness, I had little choice but to take drastic action. My son had to live, dammit!
Heart racing, sweat pouring from my brow, I let my most primal instincts fill my body and soul. I took a handful of dirt and ate it. With Earth itself now pouring through my blood, each pounding beat of my heart now brought me closer and closer to my primal side. I spread dirt on my face, armed my gun with shot. To hide my human scent, I took a massive dump behind a pixelated bush. I was now ready for the hunt.
Madness, you say?! Nay, this was Sparta. I was the fearless leader, and no hellish Matt from the general store was going to kill my boy with his fake ass bacon. No Macintosh created beast was going to feast on limbs. It was time for war!
What happened can only be described as Armageddon. The grounds ran red with rivers of blood. No beast was safe. Women and children hid their eyes. Men stopped mid-trail to build statues of me and sing my praises. Word surely reached 200 miles back to Matt at the general store. He trembled in fear. After killing over 3000 pounds of meat, I triumphantly returned to my family, 100 pounds of butchered buffalo in hand. Dockwats was instantly cured.
And again, the journey continued.
Things seemed to be getting better. The boys were in good health, the wife learned how to make buffalo bacon and my name was known throughout the trail. Even though the oxen got lost a few times, and an old coot conned me out of a wagon axle, the beauty of the landmarks and my family kept me going strong. Then one day, sadness came upon me. It seemed one of my boys was secretly throwing out his buffalo meat.
That little rascal. So again, I’m about to forge out on the hunt, in my journey to bring my family closer to riches and glory out in the West.
How will the adventure end? Only time will tell, I have to throw in Disc 2.
In the meantime, here’s how you can install and get Oregon Trail running on your system. Enjoy…
1. Download AppleWin
2. Download Oregon Trail
3. Open Applewin.exe. Load Otrail_1 through it then click the Apple icon on the right.
4. When told to switch to disc 2 during game, click the Master-1 icon and load Otrail_2.
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