X-server for PS2

PineGreen writes: "Alllinuxdevices.com has a story today about Metrolink porting their Micro-X server to Playstation2. Sony still refuses to sell their Linux kit outside Japan, and the Blockman Trading version works on PSOne only. Now, when will I have an excuse to buy a PS2?"

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Re:Er, no you can't.

[mosch]

things you listed -- $447

• Athlon 1.3Ghz w/mobo -- $192
• 512 megs of DDR -- $82
• 40 Gig hd -- $95
• Geforce 2 MX -- $78

things you didn't -- $240

• Case + power supply -- $35
• Firewire port -- $20
• Keyboard -- $40
• Mouse -- $40
• Gamepads -- $40
• Sound card -- $35
• upgrade to include TV output on video, seeing as you neglected to include the cost of a monitor, or a KVM -- $30

Total : $687

But wait... a playstation 2 lets 2 people play games against each other no problem. PC games all seem to require multiple computers for that too... so let's assume you only have one friend, and we'll double it.

Total Cost : $1374

but wait... now we need two NICs and a crossover cable.

Total Cost : $1424

Shit, you got a second friend. He wants to play too. Now you need 3 patch cables, another NIC, a hub and another machine.

Total Cost: $2241

So for $2241, you have a multiplayer gaming system that rivals... a $400 ps2 based setup. except it's a pain in the ass to setup, takes a ton of space, uses about 850 watts more power, and isn't as much fun as having your friends all huddled around one TV.

michael takes over slashdot.

[Anonymous Coward]

Is Michael trying to take over Slashdot? As evidenced elsewhere, we can be fairly certain Michael is a shady character at best. From holding websites hostage, to threatening to censor posters for religious beliefs, Michael has earned quite a reputation here. If you'll please take a look at the last two to three days of Slashdot stories, you'll see Michael with the lion's share of the posts. It may be prudent to consider for a moment why this is.

I am going to conjecture that there is some sort of power struggle going on behind the scenes at Slashdot. The site is getting older, and clearly not any better. Trolls and flamers all but own the discussions, stories get repeated at ridiculous rates, and the general attitude toward the site in the internet community is one of mockery. (How many times have you heard people proclaim things like "Slashdot is now a joke", "I used to read Slashdot before it went downhill", etc...) We also know that Slashdot's parent company, VA Linux, is not doing very well.

Perhaps Taco, who is becoming more mature, realizes he has a greater calling in life than that of running a second rate web board and watching anime all day. Perhaps he has made these feelings known to the slashdot elite. Perhaps some of them feel the same way. Others, seeing an opportunity for personal gain, might not feel the same way. Maybe others think that by brown-nosing and working extra hard, they will be given the title of Slashdot leader. This is where Michael comes into the picture I believe. If Slashdot does fall into his hands, we can only hope it doesn't suffer the same fate as other sites he has been webmaster of, namely censorware.org. Judging by his previous behavior, I would not rule anything out at this point.

Then again, maybe he just didn't have anything to do this weekend.

The Oppression of Young Lucas

[Anonymous Coward]

The following events took place during the early 1980's. When Lucas' problem was first brought to the attention of my brother Carl and myself, he was a thin, fourteen-year-old boy of Puerto Rican heritage. Actually, Carl and I had been friends with Lucas and his family for several years, and we'd always known Lucas to be mild mannered, with a friendly, pleasant disposition. Lately, however, he'd been experiencing sudden and inexplicable changes in his personality, during which he'd become violent, and begin screaming and cursing at those around him in a deep, gutteral voice which did not sound like his own. He'd then return to normal, claiming to have absolutely no recollection of what had just transpired. Carl and I were both there to witness a couple of Lucas' "fits", and not only would he be screaming as if in a frenzy one moment, and bellowing with a deep, maniacal sounding laughter the next...but the atmosphere in whatever room this was taking place would also noticeably change. It was as if the energy were actually being drained out of each and every one of us in the room there with him, accompanied by an undeniable sence of foreboding.

Lucas' family had repeatedly taken him to doctors, who could find no organic cause for the teenage boy's condition. Finally, turning to their religious heritage for an explanation, the family reached the conclusion that Lucas was being "oppressed" by an invading evil spirit. This was also devined and confirmed by Lucas' aunt, who happened to be an experienced "Bruharia" (wise spiritual advisor). Consequently, it was determined that the only way to cure Lucas of his affliction, was to expel the invading spirit through exorcism.

One night, after Lucas had just recovered from one of his episodes, I accompanied him to his room, and asked him if he had any idea why this was happening to him. Lucas explained to me that when he was a young boy, maybe five or six years old, he'd been walking through a cemetery with family members, when a single glove lying upon the ground had attracted his attention. Out of normal curiosity, he'd picked the glove up...when suddenly, an odd sensation had come over him. "It's hard to explain," he told me, "but it felt as if something had suddenly 'attatched' itself to me."

"Perhaps the glove had been used or worn by someone in some sort of occult ceremony," I suggested. "Please, go on."

That night, when Lucas had gone to bed alone in his room, a "crazy looking old man" suddenly appeared at the foot of his bed, telling the terrified boy that he now belonged to HIM, and no one else! The old man continued to make frequent nightly appearances throughout the next year or so...until he finally stopped, to Lucas's relief. But now these attacks were happening to him. "And I feel so terrible afterwards, because people tell me what I've done, but I don't remember any of it," Lucas explained to me, his eyes filling with tears.

Patting his shoulder, I assured him, "This isn't your fault, Lucas. I don't blame you, and you shouldn't blame yourself...and we'll do everything we possibly can to help you. In the meantime, I'll certainly keep you in my prayers." Looking relieved, Lucas smiled, and sincerely thanked me for understanding. Because we were both trusted friends of the family, and because we'd had some previous experience concerning paranormal matters, Carl and I were both invited to attend and participate in the exorcism ceremony...which would be presided over by Lucas' aunt, the Bruharia. While discussing preparations, I suggested to the family that it might be advisable for a member of the clergy to be consulted, and if possible, to be present during the ceremony. However, they confidently assured me that this would not be necessary, since they were totally competent and capable of dealing with the situation themselves.

Thus it was, that the exorcism ceremony was set for a Saturday evening in February, to be held in the parlor of Lucas' family's apartment building, located on Hanover Street in Providence, Rhode Island.