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The rates are currently set at $5 per 1000 pages. To put this into perspective, $20 (typical magazine subscription) will be enough pages for 82% of our readers to view Slashdot without ads for a year. Another 15% will need to spend $5 a month to accomplish the same thing. 3% of our readers would need to spend more than $5 a month- but they could choose to see ads on comments and in almost every case, still pay around $5 a month. (As an aside, it's also worth noting that more than half of all comment posters fall into this 3%)
We realize that this system is more complex, but Slashdot has a third of a million readers per day with different reading habits, and this is the best way to accomodate everyone fairly.
Currently we only accept payment via paypal. It was simply easy and fast. We intend to offer other options as time permits and readers request.
Eventually we intend to offer additional features to subscribers. Exactly what those plums are remains to be decided: Access to the rejected submissions bin? A 'Gold Star' in your comments header? Karma? (I think that would be hilarious) We really don't know. We'll decide and implement what makes sense as we have time to do it.
We are doing our best to learn from the mistakes made by other sites that have started charging for subscriptions. We won't create subscriber only features that cost more to maintain than they generate. But we do need support from you if we are to continue. So anyway, here's that link again if you forgot it ;)
First non-subscriber post!
Let the non-subscriber bashing commence!
Last post for me...bye
See what you will be missing?
HAH.
THIS SUCKS!!
how can you charge me for first posting!!!
grrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrr
Slashdot sucks. I'm tired of biased fake news. If I wanted that, I'd watch ABC or CBS.
> I think the world will be a better place when this shit can of a website is dead.
Very well said.
Mod parent up.
I wish your site a very gruesome death; may you
rest in hell...
Redundant? Redundant?!
See you in MetaMod hell, retard.
As opposed to /., which has had the same repetitive crap for much longer.
Look for flames, there are none, you jumped the gun.
And it's not illegal for /. to steal others content (which I have already read up to 10 days earlier) and post it along with some 'clever' commentary by pretentious pricks?
T.C.
Michael Loves Me!
you could sell off all your VA Linux stock and take your new bride out to mcdonalds to think things over.
or you could start collecting secret demographic information on your users and selling it to spam companies.
welcome to the new slashdot
Slashdot sucks. All the smart people left long ago, and only the Slashdolt reigns supreme. Why would I pay good money to read this stupidity? It's barely worth my time to slog through the Playstation mod chip and PC "mobo" articles as it stands right now.
And with the lax editors? They can't even bother to run a spellchecker?
Go ahead and lock this site up. I can't wait.
I have never seen so much pretentious, boring, pseudo-intellectual crap on one website.
I'm actually ashamed I used to hang out there.
Time to take your medication, sir.
Blow it out your ass.
He said libertarian/socialist dichotomy. He wasn't "conflating" them. Just the opposite.
K5 is the prototype to Adequacy.org
We Need Creationism In Our Schools
A bucket of my waste.
Just Say No to Communism.
All of the bandwidth should be free, since the phone company is just a big corporate ripoff and all of the infrastructure was paid off a long time ago, so Slashdot is just trying to profiteer off of the people, just like Enron. We need Congress to investigate Slashdot and the mega-corp OSDN.
Yes, 2600: The Hacker Quarterly is $5 per issue and is without corporate ads. Subscriptions cost more, so do subscriptions to the New York Times. It is all because mega-corporations are ripping us off too, just like you.
It is an outrage, we need more action by politicians like Ralph Nader and Al Gore! If the Supreme Court had installed Nader as president instead of Bush this would be different, we could have surrendered to Bin Laden and not have this huge military waste traveling all over the world, but big capitalists are smothering the populists at every turn.
I am not allowed to speak freely in my own country. I can not even travel to Cuba and my government will not tell me why!
Slashdot (or is is "Slashgot") is a perfect example of why we need Campaign Finance Reform as well as real gun control in the Amerikkka.
Sincerely,
Eric Corley
Editor-in-Chief
2600: The Hacker Quarterly
"Methinks you should exercise whatever level reading capabilities you obtained in your educational persuits"
LOL
just a test
The above -1 moderation is an example of my free speech rights being abused!
Capitalists are the man! Buy http://www.2600.com to preserve free speech!
herk waz 0wn3d
Saying Java is nice because it works on all OS's is like saying that anal sex is nice because it works on all genders.
Do you understand the paradox of your reply? - it's priceless!
Heyuk Heyuk.
I like ice cream.
Oh my, that was weird, an UID of 1. Feels like God has spoken or something. Or maybe it was this aspartame soda.
Yes, why do i get the feeling there is some Enron style accounting going on around here.
Somethings not adding up.
rich
No kidding. K5 went down the crapper ever since they returned from their DoS problems. Good riddance.
So far, no mass exodus.
FUCK YOU TUNA TACO.
YOU ARE JUST ANOTHER SAD DOTCOM RAT IN A MAD SCRAMBLE TO SNATCH AS MUCH MONEY OUT OF THE CONSUMERS AS POSSIBLE.
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FUCK OFF YOU CAPITALIST THEIVES.
WHAT A FUCKING SCHEME YOU HAVE GOING.
MAKING PEOPLE PAY TO READ THEIR OWN WRITING.
THATS A FUCKING GENIUS SCAM MAN.
O'REILLY SHOULD TRY THAT!
THEN HE CA* Important Stuff: Please try to keep posts on topic.
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N SELL THE BOOKS AT AMAZON AND CHARGE THE AUTHORS TO READ THEIR OWN BOOK AT THE SAME TIME.
MARVELOUS.
YOU FUCKING VA SOFTWARE SCAM ARTIST HAVE ALWAYS MAD ME SICK.
YOU ARE FUCKING GREEDY PIGS.
YOU HAVE NO IDEALS.
YOU BUY ANIME DVDS, BY RIAA LABEL CDS, AND PLUNDER YOUR OWN USERS.
YOU ARE DISGUSTING.
I HAVE THE ADS BLOCKED SO TUNA TACO CAN'T GET RICH OFF ME.
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but then how is commander taco supposed to get rich?
You naive bastards forget they are in this to get rich, that's it, end of story.
And yet what microsoft does is wrong? Hmmm...
Rob, I have 50 karma and have never been asked to moderate. I love this site, but I'm very confused. Some people talk like they moderate every day. On use Perl; I get to moderate once a week. (Ask Pudge about me.)
Everything seems to be set up all right on this end. I've clicked "willing to moderate." How often do people usually get to moderate? Is it just that there's so many valid moderators that it's going to take forever and I should just be patient? Or is there something stopping me from moderating?
If you look into this, find there's a problem, fix it, and email me, I'll pay up immediately!
Secession is the right of all sentient beings.
WELL IF IT'S NOT COMMERCIAL THEN TUNA TACO DOESN'T GET TO LINE HIS POCKETS WITH FAT CASH FOR YOUR HARD WORK.
BUT I'M SURE HE WOULD LOVE TO PASS OFF THE BANDWIDTH COST TO THE USERS...AND STILL HAVE ADS.
TUNA TACO IS IN IT FOR THE BENJAMINS NOT THE WARM FUZZIES.
IF YOU WANT NON-COMMERCIAL COMMUNITY GO TO USENET.
TUNA TACO AND THE VA SCAM CREW ARE OUT FOR BIG DOLLARS NOT THE "COMMUNITY".
GOD MOZILLA FUCKING BLOWS. THE FORMS ARE TOTALLY FUCKED.
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guess what: he is nearly broke.
since we have a lot free tv stations (and even good ones mainly without advertising) he was doomed. so are you. there will be others. this community will scatter and reform somewhere else. PS: bad idea to charge per 1000views. baaad idea.
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THAT'S BECUASE MOZILLA FUCKING SUCKS.
INSTEAD OF PAYING FOR THE CHANCE TO READ YOUR OWN COMMENTS ON SLASHDOT WHY DON'T YOU REGISTER A COPY OF OPERA.
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anonymous cowards already get the -1 point shaft regardless of the content of their posts.
You never cease to amaze me with your ability to be so incredibly naive as to find the obvious to be an insightful observation...
You made the mistake of putting forward your true feelings, although to be fair, they are hysterically funny.
Pay no attention to the man behind the curtain. Thank you.
H.P. Lovecraft
Unhappy is he to whom the memories of childhood bring only fear and sadness. Wretched is he who looks back upon lone hours in vast and dismal chambers with brown hangings and maddening rows of antique books, or upon awed watches in twilight groves of grotesque, gigantic, and vine-encumbered trees that silently wave twisted branches far aloft. Such a lot the gods gave to me - to me, the dazed, the disappointed; the barren, the broken. And yet I am strangely content and cling desperately to those sere memories, when my mind momentarily threatens to reach beyond to the other.
I know not where I was born, save that the castle was infinitely old and infinitely horrible, full of dark passages and having high ceilings where the eye could find only cobwebs and shadows. The stones in the crumbling corridors seemed always hideously damp, and there was an accursed smell everywhere, as of the piled-up corpses of dead generations. It was never light, so that I used sometimes to light candles and gaze steadily at them for relief, nor was there any sun outdoors, since the terrible trees grew high above the topmost accessible tower. There was one black tower which reached above the trees into the unknown outer sky, but that was partly ruined and could not be ascended save by a well-nigh impossible climb up the sheer wall, stone by stone.
I must have lived years in this place, but I cannot measure the time. Beings must have cared for my needs, yet I cannot recall any person except myself, or anything alive but the noiseless rats and bats and spiders. I think that whoever nursed me must have been shockingly aged, since my first conception of a living person was that of somebody mockingly like myself, yet distorted, shrivelled, and decaying like the castle. To me there was nothing grotesque in the bones and skeletons that strewed some of the stone crypts deep down among the foundations. I fantastically associated these things with everyday events, and thought them more natural than the coloured pictures of living beings which I found in many of the mouldy books. From such books I learned all that I know. No teacher urged or guided me, and I do not recall hearing any human voice in all those years - not even my own; for although I had read of speech, I had never thought to try to speak aloud. My aspect was a matter equally unthought of, for there were no mirrors in the castle, and I merely regarded myself by instinct as akin to the youthful figures I saw drawn and painted in the books. I felt conscious of youth because I remembered so little.
Outside, across the putrid moat and under the dark mute trees, I would often lie and dream for hours about what I read in the books; and would longingly picture myself amidst gay crowds in the sunny world beyond the endless forests. Once I tried to escape from the forest, but as I went farther from the castle the shade grew denser and the air more filled with brooding fear; so that I ran frantically back lest I lose my way in a labyrinth of nighted silence.
So through endless twilights I dreamed and waited, though I knew not what I waited for. Then in the shadowy solitude my longing for light grew so frantic that I could rest no more, and I lifted entreating hands to the single black ruined tower that reached above the forest into the unknown outer sky. And at last I resolved to scale that tower, fall though I might; since it were better to glimpse the sky and perish, than to live without ever beholding day.
In the dank twilight I climbed the worn and aged stone stairs till I reached the level where they ceased, and thereafter clung perilously to small footholds leading upward. Ghastly and terrible was that dead, stairless cylinder of rock; black, ruined, and deserted, and sinister with startled bats whose wings made no noise. But more ghastly and terrible still was the slowness of my progress; for climb as I might, the darkness overhead grew no thinner, and a new chill as of haunted and venerable mould assailed me. I shivered as I wondered why I did not reach the light, and would have looked down had I dared. I fancied that night had come suddenly upon me, and vainly groped with one free hand for a window embrasure, that I might peer out and above, and try to judge the height I had once attained.
All at once, after an infinity of awesome, sightless, crawling up that concave and desperate precipice, I felt my head touch a solid thing, and I knew I must have gained the roof, or at least some kind of floor. In the darkness I raised my free hand and tested the barrier, finding it stone and immovable. Then came a deadly circuit of the tower, clinging to whatever holds the slimy wall could give; till finally my testing hand found the barrier yielding, and I turned upward again, pushing the slab or door with my head as I used both hands in my fearful ascent. There was no light revealed above, and as my hands went higher I knew that my climb was for the nonce ended; since the slab was the trapdoor of an aperture leading to a level stone surface of greater circumference than the lower tower, no doubt the floor of some lofty and capacious observation chamber. I crawled through carefully, and tried to prevent the heavy slab from falling back into place, but failed in the latter attempt. As I lay exhausted on the stone floor I heard the eerie echoes of its fall, hoped when necessary to pry it up again.
Believing I was now at prodigious height, far above the accursed branches of the wood, I dragged myself up from the floor and fumbled about for windows, that I might look for the first time upon the sky, and the moon and stars of which I had read. But on every hand I was disappointed; since all that I found were vast shelves of marble, bearing odious oblong boxes of disturbing size. More and more I reflected, and wondered what hoary secrets might abide in this high apartment so many aeons cut off from the castle below. Then unexpectedly my hands came upon a doorway, where hung a portal of stone, rough with strange chiselling. Trying it, I found it locked; but with a supreme burst of strength I overcame all obstacles and dragged it open inward. As I did so there came to me the purest ecstasy I have ever known; for shining tranquilly through an ornate grating of iron, and down a short stone passageway of steps that ascended from the newly found doorway, was the radiant full moon, which I had never before seen save in dreams and in vague visions I dared not call memories.
Fancying now that I had attained the very pinnacle of the castle, I commenced to rush up the few steps beyond the door; but the sudden veiling of the moon by a cloud caused me to stumble, and I felt my way more slowly in the dark. It was still very dark when I reached the grating - which I tried carefully and found unlocked, but which I did not open for fear of falling from the amazing height to which I had climbed. Then the moon came out.
Most demoniacal of all shocks is that of the abysmally unexpected and grotesquely unbelievable. Nothing I had before undergone could compare in terror with what I snow saw; with the bizarre marvels that sight implied. The sight itself was as simple as it was stupefying, for it was merely this: instead of a dizzying prospect of treetops seen from a lofty eminence, there stretched around me on the level through the grating nothing less than the solid ground, decked and diversified by marble slabs and columns, and overshadowed by an ancient stone church, whose ruined spire gleamed spectrally in the moonlight.
Half unconscious, I opened the grating and staggered out upon the white gravel path that stretched away in two directions. My mind, stunned and chaotic as it was, still held the frantic craving for light; and not even the fantastic wonder which had happened could stay my course. I neither knew nor cared whether my experience was insanity, dreaming, or magic; but was determined to gaze on brilliance and gaiety at any cost. I knew not who I was or what I was, or what my surroundings might be; though as I continued to stumble along I became conscious of a kind of fearsome latent memory that made my progress not wholly fortuitous. I passed under an arch out of that region of slabs and columns, and wandered through the open country; sometimes following the visible road, but sometimes leaving it curiously to tread across meadows where only occasional ruins bespoke the ancient presence of a forgotten road. Once I swam across a swift river where crumbling, mossy masonry told of a bridge long vanished.
Over two hours must have passed before I reached what seemed to be my goal, a venerable ivied castle in a thickly wooded park, maddeningly familiar, yet full of perplexing strangeness to me. I saw that the moat was filled in, and that some of the well-known towers were demolished, whilst new wings existed to confuse the beholder. But what I observed with chief interest and delight were the open windows - gorgeously ablaze with light and sending forth sound of the gayest revelry. Advancing to one of these I looked in and saw an oddly dressed company indeed; making merry, and speaking brightly to one another. I had never, seemingly, heard human speech before and could guess only vaguely what was said. Some of the faces seemed to hold expressions that brought up incredibly remote recollections, others were utterly alien.
I now stepped through the low window into the brilliantly lighted room, stepping as I did so from my single bright moment of hope to my blackest convulsion of despair and realization. The nightmare was quick to come, for as I entered, there occurred immediately one of the most terrifying demonstrations I had ever conceived. Scarcely had I crossed the sill when there descended upon the whole company a sudden and unheralded fear of hideous intensity, distorting every face and evoking the most horrible screams from nearly every throat. Flight was universal, and in the clamour and panic several fell in a swoon and were dragged away by their madly fleeing companions. Many covered their eyes with their hands, and plunged blindly and awkwardly in their race to escape, overturning furniture and stumbling against the walls before they managed to reach one of the many doors.
The cries were shocking; and as I stood in the brilliant apartment alone and dazed, listening to their vanishing echoes, I trembled at the thought of what might be lurking near me unseen. At a casual inspection the room seemed deserted, but when I moved towards one of the alcoves I thought I detected a presence there - a hint of motion beyond the golden-arched doorway leading to another and somewhat similar room. As I approached the arch I began to perceive the presence more clearly; and then, with the first and last sound I ever uttered - a ghastly ululation that revolted me almost as poignantly as its noxious cause - I beheld in full, frightful vividness the inconceivable, indescribable, and unmentionable monstrosity which had by its simple appearance changed a merry company to a herd of delirious fugitives.
I cannot even hint what it was like, for it was a compound of all that is unclean, uncanny, unwelcome, abnormal, and detestable. It was the ghoulish shade of decay, antiquity, and dissolution; the putrid, dripping eidolon of unwholesome revelation, the awful baring of that which the merciful earth should always hide. God knows it was not of this world - or no longer of this world - yet to my horror I saw in its eaten-away and bone-revealing outlines a leering, abhorrent travesty on the human shape; and in its mouldy, disintegrating apparel an unspeakable quality that chilled me even more.
I was almost paralysed, but not too much so to make a feeble effort towards flight; a backward stumble which failed to break the spell in which the nameless, voiceless monster held me. My eyes bewitched by the glassy orbs which stared loathsomely into them, refused to close; though they were mercifully blurred, and showed the terrible object but indistinctly after the first shock. I tried to raise my hand to shut out the sight, yet so stunned were my nerves that my arm could not fully obey my will. The attempt, however, was enough to disturb my balance; so that I had to stagger forward several steps to avoid falling. As I did so I became suddenly and agonizingly aware of the nearness of the carrion thing, whose hideous hollow breathing I half fancied I could hear. Nearly mad, I found myself yet able to throw out a hand to ward of the foetid apparition which pressed so close; when in one cataclysmic second of cosmic nightmarishness and hellish accident my fingers touched the rotting outstretched paw of the monster beneath the golden arch.
I did not shriek, but all the fiendish ghouls that ride the nightwind shrieked for me as in that same second there crashed down upon my mind a single fleeting avalanche of soul-annihilating memory. I knew in that second all that had been; I remembered beyond the frightful castle and the trees, and recognized the altered edifice in which I now stood; I recognized, most terrible of all, the unholy abomination that stood leering before me as I withdrew my sullied fingers from its own.
But in the cosmos there is balm as well as bitterness, and that balm is nepenthe. In the supreme horror of that second I forgot what had horrified me, and the burst of black memory vanished in a chaos of echoing images. In a dream I fled from that haunted and accursed pile, and ran swiftly and silently in the moonlight. When I returned to the churchyard place of marble and went down the steps I found the stone trap-door immovable; but I was not sorry, for I had hated the antique castle and the trees. Now I ride with the mocking and friendly ghouls on the night-wind, and play by day amongst the catacombs of Nephren-Ka in the sealed and unknown valley of Hadoth by the Nile. I know that light is not for me, save that of the moon over the rock tombs of Neb, nor any gaiety save the unnamed feasts of Nitokris beneath the Great Pyramid; yet in my new wildness and freedom I almost welcome the bitterness of alienage.
For although nepenthe has calmed me, I know always that I am an outsider; a stranger in this century and among those who are still men. This I have known ever since I stretched out my fingers to the abomination within that great gilded frame; stretched out my fingers and touched a cold and unyielding surface of polished glass.
This sig intentionally Left Bank.
YEAH BABY!!!!
Fuck you all, sperm breath kikes.
Funniest post of the year...mod it up.
Ever heard this one? "A million flies can't be wrong. Eat shit."
cmdr taco sucks
Would [Slashdot.org] if Christine had to deal with a popup/under ad?
Would CmdrTaco be getting married" if Christine had to deal with a popup/under ad?
taco sucks alot.
SUCKS ALOT
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slashdot is just another va linux scam.
your posted email spells "Dick to mock"
this post is dedicated to all the gold medal winners at the olympics.
Attention all, this is the LAST POST!!
Any posts made after this will be charged a heavy advertising fee.
crapflood
like you suck.
3000th post in your mutha fucking face!
Slashdot ist tot.
Glückwünsche, haben Sie gerade Slashdot durch diese Entscheidung ermordet. I, obwohl Sie harter Kern waren, aber ist scheint Sie sind gerade ein Bündel korporative sellouts wie der Rest von ihnen.
it wasn't very hard to work out that while we may loose money on some users, everything will work out just fine on average.
If you are intending to run your site in the black, I would hope that you would not volutarily let loose or release money on some of your users. Of course, it is possible that you would involuntarily spend more money on some users than you earn back from them. I believe the word you were looking for is lose.
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Loose PayPal then I'll think about it.
While it could be argued that Slashdot should let loose or release PayPal from whatever contract they have, perhaps it would be more appropriate to suggest that Slashdot fail to retain PayPal's services. I believe the word you were looking for is lose.
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