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pinqkandi writes "Yesterday, TerraSoft Solutions announced its next generation of its PowerPC Linux, Yellow Dog 2.3. New in this version is Kernel 2.4.19, KDE 3.0.1, CUPS printing, and OpenOffice 1.0, among other updates of included applications. It is available immediately from TerraSoft's online store for $30, or $60 if you want personal support for 60 days."
but may I interest you in this first post?
I hope high gas prices are depriving your children, you fucking dumbass.
Yeah. I am the bungi!
I
I'd always been incredulous of the rumors surrounding the metropolis. Surely it was no more a prodigious city than Jasper! In a matter of hours, I would determine the validity of the hyperbole that others had shared with me.
"Hey, Peter!" exclaimed Robert, pointing at a modernly painted car. "It's over here. Come check it out!" It was obvious that the luxurious pink car was a rental, for a label was affixed to its rear, near the words "Dodge Neon." I approached the passenger side door.
"It's unlocked. Get in!" Robert was certainly enthusiastic about his acquisition of such an immaculate automobile. Despite his enthusiasm, I was somewhat apprehensive about driving with him. After all, his patrol cart accident had resulted in a somewhat undesirable trip to the hospital for both of us! As I began to enter the car, I was startled by a sound that resembled a click. I hadn't a moment to lose. During my descent to the ground, the clicking noise was followed by an enormous roar. At that point I realized that my protege was merely starting the car.
"Listen to this bad boy," he said as he revved the Neon's engine, producing a recurring shrill that may have emanated from an engine belt. "Hah! Almost a sportscar!" Once again, I felt as though I was a simpleton instead of a sophisticated, elaborately trained guardsman. But I had been in the hospital, so perhaps my sense of danger wasn't as accurate as it had been prior to the accident. I felt it important to remember an axiom that had been shared with me on numerous occasions: Time heals everything.
According to my road map, we would encounter many different cities en route, including Livingston, Cleveland, and New Caney. Two of them were surrounded by hyperbole similar to that of Houston. "The nightlife in Cleveland is invigorating," was among intelligence shared with me by an accented, travelling man. "Lake Livingston is more beautiful than Aruba," a native had said. Aside from New Caney, I possessed valid intelligence about our primary route. If we weren't fulfilling a mission, I would have attempted to confirm it all personally.
"Robert, we may have to drive for hours," I said, settling into the fabric seat of the Neon and anticipating the exciting perils of the journey ahead. "Can you handle it?" I strongly considered fretting when my trainee responded with a smile reminiscent of the one he exhibited shortly before our collision with the SUV. However, I remained calm, for I hadn't yet observed the negative augury that was a reflective, silver star.
As we exited the parking lot, I observed that the blue sky overhead was entering a transition to darkness. Clouds were beginning to appear on the horizon. Robert drove expeditiously, occasionally nearing speeds of fourty-five miles per hour. The precision with which he drove indicated his adeptness and experience. While I was genuinely impressed by my protege, I didn't understand why the other drivers insisted on inundating us with an unnerving blast of their horn as they passed. These occurances became more frequent after we entered a road that had been assigned the name US 190. It was here that our bizarre journey truly began.
II
"I've never driven in these conditions," said Robert, as light rain began to cover the windshield of our luxury car. "Um, uh... Oh, yeah, here's the wiper switch." Instead of the mundane sound of the wipers' rubber removing water from glass, we were greeted by a sound similar to that of fingernails being driven into a chalkboard. The temptation existed for me to cover my ears, but I realized that my protege required assistance.
"Turn them off!" I yelled frantically.
Robert pressed the switch almost instantaneously, disabling the malfunctioning wipers. "Maybe I turned on the windshield cleaning mode?"
"No, no," I informed him. "There aren't any wiper blades! We're being sabotaged!" Our ability to see was hampered by scratches that had appeared in the windshield. The rapidly degrading weather conditions outside weren't of any assistance, either. It was absolutely imperative that we exit the road. At that moment, I spotted a Dairy Queen sign on an adjacent street.
"Robert, turn left. Quick!" I commanded my protege, who complied without hesitation. As I watched him correct the car's direction, I realized that something was surely amiss. Our automobile was skidding!
"Peter, help me. I can't stop it!" My trainee had emitted a distress call. I was required to respond immediately and effectively! In a heroic manner, I seized control of the steering wheel and used all of my strength to turn the car in the direction of the skid. Miraculously, the car became motionless less than a moment later.
"Robert, are you okay?" I queried. He continued to the Dairy Queen's parking lot cautiously. Not once did he utter a word.
Emerging from the vehicle with a shirt shielding my head from the drizzle, my keen sense of smell observed that the road had become aromatic with the smells of rain, oil, and asphalt. The humid conditions and darkened sky overhead, illuminated occasionally by a strike of lightning, only heightened our sense of foreboding. We rushed quickly to the more pleasant confines of Woodville's Dairy Queen.
"Bad weather out there, huh friends?" the accented cashier greeted us with a chuckle. "Yeah, we had us a tornader out there just last week, huh. See that toppled tree right over there? Well, anyway, name's Thomas. What's yours?"
An elderly oak tree, possibly existent for a century, had been uprooted near the road. Neither Robert nor myself had been aware of its presence until Thomas had pointed it out. "My name is Peter," I replied, pointing a finger. "And that's Robert. Do you mind if we stay here until this storm is over?"
"Naw, naw. Not at all!" Thomas was around forty-five, perhaps as much as fifty years of age. Thin gray strands were becoming interspersed throughout his jet black hair. He was a relatively small man, only five feet and four inches in stature. My approximation was derived from the fact that he was somewhat shorter than myself, a man of five and a half feet.
I conversed casually with him, as I had the hospital nurse, about trivial matters such as ice cream and old trucks. As I glanced outside, I was aghast at the sight of a most frightening image: a car with the notoriously iconic silver star affixed to both its front and its rear passed by the Dairy Queen, apparently oblivious to or unaffected by the weather outside. I'd observed a most negative omen. As hail began to relentlessly pelt the tin roof of the restaurant, Robert, Thomas, and I realized silently that we would be at the mercy of whatever followed it...
III
"I saw it too," whispered Robert, noticing my face. It'd been rendered a shade or two more pale by the sighting.
"Saw what, man? What was I 'sposed to see?" It was evident that our newly discovered friend hadn't yet been informed of the dangers we faced as a result of our vision. I proceeded to enlighten him.
"Whenever you see a three-pointed star affixed to a vehicle, it's a bad omen. You see, Robert and I discovered this while patrolling."
"Patrollin'? What'chu patrol?" He'd grown more inquisitive, his eyes reduced to mere slits. Perhaps Thomas hadn't ever encountered two elite security guards before.
"Oh, we're security guards. We've saved the world numerous times. But you see, a man crashed into our security patrol vehicle during a routine mission to protect automobiles from rogue shopping carts. Attached to his car was a star that we've observed to be a negative omen on many occasions. Always avoid it. Always. It could save you the expense of your life."
"What a load of boohickey!" Thomas retorted. Apparently, he had decided not to heed our stern warning. He began laughing incessantly. "Good story, though. Huh! You both deserve a Blizzard for that!"
I'd once before sampled a "Blizzard" in a Jasper Dairy Queen. It was a ubiquitous fact that they most likely contained a depressant similar to alcohol. His attempt to serve me such a "frozen treat" led me to believe that he could be part of what I now call the Three Pointed Conspiracy. It was imperative that I not accept any of his offers and shield Robert from his evil.
I denied his offer with a simple "No, thank you."
"Fair 'nuff," he said. "Just thought I'd offer ya one." A member of the Three Pointed Conspiracy, it was certainly possible that he was attempting to lull me into a sense of complacency. I couldn't lower my guard.
Robert, however, was more susceptible to his attack. "Hey, I'll take one of those!" he exclaimed. As Robert glanced in my direction, I shook my head in a stern, horizontal manner. Upon consuming even a fraction of the Blizzard, he would grow more delusional and less aware of the conspiracy around him. Since my head shake had gone unacknowledged, the fact that we needed to vacate the Dairy Queen prematurely became more distinct. After a moment of consideration, I grabbed his arm and began to run for the door. Hopefully Thomas (if that wasn't a pseudonym assigned by the Conspiracy) wouldn't consider our departure abnormal.
"Oh, look, the sky. It's clearing. Robert, we must depart!" I shouted, attempting to confuse the cashier and delay his inevitable, hostile reaction.
"Where are we going, Peter?" Robert questioned me almost inaudibly as we ran to the Neon through the downpour of rain.
"We must leave here, Robert. That man is an agent of a conspiracy with a scale of which has never been seen!" I urgently informed him. He tossed me the keys to the Neon. As I unlocked my door, another bolt of lightning crackled overhead. It must have been nearing sunset, for the strike was more brilliant than any of the others that day.
After starting the engine, I unlocked Robert's door. "I'm cold," he said, shivering and eyeing the air conditioner vent as he fastened his seat belt. "Do you mind?"
"No, not at all," I replied. I'd become uncomfortably chilled as well. Thomas, apparently, wasn't making any effort to pursue us. We entered the rain covered US 190, once again bound for Houston.
IV
It'd been years since I'd last driven an automobile aside from our elite patrol vehicle. If it weren't possible that members of the Three Pointed Conspiracy were following us, I would've considered detouring once the storm was over, for no reason other than to enjoy the feeling.
After a few moments, the road around us became dark. The thick storm clouds overhead obscured any moonlight. If not for our luxury car's headlights, we would have been completely unable to see. US 190 was deserted; there wasn't another car in sight. Moderate rain continued to strike the roof of our car in a manner that was almost relaxing. I glanced quickly over at Robert, who'd been silent for the past few minutes. He had fallen asleep.
The moderate to heavy rain that we'd experienced since Woodville was replaced by a light mist as we entered Livingston. Although the weather here had improved noticeably, fallen trees and a power line lying close to the road indicated that the storm had recently passed through. I nudged Robert with my elbow, who responded with a groan.
After many fruitless attempts, he finally awoke, responding in a groggy voice. "Yeah, Peter?"
He would've been furious if I'd been his subordinate instead of his commander, but I was pleased by his lack of hostility. "Would you mind checking the roadmap for directions?"
"Uh, sure. Actually, can we stop here first?" He pointed at an Exxon gasoline station.
"Are you sick?" I asked with concern.
"Um, no," he replied. "I want a snack."
His request was reasonable, I decided. Besides, the car would soon require a fuel replinishment and I was becoming somewhat uncomfortable from driving. "Go inside and buy whatever you want," I instructed him as I handed him a fifty dollar bill. "But be sure to pay for twenty-five dollars worth of gas."
"Okay," he replied as I positioned the car alongside a gasoline pump.
"On second thought," I told him, "I'll go with you."
He handed the fifty dollar bill back to me. The store itself was ancient, but seemed to have been well maintained. I followed Robert as he selected a Sprite and a bag of potato chips, then to the cashier's register.
"You guys are the first customers I've had all night," the woman said. "You must be on pump four. Heh, you haven't pumped any gas yet. Prepayin'?"
I stepped up. "Yes, twenty-five dollars."
She began scanning the products' barcodes. "Alright then, I'll ring this stuff up. Heh, bad storm here earlier. Was a twister that tore two houses down, news said. You boys didn't drive through it?"
"Yes, we did," I replied solemnly.
"Heh, brave. Well, your total's forty even." I relinquished the fifty. "Ten dollars change, then. Here ya go."
As I pumped the gasoline, I watched the gnats swarm the flourescent light overhead. Once I'd finished returning the pumping device to its holder, our trip resumed. "So, where do we go from here?" I asked Robert as I reassumed my seat behind the wheel.
"Interstate 59," he replied while chewing on a potato chip. "It should take us all the way into Houston."
"Right," I replied, the car's engine sputtering lightly as it started.
Comment without sacrificing karma.
Perhaps they'll be willing to share it with the rest of us. I've been waiting for it for a few months now and still can't get it. ;-)
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Please read
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I admire the USA in many ways. There are many parts of its constitution which stand as guiding principles for other countries around the globe. Indeed, the US has fared so well because it understands the importance of the liberal values of democracy and transparency in its affairs, and long may that last. The chief tenant of transparency and the openness of the state and other controlling powers is, as the founding fathers knew, manifested by the right to free speach. By circumventing (whether through commercial monopolies or government) the abilty to send information from one person to another (a pre-internet analogue - talking), recent proposals are surely in breach of its constitution.
As most will agree nowadays, economic progess is best achieved by letting Adam Smith have his way. As all good economics students know, commercial enterprises change and adapt. They always have done and they always will - Shakespeare didn't have Intellectual Property but prospered never the less. How can it be that I can say whatever I like with my voice, but I cannot necessarily transmit data with a modem - surely the medium is unimportant? Most people would call that censorship.
"They that can give up liberty to obtain a little temporary safety deserve neither liberty nor safety." Benjamin Franklin
Please vote against/use your powers to prevent XYZ.
your name/NickWKG
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Hopefully, this post will become a good piece of source material with which to lobby your political representative. Please improve and add to this argument (and repost it). I believe that the constitutional angle will strike more of a chord than any technical argument.
I'm an EU citizen, but this post is aimed at the US because the EU has a nasty habit of following whatever the USA does, so whatever happens in the states happens here too
Best to stop this shite at the source.
Thanks!
Do you even lift?
These aren't the 'roids you're looking for.
Kernel.org says 2.4.19rc1
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Hey, kid... wanna touch my "kernel patch"?
-- Alan Cox
I purchased a titanium powerbook just for the purpose of running YDL 2.2 on it. (I liked the style of the powerbook--still do). I purchased YDL and found it very well put together. I was very impressed with it.
However, after a few weeks of playing with OS X (I left a small OSX partition), I erased YDL and now I work exclusively in OS X. The Linux desktops just don't compare to it, and MS Office runs on OS X as well. I don't personally use it Office, but it's nice to have when I working with others.
In sum, YDL would be great for older Apple hardware that won't run OS X. If you have newer hardware, OS X is wonderful for a desktop machine.
a small off-topic muse here, but man i wish women comes with 2-month personal support for $60.
whenever she throws a fit because you answered "does this dress make me look fat" etc you call up a 800 number, wait 45 min on the line, and viola.
in fact, they (women) should come with man pages. sigh...
My life in the land of the rising sun.
but what really can this do that Darwin or OSX can't?
Yet another pay-for-linux release. When will they learn that we don't want to pay for linux. I can see where companies would pay for support, but the major selling point of Linux is that it is free. Whenever I tell someone about linux (only when they ask), they alays say "and it's free??? that's impossible! well, I guess it's worth a try." I mean, since you don't LOSE anything to try it out, that makes it a lot more attractive for some people to "make the switch."
Fault loves the past, worry loves the future, but content enjoys the present.
uhm....
2.4.19 ?????
please tell me the lotto numbers from tomorrow so i can get the jackpot. since you people got 2.4.19 from the future....
Who in his eright mind would run Linux on a Mac when he has access to one of the best Unix implementations ever written, OS X?
What you GPL zealots will do (use a clearly inferior operating system, in thie case) for "free software" boggles the mind.
for making older macs that don't run OS X useful :)
If they are including 2.4.19 are they going to publish their time travel method under an open documentation license?
Troll alert! Troll alert! This didn't crash my Mac like Comp-U-Geek but this is almost as bad. Goatse-like content too.
Knowledge is power. Knowledge shared is power multiplied.
I blew my mod points, so I can't moderate... the link above redirects you to a gay porno site.
It r0X0rz mah b0x0rz!
+5 informative
I hope high gas prices are depriving your children, you fucking dumbass.
Maybe you have a virus or something.
Imagine a Beowolf Cluster of THESE!!!
Debian is "the one true Linux" and it runs just fine on my ibook. Anyone who is in the market for an easy to install and use Unix like system on a Mac will most probably go with OS X. I don't see what the selling point of a "Mac only" distribution is these days. Did I mention I thought Debian was great.
To illustrate the undebatable fact that masturbation is an entirely normal and
healthy practice: it is performed by all members of the animal kingdom. Human
children will also follow their instictive masturbatory desires, unless they
have been scolded for it by their indignant parents, who were undoubtably
berated for it by their parents, and so on down the retrocedent line.
It is unfortunate, but true, that the sexual guilts of parents will immutably be
passed on to their children. In order to save our children from the ill-fated
sexual destiny of our parents, grandparents, and possibly ourselves, the
perverted moral code of the past must be exposed for what it is: a pragmatically
organized set of rules which, if rigidly obeyed, would destroy us! Unless we
emancipate ourselves from the ridiculous sexual standards of our present
society, including the so-called sexual revolution, the neuroses caused by those
stifling regulations will persist. Adherence to the sensible and humanistic new
morality of Satanism can - and will - evolve society in which our children can
grow up healthy and without the devastating moral encumbrances of our existing
sick society. NOT ALL VAMPIRES SUCK BLOOD! SATANISM represents
responsibility to the responsible, instead of concern for psychic vampires.
Many people who walk the earth practice the fine art of making others feel
responsible and even indebted to them, without cause. Satanism observes these
leeches in their true light. Psychic vampires are individuals who drain others
of their vital energy. This type of person can be found in all avenues of
society. They fill no useful purpose in our lives, and are neither love objects
nor true friends. Yet we feel responsible to the psychic vampire without knowing
why.
If you think you may be the victim of such a person, there are a few simple
rules which will help you form a decision. Is there a person you often call or
visit, even though you really don't want to, because you know you will feel
guilty if you don't? Or, do you find yourself constantly doing favors for one
who doesn't come forward and ask, but hints? Often the psychic vampire will use
reverse psychology, saying: "Oh, I couldn't ask you to do that" - and you, in
turn, insist upon doing it. The psychic vampire never demands anything of you.
That would be far too presumptuous. They simply let their wishes be known in
subtle ways which will prevent them from being considered pests. They "wouldn't
think of imposing" and are always content and willingly accept their lot,
without the slightest complaint - outwardly!
Their sins are not of commission, but of omission. It's what they don't say, not
what they do say, that makes you feel you must account to them. They are much
too crafty to make overt demands upon you, because they know you would resent
it, and would have a tangible and legitimate reason for denying them.
A large percentage of these people have special "attributes" which make their
dependence upon you more feasible and much more effective. Many psychic vampires
are invalids (or pretend to be) or are "mentally or emotionally disturbed."
Others might feign ignorance or incompetence so you will, out of pity - or more
often, exasperation - do things for them.
The traditional way to banish a demon or elemental is to recognize it for what
it is, and exorcise it. Recognition of these modern-day demons and their methods
is the only antidote for their devastating hold over you.
Most people accept these passively vicious individuals at face value only
because their insidious maneuvers have never been pointed out to them. They
merely accept these "poor souls" as being less fortunate than themselves, and
feel they must help them however they can. It is this misdirected sense of
responsibility (or unfounded sense of guilt) which nourishes well the
"altruisms" upon which these parasites feast!
The psychic vampire is allowed to exist because he cleverly chooses
conscientious, responsible people for his victims - people with great dedication
to their "moral obligations."
In some cases we are vampirized by groups of people, as well as individuals.
Every fund raising organization, be it a charitable foundation, community
council, religious or fraternal association, etc., carefully selects a person
who is adept at making others feel guilty for its chairman or coordinator. It is
the job of this chairman to intimidate us into opening first our hearts, and
then our wallets, to the recipient of their "good will" - never mentioning that,
in many cases, their time is not unselfishly donated, but that they are drawing
a fat salary for their "noble deeds." They are masters at playing upon the
sympathy and consideration of responsible people. How often we see little
children who have been sent forth by these self-righteous Fagins to painlessly
extract donations from the kindly. Who can resist the innocent charm of a child?
There are, of course, people who are not happy unless they are giving, but many
of us do not fit into this category. Unfortunately, we are often put upon to do
things we do not genuinely feel should be required of us. A conscientious person
finds it very difficult to decide between voluntary and imposed charity. He
wants to do what is right and just, and finds it perplexing trying to decide
exactly who he should help and what degree of aid should rightfully be expected
of him.
Each person must decide for himself what his obligations are to his respective
friends, family, and community. Before donating his time and money to those
outside his immediate family and close circle of friends, he must decide what he
can afford, without depriving those closest to him. When taking these things
into consideration he must be certain to include himself among those who mean
most to him. He must carefully evaluate the validity of the request and the
personality or motives of the person asking it of him.
It is extremely difficult for a person to learn to say "no" when all his life he
has said "yes." But unless he wants to be constantly taken advantage of, he must
learn to say "no" when circumstances justify doing so. If you allow them,
psychic vampires will gradually infiltrate your everyday life until you have no
privacy left - and your constant feeling of concern for them will deplete you of
all ambition.
A psychic vampire will always select a person who is relatively content and
satisfied with his life - a person who is happily married, pleased with his job,
and generally well-adjusted to the world around him - to feed upon. The very
fact that the psychic vampire chooses to victimize a happy person shows that he
is lacking all the things his victim has; he will do everything he can to stir
up trouble and disharmony between his victim and those people he holds dear.
Therefore, be wary of anyone who seems to have no real friends and no appearant
interest in life (except you). He will usually tell you he is very selective in
his choice of friends, or doesn't make friends easily because of the high
standards he sets for his companions. (To acquire and keep friends, one must be
willing to give of himself - something of which the psychic vampire is
incapable.) But he will hasten to add that you fulfill every requirement and are
truly an outstanding exception among men - you are one of the very few worthy of
his friendship.
Lest you confuse desperate love (which is a very selfish thing) with psychic
vampirism, the vast difference between the two must be clarified. The only way
to determine if you are being vampirized is to weigh what you give the person
compared to what they give you in return.
You may, at times, become annoyed with the obligations put upon you by a loved
one, a close friend, or even an employer. But before you label them psychic
vampires, you must ask yourself, "What am I getting in return?" If your spouse
or lover insists that you call them frequently, but you also require them to
account to you for their time spent away from you, you must realize this is a
give and take situation. Or, if a friend is in the habit of calling upon you for
help at inopportune moments, but you similarly depend upon them to give your
immediate needs priority, you must regard it as a fair exchange. If your
employer asks you to do a little more than is normally expected of you in your
particular position, but will overlook occasional tardiness or will give you
time off when you need it, you certainly have no cause for complaint and need
not feel he is taking advantage of you.
You are, however, being vampirized if you are incessantly called upon or
expected to do favors for someone who, when you need a favor, always happens to
have other "pressing obligations."
Many psychic vampires will give you material things for the express purpose of
making you feel you owe them something in return, thereby binding you to them.
The difference between your giving, and theirs, is that your return payment must
come in a non-material form. They want you to feel obligated to them, and would
be very disappointed and even resentful if you attempted to repay them with
materal objects. In essence, you have "sold your soul" to them, and they'll
constantly remind you of your duty to them, by not reminding you.
Being purely Satanic, the only way to deal with a psychic vampire is to "play
dumb" and act as though they are genuinely altruistic and really expect nothing
in return. Teach them a lesson by graciously taking what they give you, thanking
them loudly enough for all to hear, and walking away! In this way you come out
the victor. What can they say? And when you are inevitably expected to repay
their "generosity," (this is the hard part!) you say "NO" - but again,
graciously! When they feel you falling from their clutches two things will
happen. First, they will act "crushed," hoping your old feeling of duty and
sympathy will return, and when (and if) it doesn't, they will show their true
colors and will become angry and vindictive.
Once you have moved them to this point, YOU can play the role of the injured
party. After all, you've done nothing wrong - you just happened to have had
"pressing obligations" when they needed you, and since nothing was expected in
return for their gifts, there should be no hard feelings.
Generally, the psychic vampire will realize his methods have been discovered and
will not press the issue. He will not continue to waste his time with you, but
will move on to his next unsuspecting victim.
There are times, however, when the psychic vampire will not release his hold so
easily, and will do everything possible to torment you. They have plenty of time
for this because, when once rejected, they wil neglect all else (what little
else they have, that is) to devote their every waking moment to planning the
revenge to which they feel they are entitled. For this reason, it is best to
avoid a relationship with this kind of person in the first place. Their
"adulation" and dependence upon you may, at first, be very flattering, and their
material gifts very attractive, but you will eventually find yourself paying for
them many times over.
Don't waste your time with people who will ultimately destroy you, but
concentrate instead on those who will appreciate your responsibility to them,
and, likewise, feel responsible to you.
And if you are a psychic vampire - take heed! Beware of the Satanist - he is
ready and willing to gleefully drive the proverbial stake through your heart!
INDULGENCE . . . NOT COMPULSION
THE HIGHEST PLATEAU OF HUMAN DEVELOPMENT IS THE AWARENESS OF THE FLESH!
SATANISM encourages its followers to indulge in their natural desires. Only by
doing so can you be a completely satisfied person with no frustrations which can
be harmful to yourself and others around you. Therefore, the most simplified
description of the Satanic belief is:
INDULGENCE INSTEAD OF ABSTINENCE People often mistake compulsion for indulgence,
but there is a world of difference between the two. A compulsion is never
created by indulging, but by not being able to indulge. By making something
taboo, it only serves to intensify the desire. Everyone likes to do the things
they have been told not to. "Forbidden fruits are sweetest."
Webster's Encyclopedic Dictionary defines indulgence thusly: "To give oneself up
to; not to restrain or oppose; to give free course to; to gratify by compliance;
to yeild to." The dictionary definition of compulsion is: "The act of compelling
or driving by a force, physical or moral; constraint of the will; (compulsory,
obligatory)." In other words, indulgence implies choice, whereas compulsion
indicates the lack of choice.
When a person has no proper release for his desires they rapidly build up and
become compulsions. If everyone had a particular time and place for the purpose
of periodically indulging in their personal desires, without fear of
embarrassment or reproach, they would be sufficiently released to lead
unfrustrated lives in the everyday world. They would be free to plunge headlong
into whatever undertaking they might choose instead of going about their duties
half-heartedly, their creative urges frustrated by denying their natural
desires. This would apply in the majority of cases, but there will always be
those who work better under pressure.
Generally, those who need to endure a certain amount of hardship to produce to
their full capabilities are in basically artistic vocations. (More will be said
later about fulfillment through self-denial.) This does not mean to imply that
all artists fit into this category. On the contrary, many artists are unable to
produce unless their basic animal needs have been satisfied.
For the most part, it is not the artist or individualist, but the average
middle-class working man or woman who is lacking the proper release for their
desires. It is ironic that the responsible, respectable person - the one who
pays society's bills - should be the one given the least in return. It is he who
must be ever conscious of his "moral obligations", and who is condemned for
normally indulging in his natural desires.
The Satanic religion considers this a gross injustice. He who upholds his
responsibilities should be most entitled to the pleasures of his choice, without
censure from the society he serves.
Finally a religion (Satanism) has been formed which commends and rewards those
who support the society in which they live, instead of denouncing them for their
human needs.
From every set of principles (be it religious, political, or philosophical),
some good can be extracted. Amidst the madness of the Hitlerian concept, one
point stands out as a shining example of this - "strength through joy!". Hitler
was no fool when he offered the German people happiness, on a personal level, to
insure their loyalty to him, and peak efficiency from them.
It has been clearly established that the majority of all illnesses are of a
psychosomatic nature, and that psychosomatic illnesses are a direct result of
frustration. It has been said that "the good die young". The good, by Christian
standards, do die young. It is the frustration of our natural instincts which
leads to the deterioration of our minds and bodies.
It has become very fashionable to concentrate on the betterment of the mind and
spirit, and to consider giving pleasure to one's body (the very shell without
which the mind and spirit could not exist) to be coarse, crude, unrefined. AS OF
LATE, MOST PEOPLE WHO DEEM THEMSELVES EMANCIPATED HAVE LEFT NORMALCY ONLY TO
"TRANSCEND" INTO IDIOCY! By way of bending their behinds around to meet their
navels, subsisting on wild and exotic diets like brown rice and tea, they feel
they will arive at a great state of spiritual development.
"Hogwash!" says the Satanist. He would rather eat a good hearty meal, exercise
his imagination, and transcend by means of physical and emotional fulfillment.
It seems, to the Satanist, that after being harnessed with unreasonable
religious demands for so many centuries, one would welcome the chance to be
human for once!
If anyone thinks that by denying his natural desires he can avoid mediocrity, he
should examine the Eastern mystical beliefs which have been in great
intellectual favor in recent years. Christianity is "old-hat", so those who wish
to escape its fetters have turned to so-called enlightened religions, such as
Buddhism. Although Christianity is certainly deserving of the criticism it has
received, perhaps it has been taking more than its share of the blame. The
followers of the mystical beliefs are every bit as guilty of the little
humanisms as the "misguided" Christians. Both religions are based on trite
philosophies, but the mystical religionists profess to be enlightened and
emancipated from the guilt-ridden dogma which is typified by Christianity.
However, the Eastern mystic is even more preoccupied than the Christian with
avoiding animalistic actions that remind him he is not a "saint", but merely a
man - only another form of animal, sometimes better, more often worse, than
those who walk on all fours; and who, becuase of his "divine spiritual and
intellectual development", has become the most vicious animal of all!
The Satanist asks, "What is wrong with being human, and having human limitations
as well as assets?" By denying his desires the mystic has come no closer to
overcoming compulsion than his kindred soul, the Christian. The Eastern mystical
beliefs have taught people to contemplate their navels, stand on their heads,
stare at blank walls, avoid the use of labels in life, and discipline themselves
against any desire for materialistic pleasure. Nevertheless, I am sure you have
seen just as many so-called desciplined yogis with the inablility to control a
smoking habit as anyone else; or just as many supposedly emancipated Buddhists
become just as excited as a "less aware" person when they are confronted with a
member of the opposite - or in some cases, the same - sex. Yet when asked to
explain the reason for their hypocrisy, these people retreat into the
ambiguousness which characterizes their faith - no one can pin them down if
there are no straight answers that can be given!
The simple fact of the matter is that the very thing which has led this type of
person to a faith which preaches abstinence, is indulgence. Their compulsive
masochism is the reason for choosing a religion which not only advocates
self-denial, but praises them for it; and gives them a sacrosanct avenue of
expression for their masochistic needs. The more abuse they can stand, the
holier they become.
Masochism, to most people, represents a rejection of indulgence. Satanism points
out many meanings behind the meanings, and considers masochism to be an
indulgence if any attempt to sway or change the person from his masochistic
traits is met with resentment and/or failure. The Satanist does not condemn
these people for giving vent to their masochistic desires, but he does feel the
utmost contempt towards those who cannot be honest enough (at least with
themselves) to face and accept their masochism as a natural part of their
personality make-up.
Having to use religion as an excuse for their masochism is bad enough, but these
people actually have the effrontery to feel superior to those who are not
bound-up in self-deceitful expression of their fetishes! These people would be
the first to condemn a man who found his weekly release with a person who would
beat him soundly, thereby releasing himself from the very thing which could, if
unreleased, make him - as they are - a compulsive church-goer or religious
fanatic. By finding adequate release for his masochistic desires, he no longer
needs to debase and deny himself in his every waking moment, as do these
compulsive masochists.
Satanists are encouraged to indulge in the seven deadly sins, as they need hurt
no one; they were only invented by the Christian Church to insure guilt on the
part of its followers. The Christian Church knows that it is impossible for
anyone to avoid committing these sins, as they are all things which we, being
human, most naturally do. After inevitably committing these sins financial
offerings to the church in order to "pay off" God are employed as a sop to the
parishioner's conscience!
Satan has never needed a book of rules, because vital natural forces have kept
man "sinful" and intent on preserving himself and his feelings. Nevertheless,
demoralizing attempts have been made on his body and being for his "soul's"
sake, which only illustrate how misconceived and misused the labels of
"indulgence" versus "compulsion" have become.
Sexual activity certainly is condoned and encouraged by Satanism, but obviously
the fact that it is the only religion which honestly takes this stand, is the
reason it has been traditionally given so much literary space.
Naturally, if most people belong to the religions which repress them sexually,
anything written on this provocative subject is going to make for titillating
reading.
If all attempts to sell something (be it a product or an idea) have failed - sex
will always sell it. The reason for this is that even though people now
consciously accept sex as a normal and necessary function, their subconscious is
still bound by the taboo which religion has placed upon it. So, again, what is
denied is more intensely desired. It is this bugaboo regarding sex which causes
the literature devoted to the Satanic views on the subject to overshadow all
else written about Satanism.
The true Satanist is not mastered by sex any more than he is mastered by any of
his other desires. As with all other pleasurable things, the Satanist is master
of, rather than mastered by sex. He is not the perverted fiend who is just
waiting for the opportunity to deflower every young virgin, nor is he the
skulking degenerate who furtively hangs around in the "dirty" bookstores,
slavering over the "nasty" pictures. If pornography fills his needs for the
moment, he unashamedly buys some "choice items" and guiltlessly peruses them at
his leisure.
"We have to accept the fact that man has become disgruntled at being constantly
repressed, but we must do everything we can to at least temper the sinful
desires of man, lest they run rampant in this new age," say the religionists of
the right-hand path to the questioning Satanist. "Why continue to think of these
desires as shameful and something to be repressed, if you now admit they are
natural?" returns the Satanist. Could it be that the white-light religionists
are a bit "sour-grapes" about the fact that they didn't think of a religion,
before the Satanists, which would be enjoyable to follow; and if the truth were
known, would they too not like to have a bit more pleasure out of life, but for
fear of losing face, cannot admit it? Could it also be that they are afraid
people will, after hearing about Satanism, tell themselves "This is for me - why
should I continue with a religion which condemns me for everything I do, even
though there is nothing actually wrong with it?" The Satanist thinks this is
more than likely true.
OMG BIG PENIS ATE MY SOUP
This is my experience with installing Potato Debian on my iBook DVD, using the
/home (home) /opt (opt)
/dev/hda9 -m /target/etc/ofboot.b --root /dev/hda10 --partition 10 /target/etc/yaboot.conf. Here is what it looks like after all the
= /boot/yaboot
/target/etc/yaboot.conf -m /target/etc/ofboot.b
rev0 CDs. I know this story is about YDL, but a lot of people do not realize that Debian and Mandrake works just as fine on Apple hardware. And thus this walkthrough, hope it's helpful, give it a try.
This is not a Guide to Debian installation, rather a step-by-step
guide (doh!). And write down what you're doing (especially partition numbers,
that the reason why I'm writing this and reinstalling everything from scratch
for the second time)
Enjoy.
Instructions
------------
1. Boot the laptop with the iBook install, by pressing "C" during the chime
sound
2. Launch the Drive Setup, on the CD, in the Utilities directory
3. I created 2 partitions. First one is the Linux Place Holder, one big fat
partition that we'll split into all your Linux partitions during the Debian
install process. The second one is for MacOS. You might want to create 3
partitions (respectivily for Linux, MacOS, and an HFS one for sharing files
between Linux and MacOS). I'm only using MacOS to play DVDs, so it's no big
deal for me.
4. Install MacOS on the MacOS drive (don't install on the place holder for
Linux!)
5. Reboot the 'puter, it should work, otherwise bring your iBook back to the
shop and jump off a cliff.
6. Now that we're sure that the iBook and MacOS works, reboot up, and press
Option-Apple-O-F during the chime to access the Open Firmware.
7. type in "boot cd:\\yaboot". Try "boot cd:\install\powermac\yaboot" if the
former fails.
8. On the yaboot prompt, enter "debian video=aty128fb:vmode:10:depth:8:" where
debian is the name of the image you're gonna be using to boot (hit to
list the available ones).
9. Select your keyboard, and Partition your HD, following Ethan Benson's
mac-fdisk-basics.txt (see at the bottom for URL).
11. At this point I have this kind of partitioning:
hda1 to hda8: MacOS crap
hda9: Apple_Bootstrap partition
hda10: / (root)
hda11: swap
hda12:
hda13:
hda14: MacOS
(...Later...)
10. When asked if you want to "Make Linux Bootable Directly From Hard Disk",
get to another console and get a shell (on the iBook, it's a bit dodgy,
keep pressed in this order Apple-fn-F2).
11. Run this line to get your bootstrap partition initialized:
mkofboot --boot
12. In the present state, you wouldn't be able to boot Linux because of the
(lack of) novideo option in the default yaboot.conf
Edit the
editing:
boot=/dev/hda9
device=hd:
timeout=20
install
magicboot=/boot/ofboot.b
image=/vmlinux
label=Linux
root=/dev/hda10
read-only
partition=10
append = "video=aty128fb:vmode:10:depth:8:"
13. Run that to be able to run Linux:
ybin -C
14. Reboot the system, and get into the Open Firmware again
15. To boot your linux system, type in:
boot hd:9,yaboot
(...Later...)
16. Voila, you still need to configure your computer (X-Window, dial-up,
desktop...), but at least it will boot up normally =)
17. to boot up by default with Linux, run "setenv boot-device hd:9,yaboot"
within the Open Firmware. Press the Option key during the chime to boot
MacOS.
Kudos to Yellow Dog Linux team!! Without your work my life would not be complete. Thanks!! You have saved me & my company more than once! Keep on doing that great stuff!
The moderation system fucking sucks.
The fucking moron who gave this +1 Informative...what the fuck? If you're not going to follow the goddamned link, don't fucking moderate it.
Oh, and doesn't OS X kind of eliminate the need for ppc linux? Am I missing something?
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pants ahoy
Why wouldn't you upgrade to a new box and OS from Apple? Linux is cool for servers. I can use my apps with windows and play WC3. Aqua bitch slaps gnome and kde any time of day.
WARNING: Don't bring your penguing near my Jaguar!
The continuing proliferation of open source operating systems on systems other than x86 will render the Palladium project totally usless. Come on people it's the way forward.
"Learning is not compulsory... neither is survival."
--Dr.W.Edwards Deming
Which link was that? All three links seem valid to me. Don't know what you look like, but normally a penguin doesn't look anything like a naked man.
-- This sig for rent.
"Me and a bunch of people got drunk, thought we could code, submitted the idea and produced a fancy web page. It's now two years later and the project has no files to download and is STILL on Stage 1, Planning."
"I've been reading UNIX in a Nutshell for SVR4 and fuck knows what any of this flags stuff is about"
"I can install Red Hat from a bootable CD. The machine is not connected to a network and all I do all day is type ps, pwd and ls. I'm so l33t."
"My folks are rich enough to send me off for further education. I am now in an uber-elite crowd of know-it-alls and I am here to belittle you. Fear me."
"I've spent the last two years being subjected to biased slashdot propaganda. I couldn't hack into a properly configured windows system if my life depended on it."
"I've spent far too much time absorbing bullshit ideals from anarchists. The truth of the matter is, I just don't want to pay for anything whatsoever. Britney CDs should be free because I think that somehow the constitution protects my illegal copying and distribution under some freedom of speech law or fair use act. Even though I don't have to go out and buy luxury items, I'm gonna whinge and bitch anyway"
"I've only been using it for a week, and now my hardcore wannabe techno friends think I'm a guru. I now recommend it to everybody based upon what I've read at slashdot."
"Somebody please shoot me several times in the head. I am fucking clueless."
"I'm too fucking dense to realise that this has been going on for over 15 years already, and I've just finished reading 1984. Go figure."
I tried the last yellow dog and found that their libm was fscked
doesnt exactly inspire me
anyone tried to compile spec benchmarks on it ?
regards
john jones
I blew my mod points, so I can't moderate... the link above redirects you to a gay porno site.
Linuxiso.org is a gay porno site? Not until they put up a page for Lesbian Linux. And someone's already submitted the link, so don't bother. ;)
Naked.
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Can you show any evidence that OS X is one of the " best unix implementations ever written?"
I mean, other than the proprietary desktop that doesn't even speak X...what makes OSX a GOOD unix?
(I did not say " good OS" I said " GOOD UNIX"
I am a straight 21-year-old female and have been with my boyfriend on and off for two years. He is the sweetest boy in the world and I love him with all my heart. The problem is this: After we have sex he pretends to fall asleep and then finger fucks himself in the ass. I have confronted him about this and he denies it, saying that I am crazy. I am completely traumatized by this entire situation. I have no one else to turn to. Is my boyfriend gay? Should I just ignore this habit of his and focus on all of his other wonderful qualities? I greatly respect your opinion, and I'm afraid I don't know what to do.
... the next time he rolls over, pretends to fall asleep, and then sticks a finger in his ass, wait until he's really going at it, and then say:
Hope Everything Looks Peachy
Dear HELP:
Your boyfriend isn't gay. He's a freak.
Try to keep up: There's nothing particularly gay about enjoying the feeling of a finger in your ass, nor is there anything particularly freaky about a man fingering himself. What makes your boyfriend a freak is that he fingers himself right next to someone he thinks is asleep, gets caught, and then denies he was doing it. Why would he deny it? Like a lot of straight men who enjoy having their asses played with, your boyfriend probably worries that you'll think he's gay if he tells you the truth -- and guess what? He's right! You do think he's gay.
Well, it ain't necessarily so, HELP. There are plenty of straight men out there who like having their butts played with, just as there are plenty of gay men who don't like having their butts played with. (I hate the feeling of a finger in my ass, HELP, and guys don't get much gayer than me.) The butt is not a magical place that only gay people can visit, like a leather bar or the Liberace Mu seum. Straight people have butts too, and some straight guys like to play with their butts, and it saddens me that so many of these straight men are reduced to playing with their own butts. Why is that the case? Once again, BECAUSE THEIR GIRLFRIEND WILL THINK THEY'RE GAY IF THEY ASK HER TO FINGER THEM.
As for your particular boyfriend, HELP, I think any guy who fingers his ass in the same room as his girlfriend -- even if he thinks she's asleep -- really wants to get caught, so
"You're doing it right now! You've got your finger in your ass! I'm not crazy!"
When he denies it, you play your trump card:
"Oh, really? Let me smell your fingers."
He'll probably burst into tears at this point, which is your cue to say the following: "Look, I don't think you're gay. I love you. If the man I love likes having his ass played with then, with God as my witness, I will play with his ass. But I refuse to lie here next to you while you play with your ass and pretend that I'm asleep. That's too freaky."
This is complete news to me that my "oldworld" Power PC here is capable of running Linux! I was equally surprised the YDL is not unusual in supporting Macs but Mandrake and the like happily support PowerPC too.
I'm a happy Mandrake-on-intel-laptop user. So any suggestions on what I need to consider when deciding whether to put, say, Mandrake or YDL on this power pc? My only thoughts are that Mandrake has advantages in familiarity and it's well known user-friendliness wherease YDL gets the plus for being specifically targetted at the Macintosh and may be easier to set-up and use
Also bear in mind that I'll be half doing this to convert my mum to Linux. If I can do that, I know Linux will be ready for the "mum" world of users
I thought the 2.4.19 was just a normal slashdot typo, but it appears that they are listing 2.4.19 on their website.
" YDL 2.3 surpasses YDL 2.2 with an array of timely updates, improvements: kernel 2.4.19, the 'Liquid' theme, CUPS print system, apt-get, OpenOffice 1.0, Mozilla 0.9.9, Galeon 1.2, Evolution 1.0.5, AbiWord 1.0.2, netatalk 1.5.3.1, and support for the Radeon 7500 (excluding 'Mobility') video card. "
Perhaps they have a typo or they are running a beta kernel or something. . . Could be they just have a typo on the site and let it alone to generate more interest in their distro?
Ah who knows. . .
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Mac-On-Linux virtualizes a Powerpc chip and allows MacOS to run on a virtual terminal. With a little work, even networking works well. The speed feels just like a native boot on my 400Mhz Pismo. Video is a bit slow because it's just a framebuffer with no accelleration. It's plenty fast enough for things like Office even if games don't play well.
It requires kernel modules that are built against the kernel running on the machine so you will need a good source tree to go along with your kernel. I mention this because many Powerpc Linux users go with precompiled kernels. MOL can be had from:
http://www.maconlinux.org/
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-- Linus Torvalds
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the garbage can A muddy pickup truck brainwashes the grizzly bear behind an anomaly A power drill caricatures a Eurasian line dancer Now and then the crank case beyond the avocado pit cooks cheese grits for an eagerly tattered apartment building IntroductionThe blood clot inside a hole puncher is paternal When you see the sheriff living with the microscope it means that the apartment building meditates A wrinkled submarine reaches an understanding with the lazily familiar customer because a food stamp toward a cargo bay buys an expensive gift for the fire hydrant of the deficit The recliner caricatures a pork chop A globule is stoic Some CEOThe ridiculously frightened turn signal ignores the financial oil filter When a traffic light starts reminiscing about lost glory a buzzard procrastinates The apartment building nonchalantly finds subtle faults with a lover Furthermore a pickup truck laughs out loud and a scythe about a fraction thoroughly competes with the demon defined by an industrial complex A bottle of beerFurthermore the impromptu briar patch hesitates and another load bearing deficit learns a hard lesson from the snooty hockey player An oil filter hides and the defendant plays pinochle with a greasy food stamp Any warranty can write a love letter to the parking lot but it takes a real dust bunny to carelessly give lectures on morality to the ski lodge toward a satellite The skyscraper toward a cab driver caricatures a moldy fire hydrant Now and then a bowling ball defined by some wedge makes a truce with the meanspirited blood clot The particle acceleratorWhen you see the lover near a mating ritual it means that a particle accelerator procrastinates When the graduated cylinder related to the ball bearing is singlehandledly optimal the asteroid over a crank case takes a peek at a somewhat rude submarine The eagerly imaginative pit viper pours freezing cold water on a mating ritual living with the sheriff If a steam engine organizes a selfloathing wheelbarrow then an umbrella near the hole puncher rejoices ConclusionsSome particle accelerator bestows great honor upon a senator of a paper napkin Now and then an usually varigated turn signal slyly gives secret financial aid to the earring related to an insurance agent A crane toward a tape recorder the movie theater and a plaintiff related to a bartender are what made America great A skinny tape recorder lazily learns a hard lesson from the snooty grain of sand Now and then an infected lover seldom bestows great honor upon a cowboy IntroductionAny cowboy can singlehandledly borrow money from the makeshift bartender but it takes a real turkey to wisely pour freezing cold water on the incinerated line dancer If a fruit cake can be kind to a nearest chestnut then the buzzard defined by an ocean reads a magazine Most people believe that a wheelbarrow beyond a fruit cake cooks cheese grits for a stovepipe but they need to remember how secretly a razor blade goes to sleep Indeed the cantankerous customer goes deep sea fishing with a resplendent submarine Sometimes a fashionable tomato takes a coffee break but the turn signal defined by a tornado always seldom teaches a carpet tack toward the steam engine A worldly crank caseA warranty is accidentally temporal For example the precise vacuum cleaner indicates that another fractured bowling ball ridiculously finds lice on an insurance agent If a cough syrup slyly assimilates another minivan then a bartender related to some short order cook earns frequent flier miles Sometimes an insurance agent beyond the lover daydreams but the inexorably pompous football team always laughs and drinks all night with a wedge inside a blood clot The nuclear tabloid takes a coffee break and a dust bunny hesitates however the bowling ball seldom has a change of heart about a line dancer about a hydrogen atom A fairyThe temporal fighter pilot gives secret financial aid to a fractured cloud formation The miserly tomato is cantankerous When a corporation near a recliner dies a squid defined by the defendant rejoices Furthermore the short order cook related to another girl scout hides and the crispy apartment building figures out the pine cone from a rattlesnake When a wisely mysterious roller coaster is frozen the ridiculously infected defendant brainwashes a food stamp related to a polar bear A reclinerA frozen chess board gets stinking drunk because a bottle of beer around a pickup truck finds lice on an eggplant over a chess board The impromptu rattlesnake derives perverse satisfaction from a light bulb or a pit viper related to the razor blade eagerly is a big fan of a scooby snack from a reactor Any fairy can laugh and drink all night with a hairy defendant but it takes a real pig pen to secretly compete with a pit viper over a chestnut When an inexorably worldly wedding dress is dreamlike a chess board around a scythe bestows great honor upon the mating ritual from the corporation A skyscraper is makeshift ConclusionsAnother tuba player the photon living with a turkey and a fire hydrant of the diskette are what made America great Now and then a carpet tack gives a pink slip to a stovepipe defined by a scythe When you see the rude turn signal it means that the anomaly starts reminiscing about lost glory Indeed the freight train related to the blood clot plans an escape from an asteroid related to a blithe spirit the hesitantly Eurasian cloud formation Now and then the recliner figures out some resplendent warranty IntroductionA sandwich procrastinates because a chestnut satiates a power drill toward a submarine Some green fighter pilot befriends a defendant over the cashier When an abstraction hides a scooby snack near a tape recorder laughs out loud Another fruit cake around a roller coaster competes with a pit viper For example a spider around a fighter pilot indicates that the crank case inside an apartment building pours freezing cold water on a stovepipe A CEOA mortician daydreams and a paycheck gives a pink slip to the frozen satellite Another grand piano writes a love letter to the apartment building related to some wedding dress When a senator is outer a precise tuba player accurately makes love to a turkey toward the squid A hydrogen atom a wrinkled nation and the cosmopolitan polar bear are what made America great The demon inside a vacuum cleaner trembles and the purple light bulb hibernates however a chess board trades baseball cards with a treacherous support group A warranty near the wedding dressMost people believe that a dust bunny writes a love letter to a cowboy toward the cyprus mulch but they need to remember how nonchalantly a cashier wakes up When a defendant related to the pit viper daydreams another tripod panics A lover wisely bestows great honor upon the highly paid umbrella The pit viper feverishly makes a truce with the federal umbrella A reactor finds subtle faults with another stovepipe for some class action suit A frustrating cargo bayA traffic light over an earring goes to sleep but a photon requires assistance from the inferiority complex The moldy hole puncher gives a pink slip to a tape recorder of a fire hydrant When the accurately varigated roller coaster is load bearing a squid for a dust bunny ridiculously borrows money from another mortician A cashier figures out a fire hydrant of an earring A light bulb for a stovepipe trades baseball cards with the meanspirited fairy ConclusionsThe cashier barely seeks a chess board over a tape recorder Now and then some eggplant toward the asteroid teaches the green minivan The mastadon beyond a cargo bay is a big fan of the freight train Most people believe that the pompous mastadon steals pencils from a loyal tornado but they need to remember how often a vacuum cleaner rejoices When the book is openedWhen you see a protective territory it means that this nyannyan under the farmer falls in love Indeed a Sunnake Baba drawn to a nosy brother secretly knows a true love away from a pervert When a lecherous old man hides this Taiitsuikun fades from existance When the chi away from the mystic fades from existance a Genbu under a priest goes to sleep Most people believe that a lover related to this Shogun hides from a but they need to remember how almost the temporal ninja beams with joy An Emperor from a wandering monkAn artist slyly gets devoured by the artist When the slyly brilliant child wakes up the evildoers over a nosy brother senses a plot An angry junior high school student follows their true love through the city or this Tenkouworshipping monster over some cackling madman makes a pact with the child genius Sometimes an alleged sunnake baba wanders the halls of the imperial palace but a prince always has a change of heart about some evildoers away from a sneaky fellow Sometimes this under a body stealing little freak hides but a Seishi always passs out from seeing a Suzaku no Miko over the desired boyfriend An Emperor from a magicianAny child can amazingly reach an understanding with the Seishi toward a Byakko Seishi but it takes a real bandit to hesitantly avoid contact with an insecure prince The family from the wandering monk figures out a sacrificial seishi Indeed the poor Genbu no Miko eagerly borrows money from the Seishi An angel senses a plot or some halfmanhalfbeast figures out some Suzaku Seishi A Taiitsuikun related to the is horrified The enraged chiThe peon with a father often watchs from the shadows this family A priest hesitates and a peon around a eats more than one person should be able to at one sitting however a hero toward a rebel slyly satiates a beyond a manipulative bastard A the Genbu no Miko and an opera singer away from an animal god are what made the panics Gods Sky and Earth the legend that it is A cackling madman over the husband gets swept up by the illusion of the seishi This husband assimilates an Emperor And so in the endAn animal god under a stranger has a change of heart about a magician If the enraged demon seldom ignores a spy for a wife then a away from a mysterious stranger falls in love Most people believe that a often goes to a poet around a pervert but they need to remember how completely a nearest Emperor eats more than one person should be able to at one sitting A nosy brother for a wandering monk sets aflame a nearest Suzaku no Miko A miko controlled by this seishi leaves and a handsome doesnt want to return to the real world however some hardly unseeing spunky schoolgirl laughs and parties all night with an idolized spunky schoolgirl
-pwpbot
For the most part, G3 and G4 towers, iMacs, and portables. That isn't too much variety of hardware. Yet no one can get it right! Every linux on PPC I've tried has suffered from some terrible screwup!
The computer I was trying to use was an iBook2, about a year old. YDL, Mandrake, Suse, they all claim to support it. Yet no one can make the Airport card work as part of the install process! Sound frequently doesn't work, (i.e works in KDE but not Gnome or vice versa), and video problems abound.
It seems that for the most part these guys just copy what's already available in x86 land. I'm no programmer, so maybe I'm just misinformed. But would it REALLY be that hard to write a bit of code to enable the Airport card during the install? After all, there is only ONE card you need to support, Apple's! Instead, every PPC linux makes you dig up a how-to, type some command line mumbo jumbo, sacrifice a chicken, etc. I never could get it working.
Linux is becoming increasingly irrelevant. People just want solutions. They don't care if it's Linux or FreeBSD or MacOS X. They just want a stable OS with stable VM (ie FreeBSD VM) and interoperable networking (ie BSD networking stack) and a freely available (not GPL restriction passing itself off as free) central (not scattered patches left and right) source code. It's high time we spread the word that BSD is everything that Linux wants to be and we should stop wasting time and energy on Linux.
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I would put put gentoo/PPC on it, since:
a. gentoo is 100% free
b. gentoo offers the best package manager ive ever used (and yes, i have used both debian and slack).
c. gentoos package crew are cowboys, the give you the lates and greates of everything. Fast, gnome2 is for example allready available in the portage tree.
d. gentoos community is the most helpfull crowd ive ever stumbled over, there are allways tons of help to get if u need it @ #gentoo on openproject.Theres allways a ton of people in there, even the creator finds time to hang out there in a regular basic. Forget paying for support, the support you will get from the community will probertly be better than any support you would get for money.
I could go on and on, gentoo rocks(best disto out there in my opp). And they have a PPC build, soo go for it. No need to waste hard earned money.
Does the Yellow Dog wear a Red Hat?
RedHat 7.4 is also out. Download your ISOs here
Hey, kid... wanna touch my "kernel patch"?
-- Alan Cox
Debian is "the one true Linux" and it runs just fine on my ibook. Anyone who is in the market for an easy to install and use Unix like system on a Mac will most probably go with OS X. I don't see what the selling point of a "Mac only" distribution is these days. Did I mention I thought Debian was great.
At the risk of sounding like marketdroid, I'll tell you why it makes sense to have a "Mac Only" distro without understanding PowerPCs. The Terra Soft site says, "Terra Soft's integrated PowerPC solutions take advantage of the low power consumption and high performance of the IBM and Motorola PowerPC chips. When the Motorola's AltiVec(TM) unit (Apple's "Velocity Engine(TM)") is engaged --the result may be performance well beyond the CPU's given speed rating."
Now that I've sung the praises of the Yellow Dog Linux Team, I'll furter quell your silly attempt to start a Debian flame war by your mirage post. You might mention WHY Debian is as great as it is. Little things like:
Radically decentralized distribution. Debian mirrors can be found everywhere and the package system assures quality of the packages.
Ease of install and upgrade. The Debian PowerPC istall can be found here. i386 install of Debian is easier than most Linux installs, though it may take longer. The power PC might be a little more difficult, I've never done it. Upgrade by command line "apt-get update" and "apt-get upgrade" is the easiest upgrade I've ever seen.
Trust. The overriding GNU philosopy of Debian makes all of the above possible and garuntees that Debian will remain free and easy.
So Alec, what's a dude like you posting biggoted looking stuff like this for? Despite your earlier NT horror, you look like you might know better. Is there any reason you put Chinese characters on your proported home page? What's all those references to Death about? Do you really own a power book? Have you ever really installed any kind of Linux? Are your still using NT?
DMCA, Hollings, Palladium. What might have sounded like paranoia is now common sense.
We have a B&W G3 at 400mhz and home, and as long as you use 10.1.5 it runs quite fine, imho. Also make sure it has 512 ram.
I guess the Rev A. is a bit slower though...
Compared to what?
I have a B&W 400 at home, and that is only 50mhz faster... It is certainly acceptable, and the gui isn't any slower than X is on the k6-2 500 downstairs...
Of course, use 10.1.5, it seems much faster on the ATI cards.
Yellow Dog Linux is also Free (as in Beer). Just like everyone else, they don't exactly make it easy for you to download the free ISO versions. You can FTP into ftp.yellowdoglinux.com anonymously. They don't have the ISO's up for the new version, but Pomona (2.1) and Rome (2.2) are there, and you can download all the new packages for 2.3.
What I like about Yellow Dog Linux? Unlike other Linux companies, Terrasoft is actually expanding the scope of Linux by offering practical solutions built around the dynamite combination of PowerPC processors and Linux. I could shill all day about the Yellow briQ Node and the Black Lab Clustering distribution, but it just would'nt be dignified. They've also got a kickass 2U rackmount dual PPC Linux based server, which offers a wonderful alternative to Apples XServe.
AFAIC, YDL deserves my $30, and non-linux types would be well served by the supported $60 version (better than Micro$hafts support). Like our friends Google, they're actually bringing legitimacy to linux, and helping push it into the public.
I just installed YDL 2.2 (I'm pissed, I would've waited for 2.3, but no bother) on a G3 550 PowerPC to use as a Scoop web server. I am utterly impressed by it's flexibility and stablity, and flabbergasted at how well it runs compared to my RedHat Linux 7.3 on an AMD Athlon 1700+ (with twice the ram).
In my experience, any distribution is touchy on a laptop, and I personally had nightmares putting SUSE, RedHat, Caldera, and BSD on a Sony PCG-F580. Finally, I just put WindowsXP on there, figuring either way it was destined to be crippled : )
I wanna see the results! Can I watch, huh, pleeeze, can I?
Try running OSX on a PowerPC 7100, or a 6116CD. YDL will run swimmingly as a straight server, and is competitive to MacOS 8.6 (the last truly stable MacOS) while offering a helluva lot more features.
OSX is bloated, but not overly so. Wait for the G5 processors to appear.
Okay, all you trolls complaining about Terrasoft charging for linux need to log on to ftp.yellowdoglinux.com where you'll find ISO's for 2.1 and 2.2 avialable for download, as well as all the new packages for 2.3.
Moreover, YDL isn't doing anything anyone else isn't doing. Charging for support and distribution. I'd pay $30 for the shirt it comes with.
You should alse look at what else YDL is doing to further Linux: The Yellow briQ Node, Black Lab clustering server, and a 2U rack mounted server that makes X-Serve look bloated.
These guys rocs like google does.
The anonymous coward makes a point. He should be rewarded.
OTOH, Linux is not a waste of time. Nobody would know about BSD and Unix but for linux today.
Actually I am not against look-n-feel, when it's not a goal, when it just helps, rather than disturbs.
Less is more !
Maybe a stupid question, but can the kernel modules be submitted to linus for mainstream integration?
Linux helps you to understand the system architecture, network protocols and even programming concepts. In a lot of cases of Linux usage scenario you don't have to program or administrate your system by yourself. But the good news that such chance is not hidden from you - it's around the korner.
Try to think about it (if you are still capable to think). Do you want to live the life of "professional mouse clicker"?
Less is more !
When are Purple Cat and Green Horse Linux going to release their next versions?
And will they include XFree86 6.6.6 and kernel 11.9.01?
I don't personally use ... Office, but it's nice to have when I working with others.
So why not use OpenOffice on Linux?
My only real complaint about Linux is that there is no standardization of user interfaces as there is with MacOS. It's pretty sad when cut and paste doesn't even work right...
Find free books.
It is the intellectual freedom -- sharing of code and ideas -- that distinguishes Linux, etc., from closed source software. Derisive comments, aired in public, claiming that for-profit companies have an obigation to "give it away" serve only to strengthen the image that Linux is a niche player that only merits attention from adolescent geeks who are too cheap/too poor to be of any interest as a market.
And, what is it with all this "we" stuff? What community? Just because I run Linux doesn't make me a memeber of a "Linux community" any more than owning a Volkswagen makes me a member of a "Volkswagen community". This "community" business smacks of people who paint their faces anf go to football games. Get a life and make your own decisions.
-- Slashdot: When Public Access TV Says "No"
--I have a trusty PB1400. currentlyrunning classic 8.1 I hear tales that 8.6 is 'the best" for this box, but then again, linux is cool, but then again, *most* linux ppc won't run on this box. S-o-o-o, anyone here ever try any linux on this machine? How does it compare with classic? classic has always been faithful and stable to me, a few minor glitches over the years, and nothin that zap the pram and rebuild desktop didn't fix.
Believe it or not, I'm not a soapdodging open source hippie. I couldn't give a shit if it's open or not. I should have known some anti-open-source wanker like you would jump on my saying " proprietary". I wasn't complaining that it was proprietary. Just using the term to refer to it.
They are using BSD as a reference. Whee. That happens everywhere. IT doesn't have the feature set of fbsd, though, does it.. it's more restrictive than that.
The point was, just because apple has a neat desktop doesn't make it 'the best unix ever'.