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Pheromone Robotics
An Anonymous Coward writes: "This is the official text I just came across: "The HRL Pheromone Robotics program aims to provide a robust, scalable approach for coordinating actions of large numbers of small scale robots to achieve large scale results in surveillance, reconnaissance, hazard detection, path finding, payload conveyance, and small-scale actuation." But it's the spooky image that grabbed *me*..." Here's some more on the pheromone-sniffing robots pictured, and some more information about making robots that hunt in packs. The page has not been updated for a while, but it's worth seeing.
first post! go trolls!
I just saw a picture of this five year old girl, she was wearing nothing but a diaper and a t-shirt, it made me so horny
I troll it up, when I'm going to be gone for a day or more. I don't even feel the temporary IP ban.
I troll it up when I'm not gone too. Yea for multiple accounts.
I was going to tell you about this website. I hope you enjoy it.
OK- I've been on Slashdot for a while now. At first I read it for the links, which were great. Then I started reading comments. I didn't post for a long time. I watched the moderation system evolve into what it is today.
But the fact is, Slashdot is broken. If you're not familiar with the most moderated thread on slashdot, go here. Without going into too much detail, nameless Slashdot editors 'threadslapped' an entire thread of comments under the comment entitled "The first Slashdot troll post investigation." Every post there goes to -1, Offtopic within minutes it appears.. which is why I'm not posting this comment in that thread.
When I first read this, I was pissed - isn't Slashdot's moderation system "user based" as CmdrTaco has insisted on since the beginning? CmdrTaco has ALWAYS recommended a moderation system that was completely controlled by the users. He said he was against manually intervening.. until he admitted to bitchslapping users because he didn't like them. But that's old news and if you've been on Slashdot long enough, you know it's par for the course.
Let's compare: Why does Slashdot suck while K5 continues to be a good community? Don't forget that K5 editors reserve the right to kill comments and even ban users. Rusty is the first to admit that K5 is NOT a democracy. Still, the two biggest differences are users moderating story submissions, and the fact that you can SEE who moderated each comment, if you want. These two features are enough to prevent this kind of thing (wholesale downvoting of comments) from ever happening on Kuro5hin.
Is it hypocritical to disapprove of Slashdot's editors, while praising K5's editors, even though they have always reserved the right to dictate the content of their site? Yes. But do I care? No, I don't care. The fact is that Slashdot's editors are a bunch of hypocrites themselves. CmdrTaco, champion of "your rights online," violated his own philosophy by sticking his nose in a "user moderated" forum. Jamie McCarthy doesn't post stories often, but this comment on K5 makes you wonder if he wasn't behind the systematic downmodding.
From his comment: "But if editors (who of course have unlimited mod points, we've said this before) happen to notice off-topic threads taking over stories, we moderate them as such. Duh."
Ah.. but where do you admit to that, Jamie? Not in the Slashdot FAQ.. (no, admitting it on K5 does not count). Actually, the FAQ says "Slashdot is committed to the idea of a completely free and open forum." CmdrTaco wrote that, over a year ago. A completely free and open forum that silences an entire discussion because one person didn't like where it was going.
A couple things before I post this and lose all my karma (btw it's just a number and I don't care how much I have). This moderation wouldn't bother me so much, if it wasn't for all the (justified) bitching and moaning from the editors when MS wanted to get a comment taken off of Slashdot. Now they have the gall to do the same thing themselves, without any public comment? I think this deserves a front page 'sorry' from whichever editor did it.
You'll notice I didn't use the word censorship once. This isn't censorship! You don't have a god given right to post to Slashdot. The editors can do what they like. I prefer to look at the site as a sort of failed human experiment. In these comments, you can find humanity at its most eloquent and compassionate (read the 'Hellmouth' stories again. It's worth it. They are that good). You can also find, well, mindless garbage that gives real trolls a bad name. But in the end it comes down to the editors. They're the bread and butter of a site like this, and they used to be good. Many of us have watched this community die, thanks to them.
Well, that's just my take on the matter.
Do you eat Ramen Noodles? Do you like to eat them with hot sauce? Do you like to eat them while listening to "They Might Be Giants"? Do you like eating them while you are wearing a diaper? Do you use AOL Instant Messanger? Are you italian? Are you American? Are your feet cold? Is there snow outside? Why is the sky blue?
Dude, it was the diaper itself that got me off, not the girl. although the thought of a five year old still wearing diapers is nice, it is also disgusting. Sicko.
So in I pop, ready to go for my McShit. Acosted by one of the cleaners in there, I started yabbering on about how yes, I will really buy one of your rancid burgers in a minute.
Thats right, I went for a McShit with Lies!
Mr Thinly Sliced
PS. Here are some pictures that I assure are worthy of your time.
Perhaps she has anal problems?
An estimated 11% of the american population (figures for the EU are similar) is incontinent due to failure of a component in the anus and alot of them wear diapers.
New treatments who aren't quite mainstream yet should be able to cure about 2/3 of patients diagnosed with incontinence, but unfortunately most of them are too ashamed to even go see a doctor.
You should not laugh at people who wear diapers, it is exactly this kind of attitude which continues to ruin many peoples (social) lives.
I'd love to flick this girl's clit.
acorrding to this anonymous post (it may have already been deleated by the time you read this post), OSDN is experiencing some major feduciary problems. As the post speculates, the only hope for /.'s survival is to cut back on reasources: editors, story comments, or perhaps just fuck jon katz up the ass with a big black dildo. Why does god always take the good websites?
An estimated 11% of the american population (figures for the EU are similar) is incontinent due to failure of a component in the anus and alot of them wear diapers.
Funny, that's about the same % as the number of people who had anal sex. Maybe these people should have though about their fragile anal components before allowing an erect penis to be rammed into their tight delicate anus.
most of them are too ashamed to even go see a doctor.
See my explanation above.
Tell me, how do you type while wearing a straitjacket?
Rob Malda has barely made any effort to fully describe the process of selecting Slashdot moderators. What little information that has been supplied is an outright lie. The story of Malda's moderation system is far more insidious than merely separating wheat from chaff.
Last night, as I leaned over to give my Natalie Portman poster a tender kiss goodnight, I was psychically cast into a hypnotic trance. While entranced, my spirit guides delivered unto me the tale of the Slashdot moderators. Prepare to have your faith in Mr. Malda and moderation shaken to the core.
Not long ago, Rob Malda was an outcast teenager. He did well in some of his classes, but was terrible with English. As is so often the tragic case today, his teachers passed him anyway, just to get rid of him. Since Malda had no real life, he spent much of his time on the computer (of course), and watching the public-access cable channel. It was there that Malda heard of the mysterious Mongolian monks.
Malda was watching his favorite talk show, "Elizabeth Claire prophet." the guests that night were a group of monks based in Mongolia. The monks described how they had been traveling to china to trade some of their cute teen daughters for Natalie Portman memorabilia. The monks had traveled no more than three days when they noticed a brilliant light in the daytime sky. The light grew larger. In addition, larger. And larger. Soon the sky was completely hidden, from horizon to horizon, by a giant metallic disk.
The monks were taken aboard the craft and placed under some sort of alien mind-control. There, they were given the deepest possible insights into the nature of man, the universe and god. A week later, the alien beings returned the monks to the earth and vanished forever.
The monks considered the area holy ground and constructed a new temple there, not bothering to return to their old monastery. They took their daughters as wives and began their own commune of worship, based on the teachings of the aliens. The monks practiced meditations, which unleashed powerful spiritual forces within them. As the wives bore children, the community grew.
Malda was intrigued by the spiritual insights received by the monks and excited by the idea of incestuous pleasures. Unfortunately, the monks had no internet connection and so Malda could not email them. Without hesitation, Malda booked a flight and left for Mongolia. The plane ride was long and tiring, but his curiosity kept him driven.
After a month of searching, Malda finally located the commune. Initially, he kept a safe distance, for fear of rejection. He studied the monks from afar. Malda had heard stories of the monks' bizarre meditations, which gave them extraordinary powers. Malda was somewhat skeptical of these stories at first, until he saw the truth first-hand.
In the week, that Malda studied the monks; he witnessed the breaking of every natural law. He was astonished as he watched the monks levitate, create pockets of lush weather within the commune and communicated with spirit forces. Malda grew more and more excited and he devised a plan for meeting them.
Malda knew the monks would respect him if he could display his own "magical" powers. He was determined to win their confidence, and he had with him all of the necessary tools. He approached the commune confidently. The monks greeted him with skepticism at the gate. Malda took a deep breath and began his show.
Using an Aibo, a can of jolt cola and an inflatable sex doll, Malda shocked the monks with his display of magical powers. The monks accepted him into the commune. Malda's head was shaved and he was given a robe and a room. The monks warned Malda to stay away from their daughters-wives.
The monks methodically taught Malda the word of the great messengers. He learned eagerly at first, but soon grew bored with his life in the commune. Malda's life was further stressed when his blow-up doll suffered a puncture-wound and became useless. A few days later, his Aibo's power dried up. With no pet and no woman, Malda slowly grew crazed.
Malda had hit rock bottom. His penis chafed from dry-hand masturbation and the cold, dry climate. One dark night, he snuck into the kitchen and convinced one of the daughter-wives to join him in his room. Malda was quite relieved that he would finally get some female tenderness... for the first time in his life. He was so excited; he almost closed the deal prematurely.
Unluckily for Malda, the daughter-wife's father-husband was expecting her in bed at that particular moment. The women were expected to be with the monks at a very specific time for retirement. The monk went on a violent rampage throughout the temple, ending with Malda's room. He flung open the door to behold his daughter-wife half disrobed and lying on top of Malda. Malda looked up at the monk and gasped. The daughter-wife giggled.
The monk unsheathed his sword and the daughter-wife was beheaded on the spot. Malda kicked the unviable head away from him and jumped out of the bed. He backed himself into a corner, terrified. The monk approached him with sword raised. Just as he reached striking distance, he dropped the sword and collapsed, crying for the loss of his daughter and the betrayal of his adopted son. Malda was dishonorably discharged from the commune.
Malda wandered into the forest and took shelter in a cave. He spent the next five days curled up in a fetal position, feeding on bat guano and insects. The bitterness and hatred consumed Malda. Once again, he was an outsider. He decided that this time, he would not be trampled on.
Malda wandered for three days until he came upon a small village. He entered the shop of the local blacksmith and killed the ironworker by bashing him in the head with the Aibo. Malda crafted himself a massive machete. He took apart the Aibo and used its quality Sony components to enhance the machete with a nuclear driven flaming mechanism.
Malda returned to the commune. He took one last look at the peaceful community, and then hit the ignition switch on his machete. The weapon screamed like a thousand tortured souls as it ignited with flame. Malda then inserted the rechargeable battery from the Aibo into his rectum. Malda stormed the compound, beheading all of the monks and devouring their brains, thus capturing their souls into the battery in his anus.
The sky turned the color of blood and a great storm of pestilence swept over the village. Malda barely escaped before the commune was decimated by the hand of god, thus purging the terrible evil that had been committed. His face stained with blood and his heart stained with the forces of evil, Malda returned to the United States.
Malda was crazed with power. He devised another insidious plan. He would build an army of mindless followers, which he would use to bring the world to its knees. He would use an online site for the tech-savvy elite to build this army. But he needed a way to control the chaotic masses that would come flocking to his new site. He needed his generals.
Malda prowled the streets of his hometown, enticing male prostitutes with promises of cheap crack cocaine and sexual favors. Once the prostitutes agreed to join Malda in his basement, he would tie them up and place the Aibo battery, upside down, in their rectum. He would then abuse the hapless victim with words of derision and samples of his writing.
The abuse was so severe, that the spirit of the victim would be broken and the soul of one monk would be absorbed from the battery. The resultant creature was not a man, nor a zombie. It was some pathetic monstrosity. The beaten souls of the monks were enslaved to Malda's terrible evil. They depended upon his evil powers for sustenance. Malda labeled his terrible, elite guard the "moderators."
Malda's site grew quickly in popularity and the moderators enforced blandness and conformance with a heavy hand. No good army has room for an individual. The moderators are psychically connected to Malda and know his word. That word is enforced on Slashdot. The subtle moderations effectively warped the minds of those who visited the site and grew addicted, due to the powerful evil force exuded by its words.
Today, Malda sits in his office, strumming his electric guitar, waiting for his army of darkness to ripen.