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A/D and D/A Boards for Linux?

Posted by Cliff on from the breaking-into-the-niche dept.

Quadropleen+ asks: "I work in a lab where we do real time control of industrial hardware. To this point, we've been using several old A/D and D/A boards to control these processes under DOS, due to the anti-real time properties of Windows. Well, our cards are beginning to fail, and we're looking for replacements. I've been trying to get my advisor to move to Linux, and I see this as a great opportunity to leverage a better OS onto our machines. Does anyone have suggestions/experience with using A/D & D/A boards with Linux? What are the best and worst ones out there?"

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  1. Sweating Bullets by Anonymous Coward · · Score: -1, Offtopic

    Megadeth - Sweating Bullets

    Hello me...Meet the real me.
    And my misfits way of life.
    A dark black past is my
    Most valued possession.
    Hindsight is always 20-20,
    But looking back it's still a bit fuzzy.
    Speak of mutually assured destruction?
    Nice story... Tell it to Reader's Digest!!!

    Feeling paranoid
    True enemy or false friend?
    Anxiety's attacking me, and
    My air is getting thin.
    I'm in trouble for the things
    I haven't got to yet.
    I'm chomping at the bit, and my
    Palms are getting wet, sweating bullets.

    Hello me...It's me again.
    You can subdue, but never tame me.
    It gives me a migraine headache
    Thinking down to your level.
    Yea, just keep on thinking it's my fault
    And stay an inch or two outta kicking distance.
    Mankind has got to know
    His limitations.

    Feeling claustrophobic,
    Like the walls are closing in.
    Blood stains on my hands and
    I don't know where I've been.
    I'm in trouble for the things
    I haven't got to yet.
    I'm sharpening the axe and my
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    Some day you too will know my pain,
    And smile its black tooth grin.
    If the war inside my head
    Won't take a day off I'll be dead.
    My icy fingers claw your back,
    Here I come again.

    Feeling paranoid
    True enemy or false friend?
    Anxiety's attacking me
    And my air is getting thin
    Feeling claustrophobic,
    Like the walls are closing in.
    Blood stains on my hands and
    I don't know where I've been

    Once you committed me
    Now you've acquitted me
    Claiming validity
    For your stupidity
    I'm chomping at the bit
    I'm sharpening the axe
    Here I come again.

    Sweating bullets