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Alan Cox: The Battle for the Desktop
richjones writes: "There's a new interview with Alan Cox up. I think he's right on the money with how Linux is going to spread into businesses, but he seems to think Internet applications are going to be big with consumers... I can't really see it... but he's Alan Cox, so he must know :)"
yay me...first post...first post for me ever...and to a linux related thread too!
John Maynard Keynes: "When the facts change, I change my mind. What do you do?"
Starship Trooper writes: "There's a new way to block those obnoxious new Slashdot ads up. I think he's right on the money when he says subscriptions suck dick, and that HIV is going to spread amongst the Slashdot editors, but Jamie seems to think subscriptions will be big among consumers... I don't see it... but he's Jamie McCarthy, so he must know. :-)"
CmdrTaco: The inherrant flaw in the system is that people working for free won't be perfect.
CmdrTaco: Dissing someone popyular is a great way to make yourself seem smarter or more important.
CmdrTaco: Linux is better. But these days many people use it 'cuz its cool to be different. Its a fad!
CmdrTaco: people are always suspicious of everything. This is *slashdot*. Everyone is paranoid of everything! I'm paranoid! You're paranoid!
CmdrTaco: Some days I just go home so fucking angry because some dickless wonder with no information and a paranoid fantasty is convinced that I'm the antichrist.,
CmdrTaco: People are mean to me in the comments.
CmdrTaco: we have editors discretion.
CmdrTaco: we abuse it sometimes.
CmdrTaco: else we'd get bored.
QuoteMstr: CmdrTaco: So your own personal amusment is more important than a website read by thousands?
CmdrTaco: Quote:Hell yeah.
CmdrTaco: I want to sell karma.
Feline Poop!
...the battle is over!
that's my wife!
parent was an excellent and useless post, not to mention a shameless attempt at karma whoring. THANK YOU GENTLEMEN !!
Back when I was a young teen fuckup (as opposed to the thirty-something
fuckup that I've become) I started paying attention to my dick, as all young
men are wont to do. As I would gently fondle my penis I would notice the
freshly sprouted hairs, the breathtaking sweeping curve of the glans, and the
way that my balls dangled in an artful fashion. Being in the throes of
puberty, I made it a point to examine my penis as frequently as time,
homework, and privacy would permit; often my homework would suffer, although
I once turned in some math homework that I had accidently gotten some spooge
on. My math teacher, recognizing the familiar patina of sperm stains, shot me
nasty looks for the rest of the school year. Perhaps if I had filled her
aging twat with my always-rigid teenage penis I might've made the honor role
that year.
One day whilst engaged in a penis handling session I noticed that my dick had
a visitor, a small red lump on the left-hand side. Being in the throes of
self-induced passion I ignored it, preferring to fill my mind with thoughts
of the large-breasted girl who sat in front of me in English class.
The next day, the little red lump was not only still present but slightly
larger. I worried that at the ripe old age of 14 I had contracted venereal
disease from the handjob I received one Friday night from a female co-member
of the school's marching band as we rode the bus back from an out-of-town
football game.
Naturally, I wasn't worried so much about telling my parents that
I had contracted an STD as much as I was worried about what it would bode for
my wanking career, which at that point had reached an astonishing 9 times a
day (and never during school hours, either, despite the temptation to
retreat to a little-frequented bathroom out by the home economics wing).
Every day, the little red lump got larger and larger and eventually got large
enough to make my spontaneous erections painful as the shaft of my erect
penis would rub the dickzit against my underwear and jeans. Since, being a
young lad of 14, spontaneous and instant erections were an hourly, if not
more frequent, fact of life it became apparent that Something Had To Be Done.
I got home from school and ensconced myself in the bathroom. Sitting on the
toilet lid, I induced an instant erection by thinking about Susan Anton. The
offending dickzit glared at me from the side of my rockhard penis. By this
time, because I had steadfastly attempted to ignore it for close to a week
and a half, it was easily the size of a nickel.
I reached down and attempted to squeeze it slowly. An incredible amount of
pain resulted and I almost cried out in agony, managing to hold my tongue
only by thinking about the embarrassment that would result should my mother
decide to burst in and discover what was happening.
Despite the pain my hard-on didn't diminish. When I could see clearly again,
I looked down and could see that the pus inside was almost at the point of
bursting free. I took a deep breath, reached down, and with a violent
contraction of my fingers squeezed the dickzit with all of the physical and
mental strength that I could muster.
A river of agony flowed through me! A tear trickled down my face and sweat
streamed out of every pore as I squeezed, hoping to tease at least a tiny
amount of pus out of the offending lump.
And then, suddenly, it burst with an audible *SPLORT!*. Like a miniature Mt
St. Helens the zit exploded and sent debris flying an incredible distance.
White pus spattered against the nearby wall and instantly my pain was
relieved; a cold sweat ran down my face and I felt a sense of palpable
relief; I had killed the dickzit.
Glancing down, I noticed a stream of clear fluid running out of the wound
along with a small amount of blood. I dabbed it dry with a piece of tissue
paper, placed a small amount of topical antibiotic gel (Neosporin, I believe)
on the hole where the dickzit had formed, and then left the bathroom. Later
that day, when I was taking a leak, I noticed that I had forgotten to wipe
the pus off of the wall and it had dried into a cheeselike substance. Looking
back, I wish I had tasted it.
Things healed quickly and within two weeks there was no sign at all that my
penis had once sported one of largest zits I had ever seen. There was no loss
of functionality, although as a safety measure I didn't get another handjob
from the girl on the bus.
Years later I finally asked my doctor what it could have been, and he felt
that it might have been a blocked sebaceous gland that was right over a nerve
ending but avowed that after twenty years it was too late for a diagnosis.
"If it hasn't killed you by now, it most likely won't," he told me while
undoubtably supressing a chuckle over the whole thing.
LIke most things involving my beloved penis, I don't find it a laughing
matter.
Particularly taste.
The goatse guy for president. Win one for the gaper!
Retard.
When encryption is outlawed, ?o'AZ-,++o+i++##4AoA+-/-C++bI+/.+~
I am a FLAMING HOMOSEXUAL and a Kernel Hacker! Can I PLAY WITH YOUR CHILDREN...?
Hey, kid... wanna touch my "kernel patch"?
-- Alan Cox
I like to poke my COCKS in people's ANUSES! Can I poke my COCKS in yours????
Hey, kid... wanna touch my "kernel patch"?
-- Alan Cox
Hello. Can I poke you in the butt with my ANAL COCKS? I only have three of them, it won't hurt or anything... I'll leave a NICE STICKY PRESENT for you, too!!
Hey, kid... wanna touch my "kernel patch"?
-- Alan Cox
nICE TROLL! mODDED UP TO "iNSIGHTFUL", KUDOS!
Don't worry, the DMCA will NOT PREVENT me from STICKING MY COX UP YOUR ANUS. Honest.
Hey, kid... wanna touch my "kernel patch"?
-- Alan Cox
Come back here, you! I WANNA POKE YOU AGAIN!!! You got a purty bum...!! GET IT IN YA!!!
Hey, kid... wanna touch my "kernel patch"?
-- Alan Cox
You have multiple cox?
Hey, is that from alt.tasteless?
.....that would be your job huh?
Those who can't do, teach. Those who can't teach either, do tech support.
dos3.3 was prettier than XP
There are places where the networks are not touching,and there are places where they are-Boeing's Lori Gunter