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Hack Turns iPod into PDA
Liquidape writes "Provue Development has released a personal info and contact manager app called iPod Organizer. The program enables use of iPod for storing and retrieving phone numbers, email addresses, flight numbers, appointment times and other data. It also comes with a sync feature. " Obviously it is fairly limited just
because of the input for this device, but its quite a clever hack.
So first we hear lots of news because the
:D
software erased harddrives, and now we hear
people are coming up with cute little hacks.
It would seem your opinions of late have been
rediculous.
next thing you know we'll start seeing people
booting linux on an xbox, in a beowulf cluster,
and used to heat cowboyneil's dinner.
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I agree with everything except the part about making money. I think some nerds need to get their glasses polarized just a few degrees less and get out into the sun, where ultra violet rays will help them absorb the vitamin D in the milk they drink in their latte's. The best part about nerds is the nerd girls, you never have to take them out, just chat online with them and when you're feeling randy go over there and fuck 'em silly. Then you can leave because they don't know how to talk in real life.
adam
And just when is 3:00PM EST?
And no, I will not look it up from Google, because it should have been announced for several key time zones including the European time.
The owls are not what they seem
Cowboy Neal is officially FUCKING FAT.
Why the hell is everyone so harsh on Katz?! C'Mon guys!
LIIIIIIINUX!
HAHAHHA Cowboy Neal!! Cowboy Neal!!
POOP
(8)-|-L /
your asshole hurts!!!!!
lick my balls
Some of you may not be old enough to remember, but way back in the day, last summer, Slashdot suffered a 4 or 5 day service outage, leaving trolls and bots everywhere disgruntled and causing such traumatic experiences as venturing outside the basement. But what really happened? Roblimo posted an alleged "blow-by-blow" account (homo-speak for "bukkake party"). But can he really be trusted? Was there the possibility of a massive OSDN coverup, spanning all their major sites? This intrepid reporter dug a little deeper and came up with glimpse at what really transpired to bring down the mighty Slashdot that fateful Saturday...
The day started as most of the days started, namely with CowboyNeal waking up in a pool of his own vomit with a very sore asshole. As the rhythm of his alarm clock on his desk matched the rhythm of the pounding in his head, he realized that he hated his job. He hated reading the incessant blathering of open sores gasbags like ESR, who sent him pile upon piles of gay porn via email.
"FUCK HIM," he thought, "Fuck him and his hundreds of dollars worth of VA stock. That drunk better not keep complaining about Slashdot rejecting his homoerotic fiction articles, or I'll fucking eat him next time I see him at the All Night Buffet at that truckstop in Frazer, PA!"
He scrolled down through the gay bondage porn that ESR had bought him a daily subscription to. This was new to him, it hadn't come in his mail yesterday, but a quick check on his credit card bill told him that he was charged sometime late last night. And frankly, nothing short of a surveillance video would be able to help him reconstruct exactly what he did last night. He just had a sinking feeling that CmdrTaco had recruited him to play "hide the bratwurst." Jesus, what was it that Taco had given him last night? It couldn't have been a roofie, Taco didn't often venture outside his "geek compound", much less venture to the part of town where they sell roofies, except perhaps to pick up the occasional boy-twink.
Well, there was the alcohol, for starters. It looked like some special kind of tequila, but Taco had called it "green assleak juice." God only knows why, but that's what he called it. He said something about bending ACs over the server racks and harvesting it from their unwilling anuses, but that didn't make too much sense either, although it did fit in with Malda's sick fascination with homosexual male domination fantasies.
As it dawned on Jonathan Pater exactly what must have transpired last night, he desperately tried to block it out of his mind. Anything would be better than trying to remember last night, he decided.
"I need some coffee," he thought.
CowboyNeal, being the principal network engineer behind Slashdot, had some special job requirements. Namely, he had to live, work and sleep in the server room, next to the humming Beowulf cluster that was Slashdot. If any of the Slashbot cocksuckers who sent him floods of complaint mail ever even came close to this room, they'd be driven into a lust-fueled frenzy. Although the machines that powered Slashdot did not have orifices of any size to satisfy the lust of a normal man, we're talking about Slashdot posters. They would viciously hump the machines even after the fans stopped screaming in protest and the coolant leaked out, further lubricating their thrusts...
He continued scrolling through his email, taking special care to note the bulk amounts of FreeBASE that they had ordered for the moderators on Slashdot. Although masked in the innocent pretense of discussing a free, Berkeley Unix-based operating system, all Slashdot articles with the keyword "FreeBSD" actually contained code phrases for moderators, listing the dead drops for the day's shipments. FreeBSD was just a convenient cover for this communication, as the editors had agreed that even the most coked out moderator would recognize the similarity between "FreeBSD" and "FreeBASE," not to mention the association between Berkeley and massive drug use. In the darker days, they couldn't even get their hands on enough shipments. The riots were vicious. He remembered bowling over one of Malda's boy-twinks before he crushed him to death under his massive girth. What followed after was the best sex he'd ever had.
As he shifted in his chair, he noticed a squishy, suspicious feeling in his underpants. CowboyNeal prayed that Malda had been kind enough to use an under-sized buttplug last night. He could only hope that he didn't end up like the goatse.cx man. Maybe the chemical goodness of a Twinkie would calm him down.
He pulled out his desk drawer and reached down, squarely placing his hand in something gooey and scalding hot.
"WHAT THE FUCK!!! OH MY GOD, THAT'S HOT!" Hot grits. How they had appeared in his desk was probably another mystery of the previous night that was best left unsolved. Although that WOULD explain the burn marks on his ass and the squishy feeling in his trousers. As he reached around further with his other, undamaged hand, he found something in plastic wrap, and assumed that it was what he was looking for. As he put it up to his face, he realized that it was not, indeed, a twinkie, like he had expected it to be. Instead, it was some kind of fucking fruit bar. A FUCKING FRUIT BAR!
"Leave it to Malda to make subliminal suggestions with my food," he grumbled.
He desperately dug through the rest of his desk, but to no avail. No twinkies for CowboyNeal.
"I can't take it ANYMORE!" he bellowed. "I've FUCKING had it!"
As his face turned purple, he unwedged himself from his poor, abused office chair and flung his full mass at the desk, hitting the wall and making a dull thud that smashed the desk to pieces.
"GRAAAAAAAGH!!"
Suddenly, as he looked over what he had done, he noticed a gigantic, shit-encrusted 46" dildo sitting in the wreckage of his desk. It had the lettering "COWBOYNEAL" on the side, and it was still slick with fresh blood.
Picking it up, he used it as a bludgeon, smashing it into the first server rack in the room and bringing it over with a resounding crash. He moved on to the rest of the eqipment...
* * *
"Security! We have a situation in cage 47E! Some fatass is smashing the shit out of Slashdot's servers with some kind of sausage!"
"Yeah, we'll check it out. As soon as VA turns a profit."
Laughter ensued on both ends of the line.
"No, seriously, this guy is going to fuck shit up. You'd better visit the gun rack on your way down there."
"All right! Time to try out those taser rifles that came in last week!"
As they arrived on the scene, they spotted the bloated lunatic smashing the massive AssRammer6000 against the database's server rack, taking out a flatscreen console with it.
"My first post!" screamed the security guard in horror.
Obviously, this fatass was playing for keeps.
With a slight hand signal from the first guard, the second guard brought the taser to bear on the bloated lunatic and fired.
"GRRAAAAGGGGGH! YOU DON'T UNDERSTAAAANND DUH DUH DUH DUH!"
"Shit! He's still conscious! Get the other one!"
They fired off the other rifle, striking CowboyNeal square in the chest and finally taking the bear of a man down.
Just before losing consciousness, he pushed over the equipment rack next to him as his final act of vengeance against the man he knew as Taco. Funny, it had the label "Network Equipment" plastered all over it. The last thing he remembered was the router crashing down next to him and something circular striking his head.
"Shit, Mike! This place is trashed!"
"Yeah, man. The network admins are going to shit a brick when they see this."
"I'd better call the OSDN programmer down here to reconfig the router. Hey, what smashed up his head?"
"Looks like a CD."
"Yeah, an Open Source CD."
"Well, imagine that..."
Though your word your shitty post as a troll, you make a good fucking point. I'm in total fucking cahoots with you on this bitch.
I mean, Jesus H. Christ any asshole can make a fucking mp3 player into his PDA with this crap, so where the fuck are the stories about using WinAmp as a PDA.
Look, don't even start that shit about how, "Well, those silly mooks did this because they fucking could." I fucking know why people do this shit. I do this type of shit. But this is not too spectacular. Not that I don't give them fucking props for the effort and shit, but the parts do not make the sum in this motherfucker's case. , get back to the drawing board