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Streaming RealAudio From a Commodore 64
An anonymous reader submits: "This just came in on comp.sys.cbm and
I think it will be of general interest here at Slashdot as well. Two
Commodore hackers, Adam Dunkels and Peter Eliasson, have built an
Ethernet card for their C64 and have connected one to the
Internet. But they aren't 'just' running a TCP/IP stack and a web server on it - they are also
running a RealAudio server which streams audio from the C64's cassette
player and apparently, it sounds awful! They have the full source code
avaliable and pictures of the
C64 server."
In other words, the choicest morsel.
visit the hwky website for a lyrical genius infusion.
i have the first POST BITCHSLUTS hello i love bacongoatse!
this is a first post
Wow, I have a C64. I have gotten several OSs to run on it and am dying to try this! Imagine, this coming off a CASSETTE TAPE!
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I cant wait for a port of Linux. I'm very poor and its still useful, and media is cheap. Than brings me to the story about, well, here it goes.
I had a real normal childhood -- little league, training wheels, Nintendo. My parents were happy and as an only child I received as much attention as I wanted. Things were great, and I was loving life. Until my Dad got a peak at my 11+ inches. I had always thought my huge cock was normal size -- I mean, what did I have to compare it too? My parents hadn't seen my cock since they bathed me when I was maybe 8 or 9 -- that is, until I fell in Lake George during our annual family vacation. After I fell in, Dad pulled me out and took the motorboat back to the cabin and tossed me some fresh clothes to change into out in the front lawn so I wouldn't track water all trough the house and damage the floors. I stripped down outside and changed into the dry clothes, and when I looked up I noticed the cabin window drapes mysteriously draw to an abrupt close. I didn't think anything of it at the time, but that would mark the first time my Dad saw my 11+ inches.
Things were okay for a while. I found it odd that my Dad would often enter the bathroom while I was bathing and pull aside the shower curtain and ask me some banal question that, really, could have waited till later, but I still was very much oblivious to the fact that my 11+ inches was so much bigger than Dad's meager 5 1/2.
At dinner one night Dad threw his plate of lemon herb chicken on the floor and pointed at me with his fork, screaming: "You think you're better than me, hotshot!" And I was just plain confused. My huge cock was the only cock I had ever seen, and thus I felt it was completely normal. Well, I went to the gym with Dad one day when I was 16, and I noticed something odd in the changing room -- my 11+ inches was way bigger than these guys meager cocks. I guess I felt cool, but I really didn't think much of it.
Soon Mom got wind of my huge cock. I could feel her staring at the prominent bulge in my shorts as I walked around the house, practically drooling over my 11+ inches. One day she came into the bathroom while I was showering -- and she was naked. She opened up the shower curtain and her eyes never rose up to my face. I had been masturbating so my huge cock was at it's full 11+ inches. She said: "I'm so sorry honey, I didn't realize anybody was in here"
I said: "Uh, you didn't hear the water running?"
She didn't answer, but instead asked: "Would you like me to leave and come back later?"
I was like: "Um, yeah."
By this time, I started to understand: my parents were jealous of my huge, 11+ inch cock. Mom was jealous Dad's cock was only a meager 5 1/2 inches, and Dad wad jealous that he didn't have a huge cock like his son. Soon, my folks wouldn't even hardly talk to me. I'd ask a question like: "Where is the newspaper?" and they'd be like, "Why don't you ask your huge cock?"
http://pub10.ezboard.com/flargepeni...topicID=3
That's enough out of me for this thread, I doubt any posts and top "Parents jealous of 11+ inches" Or maybe they can...
Well, last Easter was probably the worst day of my life.
Our family had a bunch of relatives come over to share in the holidays: 2 uncles, 4 cousins [3 girls, 1 guy, all around my age] 3 aunts and my grandparents on my Mom's side. We ate Easter dinner at my home and then my Uncle, who owns a bar in the city, decided to open it up just for the family and everbody went over and started drinking, partying, having a good time.
Around 7pm we all piled in the van and my Mom started driving us back. Only about 5 miles from home we saw the red and blue flashing lights and my Mom pulled over. We had all been drinking. My Mom probably the most. She has some problems with alcohol. The officer could smell the alcohol just oozing from the van and he asked for my Mom's license, took a breathalizer, and by this time my Mom was hysterical crying. She's already been convicted of DUI - more than once. This time not only would she lose her license but face possible jail time. My Mom was absolutely implacable and she was flailing about in the front seat, tears spraying everywhere, pounding the steering column and my Dad said in a quiet voice: "I bet my kid's got a bigger cock than you."
The officer said, "Come again, sir?"
My Dad - who wasn't saying it in proud or boasting way but in an even monotone that seemed, to me, a little resentful - said, "I bet my son back there has got a bigger cock than you do."
The officer said, "With all due respect - I ain't never seen no man, more less a kid, packing more meat than I got right here," he pointed, hefting his bulge.
"Why not make a bet out of it then?" My Dad said. "If my kid's got a bigger cock than you, then you let us go - no charges."
"And when he don't?" The officer said, laughing.
"You can charge us with DUI." Pause. My Dad then added, "And you can fuck my wife."
Soon, the parameters were agreed upon and I got out and walked with the officer behind the van, shielded from oncoming traffic. My whole family was watching: my cousins, my grandparents, my folks. I could hear Chloe, my really hot cousin, snickering drunkenly as I unleashed my huge cock and stroked it to a full 11+ inches. The officer, however, had a huge cock himself - it very nearly was as big as mine . . . or, could it be . . . bigger? Nobody knew for sure. My Grandpa came out of the van with with some measuring tape and we had to juxtapose our cocks while he measured them and, to my relief, I was about 1/4 of an inch bigger.
Everybody cheered and applauded and though I recognized how important the victory was for the safety of my family, I could not help being very embarrassed and I felt used, cheapened, a gimmick. The officer, who was enraged, whispered to me, "You ain't seen the last of me, partner," and he got in his cruiser and peeled out.
I don't know what to think anymore. My whole existence seems dominated by my huge cock - it is the axis on which my entire reality spins. I feel like a toy, a freakshow . . . a commodity. Not like a real person.
I came here for support. I hope you can help
He was typing with his huge cock.
My god!!! John Katz was right!! You can browse the internet using a commodore 64 in afghanistan!!
Disney has been creative with the accounting...
Kill a commie for mommy!
:)
These were the days.
a beowulf cluster of these babies
(i know, i know, sorry)
I didn't think it was physically possible, but this both sucks and blows - Bart Simpson
You see, we knew Katz wasn't lying. Maybe now that Junis is hooked up to the inturnet we can have our "Ask Junis" session we were promised.
First of all, v Aghanis thank you Americans for getting rid of stupid Talibani's & speshal thyanks to mister Kaatz for exploding (or is it exposing - fargive my english) us the pawar of the interanet, all with the mercy of out Lord, Americans, mister katz & my favaret commodore-64. Dearest mister katz, i would be grateful if you would thro this technology would stream in your delightfull voice about open-source, globalisation, more C-64's,etc., to us knaalege-hungry afghanis.