To the machine owners,
Besides owning an APS I also have done consulting work for technology companies. Simple theory.. What can be accessed can also be tampered with, information on the hard drive could be tapped. To protect your machines from a possible attack download www.zonelabs.com This program is easy to download and will ask if you want to connect to the internet or not. No information can be passed if you are not online..
This maybe wise until we learn more...
As a side note... MIki installed our machine in August of 05. The only issue we had was someone forgot to pack the laser guide in the container ( Was not Miki ) . Miki easily found a work around and we were off and running. Not only did he install our machine he also helped us retro fit our shop to accept the machine. ( I would assume he was not to stoked on that but didn't say a peep ) He has always answered our calls and has been an excellent resource. He has created a tool that has made our lives more enjoyable and our time more well spent...
Whatever may come of this I hope that the intent of the APS3000 project is not compromised by lust of coin, and that the original promises, plans, and goals will not stray....
"So, no problems there even if I get run over by a bus (does it have to be a bus?) or....maybe retire."
Will a car do?
Not sure why you replied to my post with your edited comment. Would you like to try to run me over?
This was a reply to someone elses post in the same thread. (Must have hit the wrong button). But considering I'd probably get a significant amount of jail time as well as the fact that I have no idea of who you are I'd have to say no, I wouldn't like to run you over. However, if you're looking for someone to run you down (insurance perhaps?) for the small price of a brand new APS3000 I'd see what I could arrange.
Jail would be the least of your problems.
Glad you dont want to run me over...I'm sure their are lots of people that would like to run over Miki... Your real name isn't John or luciano is it?
I can hear the thunder, the sky is dark. the mountains disappeared and the air is electric.
the deals are done, the ropes are cut, hurry to the ark.
and there will be a storm that will destroy the hierarchy existing, the false gods will fall and the truth prevail.
the king will come and make his claim, the rot will be cleaned and the sun will shine.
only two more nights and it will be done, old will be new and new will be gone...
the fish will survive, the rest will perish and the ark will get stuck at Ararat.
from there we will get the tomorrow of surfing, bigger and better and free as before
the book of Miki, verse one and only
where the hell should I hide the scroll???????
the sky is getting dark, we are all scared. like sheep we hug together in the corner.
no message yet, still no news. all we found was a dirty screw
ALL HAIL hindsight and foresight! -- here at once together now at this post this day!
A thread past and future killed in infant cradle (t'will be, henceforth, lo! below you now! Mark me!)
A thread of lore, of yore, to fore ('s'even, good king, YOUR!) that evens the score!
Herein picked up and therenow nextward downfollowed!
Our guide and framer pieces a knowing, miraculous, mystic narrative:
museish froggish statuary, the good Caesar unhinged
blades of forged plastic deep in pits of sinew arms --
hallucinogenaical toads, opal dreams, vile-ish purple truths,
malevolent scenes of turpescent courses trod, cockatiels, and red wines, aye
and yet, Swaylockians-eth! herein're turns and corners and curves of every line,
bites-eth, rails-eth, spray-eth, and every stoking thingeth alluded to that's not described,
of a kind green wave, an epic swell, ev'n a swell type epic yet unriddeneth!
S'bidden of the morn!
So hail you now! in 3 dimensions!
Hasten us to the teeth of the morrow! And listen well to the KING's sooth!
It will be! King Trimilli is dead--long live the KING!
(Scene continuueth noweth hereinbeloweth)
The elders have chosen to bring you the story (copyright donated to Miki) as you are the ones that need to know.
They chose to tell through me as a courier beware to ask, I do not know.
Delivered by the "Bird of Truth"
the pictures will come, the story unfold. Its gloom or doom who can know,
the future will come, the past will go.
By tele and pathy I receive the story, today is today tomorrow - who knows.
Receive a picture right now from the palace, the King is down, the blood all around.
The screams, the shouting, what happens its ugly, I don't want to see, I want to go home.
Can not see more, its so confusing, the women are hidden, the children cry. Will never
forget the blood all around, oh horror, horrific, I want to cry.
How can this happen, it was all so nice, oh drama unfolding, need a drink on ice.
Surfing will suffer, I am so sure, the witches run amor, what is the cure?