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Cryptogram Judges MS Security
johnfoobar writes "The latest issue of Bruce Schneier's Cryptogram has a section entitled 'Judging Microsoft' which aims to "provide a list of measurable recommendations, so that the community can judge Microsoft's sincerity."
Required reading if you use Microsoft products." Update: 02/15 18:15 GMT by M : A better link is Schneier's first essay this month, which is about Microsoft's "Trustworthy Computing" initiative.
Earth to Slashdot - that Counterpane article was discussed on Slashdot last week.
My stomach is very sour, and I keep getting hot flashes. I have terrible gas. My office mates are not amused.
I must have downed 10 pints or so, my wallet is plenty light. Good thing I get paid today.
I need a nice greasy breakfast. After I've been drinking heavily, and after my stomach has settled, a nice greasy meal always fixes me up. For some reason I just crave it.
I didn't get home until 2am, and then I got up at 6. I don't remember how I got home. I woke up with my clothes half on. I couldn't manage to land on the bed, or if I did I fell off of it at some point, because I was on the floor when I got up. My car was in the driveway this morning, but I'm pretty sure I didn't drive last night. If I did, it's a fucking miracle I didn't kill anyone. Note to self : check the grille for bodies.
I've had a pot of coffee, and have started on a 2 liter of coke. I'm still quite drunk. There's some donuts in here that look fantastic, but I don't know if I could hold one down. My kingdom for some hash browns.
I'm planning on getting a breakfasty type burrito, something really spicy. Spicy and greasy is what I need. Something to remind my digestive tract of what kind of rotten bastard it's dealing with.
I also seem to have lost my pipe, so I've got to go down to the head shop to get a new one on my lunch hour. It might be in my pants pocket on the floor, but I'm going to want something to smoke during lunch.
I had to talk to my boss when I got in. There's nothing worse than talking to your boss with last night's ale heavy on your breath. He just wanted to make sure I was going to be productive today. I'm not, but it's nice to know he cares.
As I was typing this, a mate called and suggested I come over and play NHL 2002 for the rest of the day. That's the best idea I've heard in a long time, so I'm out. I'm pretty sure I'm getting fired soon anyway.
Karma suicide? Why not do the real thing?
--SweetAndSourAC
This is a song about the high school experience sung through the eyes of the person who more than anyone else puts young people on the right path. I'm not talking about the teachers, I'm not talking about the coaches, I'm not even talking about the guidence counselors. I'm talking about a person we call.. The LunchLady.
Woke up in the morning, put on my new plastic glove. Served some reheated salsbury steak with a little slice of love.
I got no clue what the chicken pot pie is made of.. Just know everything's doing fine down here in... LUNCHLADY LAND
Well I wear this net on my head..cuz my red hair is fallin' out. I wear these
brown orthapedic shoes cuz I got a bad case of the gout.
I know you want seconds on the corn dogs,but there's no reason to shout.
Everybody gets enough food down here in the magical.. LUNCHLADY LAND.
Well yesterday's meatloaf is today's sloppy joes.
And my breath reaks of tuna and there's lots of black hairs comin' out
of my nose.
AH
Hoagies and grinders, hoagies and grinders
Navy beans, navy beans, navy beans, navy beans.
Hoagies and grinders, hoagies and grinders
Navy beans, navy beans..MEATLOAF SANDWICH.
Sloppy joe slop sloppy joe yeah
Sloppy joe slop sloppy joe ooh-yeah
(with Chris Farley)
Sloppy joe slop sloppy joe yeah
Sloppy joe slop sloppy joe -YEAH
Then one morning that I woke up to see the pepperoni pizza was lookin at me.
It screamed why do you burn me and serve me up cold, I said a I got the spatula- just do what you're told.
And the liver and onions started joining the fight and the chocolate
pudding pushed me with all its might and the chop
Suey slapped me and it kicked me in the head -it's called
Revenge LunchLady said the garlic bread
I said what did I do to make you all so mad?
You got flabby arms and your breath is bad.
And the green beans said you better run and hide
but then my friend Sloppy Joe came and joined my side.
He said if it wasn't for the Lunch Lady the kids wouldn't eat ya
You should be shakin' her hand and sayin' pleased to meet ya
She gives you a purpose and she gives you a goal
You should be kissin' her feet or kissin' her mole
Now all the angry food just leave me alone,
And we all live together in our happy home a thanks to
Sloppy Joe Slop Sloppy Joe yeah
Sloppy Joe Slop Sloppy Joe ooh yeah
Sloppy Joe Slop Sloppy Joe yeah
(slower)Sloppy Joe Slop Sloppy Joe well..
Me and Sloppy Joe got married.
We got six kids and we're doin' just fine.
Down in Lunch Lady Land
OHH WOAH!
-Metrollica
everyone uses linux, so why even bother to talk about microsoft? Mac and linux are so secure, they never have any holes. I wouldn't be suprized if they just froze linux and mac osx, and never updated them any more cus there so good.
It should come as no surprise that Britney Spears emerges unscathed (though not artistically ennobled) from her debut movie, "Crossroads." In this bland female road movie, which follows three friends on a cross-country trip from Georgia to Los Angeles, Ms. Spears's character, Lucy, is nothing less than Little Miss Perfect. Along the way she finds true puppy love with Ben (Anson Mount), the handsome stubbly faced musician who chauffeurs the girls in his 1973 Buick convertible. Ben also sets a fragment of what Lucy calls her "poetry" to music. That piece becomes the movie's climactic ballad, "I'm Not a Girl, Not Yet a Woman" (and not written by Ms. Spears), a wistful anthem of generational angst whose lyrics coyly circle around the drama of the singer's self-proclaimed chastity. Lucy is such a perky all-around know-it-all that when the car breaks down somewhere in Louisiana, she peeks under the hood, immediately discerns what's wrong and calculates down to the last cent how much it will cost to fix. Later on, when the girls, strapped for cash, enter a karaoke competition, Lucy, who has never sung lead except in her own bedroom while gyrating along with Madonna records, fearlessly steps into the breach and delivers a knock-'em-dead "I Love Rock 'n' Roll" that rakes in the necessary cash. Ms. Spears's style of acting is exactly what you would expect from this highly disciplined performer groomed from early childhood to be an ingratiating human entertainment machine. She skillfully goes through the motions of playing a character closely based on her public personality without revealing much of an inner life. Her open face with its crinkly smile and big brown eyes spaced several miles apart holds the camera reasonably well. Though far from a compelling screen presence, Ms. Spears is unaffectedly likable, and in the one scene that requires her to cry, the tears seem to flow naturally. Still, it's a little eerie how machinelike Ms. Spears often appears. Although she is obviously a human being, her looks, singing, dancing and acting all suggest a computerized composite of some people's ideal of the post-teenage all-American girl. For all her worship of Madonna, the 20-year-old star exhibits none of Madonna's rebellious spirit, intellectual curiosity or spiky humor. For all her legendary drive, she also seems remarkably undriven. Unlike Madonna or almost any pop diva you could mention, Ms. Spears has no discernible demons hovering in her aura. Watching Ms. Spears sing, dance and act can leave you wondering what is meant nowadays by the concept of talent. Ms. Spears has a reasonably good generic voice in the childlike mode of today's street-savvy pop cookies, fluid body language and endless stamina. But everything she does seems diluted and secondhand and is never transformed into something original or indelibly self-expressive.
And the fact that most admins are rabid open source zealots has nothing to do with this? If anything, this is an orchestrated attack on the US software industry. Terrorism, if you like.
Prick
I submit a story about 'Red Hat CEO saying linux wont win the desktop war but will win the internet one' and it gets rejected. And shit topics like this get accepted. And OT topics, nothing to do with fusking computers, get accepted too!?! Has /. going up its own ass altogether? Turned into a ultra zealous linux fanboy that wont even open up the discussion that linux has flaws too?