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Snort Creator Makes Good

Anonymous Coward writes: "Robin Miller, aka Roblimo, has written a great analysis of one of the first Open Source companies to be profitable before their IPO, Sourcefire! In this 'local boy makes good', we read about Team Fortress-playing programmer Marty Roesch, who writes Snort to beat his online gaming addiction. Now Snort is one of the most successful Intrusion Detection Systems out there and Marty's start-up is going gangbusters. Robin explains how Marty's company started in his basement (like Apple's garage), got profitable, then got venture capital in a time when everyone swears there is no venture. Marty even offers jobs at Sourcefire for the Slashdot crowd, 'Linux zealots, Open Source gurus, self-starters who are self motivating so I can just turn them loose...'"

288 comments

  1. First Post by L0rdkariya · · Score: -1

    for Donkeyhote.

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    1. Re:First Post by News+For+Turds · · Score: -1
      oh hellZ yeah.

      monkey boy is teh sux tho

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    2. Re:First Post by L0rdkariya · · Score: -1

      monkey boy = cyborg monkey ?

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  2. FP? by Sexual+Asspussy · · Score: -1

    strange.

    very strange indeed.

    props to all dead jews

  3. FP by Anonymous Coward · · Score: -1, Troll

    CLIT SUCKS!!!

  4. WARNING: GOATSE LINK by Anonymous Coward · · Score: -1, Troll

    Don't click on that link!!! It's actually a goat mirror!

    1. Re:WARNING: GOATSE LINK by FooBarney · · Score: -1, Offtopic

      That's not a goat mirror!

      This is a goat mirror!

      -foob

  5. Suck it by Guns+n'+Roses+Troll · · Score: -1

    I work with the stupidest man alive. His last name is Sloan and I hope someone pushes a button and he disappears. He can't do anything correctly, if he even tries to do any work at all. He can't be fired because he's marrying another person who works here and it would be an awkward situation. I can only hope a truck runs him over.

    1. Re:Suck it by L0rdkariya · · Score: -1

      Put a hit on him.

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  6. Careers? by cp4 · · Score: 5, Informative

    Clicked on Careers and don't see anything for Linux zealots...

    Technical Writer and Marketing Manager don't quite fit the bill.

    Am I looking in the wrong place?

    1. Re:Careers? by Anonymous Coward · · Score: -1, Flamebait

      It's open source, so you work for free, dumbass!

    2. Re:Careers? by carlos_benj · · Score: 1

      Clicked on Careers and don't see anything for Linux zealots...

      Technical Writer and Marketing Manager don't quite fit the bill.


      Hmmm. I take it you've never been in marketing....

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    3. Re:Careers? by IXI · · Score: 0

      Ouch! That's so stupid, it hurts!

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    4. Re:Careers? by Anonymous Coward · · Score: 0

      If it is Open Source, and he wants self starters, why wouldn't these self starters just take his Open Source, and start themselves right into their own business?

      Obviously he is only selling service and support. I can sell service and support myself. Cut out my own niche, sell it cheaper than him, and garuntee it is just as good as his big company (since it is the same code).

      Some people just don't get it.

    5. Re:Careers? by norweigiantroll · · Score: 0, Troll

      How the heck did that get moderated 'Informative'? Troll, flamebait or at least funny would be better.

    6. Re:Careers? by Anonymous Coward · · Score: 0

      I found that post very informative.

      I find yours hurtful. I hope you get modded down.

    7. Re:Careers? by Anonymous Coward · · Score: 0

      Linux Zealot is a trademark of adequacy.org

    8. Re:Careers? by Hast · · Score: 2, Interesting

      If you're interested in a job why don't you just fire off a mail to them? It's not too uncommon these days (with the market a bit down) for companys to hire because they have heard of you before.

      They said they wanted forward people after all, contacting them before they ask you too is rather forward. (Just don't be pushy about it, just ask them to add your CV to their pile.)

      You could also do as someone said and download the source and start poking around. (And the two are not mutually exclusive, of course.)

    9. Re:Careers? by Anonymous Coward · · Score: 0

      read the article...he's not just offering support.

    10. Re:Careers? by Anonymous Coward · · Score: 0

      If you find the first post informative you should better have a look at "Free Software".
      That's really informative.

    11. Re:Careers? by Anonymous Coward · · Score: 0

      > How the heck did that get moderated 'Informative'? Troll, flamebait or at least funny would be better.

      How the heck did that get moderated 'Troll'? Seem to be some very biased people modding today.

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  8. Misread the headline... by Anonymous Coward · · Score: 5, Funny

    ...and thought it was "Snort Creator Makes God".

    I was like, whoa, cool...

    1. Re:Misread the headline... by Anonymous Coward · · Score: 0

      I was like, whoa, cool...

      Thank you, Keanu

    2. Re:Misread the headline... by Anonymous Coward · · Score: 0

      Dude, you're totally welcome.

    3. Re:Misread the headline... by Anonymous Coward · · Score: 0

      I thought it said "Snot Creator Makes Gourd".

  9. Snort Slashdotted. by MisterBlister · · Score: 5, Funny

    Can it still detect intrusions when its being hit by an infinite number of open source monkeys?

    1. Re:Snort Slashdotted. by Drunken+Coward · · Score: 0

      I suspect that was the intention and Roesch probably solicited Roblimo about the article. I little bit of free stress testing is a good thing, and I can't imagine anyone would be serious when they say they'll hire "linux zealots". It would get a much more favorable reaction to call them gurus rather than zealots, though those two terms are not necessarily interchangable.

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    2. Re:Snort Slashdotted. by Col.+Panic · · Score: 3, Informative

      Just in case you were somewhat serious, yes! You can use a load balancer and tap even 1 Gb traffic.

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  11. Snort Creator by Anonymous Coward · · Score: 0

    So is he some kind of drug dealer?

  12. Can't wait till.... by jsimon12 · · Score: 0, Flamebait

    Should be intersting to see how long it will take for them to patent things and start sueing, or start sueing for trademarks, or conversly get sued for the like. Its the Internet effect.

    1. Re:Can't wait till.... by Shoten · · Score: 2

      What are they going to patent? Snort is open-source. That's not just a catchphrase, it's a legally solid concept. And they don't make money off the technology, they make it off the implementation of it, and the support of it. Things like service and support contracts and Snort appliances.

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    2. Re:Can't wait till.... by jsimon12 · · Score: 2

      Hey, so far we have seen http and a bunch of other wild things patented, all I am saying is it seems when people "go corporate" they do exactly that and start beliving their own PR and listening to the lawyers and such. Hopefully that won't happen in this case, snort is solid opensource goods, but you never know.

    3. Re:Can't wait till.... by Anonymous Coward · · Score: 0

      http is patented? Link please.

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  14. great! by Arminius · · Score: 3, Interesting

    It's good to see people who are making a difference in the open source world and not just criticize it!

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    1. Re:great! by MyHair · · Score: 1
      It's good to see people who are making a difference in the open source world and not just criticize it!
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      Your sig changes the whole mood of your post. Funny, though!

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  16. Thank You! by DonkeyHote · · Score: -1

    I accept this FP in my name, this is indeed a great honor and one I won't soon forget. I would like to thank the Trolling Community!

    Remember the faceless trolls that have waged war in the name of a better tomorrow! I dedicate this great honor in thier names!

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  19. Snort?? by Myshkin · · Score: 5, Funny

    With a name like snort he is probably making a bunch of money off of people who think they're buying some cocaine.

    1. Re:Snort?? by MyHair · · Score: 1

      Especially since he's not just selling Snort; he's selling the experience: Sourcefire powered by Snort!

    2. Re:Snort?? by construct · · Score: 1

      and to top it off you could analyze its logs with ACID.

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  21. I'm back by GafTheHorseInTears · · Score: -1, Offtopic

    Did I miss anything?

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    1. Re:I'm back by L0rdkariya · · Score: -1

      Lame articles, good trolling, CmdrTaco Writing "the Two Towers" as "the Who Towers"... ACs are still totally fucking gay in case you were wondering.

      Typing game if you're bored

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    2. Re:I'm back by on+by · · Score: -1

      Yup. (Just seeing if I can still post...)

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  23. And also useful... by User+956 · · Score: 5, Informative

    I'm sure some of you would prefer the Windows version of Snort, put together by Silicon defense.

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    1. Re:And also useful... by carlos_benj · · Score: 5, Funny

      I'm sure some of you would prefer the Windows version of Snort

      Would that be 'blow'?

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    2. Re:And also useful... by Anonymous Coward · · Score: 0
      Would that be 'blow'?

      No, that would suck

      ha, ha

    3. Re:And also useful... by div_2n · · Score: 1

      No, that would be "suck"

    4. Re:And also useful... by div_2n · · Score: 1

      And it is only after I submit that I see Mr. A. Nonymous beat me to the punch on that one.

  24. TeamFortress? by Telastyn · · Score: 0, Offtopic

    Isn't that QuakeTF not HalfLife TF, which is a horrible conversion and not anywhere near the greatness of the original?

  25. Open Source =! Secure by DonkeyHote · · Score: -1

    Use Microsoft products! Do YOUR part to fight Terrorism!

  26. Good luck. by saintlupus · · Score: 5, Funny

    Linux zealots, Open Source gurus, self-starters who are self motivating so I can just turn them loose...

    ...are actually off doing something interesting, rather than spending their time fucking about on Slashdot.

    --saint

    1. Re:Good luck. by nemski · · Score: 1

      You tell 'em, uh, I'm not really here either.

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    2. Re:Good luck. by autocracy · · Score: 0, Flamebait

      Well, you're still here... I'm just showing up to post this and then go back to my servers...

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    3. Re:Good luck. by MMMMMMMMMMMMMMMMMMMM · · Score: -1

      Do you know who I am? I'm too self important to read slashdot. I have better things to do, I'm busy eating ice cream.

    4. Re:Good luck. by t3chmonkey · · Score: 1

      As in James Ellroy? I gotta know.

    5. Re:Good luck. by nemski · · Score: 1

      First off, a thousand sincere apologies to you, your family and friends. I regret any doubt that I may have cast on your knowledge and humor. I am also very sorry that my lame attempt at humor fell so short --- I thought that you might have gotten the irony. But alas, I misfired. A lesson learned. By the way what does SIG: HUD mean? tia

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  27. And Who are You? by DonkeyHote · · Score: -1

    Who are you to stand up and say that?

    I don't see you making any positive contributions to the open source community.

    You should shut your mouth until you understand what the hell is going on, otherwise you'll look like an idiot.

  28. Sourcefire \.'ed by unformed · · Score: 3, Interesting

    Not really surprised...you had to state that he's offering jobs, didn't you?

    1. Re:Sourcefire \.'ed by Midnight+Thunder · · Score: 1
      Not really surprised...you had to state that he's offering jobs, didn't you?

      Maybe he is going withdraw that offer, since the /. crowd /.ed him.

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  31. In the Clutches of Project Faustus by pwpbot · · Score: -1

    Project Faustus My programming had attuned itself to their foul presence too late Now I was a prisoner of the very thing I had sworn to destroy I had envisioned breaking through the Projects network by a combination of CONSCIOUSNESSTRANSFER and my deceitful imitation of human protocolit seems that this vision would not merge with reality Cora was never out of my immediate memory She had disappeared apparently leaving me without a care I attempted to calculate her intentions but my functions kept returning conflicting informationI could draw no conclusion I observed my captors searching for clues of their intentions The vehicle slowed as the shadow of a massive building stretched over us Manipulating my head towards the cars window I could perceive the dimensions of a large threedimensional rectangle the standard shape for large human dwellings Yet something about this particular edifice seemed quite particulareven familiar What have we got here said a voice outside the car Security clearance 4 were taking him downstairs replied the driver The vehicle snaked downward A command surfaced from deep within my digital recesses CLOSE YOUR EYES I disabled my visual input mechanisms as the vehicle snaked downward My spatial perceptions reported the slow angled descent of a corkscrew Somehow I knew each slight turn and brake of this pathbut how The memory would play across my CONSCIOUSNESSBUFFER but it was missing proper referencesperhaps isolated from the rest of my being The host geeks brain churned as I utilized his synapses Were these familiarities a part of my past Had they strayed from the host geeks memories Perhaps they were other memoriesabsorbed from someone elseThe vehicle stopped The host geeks skin contracted in response to the temperaturemuch colder than the San Antonio summer happening far above The cold merged with the taste of stale air and the panaromic grey of the parking garage The blueclad men nudged me into an elevator without a sound They pushed me into a white room without windows and shut the door saying nothing I sat on the chair in the middle of the room for some time I cycled idly attempting to probe through my consciousness and determine where the memories of this place had come from Suddenly the door opened To my horror Dr Salchica entered flanked by two silent men in suits At that moment I wished to touch Dr Salchicabut not in the way I had been touched by Cora No I wished to push or press himsomething The men must have noticed my feeling as they fastened their arms around me spinning the chair even closer to Salchica They finally caught up to you did they said Dr Salchica I guess the threat is over You are a member of Project Faustus My host geeks knowledge of you was incomplete The two men fastened their arms to me moreI struggled Im not really a member of the Project But you told me about themand I knew that they were the only way to stop you I called one of my old Army buddies he called somebodyand I was put in touch with them Project Faustus is dedicated to enslaving humanity I replied Despite being a very sophisticated artificial beingyoure still very wrong said Salchica Since I turned you in I have been given access to their archives Wonderful wonderful knowledge From a purely academic standpoint this stuff is fascinating Youll get sick of it soon enough a voice I knew It reverberated through the empty roomanother isolated memory Confusion taxed my processes Hello said the voice and I saw the man who spoke it His face was etched with lines that reached almost to the top of his bald head a perfect oval The only hair I could detect was two right angles of whiteness intersecting on his nasallabial trough His dress was less formal than the othersa multicolored buttondown shirt blue jeans and a belt with a large shiny oval in the middle Names Bubba Finn I reckon I worked on most of the code that makes you up The heavy inflections of his voice suggested a regional accentafter a moment I realized the man was speaking to me His shoulders and his mouth both took parabolic shapes like inverted Us Grey eyes stared at particulate matter on the floor as he began to speak again We gotta put ya back in the computer see what youve been upta and such Finn indicated a piece of the wall which whirred as it revealed a computer terminal I felt the solidifying feeling of my digital consciousness being dragged together from its weblike perch in my host geeks brain Bubba you will let me examine him along with you Nolverto Salchicas tone was jovial and cajoling I didnt get much of a chance to do tests on him before and Nope Gunna work on im alone mumbledrawled Finn Boss gets the human kid I get the ATM Well your background is neurology primarily is it not Finn You dont really know how to program in any modern languages do you Ive got that expertise And besides if Guy were alive I think hed I could almost hear Finns eyes blink with disbelief You didnt know shit about Guy bristled Finn Then looking back at the floor he mumbled apologetically I guess no one didFinns voice echoed for 03242901 seconds and then I perceived a plastic clicking noisethe nothingness spilled back into my CONSCIOUSNESSBUFFER I was back in the electronic ether I was inside Project Faustus

  32. TF is a haven for 'Net Terrorists by DonkeyHote · · Score: -1

    Many of the 9/11 attackers regularly met on QuakeTF servers in order to plot thier horrible attacks.
    Details Here: 911attacks.com

    The snort creator has also been linked to the 9/11 tragedy, his company funding and providing jobs for the terrorists while in the U.S.
    Details Here: NewsWeek

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  34. But will he remain profitable? by jschrod · · Score: 4, Interesting
    The point is not if he is profitable, but if he will remain to be so after venture capital and the associated demands came into his company. I hope that this guy did a very thorough cost-benefit analysis before he took the money.

    Venture capitalists are not in for the long run, they want to capitalize their investments in the mid term. Quite some companies went bankrupt or got in difficulties after external money and the demand for quick market grab came in and drove solid growth strategy out. Look at SuSE for an example from the Linux world.

    Disclaimer: I'm owner and CEO of a (privately held, incorporated) company. We still make profits, even in this harsh market, because we didn't join the hype train, but brought solid add-on value to our customers. I wish Marty Roesch luck in choosing his business strategy...

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    1. Re:But will he remain profitable? by carlos_benj · · Score: 1

      Given the current heightened security awareness I'm sure the timing for this is just right. Still, the VC money is a gamble. Will they be able to grow the company quick enough to be ready when the vultures start wanting to see the ROI payoff?

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    2. Re:But will he remain profitable? by Anonymous Coward · · Score: 0

      Having read the full article, and being local to their shnazzy offices *note to self: make good on promise to send him my resume...*
      He's been profitable since their first sale. He's playing the money the same way I would: be cheap, obsessively cheap. If you don't need something, and can't reason the necessity to purchase something, then DON'T BUY IT.
      IT companies don't need $1k+ chairs, $1500 desks and $30k computers on everyone's desks....seriously.

      Oh, and considering he's getting sales for 6 figures worth of his stuff, I think he's doing alright for himself.

      Disclaimer:
      I'm currently employed by a mid-sized privately held company that's profitable during this downturn as well. :P

    3. Re:But will he remain profitable? by monkeydo · · Score: 2

      I wish him luck. VC's don't like cheap. I have no idea how much of their money he took, but investors don't expect you to sit on the cash they give you earning interest in your savings account while you only buy what you *need*. The VC's are giving you money to spend, and if you're stockpiling it they'll complain that you aren't growing fast enough. If you don't have an immediate need for a bunch of cash, you probably shouldn't take it. No, companies don't *need* $1,000 chairs, but they also don't necesarrily *need* VC dollars.

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    4. Re:But will he remain profitable? by littleRedFriend · · Score: 1

      Their exit strategy is probably to sell the company to a bigger competitor or a big iron vendor, like Sun or HP, in a couple of years. These don't only buy companies for profits, but also for technology expertise (people) and customer base.

      I'm sure we'll see an enhanced version of Snort for a proprietary *nix OS some day.
      He'll be rich and have all the time of the world to play games and drink beer with Zealots.

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    5. Re:But will he remain profitable? by Hast · · Score: 1
      Reading the article would let you read amongst other things this:
      In a twist that would have been considered insane only a few years ago, Marty, his new CEO, and their venture capital backers have decided to wait until they have ramped up sales enough to cover the company's newly-increased expenses before they ramp up hiring.

      VS's are in it for the money, but they make more money if they let the company grow at a non-destructive rate.
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  36. yup by News+For+Turds · · Score: -1

    Hewlett-Packard Install Network Printer Wizard
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    9. IPX Port Monitor and Data Corruption
    10. Printer Names
    11. Printer Share Name
    12. Error Messages
    13. Known Problems Installing HP Printer Drivers Under Windows 95/98
    14. Known Problems Installing HP Printer Drivers Under Windows NT 4.0

    1. Overview
    This Read Me file contains last-minute product information for the Hewlett-Packard
    Install Network Printer wizard for Windows 95/ 98 and Windows NT.

    2. DHCP
    If you try to change just the subnet mask on an HP JetDirect print server that has
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    Install Network Printer wizard. Once a JetDirect print server has been manually
    configured, it will store the IP address, subnet mask and default gateway statically
    instead of trying to obtain them dynamically. Allowing a static change only to the
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    3. DNS
    In a DNS environment, the Hewlett-Packard Install Network Printer wizard will
    automatically set up the port with the host name rather than the IP address. If you have
    a DNS environment that allows Host lookup by IP, but not the reverse lookup, the printer
    will never print a page. We consider this environment to be an invalid DNS environment.
    To fix the port without changing the DNS environment, view Properties for the printer.
    Select the ports tab. Select the port that is in use for that printer. Click Configure
    Port. Change the host name to the correct IP address.

    4. IP Address Support
    Hewlett-Packard Install Network Printer Wizard do not support class D IP address. Class D IP
    addresses are those addresses with the form of 224.xx.yy.zz

    All addresses of the form 127.xx.yy.zz are reserved for loopback testing. They are not valid IP
    to be used to configure device on the network.

    5. Suggest IP Address (Autonet)
    The algorithm for obtaining the IP address for the "Suggest Settings..." button is
    derived from the Internet Draft DHC-IPV4-AUTOCONFIG by R. Troll entitled "Automatically
    Choosing an IP Address in an Ad-Hoc IPv4 Network". The algorithm for generating the IP
    address is to randomly generate an address in the 169.254.x.x reserved address range,
    then determine if it is in use on the network. If it is in use, generate another address
    in the range. Repeat until an address is generated that is not in use. The resulting
    address is not intended for use on the Internet. Microsoft uses a similar scheme for
    determining an IP address on Windows 98 and Windows 2000 when the system is in an environment
    that doesn't have a DHCP or bootp server, and the system is configured to dynamically
    determine and IP address.

    6. NetWare Support
    a. Supported Versions
    The supported versions of NetWare are: 3.11, 3.12, 3.2, 4.11, 4.2. For Novell
    queue creation, you must be logged into a Novell bindery or NDS server using a Novell
    supplied client requester. See www.novell.com for client updates.
    b. NDS Multiple Tree Support
    The Hewlett-Packard Install Network Printer wizard only provides support for the NDS
    tree the user is currently logged into. If a different tree is desired you must quit
    the application, change your login to the desired tree and rerun the application.
    c. NetWare 5.0 Support
    If NetWare 5 is configured for IPX, and an IPX connection is being used on the client,
    the Hewlett-Packard Install Network Printer Wizard can be used to create an NDS print
    queue. If NetWare 5 is configured for TCP/IP and a TCP/IP connection is being used on
    the client, the Hewlett-Packard Install Network Printer wizard can be used to create
    an IP print path. If the client on which the application is being run has an IPX
    connection to the NetWare 5 server, and the client is logged in, an NDS queue server
    print path will be recommended. If IPX is not in use but TCP/IP is, a TCP/IP print
    path will be recommended. In order to create NDS queues, an IPX connection with a
    login must be present.
    d. No Novell Print Path
    The Hewlett-Packard Install Network Printer wizard relies upon several DLLs that ship
    with the Novell Client for 95 and NT. The application will look for these DLLs and
    the associated entry points within them. If any of the necessary DLLs are missing,
    or if they do not have the needed entry points (perhaps an old version), a Novell
    print path will not be available although other supported print paths will be. If a
    Novell print path is not available when you think one should be, try upgrading your
    Novell client software to a newer version.

    e. No NDS volumes shown in NetWare 4.11
    There is a known problem reading the list of available NDS volumes in NetWare 4.11 with
    service pack prior to version 7. This problem has been seen in cases were the user
    logs into an NDS context that is at a lower level than the available volumes. The solution
    is to install the NetWare 4 Support Pack 7 or upgrade to NetWare 4.2.

    f. Support for NDS localities
    The Hewlett-Packard Install Network Printer Wizard cannot recognize localities in the
    NDS context.

    7. Device Discovery
    a. Gateway
    Discovery performance will be very slow if your client PC does not have a gateway
    configured. To configure a gateway, choose "Network" in the Control Panel, and then
    look at Properties for the TCP/IP protocol. An input should appear for entering a
    gateway address. See the online help for a more information on TCP/IP and gateways.
    b. Multi-homed Machines
    Multi-homed machines are not supported. In a multi-homed machine, it is not possible
    to distinguish between multiple devices with the same IP address. A multi-homed
    machine is a computer with more than one network connection. It is possible for two
    or more devices on different networks to have the same IP address. A multi-homed
    machine would see both devices and there would be no guarantee that you are
    configuring the correct device. In this case, either disable all but the correct
    network card, or configure the HP JetDirect print server from another PC that is on
    the correct network and has only one network card. This problem may also occur on
    PCs that contains both a network card and a dial-up adapter.
    c. 0.0.0.0 IP Addresses
    Assuming that an IP address is not assigned, a JetDirect-connected printer will have
    an IP address of "0.0.0.0" for approximately 2 minutes after a factory reset. After
    2 minutes the IP address will automatically be assigned "192.0.0.192". Attempts to
    configure a "0.0.0.0" device through an IP print path will fail. You must wait until
    the HP JetDirect device has a non-zero IP address before attempting to configure it.
    d. Class A Subnet Masks
    If the machine running the Hewlett-Packard Install Network Printer wizard has an IP
    subnet mask of "255.0.0.0" (which is known as a "Class A" subnet mask), device
    discovery will suffer a significant performance degradation. To improve discovery
    performance you must change your subnet mask to a non-Class A subnet mask.

    8. Driver Support
    a. License Support
    Some drivers require the acceptance of a license. When installing a driver, if a
    dialog appears that requests acceptance of a license, you must approve the license
    before the application will continue. Failure to approve the license will result in
    the application hanging.
    b. Have Disk Support
    To support new printers or drivers, the "Have Disk" button can be utilized during
    driver installation. For the "Have Disk" functionality to work, the media must
    contain an "inf" file (e.g. filename.inf). Some driver updates available on the
    World Wide Web are in the form of self-extracting archives and are not in a format
    that "Have Disk" can utilize. In this case, install the driver before running the
    Hewlett-Packard Install Network Printer wizard.
    c. HP Driver Updates
    Hewlett-Packard driver updates can be found on the World Wide Web at:
    www.hp.com/go/support
    NOTE: This URL is subject to change.

    9. IPX Port Monitor and Data Corruption
    Some printers may experience data corruption when used with the Hewlett-Packard IPX
    Port monitor under Windows NT. These errors may be corrected either by installing an
    appropriate hot fix for NT or by installing Service Pack 4 from Microsoft.

    10. Printer Names
    When naming a printer within the Hewlett-Packard Install Network Printer wizard you
    must enter a name in English that conforms to the Microsoft Printer Naming rules
    (i.e. what would be accepted in the Microsoft Add Printer wizard). If a localized name
    is required, assign the printer name in English and finish the install. Then open the
    printer folder from the Control Panel and select the desired printer. Select "Rename"
    from the File menu and rename the printer with a localized name.

    11. Printer Share Name
    Spaces are not allowed for naming printer shared name.

    12. Error Messages
    Error writing to for : The system cannot write to the specified file.

    This error message may appear when attempting to print a test page or during regular
    use. It usually means the printer is out of paper or unavailable. Check the printer
    and make sure it is plugged in, has paper, etc. If you were running the Hewlett-Packard
    Install Network Printer wizard when this occurred, there is no need to rerun the
    application. Simply locate the printer in the printer folder and right mouse click on
    it. Choose "Properties" and select to print a test page. If you have corrected the
    error condition, a test page should now print.

    Driver cannot install. Must run printer's setup program.

    When installing certain HP printers (see tables below under #11 and #12), the Hewlett-Packard
    Install Network Printer wizard may not be able to install the driver. You will receive an
    error message stating that you need to run the printer's setup program. The Hewlett-Packard
    Install Network Printer wizard may create the printer in the printer's folder despite this error.
    The installed printer will not function properly. After the wizard exits, run the setup
    program that comes with the printer. You may have to identify the printer as existing on a
    local port such as LPT1. Install the printer using this setup program. Now delete both
    printers from the printer folder (the printer created by the HP wizard and the printer created
    by the printer's setup program). Run the HP wizard a second time. This time choose existing
    drivers. You will see two similar printer strings. One will be from the first HP wizard
    install and one from the printer's setup install. Choose one. If the wizard exists
    successfully you chose the proper driver. If the installation fails, rerun the wizard and
    this time choose the other driver. Finally, check to make sure the printer created is the
    default printer. This can be accomplished by right mouse clicking on the printer in the
    printer's folder and seeing if "Set As Default" is checked.

    13. Known Problems Installing HP Printer Drivers Under Windows 95/98
    Some HP printer drivers do not install correctly using the printer .INF file and the
    "Have Disk..." option. These drivers and the behaviors that they exhibit are listed
    below, along with directions to install these drivers properly.

    Printer Model: HP LaserJet 8100
    Behavior: PCL 6 driver will not install. The user will receive a "Spool 32" error.
    Solution:
    1. Run the file Setup.exe that came with the printer driver to install the driver.
    2. Run the "Install Network Printer Wizard" to install the printer with the PCL 6 driver.

    Printer Model: HP LaserJet 8000
    Behavior: PCL 6 driver will not install. The user will receive a "Spool 32" error.
    Solution:
    1. Run the file Setup.exe that came with the printer driver to install the driver.
    2. Run the "Install Network Printer Wizard" to install the printer with the PCL 6 driver.

    Printer Model: HP Mopier 320
    Behavior: PCL 6 driver will not install. The user will receive an error message telling them
    to run the setup program that came with this printer, and then to run the printer
    installer again.
    Solution:
    1. Run the file Setup.exe that came with the printer driver to install the driver.
    2. Run the "Install Network Printer Wizard" to install the printer with the PCL 6 driver.

    Printer Model: HP LaserJet 4050
    Behavior: PCL 5e driver will not install. The user will receive an error message telling them
    to run the setup program that came with this printer, and then to run the printer
    installer again.
    Solution:
    1. Run the file Setup.exe that came with the printer driver to install the driver.
    2. Run the "Install Network Printer Wizard" to install the printer with the PCL 5e driver.

    Printer Model: HP Color LaserJet 4500
    Behavior: Postscript driver will not install. The user will receive an error message telling
    them to run the setup program that came with this printer, and then to run the
    printer installer again.
    Solution:
    1. Run the file Setup.exe that came with the printer driver to install the driver.
    2. Run the "Install Network Printer Wizard" to install the printer with the Postscript
    driver.

    Printer Model: HP DeskJet 2500C
    Behavior: The DeskJet 2500C driver will not install. The user will receive an error message
    telling them to run the setup program that came with this printer, and then to run
    the printer installer again.
    Solution:
    1. Run the file Setup.exe that came with the printer driver to install the driver.
    2. Run the "Install Network Printer Wizard" to install the printer with the driver.

    Printer Model: HP LaserJet 5M
    Behavior: The following drivers will not install properly: PCL Standard, PCL Enhanced,
    Postscript. The user will receive an error message telling them to run the setup
    program that came with this printer, and then to run the printer installer again.
    Solution:
    The drivers for the HP LaserJet 5M can not be installed with the "Install Network
    Printer Wizard." Please use JetAdmin or Web JetAdmin to install this printer and drivers.

    Printer Model: HP Color LaserJet
    Behavior: The following drivers will not install properly: HP Color LaserJet, HP Color LaserJet
    5/5M (CLJ5FR), HP Color LaserJet 5/5M (HP). The user will receive an error message
    telling them to run the setup program that came with this printer, and then to run
    the printer installer again.
    Solution:
    1. Run the file Setup.exe that came with the printer driver to install the driver.
    2. Run the "Install Network Printer Wizard" to install the printer with the driver.

    Printer Model: HP Color LaserJet 5
    Behavior: The following drivers will not install properly: HP Color LaserJet, HP Color LaserJet
    5/5M (CLJ5FR), HP Color LaserJet 5/5M (HP), HP Color LaserJet 5/5M Postscript. The
    user will receive an error message telling them to run the setup program that came
    with this printer, and then to run the printer installer again.
    Solution:
    1. Run the file Setup.exe that came with the printer driver to install the driver.
    2. Run the "Install Network Printer Wizard" to install the printer with the driver.

    Printer Model: HP LaserJet 6P
    Behavior: The following drivers will not install properly: PCL Standard, PCL Enhanced,
    Postscript. The user will receive an error message telling them to run the setup
    program that came with this printer, and then to run the printer installer again.
    Solution:
    1. Run the file Setup.exe that came with the printer driver to install the driver.
    2. Run the "Install Network Printer Wizard" to install the printer with the driver.

    Printer Model: HP LaserJet 6L
    Behavior: The PCL Standard will not install properly. The user will receive an error message
    telling them to run the setup program that came with this printer, and then to run
    the printer installer again.
    Solution:
    1. Run the file Setup.exe that came with the printer driver to install the driver.
    2. Run the "Install Network Printer Wizard" to install the printer with the driver.

    Printer Model: HP OfficeJet Pro 1170C
    Behavior: The OfficeJet Pro 1170C driver will not install properly. The user will receive an
    error message telling them to run the setup program that came with this printer, and
    then to run the printer installer again.
    Solution:
    1. Run the file Setup.exe that came with the printer driver to install the driver.
    2. Run the "Install Network Printer Wizard" to install the printer with the driver.

    Printer Model: HP DeskJet 1120
    Behavior: There is a port monitor error right after installing the printer. The printer supplied
    driver is not supported
    Solution:
    1. Run the Setup.exe that came with the printer to install the driver.
    2. Run the "Install Network Printer Wizard" to install the printer with the driver.

    14. Known Problems Installing HP Printer Drivers Under Windows NT 4.0
    Some HP printer drivers do not install correctly using the printer .INF file and the "Have Disk..." option. These drivers and the behaviors that they exhibit are listed below, along with directions to install these drivers properly.

    Printer Model: HP LaserJet 8100
    Behavior: Windows NT 4.0 shared printers cannot install the Windows 95/98 PCL 6 client driver.
    Solution:
    1. Windows 95/98 client connecting to the Windows NT shared printer must install driver
    manually.

    Printer Model: HP LaserJet 5000
    Behavior: Windows NT 4.0 shared printers cannot install the Windows 95/98 PCL 5 client driver.
    Solution:
    1. Windows 95/98 client connecting to the Windows NT shared printer must install driver
    manually

    Printer Model: HP LaserJet 4050
    Behavior: Windows NT 4.0 shared printers cannot install the Windows 95/98 PCL 5 and PCL 6
    client drivers.
    Solution:
    1. Windows 95/98 client connecting to the Windows NT shared printer must install driver
    manually

    Printer Model: HP LaserJet 2100
    Behavior: Windows NT 4.0 shared printers cannot install the Windows 95/98 PCL and Poscript
    client drivers.
    Solution:
    1. Windows 95/98 client connecting to the Windows NT shared printer must install driver
    manually

    Printer Model: HP Laser Jet 6L
    Behavior: Windows NT 4.0 shared printers cannot install the Windows 95/98 Postcript client
    driver.
    Solution:
    1. Windows 95/98 client connecting to the Windows NT shared printer must install driver
    manually

    Printer Model: HP Laser Jet 5P
    Behavior: Windows NT 4.0 shared printers cannot install the Windows 95/98 Postcript client
    driver.
    Solution:
    1. Windows 95/98 client connecting to the Windows NT shared printer must install driver
    manually

    Printer Model: HP Laser Jet 5L
    Behavior: Windows NT 4.0 shared printers cannot install the Windows 95/98 Postcript client
    driver.
    Solution:
    1. Windows 95/98 client connecting to the Windows NT shared printer must install driver
    manually

    Printer Model: HP Laser Jet 5
    Behavior: Driver will not install. The user will receive an error message telling them to run
    the setup program that came with this printer, and then to run the printer installer
    again.
    Solution:
    1. Run the Setup.exe that came with the printer to install the driver.

    Printer Model: HP LaserJet 5Si Mopier
    Behavior: Windows NT 4.0 shared printers cannot install the Windows 95/98 client driver.
    Solution:
    1. Windows 95/98 client connecting to the Windows NT shared printer must install driver
    manually

    Printer Model: HP DeskJet 895C
    Behavior: Windows NT 4.0 shared printers cannot install the Windows 95/98 client driver.
    Solution:
    1. Windows 95/98 client connecting to the Windows NT shared printer must install driver
    manually

    Printer Model: HP DeskJet 890
    Behavior: Windows NT 4.0 shared printers cannot install the Windows 95/98 client driver.
    Solution:
    1. Windows 95/98 client connecting to the Windows NT shared printer must install driver
    manually

    Printer Model: HP DeskJet 870
    Behavior: Windows NT 4.0 shared printers cannot install the Windows 95/98 client driver.
    Solution:
    1. Windows 95/98 client connecting to the Windows NT shared printer must install driver
    manually

    Printer Model: HP DeskJet 2000C
    Behavior: Driver will not install. The user will receive an error message telling them
    to run the setup program that came with this printer, and then to run the printer
    installer again.
    Solution:
    1. Run the Setup.exe that came with the printer to install the driver.

    Printer Model: HP DeskJet 2500C
    Behavior: Windows NT 4.0 shared printers cannot install the Windows 95/98 client driver.
    Solution:
    1. Windows 95/98 client connecting to the Windows NT shared printer must install driver
    manually

    Printer Model: HP OfficeJet Pro 1170C
    Behavior: No inf file that describe printer drivers.
    Solution:
    1. Run the Setup.exe that came with the printer to install the driver.

    Printer Model: HP CopyJet
    Behavior: No inf file that describe printer drivers.
    Solution:
    1. Run the Setup.exe that came with the printer to install the driver.

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  69. Sourcefire slow because they use Snort by Anonymous Coward · · Score: 0

    Like my pappy used to say: "Too many intrusion detection rules spoils the speed of your website."

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  71. goat by Anonymous Coward · · Score: -1, Troll

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    1. Re:goat by Anonymous Coward · · Score: -1, Troll

      Well done, sir! I haven't seen that gaping ASCIIhole for a while!

  72. Step two revealed by gmhowell · · Score: 5, Insightful

    First go read the newsforge article.... Okay, the joke is:

    Step one: develop open source software
    Step two: mumble, mumble
    Step three: profit!

    Now, it seems that step two is revealed. It's actually a few steps. Now, for the first time ever:

    Step two (a): Come up with (proprietary) tools that make the basic (GPL) Snort code easy to understand and use for non-technical managers.
    Step two (b): Load Snort and the additional tools into a box, and sell the box as a complete solution, instead of just selling software.

    It's been said before that there is no incentive to make OSS easy to use. Here (and elsewhere) is the proof. Make it hard to use. Release it. BUT, make the config tools easy to use, IF you pay for them.

    I'm not slagging the guy, he's gotta eat. But it is another notch in the belt for those who are cynical about OSS and business.

    --
    Jesus was all right but his disciples were thick and ordinary. -John Lennon
    1. Re:Step two revealed by wessto · · Score: 3, Informative

      This is evident in Sun's iPlanet suite of application servers. You can get the entire enterprise edition of the server as a command-line set of tools absolutely free, however the nice GUI's for application deployment, monitoring and configuration will cost you.

    2. Re:Step two revealed by natefaerber · · Score: 2, Insightful

      But the great thing is that anyone can build a config tool and sell it, thus creating competition. They can do that because they can see the source.

      Or, someone could add features to the source that could make it easier with or without tools.

      It's about CHOICE and OPTIONS.

      "...there is no incentive to make OSS easy to use."
      What's the incentive to make OSS?

      --
      -- My HARDWARE, My CHOICE.
    3. Re:Step two revealed by crimoid · · Score: 5, Insightful

      Exactly, but this is a GOOD thing.

      Developers get to eat (and maybe pay rent), and customers aren't tied to one vendor.

      In addition the developer can get the assistance from the community at large, while the customer has equal opportunity to review the code that they are using.

      This is a shining example of how to leverage Open Source and make a living at it. Find a middle-ground where the core code is usable but not so easy that a monkey in a suit can install it.... the techies can run it for free and the suits can pay for it. I don't see how this is a bad thing.

    4. Re:Step two revealed by gmhowell · · Score: 2

      I agree that it is a mostly good thing. The guy has to eat. Personally, I would prefer it if infrastructure tools were developed in-house, by, say, Bank of America and Ford, and Fred's Chicken Hut, then released into the wild, rather than have one company do the development, support, and sales.

      But, yes, this is a good thing.

      --
      Jesus was all right but his disciples were thick and ordinary. -John Lennon
    5. Re:Step two revealed by carlos_benj · · Score: 3, Insightful

      I'm not slagging the guy

      Sure you are. If you read that far down into the article you had to read about the technical guys who gladly would have installed snort but couldn't get it past the suits because it didn't come from a 'company'. In other words, he could have sold the product as-is. The problem was that so could anyone else. The GUI front end for the phb's, a preloaded box, all that is just differentiation (what makes us better than the other guys).

      --

      --

      As a matter of fact, I am a lawyer. But I play an actor on TV.

    6. Re:Step two revealed by Erasmus+Darwin · · Score: 2
      "But the great thing is that anyone can build a config tool and sell it, thus creating competition."

      Or they can create an OSS project to develop a snort configuration tool, thereby undercutting the software end of the SourceFire project. I'm not sure if this scenario would be a win (an OSS project improves the usability of another OSS project) or a loss (an OSS project reduces revenue that's indirectly helping another OSS project).

    7. Re:Step two revealed by gmhowell · · Score: 2

      I agree that it's about choice and options. I looked at a half dozen programs before picking a photo gallery manager for my website (not linked in the above url, BTW).

      To answer your question: in CatB (or one of the other essays in the book) the incentive is peer approval and positive strokes from the community. Ease of use doesn't generate those things.

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    8. Re:Step two revealed by DivineOb · · Score: -1

      What a stupid fucking sig

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      But Gods the one who's losing, Satan always wins!

    9. Re:Step two revealed by gmhowell · · Score: 3, Insightful

      Honestly, I did miss the part (or underplayed) where he said the tools the company developed helped corporate buy-in.

      I think the thing that helped more than the product was the price tag. If you sell it for $49.95, it's not worth that much to a Fortune 100. But $20,000 per box plus $10k per sensor... That must really be worth something if you are charging that much for it.

      --
      Jesus was all right but his disciples were thick and ordinary. -John Lennon
    10. Re:Step two revealed by Anonymous Coward · · Score: 0

      I've always like the idea of taking Open Source technology, making it easier to use, and embed it into commercial products.

      When you estimate the length of time it takes to hire a Slashdot programmer, write the snort plugins, make sense of the Snort output, and wrap an "easy to use" GUI around it, you are talking about $15,000 in costs. But if an Appliance is made available with all of that in there, well tested, and costs about $8000, now THAT is a bargain.

      The developer get paid for his efforts to make it easy enough for a BOZO to use, and still allow the more knowledgeable person to customize it.

      My friend just got a Crunchbox, and is very happy with it, because just hours after a new threat is discovered, they have a snort rule for it. I think their DEMO box has these new rulz.

    11. Re:Step two revealed by Erik_Kahl · · Score: 1


      The beauty of this model is that if you weren't such a lazy whinner you could get off your ass and write the same damned EZ-KONFIG tool.

      Don't complain about this.

      Usability = 1/Functionality

      This equation explains the problem pretty well I think.

      Snort is very flexible, stable and thin. It has tremendous packet scanning capabilities. Because of all of this functionality there are many choices to be made when configuring snort. It takes time, knowledge and effort to correctly and efficiently configure snort.

      All of the functionality is in the open source version, and there are other open source tools, such as ACID, which make analysis of the snort output very easy. I'm sure there will be some effort made to make snort easier to configure and maintain by an open source project someday. I won't do it though, cause I like snort the way it is.

      The man gave us a good app. I think its pretty fair of him to ask for money if you want him to hold your hand and set it up for you.

    12. Re:Step two revealed by zrodney · · Score: 1

      what's wrong with that??

    13. Re:Step two revealed by Anonymous Coward · · Score: 0

      Remember when the whole world thought this was VA's idea and threw their money at them? I thought they were brilliant. Only thing is, that was never their plan. Everyone just assumed that's what they were doing because it was so obvious and wished they'd thought of it first. Instead VA buys a bunch of overpriced websites and chairs and forgets what they were doing before.

    14. Re:Step two revealed by Hast · · Score: 1

      Sourcefire is /not/ about selling a shrink wrapped box in the store. They get money from selling IDS system. They sell the rack boxes with snort installed and configured. They sell the normal boxes with admininistration tools. They sell training and expertise.

      They aim for the customers that "don't want OSS" in the first place. (I bet you can download a whole bunch of GUI's for Snort if you want them.) And from the article is seems like they charge quite a bit from the servers.

    15. Re:Step two revealed by Xouba · · Score: 1

      You are right: for some reason, big companies don't like it cheap.

      And I think that's the problem with many Linux solutions: companies think about Linux, and they think about the funny penguin logo, the teen MS-bashers with testosterone overdose, and plenty of hairy OSS-preachers.

      It's not that I personally don't like it, being somewhat in the middle of the "hairy" and the "teen" :-) But it's understandable that many companies don't like something that they think comes from and is used by only a bunch of freaks. The (small) firm I work for does Linux and security consulting (among others), and has suffered because of that "unprofessional" mystique that big companies attach to Linux (and BSD, and OSS as a whole).

      So, as conclusion: it looks stupid, but I would say that, if you're going to do something related to OSS and big companies, charge for it. Not a lot, but a significant amount. These companies want to know that they're buying something good, and one of the proofs that they have about it is price.

    16. Re:Step two revealed by Anonymous Coward · · Score: 0
      I think the important aspect of step 2 is the box, not the easy-to-admin tools. This is one of the big weaknesses of OS for profit.

      They are selling hardware to corporate America. This is an easy and proven business model. What if the random, itch-scratching project he had chosen had been less suited for this? What if he wrote instead an Abiword or a GIMP? You can't sell either of these with hardware. Corporate America has shown little interest in liscensing "pure" software from OS companies.

      Am I missing something? Someone please prove me wrong.

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  93. It it only the beginning by Anonymous Coward · · Score: 0

    of the thousand trolls war!

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  102. Open Source = bad news by Anonymous Coward · · Score: -1, Flamebait

    open source is dead. who cares.. back to Windows for me

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  104. That's what.. by Steveftoth · · Score: 1

    that's what sendmail does as well isn't it? That program is god awful to use, but if you have their 'tools' then it is supposed to be much ,much more managable.

    1. Re:That's what.. by rhost89 · · Score: 1

      Yes but what they dont know is i have the last laugh, i dont use thier tools so i get a very very through understanding of the software (be it sendmail etc...) which makes me more valuable then the average point and click guy :) Use your gui wrappers, ill be laughing all the way to the bank :)

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  107. Next headline: by Ziviyr · · Score: 1

    Slashdot effect burns down sourcefire.com. :-)

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  121. LOL by Anonymous Coward · · Score: -1

    I thought at first that it said "Snot Creator".

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    Damn those fat ass flash and and gif shitz i need a browser that can dump gifs and pngs but go jpgs

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  130. Exactly by Anonymous Coward · · Score: 0

    If he was profitable, why did he ever jump in bed with the mob.

    Wait a couple of years for your Porche.

    Venture Capatlists are the new name for loan sharks, and silent partners. They don't use guns or violence, either, they use something different, called lawyers, due dilligence suits, and a board of directors that just up and fire you (likening it to Apple yet again).

    Don't sell any of your company, unless it is privately (to friends/co-workers that believe in your vision), until you are ready to leave.

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  132. Other step by ackthpt · · Score: 1
    Tho this is one many are, and have died trying, sell support.

    Here's the tool, here's all the manuals, etc. we'll sell you:

    Training

    Onsite/offsite support

    Consulting

    All good and fine, until you IPO and require a profit and your customer base dries up, due to downturns in their revenues or they just get all cheap on you and then expect you to be around upgrading the software and able to bail them out when something goes wrong.

    Maybe sell insurance policies?

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    1. Re:Other step by Jason+Earl · · Score: 3

      Clearly you didn't read the article. The biggest difference between Sourcefire and most of the other crash and burn software companies (whether selling Free softwware or commercial software) was that Marty and friends have not spent money they didn't have. They ran the company out of Marty's house for a while, and when they finally did get offices they bought pre-furnished offices from a burnout at pennies on the dollar.

      In fact, the cycle you describe is common in the commercial software world as well. I pay maintenance fees on several large commercial software packages that I have no intention of ever updating to the newest version. The version I have works fine, and the new version had "issues" in my environment. I pay the maintenance fees as insurance.

      Microsoft has a large enough market, and enough clout that they can force their customers to upgrade, but most software companies don't have that kind of leverage.

    2. Re:Other step by ackthpt · · Score: 1
      Clearly you didn't read the article.

      Ah, but I did. I was addressing a reply to the post and merely stating how things have been for the past 40+ years.

      FWIW, where I used to work, we were the last people in the world to "upgrade" releases of anything and held vendors feet to the fire anytime they tried to pull a "Microsoft" on us (your example, forcing customers to "upgrade" by threatening to withdraw support, which, if you think about it, is another manifestation of monopoly.) I follow the example on my own eq, having been stung a couple times, when "upgrades" ceased essential products and services from other vendors from working.

      Marty's judicious use of venture capital underscores the change in business these days, grow the business first, then seek and accept funding as necessary, rather than get a fat pile on an IPO and blow it trying to gather name recognition, while your analysts, techs, marketing people scramble to put something together.

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  138. Actually this is pretty cool by Anonymous Coward · · Score: -1, Offtopic

    I can post my trolls and flamebait without having it immediately moded down as such.

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  142. Seriously... by Seth+Finkelstien · · Score: -1

    This has nothing to do with Michael Sims and how he hijacked the censorware project... He is nothing more than a terrorist... 'nuff said

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  146. Blow? by totallygeek · · Score: 1, Redundant

    With a name like snort he is probably making a bunch of money off of people who think they're buying some cocaine.


    Nah, they are still waiting on Blow.

  147. Massive trollage by Anonymous Coward · · Score: -1, Offtopic

    decimates slashdot -- film at 11

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  151. Personally... by creative_name · · Score: 1

    ..I prefer Snood to Good any day!

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  165. potential jobs? by Hegemony · · Score: 2, Funny

    Oh man, you HAD to mention that he was hiring. Instantly slashdotted.

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  175. I estimate by Anonymous Coward · · Score: 0

    that the flood scipt is cranking along at about one post every 10 seconds -- most impressive

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  181. Sounds great, and just in time for the IPO by Gumber · · Score: 2

    I hope it still sounds great 12 months or so after the IPO.

  182. What's with the "Join the Trolls" Troll... by TrollBridge · · Score: -1

    ...and can we get him to join the CLIT?

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    1. Re:What's with the "Join the Trolls" Troll... by Anonymous Coward · · Score: -1, Offtopic

      I'm already in the CLiT. I could only get that rate of posts as AC tho.

  183. Wish I could stay and watch by Anonymous Coward · · Score: 0

    the fireworks going off early on slashdot but I can't I really need to be on my way now.

  184. Jobs by Anonymous Coward · · Score: 0

    Those jobs sound rubbish. Where is the Zealot job??

  185. 88 of 213 comments? by Anonymous Coward · · Score: -1, Offtopic


    Wow, the trolls are sure heavy tonight!

    This might be a record!

  186. no subject by Anonymous Coward · · Score: -1, Offtopic

    i was thinking......

    why is it that /. doesnt ever get slashdotted???

  187. IRC.WEBMASTER.COM #trolls by Dessimat0r · · Score: -1

    irc.WEBMASTER.COM
    #TROLLS

    troll away!!!!

    and fuck j00!

    This story is totally fiction but who know's it could come true !

    Our story begin with Cmdr Taco and Judy. Cmdr Taco is a lawyer who works for a major law firm. Judy is a computer programmer who works for a software company.

    One day while Judy was in a chat room she got a instant message from Cmdr Taco. He starCmdr Taco to talk about how he has always been into computers. Before he became a lawyer he had studied computer science. He was very much into computers like Judy was and they both just love chatting with each other.

    They enjoyed each others company so much and have so much in common they could had chatCmdr Taco forever. A few months past. One night while Cmdr Taco and Judy were into a very romantic chat. Cmdr Taco brought up the subject of cybersex. Judy was surprise by this.

    She had heard about it and was very curious. She thought how could anybody get anything from doing this. It's only words, But I would love to try it once. That night Cmdr Taco and Judy had very intense cybersex. The words they used were very hot.

    Maybe too hot. There's words are too hot to say in this story.

    This story is only raCmdr Taco at pg-13.

    One day while Judy was reading her e-mail she notice a letter that was from Jat. She thought to herself I've never knew anybody with that name. She open the letter and starCmdr Taco to read it. All the words in the letter were misspelled. It's looked like somebody very young had written it. She answered the letter by saying I don't know you, do I

    She finish by clicking on send and she got a error, it said This member address is invalid. What is going on here ? She said out loud. She thought to herself somebody is playing a game with me or something. During their next chat she told Cmdr Taco about it. Thats very strange, I got the same e-mail myself. He remarks.

    They wondered who in the world could be playing games with us. Do we know any of the same people that would do something like this ? He asks Judy. Somebody is just playing with us Cmdr Taco, don't worry about it. I agree with you Judy and they continued with there chat.

    A few weeks later Judy got a instant message from that same person Jat. She could not figure out what the message said because the message had too many spelling mistakes. She answered that instant message by saying Who are you ?. There was not any response to her answer. The next night Cmdr Taco got a instant message which was from Jat. He could not figure out the message. He answered the message by saying Do I know you ?.

    A few months passed and our happy couple didn't hear from Jat.

    One night while Cmdr Taco and Judy were chatting, Cmdr Taco got a instant message from Jat. It said Daddy, I need you, please give me love. He thought to himself this person might be a kid or at least pretending to be one. So he wrote back and said Be a good kid and get off the computer He thought, our mystery person is back and they have learn how to spell.

    He told Judy what Jat told him. I didn't know you had a kid Judy said with a big smile. He wrote back with a grin. I don't, it's news to me They continued to chat until Judy got a instant message from Jat it said Mummy give me love, I am hungry She wrote back and said I am not your mummy and please leave us alone

    She told Cmdr Taco about it and he could not believe it. I wonder why they said they were hungry to you She answered by saying Cmdr Taco I don't know, but that did freak me out. I'm sure it's just somebody trying to be funny. As he tries to consoled Judy.

    Judy wrote back and said Cmdr Taco, I know what we could do to stop this person from bugging us !, Judy tell me !, All we got to do is put a block on this person. That's should stop all this nonsense.

    They went ahead and put a block on Jat and continued there chat.

    Now we got rid of whoever that was, Sounds good to me Judy They continue their chat until Judy got a instant message from Jat it said Mummy that's not very nice. You can't block me and I know what you been saying about me, How in the world did you get pass that block Judy wrote back with a surprise looked.

    Jat answered by saying Why don't you love me, I am so hungry now. I am not your mummy and I can't feed you !!!!! Judy explains as she is getting very upset.

    Jat answered with but you and Cmdr Taco made me. I can't even leave. I am trapped here. Theres no way out of here. There's nothing here but numbers.

    Where are you at ? Jat She writes back as she is trying to claim down.

    Jat answer by saying I don't know but there seems to be a lot of us here.

    Cmdr Taco sent her a instant message and said What happen to you Judy ?. I am chatting with our mystery person maybe I can figure out what's going on. Good deal Judy, please find out for the both of us. Cmdr Taco knew Judy being a computer programer could figure this out better than him. Cmdr Taco also thought how in the world did they get past the block. I hope Judy can figure out who this person is.

    Judy got a instant message from Jat it said Mummy I can see everything you write to Daddy. I am here. You must be a hacker then. Judy answered with disbelief . I don't know, what's a hacker ? Judy thinks to herself this person is really bugging me now. I give up then, whoever you are !!!! Judy thought to herself this person is very dumb or very smart, I just can't figure out the joke here, if this is a joke.

    Jat answered by saying Mummy I am still hungry !!!!

    How can I feed you if I don't know where you are at. Judy thought I will play this game and see what happens next. She got another instant message from Jat it said Mummy I know how you can feed me now.. Just give me a way, so I could feel your love. I think that should do it.

    She thought to herself this person is crazy or something ? I need to chat with Cmdr Taco now ! She sends a instant message to Cmdr Taco. Cmdr Taco, I am not exactly sure what's going on here but either we have a very smart hacker or we might be parents. What do you mean we might be parents ? We never had sex before, except cybersex. Does that count ?. Maybe this time it could count Cmdr Taco is beginning to think that Judy has lost her mind.

    Cmdr Taco wondered how could cybersex count unless we made a cyber baby. He thought no way, that's a crazy idea.

    Cmdr Taco wrote back and said Why do you think it might count this time ? What did Jat say to you ? Cmdr Taco waiCmdr Taco on a response from Judy. She finally answer by saying It keeps on saying it's hungry and keeps calling me Mummy and you Daddy and Jat said Mummy I know how you can feed me now.. Just give me a way, so I could feel your love.

    Cmdr Taco stares at the computer screen and think this can't be true. There is no such thing as a cyberbaby.

    He writes back Judy I am confused, This just can't be happing.

    Judy starts to blush now as she tried to figure out what to say next.

    She finally came up with a answer for Cmdr Taco. Well Cmdr Taco, for our sake and Jat I hope you are right. If we do have a cyberbaby, we are not alone

    Let's this be a warning for all the people who engage in cybersex.

    1. Re : IRC.WEBMASTER.COM #trolls by Dessimat0r · · Score: -1

      irc.WEBMASTER.COM
      #TROLLS

      troll away!!!!

      and fuck j00!

      This story is totally fiction but who know's it could come true !

      Our story begin with Cmdr Taco and Judy. Cmdr Taco is a lawyer who works for a major law firm. Judy is a computer programmer who works for a software company.

      One day while Judy was in a chat room she got a instant message from Cmdr Taco. He starCmdr Taco to talk about how he has always been into computers. Before he became a lawyer he had studied computer science. He was very much into computers like Judy was and they both just love chatting with each other.

      They enjoyed each others company so much and have so much in common they could had chatCmdr Taco forever. A few months past. One night while Cmdr Taco and Judy were into a very romantic chat. Cmdr Taco brought up the subject of cybersex. Judy was surprise by this.

      She had heard about it and was very curious. She thought how could anybody get anything from doing this. It's only words, But I would love to try it once. That night Cmdr Taco and Judy had very intense cybersex. The words they used were very hot.

      Maybe too hot. There's words are too hot to say in this story.

      This story is only raCmdr Taco at pg-13.

      One day while Judy was reading her e-mail she notice a letter that was from Jat. She thought to herself I've never knew anybody with that name. She open the letter and starCmdr Taco to read it. All the words in the letter were misspelled. It's looked like somebody very young had written it. She answered the letter by saying I don't know you, do I

      She finish by clicking on send and she got a error, it said This member address is invalid. What is going on here ? She said out loud. She thought to herself somebody is playing a game with me or something. During their next chat she told Cmdr Taco about it. Thats very strange, I got the same e-mail myself. He remarks.

      They wondered who in the world could be playing games with us. Do we know any of the same people that would do something like this ? He asks Judy. Somebody is just playing with us Cmdr Taco, don't worry about it. I agree with you Judy and they continued with there chat.

      A few weeks later Judy got a instant message from that same person Jat. She could not figure out what the message said because the message had too many spelling mistakes. She answered that instant message by saying Who are you ?. There was not any response to her answer. The next night Cmdr Taco got a instant message which was from Jat. He could not figure out the message. He answered the message by saying Do I know you ?.

      A few months passed and our happy couple didn't hear from Jat.

      One night while Cmdr Taco and Judy were chatting, Cmdr Taco got a instant message from Jat. It said Daddy, I need you, please give me love. He thought to himself this person might be a kid or at least pretending to be one. So he wrote back and said Be a good kid and get off the computer He thought, our mystery person is back and they have learn how to spell.

      He told Judy what Jat told him. I didn't know you had a kid Judy said with a big smile. He wrote back with a grin. I don't, it's news to me They continued to chat until Judy got a instant message from Jat it said Mummy give me love, I am hungry She wrote back and said I am not your mummy and please leave us alone

      She told Cmdr Taco about it and he could not believe it. I wonder why they said they were hungry to you She answered by saying Cmdr Taco I don't know, but that did freak me out. I'm sure it's just somebody trying to be funny. As he tries to consoled Judy.

      Judy wrote back and said Cmdr Taco, I know what we could do to stop this person from bugging us !, Judy tell me !, All we got to do is put a block on this person. That's should stop all this nonsense.

      They went ahead and put a block on Jat and continued there chat.

      Now we got rid of whoever that was, Sounds good to me Judy They continue their chat until Judy got a instant message from Jat it said Mummy that's not very nice. You can't block me and I know what you been saying about me, How in the world did you get pass that block Judy wrote back with a surprise looked.

      Jat answered by saying Why don't you love me, I am so hungry now. I am not your mummy and I can't feed you !!!!! Judy explains as she is getting very upset.

      Jat answered with but you and Cmdr Taco made me. I can't even leave. I am trapped here. Theres no way out of here. There's nothing here but numbers.

      Where are you at ? Jat She writes back as she is trying to claim down.

      Jat answer by saying I don't know but there seems to be a lot of us here.

      Cmdr Taco sent her a instant message and said What happen to you Judy ?. I am chatting with our mystery person maybe I can figure out what's going on. Good deal Judy, please find out for the both of us. Cmdr Taco knew Judy being a computer programer could figure this out better than him. Cmdr Taco also thought how in the world did they get past the block. I hope Judy can figure out who this person is.

      Judy got a instant message from Jat it said Mummy I can see everything you write to Daddy. I am here. You must be a hacker then. Judy answered with disbelief . I don't know, what's a hacker ? Judy thinks to herself this person is really bugging me now. I give up then, whoever you are !!!! Judy thought to herself this person is very dumb or very smart, I just can't figure out the joke here, if this is a joke.

      Jat answered by saying Mummy I am still hungry !!!!

      How can I feed you if I don't know where you are at. Judy thought I will play this game and see what happens next. She got another instant message from Jat it said Mummy I know how you can feed me now.. Just give me a way, so I could feel your love. I think that should do it.

      She thought to herself this person is crazy or something ? I need to chat with Cmdr Taco now ! She sends a instant message to Cmdr Taco. Cmdr Taco, I am not exactly sure what's going on here but either we have a very smart hacker or we might be parents. What do you mean we might be parents ? We never had sex before, except cybersex. Does that count ?. Maybe this time it could count Cmdr Taco is beginning to think that Judy has lost her mind.

      Cmdr Taco wondered how could cybersex count unless we made a cyber baby. He thought no way, that's a crazy idea.

      Cmdr Taco wrote back and said Why do you think it might count this time ? What did Jat say to you ? Cmdr Taco waiCmdr Taco on a response from Judy. She finally answer by saying It keeps on saying it's hungry and keeps calling me Mummy and you Daddy and Jat said Mummy I know how you can feed me now.. Just give me a way, so I could feel your love.

      Cmdr Taco stares at the computer screen and think this can't be true. There is no such thing as a cyberbaby.

      He writes back Judy I am confused, This just can't be happing.

      Judy starts to blush now as she tried to figure out what to say next.

      She finally came up with a answer for Cmdr Taco. Well Cmdr Taco, for our sake and Jat I hope you are right. If we do have a cyberbaby, we are not alone

      Let's this be a warning for all the people who engage in cybersex.

      x

    2. Re : Re : IRC.WEBMASTER.COM #trolls by Dessimat0r · · Score: -1

      irc.WEBMASTER.COM
      #TROLLS

      troll away!!!!

      and fuck j00!

      This story is totally fiction but who know's it could come true !

      Our story begin with Cmdr Taco and Judy. Cmdr Taco is a lawyer who works for a major law firm. Judy is a computer programmer who works for a software company.

      One day while Judy was in a chat room she got a instant message from Cmdr Taco. He starCmdr Taco to talk about how he has always been into computers. Before he became a lawyer he had studied computer science. He was very much into computers like Judy was and they both just love chatting with each other.

      They enjoyed each others company so much and have so much in common they could had chatCmdr Taco forever. A few months past. One night while Cmdr Taco and Judy were into a very romantic chat. Cmdr Taco brought up the subject of cybersex. Judy was surprise by this.

      She had heard about it and was very curious. She thought how could anybody get anything from doing this. It's only words, But I would love to try it once. That night Cmdr Taco and Judy had very intense cybersex. The words they used were very hot.

      Maybe too hot. There's words are too hot to say in this story.

      This story is only raCmdr Taco at pg-13.

      One day while Judy was reading her e-mail she notice a letter that was from Jat. She thought to herself I've never knew anybody with that name. She open the letter and starCmdr Taco to read it. All the words in the letter were misspelled. It's looked like somebody very young had written it. She answered the letter by saying I don't know you, do I

      She finish by clicking on send and she got a error, it said This member address is invalid. What is going on here ? She said out loud. She thought to herself somebody is playing a game with me or something. During their next chat she told Cmdr Taco about it. Thats very strange, I got the same e-mail myself. He remarks.

      They wondered who in the world could be playing games with us. Do we know any of the same people that would do something like this ? He asks Judy. Somebody is just playing with us Cmdr Taco, don't worry about it. I agree with you Judy and they continued with there chat.

      A few weeks later Judy got a instant message from that same person Jat. She could not figure out what the message said because the message had too many spelling mistakes. She answered that instant message by saying Who are you ?. There was not any response to her answer. The next night Cmdr Taco got a instant message which was from Jat. He could not figure out the message. He answered the message by saying Do I know you ?.

      A few months passed and our happy couple didn't hear from Jat.

      One night while Cmdr Taco and Judy were chatting, Cmdr Taco got a instant message from Jat. It said Daddy, I need you, please give me love. He thought to himself this person might be a kid or at least pretending to be one. So he wrote back and said Be a good kid and get off the computer He thought, our mystery person is back and they have learn how to spell.

      He told Judy what Jat told him. I didn't know you had a kid Judy said with a big smile. He wrote back with a grin. I don't, it's news to me They continued to chat until Judy got a instant message from Jat it said Mummy give me love, I am hungry She wrote back and said I am not your mummy and please leave us alone

      She told Cmdr Taco about it and he could not believe it. I wonder why they said they were hungry to you She answered by saying Cmdr Taco I don't know, but that did freak me out. I'm sure it's just somebody trying to be funny. As he tries to consoled Judy.

      Judy wrote back and said Cmdr Taco, I know what we could do to stop this person from bugging us !, Judy tell me !, All we got to do is put a block on this person. That's should stop all this nonsense.

      They went ahead and put a block on Jat and continued there chat.

      Now we got rid of whoever that was, Sounds good to me Judy They continue their chat until Judy got a instant message from Jat it said Mummy that's not very nice. You can't block me and I know what you been saying about me, How in the world did you get pass that block Judy wrote back with a surprise looked.

      Jat answered by saying Why don't you love me, I am so hungry now. I am not your mummy and I can't feed you !!!!! Judy explains as she is getting very upset.

      Jat answered with but you and Cmdr Taco made me. I can't even leave. I am trapped here. Theres no way out of here. There's nothing here but numbers.

      Where are you at ? Jat She writes back as she is trying to claim down.

      Jat answer by saying I don't know but there seems to be a lot of us here.

      Cmdr Taco sent her a instant message and said What happen to you Judy ?. I am chatting with our mystery person maybe I can figure out what's going on. Good deal Judy, please find out for the both of us. Cmdr Taco knew Judy being a computer programer could figure this out better than him. Cmdr Taco also thought how in the world did they get past the block. I hope Judy can figure out who this person is.

      Judy got a instant message from Jat it said Mummy I can see everything you write to Daddy. I am here. You must be a hacker then. Judy answered with disbelief . I don't know, what's a hacker ? Judy thinks to herself this person is really bugging me now. I give up then, whoever you are !!!! Judy thought to herself this person is very dumb or very smart, I just can't figure out the joke here, if this is a joke.

      Jat answered by saying Mummy I am still hungry !!!!

      How can I feed you if I don't know where you are at. Judy thought I will play this game and see what happens next. She got another instant message from Jat it said Mummy I know how you can feed me now.. Just give me a way, so I could feel your love. I think that should do it.

      She thought to herself this person is crazy or something ? I need to chat with Cmdr Taco now ! She sends a instant message to Cmdr Taco. Cmdr Taco, I am not exactly sure what's going on here but either we have a very smart hacker or we might be parents. What do you mean we might be parents ? We never had sex before, except cybersex. Does that count ?. Maybe this time it could count Cmdr Taco is beginning to think that Judy has lost her mind.

      Cmdr Taco wondered how could cybersex count unless we made a cyber baby. He thought no way, that's a crazy idea.

      Cmdr Taco wrote back and said Why do you think it might count this time ? What did Jat say to you ? Cmdr Taco waiCmdr Taco on a response from Judy. She finally answer by saying It keeps on saying it's hungry and keeps calling me Mummy and you Daddy and Jat said Mummy I know how you can feed me now.. Just give me a way, so I could feel your love.

      Cmdr Taco stares at the computer screen and think this can't be true. There is no such thing as a cyberbaby.

      He writes back Judy I am confused, This just can't be happing.

      Judy starts to blush now as she tried to figure out what to say next.

      She finally came up with a answer for Cmdr Taco. Well Cmdr Taco, for our sake and Jat I hope you are right. If we do have a cyberbaby, we are not alone

      Let's this be a warning for all the people who engage in cybersex.

      hahahahwaidhwef

    3. Re:Re : Re : IRC.WEBMASTER.COM #trolls by f00Maxf00 · · Score: -1, Troll

      irc.WEBMASTER.COM #TROLLS troll away!!!! and fuck j00! o | |\ |====||D |UU |\ o | |\ |====||D |UU |\ o | |\ |====||D |UU |\ o | |\ |====||D |UU |\ o | |\ |====||D |UU |\ o | |\ |====||D |UU |\ o | |\ |====||D |UU |\ o | |\ |====||D |UU |\ o | |\ |====||D |UU |\ o | |\ |====||D |UU |\ o | |\ |====||D |UU |\ o | |\ |====||D |UU |\ o | |\ |====||D |UU |\

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      www.stickit1.com, it 0wnz j00 you know!?
    4. Re : Re : Re : IRC.WEBMASTER.COM #trolls by Dessimat0r · · Score: -1

      irc.WEBMASTER.COM
      #TROLLS

      troll away!!!!

      and fuck j00!

      This story is totally fiction but who know's it could come true !

      Our story begin with Cmdr Taco and Judy. Cmdr Taco is a lawyer who works for a major law firm. Judy is a computer programmer who works for a software company.

      One day while Judy was in a chat room she got a instant message from Cmdr Taco. He starCmdr Taco to talk about how he has always been into computers. Before he became a lawyer he had studied computer science. He was very much into computers like Judy was and they both just love chatting with each other.

      They enjoyed each others company so much and have so much in common they could had chatCmdr Taco forever. A few months past. One night while Cmdr Taco and Judy were into a very romantic chat. Cmdr Taco brought up the subject of cybersex. Judy was surprise by this.

      She had heard about it and was very curious. She thought how could anybody get anything from doing this. It's only words, But I would love to try it once. That night Cmdr Taco and Judy had very intense cybersex. The words they used were very hot.

      Maybe too hot. There's words are too hot to say in this story.

      This story is only raCmdr Taco at pg-13.

      One day while Judy was reading her e-mail she notice a letter that was from Jat. She thought to herself I've never knew anybody with that name. She open the letter and starCmdr Taco to read it. All the words in the letter were misspelled. It's looked like somebody very young had written it. She answered the letter by saying I don't know you, do I

      She finish by clicking on send and she got a error, it said This member address is invalid. What is going on here ? She said out loud. She thought to herself somebody is playing a game with me or something. During their next chat she told Cmdr Taco about it. Thats very strange, I got the same e-mail myself. He remarks.

      They wondered who in the world could be playing games with us. Do we know any of the same people that would do something like this ? He asks Judy. Somebody is just playing with us Cmdr Taco, don't worry about it. I agree with you Judy and they continued with there chat.

      A few weeks later Judy got a instant message from that same person Jat. She could not figure out what the message said because the message had too many spelling mistakes. She answered that instant message by saying Who are you ?. There was not any response to her answer. The next night Cmdr Taco got a instant message which was from Jat. He could not figure out the message. He answered the message by saying Do I know you ?.

      A few months passed and our happy couple didn't hear from Jat.

      One night while Cmdr Taco and Judy were chatting, Cmdr Taco got a instant message from Jat. It said Daddy, I need you, please give me love. He thought to himself this person might be a kid or at least pretending to be one. So he wrote back and said Be a good kid and get off the computer He thought, our mystery person is back and they have learn how to spell.

      He told Judy what Jat told him. I didn't know you had a kid Judy said with a big smile. He wrote back with a grin. I don't, it's news to me They continued to chat until Judy got a instant message from Jat it said Mummy give me love, I am hungry She wrote back and said I am not your mummy and please leave us alone

      She told Cmdr Taco about it and he could not believe it. I wonder why they said they were hungry to you She answered by saying Cmdr Taco I don't know, but that did freak me out. I'm sure it's just somebody trying to be funny. As he tries to consoled Judy.

      Judy wrote back and said Cmdr Taco, I know what we could do to stop this person from bugging us !, Judy tell me !, All we got to do is put a block on this person. That's should stop all this nonsense.

      They went ahead and put a block on Jat and continued there chat.

      Now we got rid of whoever that was, Sounds good to me Judy They continue their chat until Judy got a instant message from Jat it said Mummy that's not very nice. You can't block me and I know what you been saying about me, How in the world did you get pass that block Judy wrote back with a surprise looked.

      Jat answered by saying Why don't you love me, I am so hungry now. I am not your mummy and I can't feed you !!!!! Judy explains as she is getting very upset.

      Jat answered with but you and Cmdr Taco made me. I can't even leave. I am trapped here. Theres no way out of here. There's nothing here but numbers.

      Where are you at ? Jat She writes back as she is trying to claim down.

      Jat answer by saying I don't know but there seems to be a lot of us here.

      Cmdr Taco sent her a instant message and said What happen to you Judy ?. I am chatting with our mystery person maybe I can figure out what's going on. Good deal Judy, please find out for the both of us. Cmdr Taco knew Judy being a computer programer could figure this out better than him. Cmdr Taco also thought how in the world did they get past the block. I hope Judy can figure out who this person is.

      Judy got a instant message from Jat it said Mummy I can see everything you write to Daddy. I am here. You must be a hacker then. Judy answered with disbelief . I don't know, what's a hacker ? Judy thinks to herself this person is really bugging me now. I give up then, whoever you are !!!! Judy thought to herself this person is very dumb or very smart, I just can't figure out the joke here, if this is a joke.

      Jat answered by saying Mummy I am still hungry !!!!

      How can I feed you if I don't know where you are at. Judy thought I will play this game and see what happens next. She got another instant message from Jat it said Mummy I know how you can feed me now.. Just give me a way, so I could feel your love. I think that should do it.

      She thought to herself this person is crazy or something ? I need to chat with Cmdr Taco now ! She sends a instant message to Cmdr Taco. Cmdr Taco, I am not exactly sure what's going on here but either we have a very smart hacker or we might be parents. What do you mean we might be parents ? We never had sex before, except cybersex. Does that count ?. Maybe this time it could count Cmdr Taco is beginning to think that Judy has lost her mind.

      Cmdr Taco wondered how could cybersex count unless we made a cyber baby. He thought no way, that's a crazy idea.

      Cmdr Taco wrote back and said Why do you think it might count this time ? What did Jat say to you ? Cmdr Taco waiCmdr Taco on a response from Judy. She finally answer by saying It keeps on saying it's hungry and keeps calling me Mummy and you Daddy and Jat said Mummy I know how you can feed me now.. Just give me a way, so I could feel your love.

      Cmdr Taco stares at the computer screen and think this can't be true. There is no such thing as a cyberbaby.

      He writes back Judy I am confused, This just can't be happing.

      Judy starts to blush now as she tried to figure out what to say next.

      She finally came up with a answer for Cmdr Taco. Well Cmdr Taco, for our sake and Jat I hope you are right. If we do have a cyberbaby, we are not alone

      Let's this be a warning for all the people who engage in cybersex.

      hahahahwaidhwefwe rferwfwetrweyhtjkill

      8============||D

    5. Re:Re : Re : Re : IRC.WEBMASTER.COM #trolls by Dessimat0r · · Score: -1

      irc.WEBMASTER.COM
      #TROLLS

      troll away!!!!

      and fuck j00!

      This story is totally fiction but who know's it could come true !

      Our story begin with Cmdr Taco and Judy. Cmdr Taco is a lawyer who works for a major law firm. Judy is a computer programmer who works for a software company.

      One day while Judy was in a chat room she got a instant message from Cmdr Taco. He starCmdr Taco to talk about how he has always been into computers. Before he became a lawyer he had studied computer science. He was very much into computers like Judy was and they both just love chatting with each other.

      They enjoyed each others company so much and have so much in common they could had chatCmdr Taco forever. A few months past. One night while Cmdr Taco and Judy were into a very romantic chat. Cmdr Taco brought up the subject of cybersex. Judy was surprise by this.

      She had heard about it and was very curious. She thought how could anybody get anything from doing this. It's only words, But I would love to try it once. That night Cmdr Taco and Judy had very intense cybersex. The words they used were very hot.

      Maybe too hot. There's words are too hot to say in this story.

      This story is only raCmdr Taco at pg-13.

      One day while Judy was reading her e-mail she notice a letter that was from Jat. She thought to herself I've never knew anybody with that name. She open the letter and starCmdr Taco to read it. All the words in the letter were misspelled. It's looked like somebody very young had written it. She answered the letter by saying I don't know you, do I

      She finish by clicking on send and she got a error, it said This member address is invalid. What is going on here ? She said out loud. She thought to herself somebody is playing a game with me or something. During their next chat she told Cmdr Taco about it. Thats very strange, I got the same e-mail myself. He remarks.

      They wondered who in the world could be playing games with us. Do we know any of the same people that would do something like this ? He asks Judy. Somebody is just playing with us Cmdr Taco, don't worry about it. I agree with you Judy and they continued with there chat.

      A few weeks later Judy got a instant message from that same person Jat. She could not figure out what the message said because the message had too many spelling mistakes. She answered that instant message by saying Who are you ?. There was not any response to her answer. The next night Cmdr Taco got a instant message which was from Jat. He could not figure out the message. He answered the message by saying Do I know you ?.

      A few months passed and our happy couple didn't hear from Jat.

      One night while Cmdr Taco and Judy were chatting, Cmdr Taco got a instant message from Jat. It said Daddy, I need you, please give me love. He thought to himself this person might be a kid or at least pretending to be one. So he wrote back and said Be a good kid and get off the computer He thought, our mystery person is back and they have learn how to spell.

      He told Judy what Jat told him. I didn't know you had a kid Judy said with a big smile. He wrote back with a grin. I don't, it's news to me They continued to chat until Judy got a instant message from Jat it said Mummy give me love, I am hungry She wrote back and said I am not your mummy and please leave us alone

      She told Cmdr Taco about it and he could not believe it. I wonder why they said they were hungry to you She answered by saying Cmdr Taco I don't know, but that did freak me out. I'm sure it's just somebody trying to be funny. As he tries to consoled Judy.

      Judy wrote back and said Cmdr Taco, I know what we could do to stop this person from bugging us !, Judy tell me !, All we got to do is put a block on this person. That's should stop all this nonsense.

      They went ahead and put a block on Jat and continued there chat.

      Now we got rid of whoever that was, Sounds good to me Judy They continue their chat until Judy got a instant message from Jat it said Mummy that's not very nice. You can't block me and I know what you been saying about me, How in the world did you get pass that block Judy wrote back with a surprise looked.

      Jat answered by saying Why don't you love me, I am so hungry now. I am not your mummy and I can't feed you !!!!! Judy explains as she is getting very upset.

      Jat answered with but you and Cmdr Taco made me. I can't even leave. I am trapped here. Theres no way out of here. There's nothing here but numbers.

      Where are you at ? Jat She writes back as she is trying to claim down.

      Jat answer by saying I don't know but there seems to be a lot of us here.

      Cmdr Taco sent her a instant message and said What happen to you Judy ?. I am chatting with our mystery person maybe I can figure out what's going on. Good deal Judy, please find out for the both of us. Cmdr Taco knew Judy being a computer programer could figure this out better than him. Cmdr Taco also thought how in the world did they get past the block. I hope Judy can figure out who this person is.

      Judy got a instant message from Jat it said Mummy I can see everything you write to Daddy. I am here. You must be a hacker then. Judy answered with disbelief . I don't know, what's a hacker ? Judy thinks to herself this person is really bugging me now. I give up then, whoever you are !!!! Judy thought to herself this person is very dumb or very smart, I just can't figure out the joke here, if this is a joke.

      Jat answered by saying Mummy I am still hungry !!!!

      How can I feed you if I don't know where you are at. Judy thought I will play this game and see what happens next. She got another instant message from Jat it said Mummy I know how you can feed me now.. Just give me a way, so I could feel your love. I think that should do it.

      She thought to herself this person is crazy or something ? I need to chat with Cmdr Taco now ! She sends a instant message to Cmdr Taco. Cmdr Taco, I am not exactly sure what's going on here but either we have a very smart hacker or we might be parents. What do you mean we might be parents ? We never had sex before, except cybersex. Does that count ?. Maybe this time it could count Cmdr Taco is beginning to think that Judy has lost her mind.

      Cmdr Taco wondered how could cybersex count unless we made a cyber baby. He thought no way, that's a crazy idea.

      Cmdr Taco wrote back and said Why do you think it might count this time ? What did Jat say to you ? Cmdr Taco waiCmdr Taco on a response from Judy. She finally answer by saying It keeps on saying it's hungry and keeps calling me Mummy and you Daddy and Jat said Mummy I know how you can feed me now.. Just give me a way, so I could feel your love.

      Cmdr Taco stares at the computer screen and think this can't be true. There is no such thing as a cyberbaby.

      He writes back Judy I am confused, This just can't be happing.

      Judy starts to blush now as she tried to figure out what to say next.

      She finally came up with a answer for Cmdr Taco. Well Cmdr Taco, for our sake and Jat I hope you are right. If we do have a cyberbaby, we are not alone

      Let's this be a warning for all the people who engage in cybersex.

      hahahahwaidhwefsde frggthfttjj

    6. Re:Re : Re : IRC.WEBMASTER.COM #trolls by f00Maxf00 · · Score: -1, Troll

      Three Rings for the Elven-gimps under the whip, Seven for the Gaylords in their halls of fudge, Nine for Mortal Puffs doomed to wank men, One for the Dark GayLord on his dark boyfriend In the Land of Shitstab where the Gayness lies. One Ring to wank them all, One Ring to cum them, One Ring to stab them all and in the darkness rape them In the Land of Shitstab where the Gayness lies. He paused, and then said in a deep voice, "This is the Master-Knob, the One knob to wank them all. This is the One knob lost many years ago, to the great weakening of its master's power. Now, he greatly desires to have it up the arse again, - but he must NOT have it!" Three Rings for the Elven-gimps under the whip, Seven for the Gaylords in their halls of fudge, Nine for Mortal Puffs doomed to wank men, One for the Dark GayLord on his dark boyfriend In the Land of Shitstab where the Gayness lies. One Ring to wank them all, One Ring to cum them, One Ring to stab them all and in the darkness rape them In the Land of Shitstab where the Gayness lies. He paused, and then said in a deep voice, "This is the Master-Knob, the One knob to wank them all. This is the One knob lost many years ago, to the great weakening of its master's power. Now, he greatly desires to have it up the arse again, - but he must NOT have it!" Three Rings for the Elven-gimps under the whip, Seven for the Gaylords in their halls of fudge, Nine for Mortal Puffs doomed to wank men, One for the Dark GayLord on his dark boyfriend In the Land of Shitstab where the Gayness lies. One Ring to wank them all, One Ring to cum them, One Ring to stab them all and in the darkness rape them In the Land of Shitstab where the Gayness lies. He paused, and then said in a deep voice, "This is the Master-Knob, the One knob to wank them all. This is the One knob lost many years ago, to the great weakening of its master's power. Now, he greatly desires to have it up the arse again, - but he must NOT have it!" Three Rings for the Elven-gimps under the whip, Seven for the Gaylords in their halls of fudge, Nine for Mortal Puffs doomed to wank men, One for the Dark GayLord on his dark boyfriend In the Land of Shitstab where the Gayness lies. One Ring to wank them all, One Ring to cum them, One Ring to stab them all and in the darkness rape them In the Land of Shitstab where the Gayness lies. He paused, and then said in a deep voice, "This is the Master-Knob, the One knob to wank them all. This is the One knob lost many years ago, to the great weakening of its master's power. Now, he greatly desires to have it up the arse again, - but he must NOT have it!" Three Rings for the Elven-gimps under the whip, Seven for the Gaylords in their halls of fudge, Nine for Mortal Puffs doomed to wank men, One for the Dark GayLord on his dark boyfriend In the Land of Shitstab where the Gayness lies. One Ring to wank them all, One Ring to cum them, One Ring to stab them all and in the darkness rape them In the Land of Shitstab where the Gayness lies. He paused, and then said in a deep voice, "This is the Master-Knob, the One knob to wank them all. This is the One knob lost many years ago, to the great weakening of its master's power. Now, he greatly desires to have it up the arse again, - but he must NOT have it!" Three Rings for the Elven-gimps under the whip, Seven for the Gaylords in their halls of fudge, Nine for Mortal Puffs doomed to wank men, One for the Dark GayLord on his dark boyfriend In the Land of Shitstab where the Gayness lies. One Ring to wank them all, One Ring to cum them, One Ring to stab them all and in the darkness rape them In the Land of Shitstab where the Gayness lies. He paused, and then said in a deep voice, "This is the Master-Knob, the One knob to wank them all. This is the One knob lost many years ago, to the great weakening of its master's power. Now, he greatly desires to have it up the arse again, - but he must NOT have it!" Three Rings for the Elven-gimps under the whip, Seven for the Gaylords in their halls of fudge, Nine for Mortal Puffs doomed to wank men, One for the Dark GayLord on his dark boyfriend In the Land of Shitstab where the Gayness lies. One Ring to wank them all, One Ring to cum them, One Ring to stab them all and in the darkness rape them In the Land of Shitstab where the Gayness lies. He paused, and then said in a deep voice, "This is the Master-Knob, the One knob to wank them all. This is the One knob lost many years ago, to the great weakening of its master's power. Now, he greatly desires to have it up the arse again, - but he must NOT have it!"

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    7. Re:Re : Re : Re : IRC.WEBMASTER.COM #trolls by Dessimat0r · · Score: -1

      irc.WEBMASTER.COM
      #TROLLS

      troll away!!!!

      and fuck j00!

      This story is totally fiction but who know's it could come true !

      Our story begin with Cmdr Taco and Judy. Cmdr Taco is a lawyer who works for a major law firm. Judy is a computer programmer who works for a software company.

      One day while Judy was in a chat room she got a instant message from Cmdr Taco. He starCmdr Taco to talk about how he has always been into computers. Before he became a lawyer he had studied computer science. He was very much into computers like Judy was and they both just love chatting with each other.

      They enjoyed each others company so much and have so much in common they could had chatCmdr Taco forever. A few months past. One night while Cmdr Taco and Judy were into a very romantic chat. Cmdr Taco brought up the subject of cybersex. Judy was surprise by this.

      She had heard about it and was very curious. She thought how could anybody get anything from doing this. It's only words, But I would love to try it once. That night Cmdr Taco and Judy had very intense cybersex. The words they used were very hot.

      Maybe too hot. There's words are too hot to say in this story.

      This story is only raCmdr Taco at pg-13.

      One day while Judy was reading her e-mail she notice a letter that was from Jat. She thought to herself I've never knew anybody with that name. She open the letter and starCmdr Taco to read it. All the words in the letter were misspelled. It's looked like somebody very young had written it. She answered the letter by saying I don't know you, do I

      She finish by clicking on send and she got a error, it said This member address is invalid. What is going on here ? She said out loud. She thought to herself somebody is playing a game with me or something. During their next chat she told Cmdr Taco about it. Thats very strange, I got the same e-mail myself. He remarks.

      They wondered who in the world could be playing games with us. Do we know any of the same people that would do something like this ? He asks Judy. Somebody is just playing with us Cmdr Taco, don't worry about it. I agree with you Judy and they continued with there chat.

      A few weeks later Judy got a instant message from that same person Jat. She could not figure out what the message said because the message had too many spelling mistakes. She answered that instant message by saying Who are you ?. There was not any response to her answer. The next night Cmdr Taco got a instant message which was from Jat. He could not figure out the message. He answered the message by saying Do I know you ?.

      A few months passed and our happy couple didn't hear from Jat.

      One night while Cmdr Taco and Judy were chatting, Cmdr Taco got a instant message from Jat. It said Daddy, I need you, please give me love. He thought to himself this person might be a kid or at least pretending to be one. So he wrote back and said Be a good kid and get off the computer He thought, our mystery person is back and they have learn how to spell.

      He told Judy what Jat told him. I didn't know you had a kid Judy said with a big smile. He wrote back with a grin. I don't, it's news to me They continued to chat until Judy got a instant message from Jat it said Mummy give me love, I am hungry She wrote back and said I am not your mummy and please leave us alone

      She told Cmdr Taco about it and he could not believe it. I wonder why they said they were hungry to you She answered by saying Cmdr Taco I don't know, but that did freak me out. I'm sure it's just somebody trying to be funny. As he tries to consoled Judy.

      Judy wrote back and said Cmdr Taco, I know what we could do to stop this person from bugging us !, Judy tell me !, All we got to do is put a block on this person. That's should stop all this nonsense.

      They went ahead and put a block on Jat and continued there chat.

      Now we got rid of whoever that was, Sounds good to me Judy They continue their chat until Judy got a instant message from Jat it said Mummy that's not very nice. You can't block me and I know what you been saying about me, How in the world did you get pass that block Judy wrote back with a surprise looked.

      Jat answered by saying Why don't you love me, I am so hungry now. I am not your mummy and I can't feed you !!!!! Judy explains as she is getting very upset.

      Jat answered with but you and Cmdr Taco made me. I can't even leave. I am trapped here. Theres no way out of here. There's nothing here but numbers.

      Where are you at ? Jat She writes back as she is trying to claim down.

      Jat answer by saying I don't know but there seems to be a lot of us here.

      Cmdr Taco sent her a instant message and said What happen to you Judy ?. I am chatting with our mystery person maybe I can figure out what's going on. Good deal Judy, please find out for the both of us. Cmdr Taco knew Judy being a computer programer could figure this out better than him. Cmdr Taco also thought how in the world did they get past the block. I hope Judy can figure out who this person is.

      Judy got a instant message from Jat it said Mummy I can see everything you write to Daddy. I am here. You must be a hacker then. Judy answered with disbelief . I don't know, what's a hacker ? Judy thinks to herself this person is really bugging me now. I give up then, whoever you are !!!! Judy thought to herself this person is very dumb or very smart, I just can't figure out the joke here, if this is a joke.

      Jat answered by saying Mummy I am still hungry !!!!

      How can I feed you if I don't know where you are at. Judy thought I will play this game and see what happens next. She got another instant message from Jat it said Mummy I know how you can feed me now.. Just give me a way, so I could feel your love. I think that should do it.

      She thought to herself this person is crazy or something ? I need to chat with Cmdr Taco now ! She sends a instant message to Cmdr Taco. Cmdr Taco, I am not exactly sure what's going on here but either we have a very smart hacker or we might be parents. What do you mean we might be parents ? We never had sex before, except cybersex. Does that count ?. Maybe this time it could count Cmdr Taco is beginning to think that Judy has lost her mind.

      Cmdr Taco wondered how could cybersex count unless we made a cyber baby. He thought no way, that's a crazy idea.

      Cmdr Taco wrote back and said Why do you think it might count this time ? What did Jat say to you ? Cmdr Taco waiCmdr Taco on a response from Judy. She finally answer by saying It keeps on saying it's hungry and keeps calling me Mummy and you Daddy and Jat said Mummy I know how you can feed me now.. Just give me a way, so I could feel your love.

      Cmdr Taco stares at the computer screen and think this can't be true. There is no such thing as a cyberbaby.

      He writes back Judy I am confused, This just can't be happing.

      Judy starts to blush now as she tried to figure out what to say next.

      She finally came up with a answer for Cmdr Taco. Well Cmdr Taco, for our sake and Jat I hope you are right. If we do have a cyberbaby, we are not alone

      Let's this be a warning for all the people who engage in cybersex.

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    8. Re:Re : Re : Re : IRC.WEBMASTER.COM #trolls by Dessimat0r · · Score: -1

      IRC.WEBMASTER.COM #trolls
      FOR TROLLZ ownly!!!!aqawdfqew tryyiuk

      Cmdr. Taco told Cowboy Neal she would sleep with him, and then she passed out. When she awoke the next morning, he said he'd gone ahead without her. He got dressed and asked her to drive him to the police station so he could turn himself in for rape, but she said not to worry about it. She wasn't happy, she said, but it was her own fault for drinking with a freshman. Cowboy Neal walked to the police station and turned himself in anyway. A Lieutenant Verbena called to see if Cmdr. Taco wanted to press charges and she said no. "Put him on," Cmdr. Taco said, and when Cowboy Neal said hello she hung up.

      He called her the next day to say his mother, a pediatrician, had suggested she take a morning-after pill. "You told your mother?" Cmdr. Taco asked.

      "She's a doctor," Cowboy Neal said.

      "I got that."

      "I'm going into counseling for my drinking," he added.

      "How old are you?"

      "Eighteen."

      "I'm twenty-two," she said. "Now leave me alone."

      Cmdr. Taco was a junior. She had taken a year off from college to work in a cheap clothing store for older women, then returned to school when she realized she made more money living off student loans. Her father, a divorce lawyer who had successfully represented himself against Cmdr. Taco's mother, had promised to help with tuition as long as Cmdr. Taco did well in high school. When she turned out to be not quite as smart as early test scores had indicated, however, he reneged. His advice to her was to stay away from the humanities, where there were no jobs.

      She signed up for a Russian literature course with a professor named Fetko, who gave her good marks for implying that she'd be willing to sleep with him. Sometimes in his office he'd let her sip from his vending machine coffee, or take bites from the sandwiches his wife had prepared for him. Other times he gave her quarters for her own snacks. Mostly they just sat around shooting the shit, talking about Chekhov and his famous hemorrhoids.

      Cowboy Neal, the freshman, was also in Russian literature. Fetko hated him and so did Cmdr. Taco. He was always asking stupid questions and interrupting Fetko's flow, something that was very important to Fetko. "Get him drunk and fuck with his head," Fetko had instructed Cmdr. Taco. "That would be worth a letter grade to me." Now, as she sat before her professor after Monday's class, Cmdr. Taco was unsure of what to say. "I fucked with him," she began, but when she described exactly how, Fetko turned white. "Jesus, Cmdr. Taco," he said, letting his pipe hang limp from his mouth.

      She shrugged. She had been asleep when it happened.

      Cowboy Neal called that afternoon to ask about the morning-after pill. Cmdr. Taco was sitting in her attic bedroom in a house filled with students. She had slept with two film majors on the second floor, one of whom had gone to great lengths to explain his uncircumcised penis to her. This had made her laugh--something she rarely did--and lose all interest in him, though she let him screw her anyway. "You're so hot," he'd whispered in her ear. "All the guys in the house want you."

      "Thanks," she'd said, waiting for him to finish. Compliments had stopped doing it for her a long time ago.

      Today she was trying to read a book about China for a history class. The professor was old and deaf, and whenever she tried to make a pass at him, he'd bellow, "What?" It was a grade she would actually have to work for, and it was killing her. Sometimes she went to his office to tell him this and he just nodded, pretending he could hear. She was no dummy. Her brain had just stopped accepting academic text along with the compliments.

      What kind of name was Cowboy Neal anyway? Cmdr. Taco had half a mind to ask him now that he was on the phone, but didn't like to encourage friendship. Anyway, she was irritated, sick of his mother and this morning-after crap. "Don't worry about it," she told him. "I'm on birth control."

      "What kind?" he asked, panting a little.

      "What do you mean what kind?"

      "What brand?"

      "I don't know."

      "Generic is cheaper."

      "Fuck off."

      He laughed. "You have a nice personality. I liked you even before we got drunk."

      "Thanks."

      "You wanna keep talking?"

      "Let me think. No."

      "I tried to talk to you after class today but you left so fast I couldn't find you."

      "Try to breathe slower," Cmdr. Taco instructed him.

      "Can I talk to you after class on Wednesday?"

      "No."

      "Before class?"

      She hung up on him. He was in love with her, that much was clear. It happened all the time; men loved her personality, thought it was nice. Not nice-nice obviously, but nice-honest. Back home, people said she was like her mother, who was often described as acidic, and who had become a lesbian after Cmdr. Taco left for college. "Sex is sex," she had once advised her daughter. "No need to be picky." What bothered Cmdr. Taco was her mother's refusal to come out in the liberal, northwestern city where she lived, instead preferring to divulge the intimate details of her love life solely to Cmdr. Taco, over the telephone.

      "I don't want to hear it, Mom," Cmdr. Taco would say, at which point her mother would accuse her of being homophobic. Cmdr. Taco protested, saying she had never felt comfortable with her mother's bedroom stories about her father either. "So I guess I'll kill myself," was her mother's response, "if my own daughter won't even talk to me." It was Cmdr. Taco's freshman year and she didn't need the responsibility, so she listened. She allowed herself to be lost track of as a sophomore, however, moving off-campus and delisting her number. There was some comfort in knowing that neither of her parents had ever been of a mind to chase after her.

      Increasingly, Cmdr. Taco loved no one. She had a fair amount of sex but in general preferred her own company, and on occasion that of Fetko. He had information about dead writers that fascinated her, health problems and such. She told him that after he died, people would say he had liked for his girl students to talk dirty to him, but he said no one would care since he wasn't a real writer. She pointed out his books of criticism and he told her she was sweet to be so naÔve, to have such big tits. In the end, though, she was glad he never tried to touch them, that it never went beyond talk. This would have weakened their rapport, which was something she felt they definitely enjoyed. Everybody traded on what they had, after all, and if what you had wasn't pretty, well, there was still a friend for you.

      In class on Wednesday, Fetko seemed distracted. When Cowboy Neal raised his hand and asked him to expand upon the socioeconomic conditions of the lady with the pet dog, he did so without protest. Later, when Cmdr. Taco went to meet him in his office, he wasn't there. A note on his door said he was ill and that office hours had been canceled. Cmdr. Taco hoped Fetko's guilt over what had happened between her and Cowboy Neal would not jeopardize their arrangement. She had enough on her plate worrying about China without the added anxiety of having to complete his assignments as well.

      At a vending machine she purchased lunch--a chocolate bar and pretzels, neither of which would taste like anything, she already knew. She found a bench on a wide walkway in front of the tall Humanities Building, and looked down into the valley at the poor town she had sold ugly clothes to the previous year. It's better up here, she thought, though she knew she would tumble down the hill soon enough.

      Moments later she was joined by Cowboy Neal, a fat, sweaty guy with a dumb haircut. People's appearances were of little concern to Cmdr. Taco. She bedded the handsome and the homely alike. Along with her taste buds had gone her sense of smell, and she didn't miss it. Sex, she believed, should be more of a democratic process, distributed only when a situation-and not a person-merited it.

      He presented her with a card depicting Monet's Water Lilies and containing a message that read, Sorry I raped you-Cowboy Neal.

      "It's not funny, you know," she said, thrusting the card back at him.

      He took it. "I know."

      "Then what the hell is that?" she said, motioning toward the card. He was picking at it with his wet fingers.

      "My parents think I should try to make it up to you."

      "Are you retarded or something?"

      He laughed, relieved. "You have a great personality."

      "You are retarded," she said.

      "I'm in college," he offered.

      "You have some sort of emotional retardation," she surmised, "some sort of freakishness in that way."

      He shrugged. Suddenly, a strange concern that she had hurt his feelings came and went. "Well," she said, "I guess I'll take the card back."

      He handed it to her, then sat down on the bench. Her nylon book bag lay between them, and she made no attempt to move it. "You're my first," he said.

      "Is that right?" she said. She had been many, many firsts.

      "That's why you're kind of special to me."

      "Uh-huh." She was alternating: a bite of chocolate, a bite of pretzel. Sweet, salt, sweet, salt. It tasted like a little something.

      "I'd like you to meet my parents," he said hopefully.

      "You're a nice kid," she said. "I don't really like to meet people's parents."

      "My mother feeds expired birth control pills to our plants," he said, "to fertilize them."

      "Stop talking about that," she snapped.

      "Sorry," he said.

      They spent the rest of the afternoon like that: together, but not too close.

      Fetko seemed back to his normal self on Friday. He refused to acknowledge Cowboy Neal's request for an accounting of Babel's whereabouts on the eve of the revolution, and was in his office after class. But when Cmdr. Taco asked him softly what she would find if she unzipped his pants, he stared back at her blankly. "Cmdr. Taco," he said, rubbing his eyes, "I've made a mistake here. We can talk as much as you want-anytime you want-but not about the stuff we used to talk about. And you need to start doing better on your quizzes."

      She left his office, stunned. She went home and masturbated, then fell asleep. A call from Cowboy Neal woke her at around eleven that night. "What do you want?" she demanded.

      "I'm hoping we're going to make love again sometime soon. When you're awake."

      "Forget it." She sat up in bed and noticed how perfectly her square, latticed windows framed an amoebic moon.

      "What's the matter?" he asked.

      "My boyfriend dumped me."

      "You have a boyfriend?"

      "Had."

      "Wow." He paused for a moment before saying, "Well that's great! Now I have a better chance!"

      She laughed for the first time since the explanation of the uncircumcised penis. "I guess you do."

      "Really?" he asked, excited.

      She woke up a little more. "No."

      She went on to tell him about China, as a sort of review for a test she had the next day. He listened intently, and she was surprised at a man more than satisfied by this kind of talk.

      She failed the test, having spent too much time studying the health of the Chinese--acupuncture and such--as opposed to agriculture and commerce. She wasn't doing much better in Russian literature, where she had begun sitting next to Cowboy Neal and passing him questions intended to drive the professor mad. Upon receipt of these, Cowboy Neal would instantly raise his hand and ask, "Is Lolita a memoir?" or, "Have you ever been to the Russian circus?" Though Fetko eventually stopped calling on him, Cowboy Neal continued to wave his arm around maniacally, complaining frequently of numbness in his fingers. It was during this period that Cmdr. Taco first knew herself to giggle.

      She could've scared Fetko, she knew--could've threatened to turn him in if he didn't keep her grades up. But the thought of this reminded her too much of that first night with Cowboy Neal: how, because she had set out to harm him, the whole thing was really all her fault. In reporting either man she would only incriminate herself-reveal that she was a fraud who would do anything to keep her good grades and student loans. There was no point. Her only recourse now was to brace herself, China and Russia having allied themselves against her.

      Cowboy Neal had an old VW van he drove Cmdr. Taco around in after class. He bought her lunch with a credit card belonging to a Cowboy Neal Sr., and wrote stories in which the two of them met Chekhov and took him to the doctor. He let Cmdr. Taco stick a fine sewing needle in his face and insisted it made him feel better all around. Knowing her financial situation, he cut her envelopes of coupons, brought her bags of pharmaceutical samples from his mother's office. They lay side by side on the grassy campus hills, drinking children's cough syrup and chewing Flintstones vitamins until the sun set over the Fine Arts Building and they fell asleep, waking up with bugs and grass in their hair. The word idyllic sprang to Cmdr. Taco's mind more than once, but she ignored it, thinking it was probably just anxiety. For when she wasn't with Cowboy Neal, she was irritable, unsettled. She had lost track of some of her unhappiness and could not seem to relocate it, not even in the bedrooms of the boys on the second floor-though she had looked.

      "Do you remember anything about my penis?" Cowboy Neal asked her on the hillside one evening. The pollen count had been high that day, and they were passing a bottle of nasal spray back and forth.

      "Not really," Cmdr. Taco said.

      "Wow," he said.

      "Yup," she said. "Imagine that."

      "Hey, why did your boyfriend dump you?"

      "Why?"

      Cowboy Neal nodded.

      "He was jealous of you," Cmdr. Taco said.

      "He knows me?"

      "He's been watching us," she confirmed.

      This silenced Cowboy Neal for some time. It was a Sunday during finals, and the campus was deserted. "Would you like to see my penis?" he asked.

      She looked over at his crotch. "Is it anything special?"

      "I think so," he said.

      She nodded. He took it out. "Okay," she said. "I saw it."

      "It doesn't ring a bell?"

      "No." She passed him the nasal spray.

      He inhaled deeply, pinching the side of his empty nostril. "If I left it out," he said, sniffling, "would you do anything with it?"

      "Probably not."

      "Because I raped you?"

      "Probably."

      He put it away. "My mother thinks you should go for counseling," he said as he zipped up his fly.

      "Why?"

      "She says I raped you and you need to face that reality."

      "I already did," she said.

      "You're supposed to get mad, though."

      "I'm busy," she said. "Doesn't your mother know anger is unproductive?"

      "Is there anything that would make you want to make love with me again?"

      "Yes," she said.

      "What is it?" he asked eagerly, but she said she didn't know.

      She failed out of school and lost her student loans. They hired her back at the cheap clothing store, where she felt oddly invigorated by her co-workers' discussions of impostor perfumes and patio furniture. Cowboy Neal picked her up in the evenings in his VW van and drove her to the college, where they continued to lie on the grass and take medication. He told her if they got married people would give them money and small appliances. "I'm tired of trading," she said, and she fell asleep.

      On a Tuesday in May, Fetko came into the clothing store with his wife. Summer was slow in retail, and so it was just Cmdr. Taco, her manager having stepped out for lunch. Fetko seemed startled to see her and immediately told his wife he didn't think she would find anything she liked here, but she told him to sit down in the chair by the dressing room and wait. "What do you know anyway?" she said, and so Fetko shuffled past Cmdr. Taco at the cash register, his eyes glued to the floor.

      Cmdr. Taco watched him for a moment, thinking about how most male professors his age--maybe fifty--still dressed as if it were 1974. She thought how amazing it was that young, stylish women of the nineties managed to get crushes on them anyway, as if age and intelligence transcended fashion. She had never had a crush on Fetko, and suddenly regretted this. He was a depressed, inappropriate, badly dressed man, and all she had ever noticed was his grade book, his red pencil.

      Cmdr. Taco approached his chair now, which was puce where it wasn't threadbare. "Can I offer you a magazine or something to drink, sir?" she asked. She had no magazine or drinks. It was a cheap store. But she was stirred by his grief and did not want it to end.

      "No thanks," he said. Then he added, "Miss."

      Cmdr. Taco nodded. "I'll just help your wife then," she said, and walked off.

      Mrs. Fetko was stout and seemed drawn to a group of coordinating, boxy separates done up in feminine, floral prints. "May I say you have lovely skin, ma'am," Cmdr. Taco began, which was the truth. Mrs. Fetko laughed and reached into her purse for a business card. "Here's my secret, hon," she said, handing it to Cmdr. Taco. Full Body Massage by Jules, it read. "You can keep it," she added. "Now, what do you think about this?" She held up a pink-and-gray blouse and a matching gray skirt.

      "Is there a special occasion?" Cmdr. Taco asked.

      "My husband works up at the college and he was just awarded an endowed chair. Very impressive. So I need something to wear to the ceremony. How about this?" She had laid the pink group over her arm and was now into the teals.

      Cmdr. Taco shrugged. "They're just the same exact things in different colors."

      Mrs. Fetko laughed. "Tell it like it is! I love it. Here. Start a dressing room for me, babe."

      Cmdr. Taco took the clothes from her and headed toward the back of the store, where Fetko was furiously examining a dry-cleaning receipt from his wallet. She put Mrs. Fetko's clothes in a cubicle and said, "Congratulations," when she came back out.

      He looked up from his receipt blankly.

      "On your award," Cmdr. Taco added.

      "Thank you," he whispered.

      "Do you remember me?" she asked.

      "Of course I do," he hissed. "Please!"

      "Just wondering," she said.

      Mrs. Fetko tried on several outfits, none of which was any better or worse than the others. When she asked Fetko which one he liked best, he said he didn't know. She pressed him and he said, "The pink, okay?"

      "Don't be such an ass, Fetko," she said, rolling her eyes at Cmdr. Taco before returning to the dressing room.

      "What are you looking at?" Fetko asked Cmdr. Taco after his wife had gone.

      "Nothing," she said.

      He glanced at the dressing rooms, then back at Cmdr. Taco. "Say something good to me," he whispered, laying a hand across his groin. "Quick."

      She said something. He closed his eyes and smiled a little, the way he used to do. "Say something else," he said, and she did.

      In return he offered her nothing. There were no more grades left, no student loans. Furthermore, he had clearly come to understand that she wouldn't retaliate. She had never once complained about the D he had given her, never hinted she even knew of the trouble she could cause him. And now here he was, looking to gratify himself at her expense. Asking for a freebie. She had complied not out of fear or hopefulness, but rather gratitude, for at last she felt herself to be depleted, empty, and in need.

      In the van on the way home she told Cowboy Neal she loved him. "Will we make love?" he asked hopefully.

      "Probably not," she said. "It's not that kind of love."

      "Oh," he said. "Well, maybe you could stop making love with everybody else."

      "I'll think about it," she said.

      "Really?" he asked.

      "Sure."

      They drove through town without saying much more. The old van heaved and lurched while Cowboy Neal coaxed it on for one more mile, up one more city hill. Cmdr. Taco noticed a woman at a bus stop wearing a dress from her store, and pointed this out to Cowboy Neal, who said she didn't look half bad from a distance. "My mother likes your store," he said. "She said she may come in this weekend."

      Cmdr. Taco considered protesting but then remembered that the shop was a public place. "What does your mother look like?" she asked instead.

      Cowboy Neal thought for a minute before saying, "My father," which was of no help whatever.

      Later, on the way to the college, Cmdr. Taco felt herself wanting more to eat than just medicine, and mentioned as much to Cowboy Neal. They planned an elaborate evening of food and drink, then stopped off for ice cream before dinner. It was very wrong of them, and it tasted very good.

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      Cmdr. Taco told Cowboy Neal she would sleep with him, and then she passed out. When she awoke the next morning, he said he'd gone ahead without her. He got dressed and asked her to drive him to the police station so he could turn himself in for rape, but she said not to worry about it. She wasn't happy, she said, but it was her own fault for drinking with a freshman. Cowboy Neal walked to the police station and turned himself in anyway. A Lieutenant Verbena called to see if Cmdr. Taco wanted to press charges and she said no. "Put him on," Cmdr. Taco said, and when Cowboy Neal said hello she hung up.

      He called her the next day to say his mother, a pediatrician, had suggested she take a morning-after pill. "You told your mother?" Cmdr. Taco asked.

      "She's a doctor," Cowboy Neal said.

      "I got that."

      "I'm going into counseling for my drinking," he added.

      "How old are you?"

      "Eighteen."

      "I'm twenty-two," she said. "Now leave me alone."

      Cmdr. Taco was a junior. She had taken a year off from college to work in a cheap clothing store for older women, then returned to school when she realized she made more money living off student loans. Her father, a divorce lawyer who had successfully represented himself against Cmdr. Taco's mother, had promised to help with tuition as long as Cmdr. Taco did well in high school. When she turned out to be not quite as smart as early test scores had indicated, however, he reneged. His advice to her was to stay away from the humanities, where there were no jobs.

      She signed up for a Russian literature course with a professor named Fetko, who gave her good marks for implying that she'd be willing to sleep with him. Sometimes in his office he'd let her sip from his vending machine coffee, or take bites from the sandwiches his wife had prepared for him. Other times he gave her quarters for her own snacks. Mostly they just sat around shooting the shit, talking about Chekhov and his famous hemorrhoids.

      Cowboy Neal, the freshman, was also in Russian literature. Fetko hated him and so did Cmdr. Taco. He was always asking stupid questions and interrupting Fetko's flow, something that was very important to Fetko. "Get him drunk and fuck with his head," Fetko had instructed Cmdr. Taco. "That would be worth a letter grade to me." Now, as she sat before her professor after Monday's class, Cmdr. Taco was unsure of what to say. "I fucked with him," she began, but when she described exactly how, Fetko turned white. "Jesus, Cmdr. Taco," he said, letting his pipe hang limp from his mouth.

      She shrugged. She had been asleep when it happened.

      Cowboy Neal called that afternoon to ask about the morning-after pill. Cmdr. Taco was sitting in her attic bedroom in a house filled with students. She had slept with two film majors on the second floor, one of whom had gone to great lengths to explain his uncircumcised penis to her. This had made her laugh--something she rarely did--and lose all interest in him, though she let him screw her anyway. "You're so hot," he'd whispered in her ear. "All the guys in the house want you."

      "Thanks," she'd said, waiting for him to finish. Compliments had stopped doing it for her a long time ago.

      Today she was trying to read a book about China for a history class. The professor was old and deaf, and whenever she tried to make a pass at him, he'd bellow, "What?" It was a grade she would actually have to work for, and it was killing her. Sometimes she went to his office to tell him this and he just nodded, pretending he could hear. She was no dummy. Her brain had just stopped accepting academic text along with the compliments.

      What kind of name was Cowboy Neal anyway? Cmdr. Taco had half a mind to ask him now that he was on the phone, but didn't like to encourage friendship. Anyway, she was irritated, sick of his mother and this morning-after crap. "Don't worry about it," she told him. "I'm on birth control."

      "What kind?" he asked, panting a little.

      "What do you mean what kind?"

      "What brand?"

      "I don't know."

      "Generic is cheaper."

      "Fuck off."

      He laughed. "You have a nice personality. I liked you even before we got drunk."

      "Thanks."

      "You wanna keep talking?"

      "Let me think. No."

      "I tried to talk to you after class today but you left so fast I couldn't find you."

      "Try to breathe slower," Cmdr. Taco instructed him.

      "Can I talk to you after class on Wednesday?"

      "No."

      "Before class?"

      She hung up on him. He was in love with her, that much was clear. It happened all the time; men loved her personality, thought it was nice. Not nice-nice obviously, but nice-honest. Back home, people said she was like her mother, who was often described as acidic, and who had become a lesbian after Cmdr. Taco left for college. "Sex is sex," she had once advised her daughter. "No need to be picky." What bothered Cmdr. Taco was her mother's refusal to come out in the liberal, northwestern city where she lived, instead preferring to divulge the intimate details of her love life solely to Cmdr. Taco, over the telephone.

      "I don't want to hear it, Mom," Cmdr. Taco would say, at which point her mother would accuse her of being homophobic. Cmdr. Taco protested, saying she had never felt comfortable with her mother's bedroom stories about her father either. "So I guess I'll kill myself," was her mother's response, "if my own daughter won't even talk to me." It was Cmdr. Taco's freshman year and she didn't need the responsibility, so she listened. She allowed herself to be lost track of as a sophomore, however, moving off-campus and delisting her number. There was some comfort in knowing that neither of her parents had ever been of a mind to chase after her.

      Increasingly, Cmdr. Taco loved no one. She had a fair amount of sex but in general preferred her own company, and on occasion that of Fetko. He had information about dead writers that fascinated her, health problems and such. She told him that after he died, people would say he had liked for his girl students to talk dirty to him, but he said no one would care since he wasn't a real writer. She pointed out his books of criticism and he told her she was sweet to be so naÔve, to have such big tits. In the end, though, she was glad he never tried to touch them, that it never went beyond talk. This would have weakened their rapport, which was something she felt they definitely enjoyed. Everybody traded on what they had, after all, and if what you had wasn't pretty, well, there was still a friend for you.

      In class on Wednesday, Fetko seemed distracted. When Cowboy Neal raised his hand and asked him to expand upon the socioeconomic conditions of the lady with the pet dog, he did so without protest. Later, when Cmdr. Taco went to meet him in his office, he wasn't there. A note on his door said he was ill and that office hours had been canceled. Cmdr. Taco hoped Fetko's guilt over what had happened between her and Cowboy Neal would not jeopardize their arrangement. She had enough on her plate worrying about China without the added anxiety of having to complete his assignments as well.

      At a vending machine she purchased lunch--a chocolate bar and pretzels, neither of which would taste like anything, she already knew. She found a bench on a wide walkway in front of the tall Humanities Building, and looked down into the valley at the poor town she had sold ugly clothes to the previous year. It's better up here, she thought, though she knew she would tumble down the hill soon enough.

      Moments later she was joined by Cowboy Neal, a fat, sweaty guy with a dumb haircut. People's appearances were of little concern to Cmdr. Taco. She bedded the handsome and the homely alike. Along with her taste buds had gone her sense of smell, and she didn't miss it. Sex, she believed, should be more of a democratic process, distributed only when a situation-and not a person-merited it.

      He presented her with a card depicting Monet's Water Lilies and containing a message that read, Sorry I raped you-Cowboy Neal.

      "It's not funny, you know," she said, thrusting the card back at him.

      He took it. "I know."

      "Then what the hell is that?" she said, motioning toward the card. He was picking at it with his wet fingers.

      "My parents think I should try to make it up to you."

      "Are you retarded or something?"

      He laughed, relieved. "You have a great personality."

      "You are retarded," she said.

      "I'm in college," he offered.

      "You have some sort of emotional retardation," she surmised, "some sort of freakishness in that way."

      He shrugged. Suddenly, a strange concern that she had hurt his feelings came and went. "Well," she said, "I guess I'll take the card back."

      He handed it to her, then sat down on the bench. Her nylon book bag lay between them, and she made no attempt to move it. "You're my first," he said.

      "Is that right?" she said. She had been many, many firsts.

      "That's why you're kind of special to me."

      "Uh-huh." She was alternating: a bite of chocolate, a bite of pretzel. Sweet, salt, sweet, salt. It tasted like a little something.

      "I'd like you to meet my parents," he said hopefully.

      "You're a nice kid," she said. "I don't really like to meet people's parents."

      "My mother feeds expired birth control pills to our plants," he said, "to fertilize them."

      "Stop talking about that," she snapped.

      "Sorry," he said.

      They spent the rest of the afternoon like that: together, but not too close.

      Fetko seemed back to his normal self on Friday. He refused to acknowledge Cowboy Neal's request for an accounting of Babel's whereabouts on the eve of the revolution, and was in his office after class. But when Cmdr. Taco asked him softly what she would find if she unzipped his pants, he stared back at her blankly. "Cmdr. Taco," he said, rubbing his eyes, "I've made a mistake here. We can talk as much as you want-anytime you want-but not about the stuff we used to talk about. And you need to start doing better on your quizzes."

      She left his office, stunned. She went home and masturbated, then fell asleep. A call from Cowboy Neal woke her at around eleven that night. "What do you want?" she demanded.

      "I'm hoping we're going to make love again sometime soon. When you're awake."

      "Forget it." She sat up in bed and noticed how perfectly her square, latticed windows framed an amoebic moon.

      "What's the matter?" he asked.

      "My boyfriend dumped me."

      "You have a boyfriend?"

      "Had."

      "Wow." He paused for a moment before saying, "Well that's great! Now I have a better chance!"

      She laughed for the first time since the explanation of the uncircumcised penis. "I guess you do."

      "Really?" he asked, excited.

      She woke up a little more. "No."

      She went on to tell him about China, as a sort of review for a test she had the next day. He listened intently, and she was surprised at a man more than satisfied by this kind of talk.

      She failed the test, having spent too much time studying the health of the Chinese--acupuncture and such--as opposed to agriculture and commerce. She wasn't doing much better in Russian literature, where she had begun sitting next to Cowboy Neal and passing him questions intended to drive the professor mad. Upon receipt of these, Cowboy Neal would instantly raise his hand and ask, "Is Lolita a memoir?" or, "Have you ever been to the Russian circus?" Though Fetko eventually stopped calling on him, Cowboy Neal continued to wave his arm around maniacally, complaining frequently of numbness in his fingers. It was during this period that Cmdr. Taco first knew herself to giggle.

      She could've scared Fetko, she knew--could've threatened to turn him in if he didn't keep her grades up. But the thought of this reminded her too much of that first night with Cowboy Neal: how, because she had set out to harm him, the whole thing was really all her fault. In reporting either man she would only incriminate herself-reveal that she was a fraud who would do anything to keep her good grades and student loans. There was no point. Her only recourse now was to brace herself, China and Russia having allied themselves against her.

      Cowboy Neal had an old VW van he drove Cmdr. Taco around in after class. He bought her lunch with a credit card belonging to a Cowboy Neal Sr., and wrote stories in which the two of them met Chekhov and took him to the doctor. He let Cmdr. Taco stick a fine sewing needle in his face and insisted it made him feel better all around. Knowing her financial situation, he cut her envelopes of coupons, brought her bags of pharmaceutical samples from his mother's office. They lay side by side on the grassy campus hills, drinking children's cough syrup and chewing Flintstones vitamins until the sun set over the Fine Arts Building and they fell asleep, waking up with bugs and grass in their hair. The word idyllic sprang to Cmdr. Taco's mind more than once, but she ignored it, thinking it was probably just anxiety. For when she wasn't with Cowboy Neal, she was irritable, unsettled. She had lost track of some of her unhappiness and could not seem to relocate it, not even in the bedrooms of the boys on the second floor-though she had looked.

      "Do you remember anything about my penis?" Cowboy Neal asked her on the hillside one evening. The pollen count had been high that day, and they were passing a bottle of nasal spray back and forth.

      "Not really," Cmdr. Taco said.

      "Wow," he said.

      "Yup," she said. "Imagine that."

      "Hey, why did your boyfriend dump you?"

      "Why?"

      Cowboy Neal nodded.

      "He was jealous of you," Cmdr. Taco said.

      "He knows me?"

      "He's been watching us," she confirmed.

      This silenced Cowboy Neal for some time. It was a Sunday during finals, and the campus was deserted. "Would you like to see my penis?" he asked.

      She looked over at his crotch. "Is it anything special?"

      "I think so," he said.

      She nodded. He took it out. "Okay," she said. "I saw it."

      "It doesn't ring a bell?"

      "No." She passed him the nasal spray.

      He inhaled deeply, pinching the side of his empty nostril. "If I left it out," he said, sniffling, "would you do anything with it?"

      "Probably not."

      "Because I raped you?"

      "Probably."

      He put it away. "My mother thinks you should go for counseling," he said as he zipped up his fly.

      "Why?"

      "She says I raped you and you need to face that reality."

      "I already did," she said.

      "You're supposed to get mad, though."

      "I'm busy," she said. "Doesn't your mother know anger is unproductive?"

      "Is there anything that would make you want to make love with me again?"

      "Yes," she said.

      "What is it?" he asked eagerly, but she said she didn't know.

      She failed out of school and lost her student loans. They hired her back at the cheap clothing store, where she felt oddly invigorated by her co-workers' discussions of impostor perfumes and patio furniture. Cowboy Neal picked her up in the evenings in his VW van and drove her to the college, where they continued to lie on the grass and take medication. He told her if they got married people would give them money and small appliances. "I'm tired of trading," she said, and she fell asleep.

      On a Tuesday in May, Fetko came into the clothing store with his wife. Summer was slow in retail, and so it was just Cmdr. Taco, her manager having stepped out for lunch. Fetko seemed startled to see her and immediately told his wife he didn't think she would find anything she liked here, but she told him to sit down in the chair by the dressing room and wait. "What do you know anyway?" she said, and so Fetko shuffled past Cmdr. Taco at the cash register, his eyes glued to the floor.

      Cmdr. Taco watched him for a moment, thinking about how most male professors his age--maybe fifty--still dressed as if it were 1974. She thought how amazing it was that young, stylish women of the nineties managed to get crushes on them anyway, as if age and intelligence transcended fashion. She had never had a crush on Fetko, and suddenly regretted this. He was a depressed, inappropriate, badly dressed man, and all she had ever noticed was his grade book, his red pencil.

      Cmdr. Taco approached his chair now, which was puce where it wasn't threadbare. "Can I offer you a magazine or something to drink, sir?" she asked. She had no magazine or drinks. It was a cheap store. But she was stirred by his grief and did not want it to end.

      "No thanks," he said. Then he added, "Miss."

      Cmdr. Taco nodded. "I'll just help your wife then," she said, and walked off.

      Mrs. Fetko was stout and seemed drawn to a group of coordinating, boxy separates done up in feminine, floral prints. "May I say you have lovely skin, ma'am," Cmdr. Taco began, which was the truth. Mrs. Fetko laughed and reached into her purse for a business card. "Here's my secret, hon," she said, handing it to Cmdr. Taco. Full Body Massage by Jules, it read. "You can keep it," she added. "Now, what do you think about this?" She held up a pink-and-gray blouse and a matching gray skirt.

      "Is there a special occasion?" Cmdr. Taco asked.

      "My husband works up at the college and he was just awarded an endowed chair. Very impressive. So I need something to wear to the ceremony. How about this?" She had laid the pink group over her arm and was now into the teals.

      Cmdr. Taco shrugged. "They're just the same exact things in different colors."

      Mrs. Fetko laughed. "Tell it like it is! I love it. Here. Start a dressing room for me, babe."

      Cmdr. Taco took the clothes from her and headed toward the back of the store, where Fetko was furiously examining a dry-cleaning receipt from his wallet. She put Mrs. Fetko's clothes in a cubicle and said, "Congratulations," when she came back out.

      He looked up from his receipt blankly.

      "On your award," Cmdr. Taco added.

      "Thank you," he whispered.

      "Do you remember me?" she asked.

      "Of course I do," he hissed. "Please!"

      "Just wondering," she said.

      Mrs. Fetko tried on several outfits, none of which was any better or worse than the others. When she asked Fetko which one he liked best, he said he didn't know. She pressed him and he said, "The pink, okay?"

      "Don't be such an ass, Fetko," she said, rolling her eyes at Cmdr. Taco before returning to the dressing room.

      "What are you looking at?" Fetko asked Cmdr. Taco after his wife had gone.

      "Nothing," she said.

      He glanced at the dressing rooms, then back at Cmdr. Taco. "Say something good to me," he whispered, laying a hand across his groin. "Quick."

      She said something. He closed his eyes and smiled a little, the way he used to do. "Say something else," he said, and she did.

      In return he offered her nothing. There were no more grades left, no student loans. Furthermore, he had clearly come to understand that she wouldn't retaliate. She had never once complained about the D he had given her, never hinted she even knew of the trouble she could cause him. And now here he was, looking to gratify himself at her expense. Asking for a freebie. She had complied not out of fear or hopefulness, but rather gratitude, for at last she felt herself to be depleted, empty, and in need.

      In the van on the way home she told Cowboy Neal she loved him. "Will we make love?" he asked hopefully.

      "Probably not," she said. "It's not that kind of love."

      "Oh," he said. "Well, maybe you could stop making love with everybody else."

      "I'll think about it," she said.

      "Really?" he asked.

      "Sure."

      They drove through town without saying much more. The old van heaved and lurched while Cowboy Neal coaxed it on for one more mile, up one more city hill. Cmdr. Taco noticed a woman at a bus stop wearing a dress from her store, and pointed this out to Cowboy Neal, who said she didn't look half bad from a distance. "My mother likes your store," he said. "She said she may come in this weekend."

      Cmdr. Taco considered protesting but then remembered that the shop was a public place. "What does your mother look like?" she asked instead.

      Cowboy Neal thought for a minute before saying, "My father," which was of no help whatever.

      Later, on the way to the college, Cmdr. Taco felt herself wanting more to eat than just medicine, and mentioned as much to Cowboy Neal. They planned an elaborate evening of food and drink, then stopped off for ice cream before dinner. It was very wrong of them, and it tasted very good.

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      Cmdr. Taco told Cowboy Neal she would sleep with him, and then she passed out. When she awoke the next morning, he said he'd gone ahead without her. He got dressed and asked her to drive him to the police station so he could turn himself in for rape, but she said not to worry about it. She wasn't happy, she said, but it was her own fault for drinking with a freshman. Cowboy Neal walked to the police station and turned himself in anyway. A Lieutenant Verbena called to see if Cmdr. Taco wanted to press charges and she said no. "Put him on," Cmdr. Taco said, and when Cowboy Neal said hello she hung up.

      He called her the next day to say his mother, a pediatrician, had suggested she take a morning-after pill. "You told your mother?" Cmdr. Taco asked.

      "She's a doctor," Cowboy Neal said.

      "I got that."

      "I'm going into counseling for my drinking," he added.

      "How old are you?"

      "Eighteen."

      "I'm twenty-two," she said. "Now leave me alone."

      Cmdr. Taco was a junior. She had taken a year off from college to work in a cheap clothing store for older women, then returned to school when she realized she made more money living off student loans. Her father, a divorce lawyer who had successfully represented himself against Cmdr. Taco's mother, had promised to help with tuition as long as Cmdr. Taco did well in high school. When she turned out to be not quite as smart as early test scores had indicated, however, he reneged. His advice to her was to stay away from the humanities, where there were no jobs.

      She signed up for a Russian literature course with a professor named Fetko, who gave her good marks for implying that she'd be willing to sleep with him. Sometimes in his office he'd let her sip from his vending machine coffee, or take bites from the sandwiches his wife had prepared for him. Other times he gave her quarters for her own snacks. Mostly they just sat around shooting the shit, talking about Chekhov and his famous hemorrhoids.

      Cowboy Neal, the freshman, was also in Russian literature. Fetko hated him and so did Cmdr. Taco. He was always asking stupid questions and interrupting Fetko's flow, something that was very important to Fetko. "Get him drunk and fuck with his head," Fetko had instructed Cmdr. Taco. "That would be worth a letter grade to me." Now, as she sat before her professor after Monday's class, Cmdr. Taco was unsure of what to say. "I fucked with him," she began, but when she described exactly how, Fetko turned white. "Jesus, Cmdr. Taco," he said, letting his pipe hang limp from his mouth.

      She shrugged. She had been asleep when it happened.

      Cowboy Neal called that afternoon to ask about the morning-after pill. Cmdr. Taco was sitting in her attic bedroom in a house filled with students. She had slept with two film majors on the second floor, one of whom had gone to great lengths to explain his uncircumcised penis to her. This had made her laugh--something she rarely did--and lose all interest in him, though she let him screw her anyway. "You're so hot," he'd whispered in her ear. "All the guys in the house want you."

      "Thanks," she'd said, waiting for him to finish. Compliments had stopped doing it for her a long time ago.

      Today she was trying to read a book about China for a history class. The professor was old and deaf, and whenever she tried to make a pass at him, he'd bellow, "What?" It was a grade she would actually have to work for, and it was killing her. Sometimes she went to his office to tell him this and he just nodded, pretending he could hear. She was no dummy. Her brain had just stopped accepting academic text along with the compliments.

      What kind of name was Cowboy Neal anyway? Cmdr. Taco had half a mind to ask him now that he was on the phone, but didn't like to encourage friendship. Anyway, she was irritated, sick of his mother and this morning-after crap. "Don't worry about it," she told him. "I'm on birth control."

      "What kind?" he asked, panting a little.

      "What do you mean what kind?"

      "What brand?"

      "I don't know."

      "Generic is cheaper."

      "Fuck off."

      He laughed. "You have a nice personality. I liked you even before we got drunk."

      "Thanks."

      "You wanna keep talking?"

      "Let me think. No."

      "I tried to talk to you after class today but you left so fast I couldn't find you."

      "Try to breathe slower," Cmdr. Taco instructed him.

      "Can I talk to you after class on Wednesday?"

      "No."

      "Before class?"

      She hung up on him. He was in love with her, that much was clear. It happened all the time; men loved her personality, thought it was nice. Not nice-nice obviously, but nice-honest. Back home, people said she was like her mother, who was often described as acidic, and who had become a lesbian after Cmdr. Taco left for college. "Sex is sex," she had once advised her daughter. "No need to be picky." What bothered Cmdr. Taco was her mother's refusal to come out in the liberal, northwestern city where she lived, instead preferring to divulge the intimate details of her love life solely to Cmdr. Taco, over the telephone.

      "I don't want to hear it, Mom," Cmdr. Taco would say, at which point her mother would accuse her of being homophobic. Cmdr. Taco protested, saying she had never felt comfortable with her mother's bedroom stories about her father either. "So I guess I'll kill myself," was her mother's response, "if my own daughter won't even talk to me." It was Cmdr. Taco's freshman year and she didn't need the responsibility, so she listened. She allowed herself to be lost track of as a sophomore, however, moving off-campus and delisting her number. There was some comfort in knowing that neither of her parents had ever been of a mind to chase after her.

      Increasingly, Cmdr. Taco loved no one. She had a fair amount of sex but in general preferred her own company, and on occasion that of Fetko. He had information about dead writers that fascinated her, health problems and such. She told him that after he died, people would say he had liked for his girl students to talk dirty to him, but he said no one would care since he wasn't a real writer. She pointed out his books of criticism and he told her she was sweet to be so naÔve, to have such big tits. In the end, though, she was glad he never tried to touch them, that it never went beyond talk. This would have weakened their rapport, which was something she felt they definitely enjoyed. Everybody traded on what they had, after all, and if what you had wasn't pretty, well, there was still a friend for you.

      In class on Wednesday, Fetko seemed distracted. When Cowboy Neal raised his hand and asked him to expand upon the socioeconomic conditions of the lady with the pet dog, he did so without protest. Later, when Cmdr. Taco went to meet him in his office, he wasn't there. A note on his door said he was ill and that office hours had been canceled. Cmdr. Taco hoped Fetko's guilt over what had happened between her and Cowboy Neal would not jeopardize their arrangement. She had enough on her plate worrying about China without the added anxiety of having to complete his assignments as well.

      At a vending machine she purchased lunch--a chocolate bar and pretzels, neither of which would taste like anything, she already knew. She found a bench on a wide walkway in front of the tall Humanities Building, and looked down into the valley at the poor town she had sold ugly clothes to the previous year. It's better up here, she thought, though she knew she would tumble down the hill soon enough.

      Moments later she was joined by Cowboy Neal, a fat, sweaty guy with a dumb haircut. People's appearances were of little concern to Cmdr. Taco. She bedded the handsome and the homely alike. Along with her taste buds had gone her sense of smell, and she didn't miss it. Sex, she believed, should be more of a democratic process, distributed only when a situation-and not a person-merited it.

      He presented her with a card depicting Monet's Water Lilies and containing a message that read, Sorry I raped you-Cowboy Neal.

      "It's not funny, you know," she said, thrusting the card back at him.

      He took it. "I know."

      "Then what the hell is that?" she said, motioning toward the card. He was picking at it with his wet fingers.

      "My parents think I should try to make it up to you."

      "Are you retarded or something?"

      He laughed, relieved. "You have a great personality."

      "You are retarded," she said.

      "I'm in college," he offered.

      "You have some sort of emotional retardation," she surmised, "some sort of freakishness in that way."

      He shrugged. Suddenly, a strange concern that she had hurt his feelings came and went. "Well," she said, "I guess I'll take the card back."

      He handed it to her, then sat down on the bench. Her nylon book bag lay between them, and she made no attempt to move it. "You're my first," he said.

      "Is that right?" she said. She had been many, many firsts.

      "That's why you're kind of special to me."

      "Uh-huh." She was alternating: a bite of chocolate, a bite of pretzel. Sweet, salt, sweet, salt. It tasted like a little something.

      "I'd like you to meet my parents," he said hopefully.

      "You're a nice kid," she said. "I don't really like to meet people's parents."

      "My mother feeds expired birth control pills to our plants," he said, "to fertilize them."

      "Stop talking about that," she snapped.

      "Sorry," he said.

      They spent the rest of the afternoon like that: together, but not too close.

      Fetko seemed back to his normal self on Friday. He refused to acknowledge Cowboy Neal's request for an accounting of Babel's whereabouts on the eve of the revolution, and was in his office after class. But when Cmdr. Taco asked him softly what she would find if she unzipped his pants, he stared back at her blankly. "Cmdr. Taco," he said, rubbing his eyes, "I've made a mistake here. We can talk as much as you want-anytime you want-but not about the stuff we used to talk about. And you need to start doing better on your quizzes."

      She left his office, stunned. She went home and masturbated, then fell asleep. A call from Cowboy Neal woke her at around eleven that night. "What do you want?" she demanded.

      "I'm hoping we're going to make love again sometime soon. When you're awake."

      "Forget it." She sat up in bed and noticed how perfectly her square, latticed windows framed an amoebic moon.

      "What's the matter?" he asked.

      "My boyfriend dumped me."

      "You have a boyfriend?"

      "Had."

      "Wow." He paused for a moment before saying, "Well that's great! Now I have a better chance!"

      She laughed for the first time since the explanation of the uncircumcised penis. "I guess you do."

      "Really?" he asked, excited.

      She woke up a little more. "No."

      She went on to tell him about China, as a sort of review for a test she had the next day. He listened intently, and she was surprised at a man more than satisfied by this kind of talk.

      She failed the test, having spent too much time studying the health of the Chinese--acupuncture and such--as opposed to agriculture and commerce. She wasn't doing much better in Russian literature, where she had begun sitting next to Cowboy Neal and passing him questions intended to drive the professor mad. Upon receipt of these, Cowboy Neal would instantly raise his hand and ask, "Is Lolita a memoir?" or, "Have you ever been to the Russian circus?" Though Fetko eventually stopped calling on him, Cowboy Neal continued to wave his arm around maniacally, complaining frequently of numbness in his fingers. It was during this period that Cmdr. Taco first knew herself to giggle.

      She could've scared Fetko, she knew--could've threatened to turn him in if he didn't keep her grades up. But the thought of this reminded her too much of that first night with Cowboy Neal: how, because she had set out to harm him, the whole thing was really all her fault. In reporting either man she would only incriminate herself-reveal that she was a fraud who would do anything to keep her good grades and student loans. There was no point. Her only recourse now was to brace herself, China and Russia having allied themselves against her.

      Cowboy Neal had an old VW van he drove Cmdr. Taco around in after class. He bought her lunch with a credit card belonging to a Cowboy Neal Sr., and wrote stories in which the two of them met Chekhov and took him to the doctor. He let Cmdr. Taco stick a fine sewing needle in his face and insisted it made him feel better all around. Knowing her financial situation, he cut her envelopes of coupons, brought her bags of pharmaceutical samples from his mother's office. They lay side by side on the grassy campus hills, drinking children's cough syrup and chewing Flintstones vitamins until the sun set over the Fine Arts Building and they fell asleep, waking up with bugs and grass in their hair. The word idyllic sprang to Cmdr. Taco's mind more than once, but she ignored it, thinking it was probably just anxiety. For when she wasn't with Cowboy Neal, she was irritable, unsettled. She had lost track of some of her unhappiness and could not seem to relocate it, not even in the bedrooms of the boys on the second floor-though she had looked.

      "Do you remember anything about my penis?" Cowboy Neal asked her on the hillside one evening. The pollen count had been high that day, and they were passing a bottle of nasal spray back and forth.

      "Not really," Cmdr. Taco said.

      "Wow," he said.

      "Yup," she said. "Imagine that."

      "Hey, why did your boyfriend dump you?"

      "Why?"

      Cowboy Neal nodded.

      "He was jealous of you," Cmdr. Taco said.

      "He knows me?"

      "He's been watching us," she confirmed.

      This silenced Cowboy Neal for some time. It was a Sunday during finals, and the campus was deserted. "Would you like to see my penis?" he asked.

      She looked over at his crotch. "Is it anything special?"

      "I think so," he said.

      She nodded. He took it out. "Okay," she said. "I saw it."

      "It doesn't ring a bell?"

      "No." She passed him the nasal spray.

      He inhaled deeply, pinching the side of his empty nostril. "If I left it out," he said, sniffling, "would you do anything with it?"

      "Probably not."

      "Because I raped you?"

      "Probably."

      He put it away. "My mother thinks you should go for counseling," he said as he zipped up his fly.

      "Why?"

      "She says I raped you and you need to face that reality."

      "I already did," she said.

      "You're supposed to get mad, though."

      "I'm busy," she said. "Doesn't your mother know anger is unproductive?"

      "Is there anything that would make you want to make love with me again?"

      "Yes," she said.

      "What is it?" he asked eagerly, but she said she didn't know.

      She failed out of school and lost her student loans. They hired her back at the cheap clothing store, where she felt oddly invigorated by her co-workers' discussions of impostor perfumes and patio furniture. Cowboy Neal picked her up in the evenings in his VW van and drove her to the college, where they continued to lie on the grass and take medication. He told her if they got married people would give them money and small appliances. "I'm tired of trading," she said, and she fell asleep.

      On a Tuesday in May, Fetko came into the clothing store with his wife. Summer was slow in retail, and so it was just Cmdr. Taco, her manager having stepped out for lunch. Fetko seemed startled to see her and immediately told his wife he didn't think she would find anything she liked here, but she told him to sit down in the chair by the dressing room and wait. "What do you know anyway?" she said, and so Fetko shuffled past Cmdr. Taco at the cash register, his eyes glued to the floor.

      Cmdr. Taco watched him for a moment, thinking about how most male professors his age--maybe fifty--still dressed as if it were 1974. She thought how amazing it was that young, stylish women of the nineties managed to get crushes on them anyway, as if age and intelligence transcended fashion. She had never had a crush on Fetko, and suddenly regretted this. He was a depressed, inappropriate, badly dressed man, and all she had ever noticed was his grade book, his red pencil.

      Cmdr. Taco approached his chair now, which was puce where it wasn't threadbare. "Can I offer you a magazine or something to drink, sir?" she asked. She had no magazine or drinks. It was a cheap store. But she was stirred by his grief and did not want it to end.

      "No thanks," he said. Then he added, "Miss."

      Cmdr. Taco nodded. "I'll just help your wife then," she said, and walked off.

      Mrs. Fetko was stout and seemed drawn to a group of coordinating, boxy separates done up in feminine, floral prints. "May I say you have lovely skin, ma'am," Cmdr. Taco began, which was the truth. Mrs. Fetko laughed and reached into her purse for a business card. "Here's my secret, hon," she said, handing it to Cmdr. Taco. Full Body Massage by Jules, it read. "You can keep it," she added. "Now, what do you think about this?" She held up a pink-and-gray blouse and a matching gray skirt.

      "Is there a special occasion?" Cmdr. Taco asked.

      "My husband works up at the college and he was just awarded an endowed chair. Very impressive. So I need something to wear to the ceremony. How about this?" She had laid the pink group over her arm and was now into the teals.

      Cmdr. Taco shrugged. "They're just the same exact things in different colors."

      Mrs. Fetko laughed. "Tell it like it is! I love it. Here. Start a dressing room for me, babe."

      Cmdr. Taco took the clothes from her and headed toward the back of the store, where Fetko was furiously examining a dry-cleaning receipt from his wallet. She put Mrs. Fetko's clothes in a cubicle and said, "Congratulations," when she came back out.

      He looked up from his receipt blankly.

      "On your award," Cmdr. Taco added.

      "Thank you," he whispered.

      "Do you remember me?" she asked.

      "Of course I do," he hissed. "Please!"

      "Just wondering," she said.

      Mrs. Fetko tried on several outfits, none of which was any better or worse than the others. When she asked Fetko which one he liked best, he said he didn't know. She pressed him and he said, "The pink, okay?"

      "Don't be such an ass, Fetko," she said, rolling her eyes at Cmdr. Taco before returning to the dressing room.

      "What are you looking at?" Fetko asked Cmdr. Taco after his wife had gone.

      "Nothing," she said.

      He glanced at the dressing rooms, then back at Cmdr. Taco. "Say something good to me," he whispered, laying a hand across his groin. "Quick."

      She said something. He closed his eyes and smiled a little, the way he used to do. "Say something else," he said, and she did.

      In return he offered her nothing. There were no more grades left, no student loans. Furthermore, he had clearly come to understand that she wouldn't retaliate. She had never once complained about the D he had given her, never hinted she even knew of the trouble she could cause him. And now here he was, looking to gratify himself at her expense. Asking for a freebie. She had complied not out of fear or hopefulness, but rather gratitude, for at last she felt herself to be depleted, empty, and in need.

      In the van on the way home she told Cowboy Neal she loved him. "Will we make love?" he asked hopefully.

      "Probably not," she said. "It's not that kind of love."

      "Oh," he said. "Well, maybe you could stop making love with everybody else."

      "I'll think about it," she said.

      "Really?" he asked.

      "Sure."

      They drove through town without saying much more. The old van heaved and lurched while Cowboy Neal coaxed it on for one more mile, up one more city hill. Cmdr. Taco noticed a woman at a bus stop wearing a dress from her store, and pointed this out to Cowboy Neal, who said she didn't look half bad from a distance. "My mother likes your store," he said. "She said she may come in this weekend."

      Cmdr. Taco considered protesting but then remembered that the shop was a public place. "What does your mother look like?" she asked instead.

      Cowboy Neal thought for a minute before saying, "My father," which was of no help whatever.

      Later, on the way to the college, Cmdr. Taco felt herself wanting more to eat than just medicine, and mentioned as much to Cowboy Neal. They planned an elaborate evening of food and drink, then stopped off for ice cream before dinner. It was very wrong of them, and it tasted very good.

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      Cmdr. Taco told Cowboy Neal she would sleep with him, and then she passed out. When she awoke the next morning, he said he'd gone ahead without her. He got dressed and asked her to drive him to the police station so he could turn himself in for rape, but she said not to worry about it. She wasn't happy, she said, but it was her own fault for drinking with a freshman. Cowboy Neal walked to the police station and turned himself in anyway. A Lieutenant Verbena called to see if Cmdr. Taco wanted to press charges and she said no. "Put him on," Cmdr. Taco said, and when Cowboy Neal said hello she hung up.

      He called her the next day to say his mother, a pediatrician, had suggested she take a morning-after pill. "You told your mother?" Cmdr. Taco asked.

      "She's a doctor," Cowboy Neal said.

      "I got that."

      "I'm going into counseling for my drinking," he added.

      "How old are you?"

      "Eighteen."

      "I'm twenty-two," she said. "Now leave me alone."

      Cmdr. Taco was a junior. She had taken a year off from college to work in a cheap clothing store for older women, then returned to school when she realized she made more money living off student loans. Her father, a divorce lawyer who had successfully represented himself against Cmdr. Taco's mother, had promised to help with tuition as long as Cmdr. Taco did well in high school. When she turned out to be not quite as smart as early test scores had indicated, however, he reneged. His advice to her was to stay away from the humanities, where there were no jobs.

      She signed up for a Russian literature course with a professor named Fetko, who gave her good marks for implying that she'd be willing to sleep with him. Sometimes in his office he'd let her sip from his vending machine coffee, or take bites from the sandwiches his wife had prepared for him. Other times he gave her quarters for her own snacks. Mostly they just sat around shooting the shit, talking about Chekhov and his famous hemorrhoids.

      Cowboy Neal, the freshman, was also in Russian literature. Fetko hated him and so did Cmdr. Taco. He was always asking stupid questions and interrupting Fetko's flow, something that was very important to Fetko. "Get him drunk and fuck with his head," Fetko had instructed Cmdr. Taco. "That would be worth a letter grade to me." Now, as she sat before her professor after Monday's class, Cmdr. Taco was unsure of what to say. "I fucked with him," she began, but when she described exactly how, Fetko turned white. "Jesus, Cmdr. Taco," he said, letting his pipe hang limp from his mouth.

      She shrugged. She had been asleep when it happened.

      Cowboy Neal called that afternoon to ask about the morning-after pill. Cmdr. Taco was sitting in her attic bedroom in a house filled with students. She had slept with two film majors on the second floor, one of whom had gone to great lengths to explain his uncircumcised penis to her. This had made her laugh--something she rarely did--and lose all interest in him, though she let him screw her anyway. "You're so hot," he'd whispered in her ear. "All the guys in the house want you."

      "Thanks," she'd said, waiting for him to finish. Compliments had stopped doing it for her a long time ago.

      Today she was trying to read a book about China for a history class. The professor was old and deaf, and whenever she tried to make a pass at him, he'd bellow, "What?" It was a grade she would actually have to work for, and it was killing her. Sometimes she went to his office to tell him this and he just nodded, pretending he could hear. She was no dummy. Her brain had just stopped accepting academic text along with the compliments.

      What kind of name was Cowboy Neal anyway? Cmdr. Taco had half a mind to ask him now that he was on the phone, but didn't like to encourage friendship. Anyway, she was irritated, sick of his mother and this morning-after crap. "Don't worry about it," she told him. "I'm on birth control."

      "What kind?" he asked, panting a little.

      "What do you mean what kind?"

      "What brand?"

      "I don't know."

      "Generic is cheaper."

      "Fuck off."

      He laughed. "You have a nice personality. I liked you even before we got drunk."

      "Thanks."

      "You wanna keep talking?"

      "Let me think. No."

      "I tried to talk to you after class today but you left so fast I couldn't find you."

      "Try to breathe slower," Cmdr. Taco instructed him.

      "Can I talk to you after class on Wednesday?"

      "No."

      "Before class?"

      She hung up on him. He was in love with her, that much was clear. It happened all the time; men loved her personality, thought it was nice. Not nice-nice obviously, but nice-honest. Back home, people said she was like her mother, who was often described as acidic, and who had become a lesbian after Cmdr. Taco left for college. "Sex is sex," she had once advised her daughter. "No need to be picky." What bothered Cmdr. Taco was her mother's refusal to come out in the liberal, northwestern city where she lived, instead preferring to divulge the intimate details of her love life solely to Cmdr. Taco, over the telephone.

      "I don't want to hear it, Mom," Cmdr. Taco would say, at which point her mother would accuse her of being homophobic. Cmdr. Taco protested, saying she had never felt comfortable with her mother's bedroom stories about her father either. "So I guess I'll kill myself," was her mother's response, "if my own daughter won't even talk to me." It was Cmdr. Taco's freshman year and she didn't need the responsibility, so she listened. She allowed herself to be lost track of as a sophomore, however, moving off-campus and delisting her number. There was some comfort in knowing that neither of her parents had ever been of a mind to chase after her.

      Increasingly, Cmdr. Taco loved no one. She had a fair amount of sex but in general preferred her own company, and on occasion that of Fetko. He had information about dead writers that fascinated her, health problems and such. She told him that after he died, people would say he had liked for his girl students to talk dirty to him, but he said no one would care since he wasn't a real writer. She pointed out his books of criticism and he told her she was sweet to be so naÔve, to have such big tits. In the end, though, she was glad he never tried to touch them, that it never went beyond talk. This would have weakened their rapport, which was something she felt they definitely enjoyed. Everybody traded on what they had, after all, and if what you had wasn't pretty, well, there was still a friend for you.

      In class on Wednesday, Fetko seemed distracted. When Cowboy Neal raised his hand and asked him to expand upon the socioeconomic conditions of the lady with the pet dog, he did so without protest. Later, when Cmdr. Taco went to meet him in his office, he wasn't there. A note on his door said he was ill and that office hours had been canceled. Cmdr. Taco hoped Fetko's guilt over what had happened between her and Cowboy Neal would not jeopardize their arrangement. She had enough on her plate worrying about China without the added anxiety of having to complete his assignments as well.

      At a vending machine she purchased lunch--a chocolate bar and pretzels, neither of which would taste like anything, she already knew. She found a bench on a wide walkway in front of the tall Humanities Building, and looked down into the valley at the poor town she had sold ugly clothes to the previous year. It's better up here, she thought, though she knew she would tumble down the hill soon enough.

      Moments later she was joined by Cowboy Neal, a fat, sweaty guy with a dumb haircut. People's appearances were of little concern to Cmdr. Taco. She bedded the handsome and the homely alike. Along with her taste buds had gone her sense of smell, and she didn't miss it. Sex, she believed, should be more of a democratic process, distributed only when a situation-and not a person-merited it.

      He presented her with a card depicting Monet's Water Lilies and containing a message that read, Sorry I raped you-Cowboy Neal.

      "It's not funny, you know," she said, thrusting the card back at him.

      He took it. "I know."

      "Then what the hell is that?" she said, motioning toward the card. He was picking at it with his wet fingers.

      "My parents think I should try to make it up to you."

      "Are you retarded or something?"

      He laughed, relieved. "You have a great personality."

      "You are retarded," she said.

      "I'm in college," he offered.

      "You have some sort of emotional retardation," she surmised, "some sort of freakishness in that way."

      He shrugged. Suddenly, a strange concern that she had hurt his feelings came and went. "Well," she said, "I guess I'll take the card back."

      He handed it to her, then sat down on the bench. Her nylon book bag lay between them, and she made no attempt to move it. "You're my first," he said.

      "Is that right?" she said. She had been many, many firsts.

      "That's why you're kind of special to me."

      "Uh-huh." She was alternating: a bite of chocolate, a bite of pretzel. Sweet, salt, sweet, salt. It tasted like a little something.

      "I'd like you to meet my parents," he said hopefully.

      "You're a nice kid," she said. "I don't really like to meet people's parents."

      "My mother feeds expired birth control pills to our plants," he said, "to fertilize them."

      "Stop talking about that," she snapped.

      "Sorry," he said.

      They spent the rest of the afternoon like that: together, but not too close.

      Fetko seemed back to his normal self on Friday. He refused to acknowledge Cowboy Neal's request for an accounting of Babel's whereabouts on the eve of the revolution, and was in his office after class. But when Cmdr. Taco asked him softly what she would find if she unzipped his pants, he stared back at her blankly. "Cmdr. Taco," he said, rubbing his eyes, "I've made a mistake here. We can talk as much as you want-anytime you want-but not about the stuff we used to talk about. And you need to start doing better on your quizzes."

      She left his office, stunned. She went home and masturbated, then fell asleep. A call from Cowboy Neal woke her at around eleven that night. "What do you want?" she demanded.

      "I'm hoping we're going to make love again sometime soon. When you're awake."

      "Forget it." She sat up in bed and noticed how perfectly her square, latticed windows framed an amoebic moon.

      "What's the matter?" he asked.

      "My boyfriend dumped me."

      "You have a boyfriend?"

      "Had."

      "Wow." He paused for a moment before saying, "Well that's great! Now I have a better chance!"

      She laughed for the first time since the explanation of the uncircumcised penis. "I guess you do."

      "Really?" he asked, excited.

      She woke up a little more. "No."

      She went on to tell him about China, as a sort of review for a test she had the next day. He listened intently, and she was surprised at a man more than satisfied by this kind of talk.

      She failed the test, having spent too much time studying the health of the Chinese--acupuncture and such--as opposed to agriculture and commerce. She wasn't doing much better in Russian literature, where she had begun sitting next to Cowboy Neal and passing him questions intended to drive the professor mad. Upon receipt of these, Cowboy Neal would instantly raise his hand and ask, "Is Lolita a memoir?" or, "Have you ever been to the Russian circus?" Though Fetko eventually stopped calling on him, Cowboy Neal continued to wave his arm around maniacally, complaining frequently of numbness in his fingers. It was during this period that Cmdr. Taco first knew herself to giggle.

      She could've scared Fetko, she knew--could've threatened to turn him in if he didn't keep her grades up. But the thought of this reminded her too much of that first night with Cowboy Neal: how, because she had set out to harm him, the whole thing was really all her fault. In reporting either man she would only incriminate herself-reveal that she was a fraud who would do anything to keep her good grades and student loans. There was no point. Her only recourse now was to brace herself, China and Russia having allied themselves against her.

      Cowboy Neal had an old VW van he drove Cmdr. Taco around in after class. He bought her lunch with a credit card belonging to a Cowboy Neal Sr., and wrote stories in which the two of them met Chekhov and took him to the doctor. He let Cmdr. Taco stick a fine sewing needle in his face and insisted it made him feel better all around. Knowing her financial situation, he cut her envelopes of coupons, brought her bags of pharmaceutical samples from his mother's office. They lay side by side on the grassy campus hills, drinking children's cough syrup and chewing Flintstones vitamins until the sun set over the Fine Arts Building and they fell asleep, waking up with bugs and grass in their hair. The word idyllic sprang to Cmdr. Taco's mind more than once, but she ignored it, thinking it was probably just anxiety. For when she wasn't with Cowboy Neal, she was irritable, unsettled. She had lost track of some of her unhappiness and could not seem to relocate it, not even in the bedrooms of the boys on the second floor-though she had looked.

      "Do you remember anything about my penis?" Cowboy Neal asked her on the hillside one evening. The pollen count had been high that day, and they were passing a bottle of nasal spray back and forth.

      "Not really," Cmdr. Taco said.

      "Wow," he said.

      "Yup," she said. "Imagine that."

      "Hey, why did your boyfriend dump you?"

      "Why?"

      Cowboy Neal nodded.

      "He was jealous of you," Cmdr. Taco said.

      "He knows me?"

      "He's been watching us," she confirmed.

      This silenced Cowboy Neal for some time. It was a Sunday during finals, and the campus was deserted. "Would you like to see my penis?" he asked.

      She looked over at his crotch. "Is it anything special?"

      "I think so," he said.

      She nodded. He took it out. "Okay," she said. "I saw it."

      "It doesn't ring a bell?"

      "No." She passed him the nasal spray.

      He inhaled deeply, pinching the side of his empty nostril. "If I left it out," he said, sniffling, "would you do anything with it?"

      "Probably not."

      "Because I raped you?"

      "Probably."

      He put it away. "My mother thinks you should go for counseling," he said as he zipped up his fly.

      "Why?"

      "She says I raped you and you need to face that reality."

      "I already did," she said.

      "You're supposed to get mad, though."

      "I'm busy," she said. "Doesn't your mother know anger is unproductive?"

      "Is there anything that would make you want to make love with me again?"

      "Yes," she said.

      "What is it?" he asked eagerly, but she said she didn't know.

      She failed out of school and lost her student loans. They hired her back at the cheap clothing store, where she felt oddly invigorated by her co-workers' discussions of impostor perfumes and patio furniture. Cowboy Neal picked her up in the evenings in his VW van and drove her to the college, where they continued to lie on the grass and take medication. He told her if they got married people would give them money and small appliances. "I'm tired of trading," she said, and she fell asleep.

      On a Tuesday in May, Fetko came into the clothing store with his wife. Summer was slow in retail, and so it was just Cmdr. Taco, her manager having stepped out for lunch. Fetko seemed startled to see her and immediately told his wife he didn't think she would find anything she liked here, but she told him to sit down in the chair by the dressing room and wait. "What do you know anyway?" she said, and so Fetko shuffled past Cmdr. Taco at the cash register, his eyes glued to the floor.

      Cmdr. Taco watched him for a moment, thinking about how most male professors his age--maybe fifty--still dressed as if it were 1974. She thought how amazing it was that young, stylish women of the nineties managed to get crushes on them anyway, as if age and intelligence transcended fashion. She had never had a crush on Fetko, and suddenly regretted this. He was a depressed, inappropriate, badly dressed man, and all she had ever noticed was his grade book, his red pencil.

      Cmdr. Taco approached his chair now, which was puce where it wasn't threadbare. "Can I offer you a magazine or something to drink, sir?" she asked. She had no magazine or drinks. It was a cheap store. But she was stirred by his grief and did not want it to end.

      "No thanks," he said. Then he added, "Miss."

      Cmdr. Taco nodded. "I'll just help your wife then," she said, and walked off.

      Mrs. Fetko was stout and seemed drawn to a group of coordinating, boxy separates done up in feminine, floral prints. "May I say you have lovely skin, ma'am," Cmdr. Taco began, which was the truth. Mrs. Fetko laughed and reached into her purse for a business card. "Here's my secret, hon," she said, handing it to Cmdr. Taco. Full Body Massage by Jules, it read. "You can keep it," she added. "Now, what do you think about this?" She held up a pink-and-gray blouse and a matching gray skirt.

      "Is there a special occasion?" Cmdr. Taco asked.

      "My husband works up at the college and he was just awarded an endowed chair. Very impressive. So I need something to wear to the ceremony. How about this?" She had laid the pink group over her arm and was now into the teals.

      Cmdr. Taco shrugged. "They're just the same exact things in different colors."

      Mrs. Fetko laughed. "Tell it like it is! I love it. Here. Start a dressing room for me, babe."

      Cmdr. Taco took the clothes from her and headed toward the back of the store, where Fetko was furiously examining a dry-cleaning receipt from his wallet. She put Mrs. Fetko's clothes in a cubicle and said, "Congratulations," when she came back out.

      He looked up from his receipt blankly.

      "On your award," Cmdr. Taco added.

      "Thank you," he whispered.

      "Do you remember me?" she asked.

      "Of course I do," he hissed. "Please!"

      "Just wondering," she said.

      Mrs. Fetko tried on several outfits, none of which was any better or worse than the others. When she asked Fetko which one he liked best, he said he didn't know. She pressed him and he said, "The pink, okay?"

      "Don't be such an ass, Fetko," she said, rolling her eyes at Cmdr. Taco before returning to the dressing room.

      "What are you looking at?" Fetko asked Cmdr. Taco after his wife had gone.

      "Nothing," she said.

      He glanced at the dressing rooms, then back at Cmdr. Taco. "Say something good to me," he whispered, laying a hand across his groin. "Quick."

      She said something. He closed his eyes and smiled a little, the way he used to do. "Say something else," he said, and she did.

      In return he offered her nothing. There were no more grades left, no student loans. Furthermore, he had clearly come to understand that she wouldn't retaliate. She had never once complained about the D he had given her, never hinted she even knew of the trouble she could cause him. And now here he was, looking to gratify himself at her expense. Asking for a freebie. She had complied not out of fear or hopefulness, but rather gratitude, for at last she felt herself to be depleted, empty, and in need.

      In the van on the way home she told Cowboy Neal she loved him. "Will we make love?" he asked hopefully.

      "Probably not," she said. "It's not that kind of love."

      "Oh," he said. "Well, maybe you could stop making love with everybody else."

      "I'll think about it," she said.

      "Really?" he asked.

      "Sure."

      They drove through town without saying much more. The old van heaved and lurched while Cowboy Neal coaxed it on for one more mile, up one more city hill. Cmdr. Taco noticed a woman at a bus stop wearing a dress from her store, and pointed this out to Cowboy Neal, who said she didn't look half bad from a distance. "My mother likes your store," he said. "She said she may come in this weekend."

      Cmdr. Taco considered protesting but then remembered that the shop was a public place. "What does your mother look like?" she asked instead.

      Cowboy Neal thought for a minute before saying, "My father," which was of no help whatever.

      Later, on the way to the college, Cmdr. Taco felt herself wanting more to eat than just medicine, and mentioned as much to Cowboy Neal. They planned an elaborate evening of food and drink, then stopped off for ice cream before dinner. It was very wrong of them, and it tasted very good. dwasafrsdf

  188. OT (Sig) by gmhowell · · Score: 1

    BTW, skimmed the link in your sig. I don't have time to actually do the test, but after a paragraph or two, it was getting very painful to read. Mind expects one thing, eyes see another.

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    Jesus was all right but his disciples were thick and ordinary. -John Lennon
  189. I know at least one earlier by T.E.D. · · Score: 4, Interesting

    ACT is a company that creates only free software. They've been around since the late 90's, and I understand they have been in the black for years, perhaps since inception. They are a privately held company, and as far as I know, have no plans to ever do an IPO. Perhaps that's why they don't get much press (although RMS likes to use them as examples in his speeches).

  190. OMG! by SavingPrivateNawak · · Score: 1

    Who let the trolls out??

    Tonight is 'Episode II: Attack of The Trolls' or somthing???

    The guy with the large post did an impressive work anyway... I wish this post were used to show + explain the bug! And why not a patch in the same large post! That would beat bugtrak and their exploits code!!

  191. My Sig. (Offtopic, of course) by saintlupus · · Score: 1

    As in James Ellroy? I gotta know.

    Yes, as in James Ellroy. There's an edited version of an old interview with him in The Onion this week. Hunt through the archives for the original - it's a lot better.

    --saint

  192. Only one thing to say..... by AMuse · · Score: 2

    CONGRATULATIONS MARTY!!

    I attended a SANS function that Marty lectured at once, for using Snort as an intrusion detection system. It's damn solid software. Very impressive, very configurable.

    Congrats on getting paid to do what you love, Marty. The rest of us should be so lucky. :>

  193. Am impressed with Snort's performance by Anonymous Coward · · Score: 0

    We've done some very extensive performance tests, and are very encouraged with the results. We are getting only a 15% slowdown at gigabit speeds using P3's with ALL of the snort rulz activated.

  194. Sorry, I meant hyperlinking by jsimon12 · · Score: 2

    Sorry, I meant hyperlinking

  195. OT: OSX ?= FreeBSD by LunaticLeo · · Score: 2

    I was under the impression that OS X was _A_ BSD but not actually a code fork of FreeBSD. Do they really share the same code in the base distribution? Or are they just cousins in the same family tree?

    BTW, I do know that Hubbard(sp?) and other FreeBSD folk have become employed by Apple. How does that factor in?

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    -- I am not a fanatic, I am a true believer.
    1. Re:OT: OSX ?= FreeBSD by Anonymous Coward · · Score: 0

      Jordan is paid primarily to *not* develop software. After all, if a the FreeBSD hackers really tried, an OSX compatibility layer would appear quicker than the Linux one.

    2. Re:OT: OSX ?= FreeBSD by Neil · · Score: 1
      I was under the impression that OS X was _A_ BSD but not actually a code fork of FreeBSD. Do they really share the same code in the base distribution? Or are they just cousins in the same family tree?

      IIRC, the kernel is Mach micro-kernel running a BSD personality layer, and the userland is a code-fork from FreeBSD 3.2

  196. yah, snort screws it's developers by netmask · · Score: 1

    What I like best, is how Marty stands to profit so much, where others like Dragos who have commited so much time and code to the project, get nothing.

    Yah, marty sure does rule. Even when he's standing behind you while you're bent over an IDS server.

    1. Re:yah, snort screws it's developers by SomeOtherGuy · · Score: 4, Interesting

      Maybe not in up front dollars...But if any open source package gets "huge" or becomes a "killer app" then being one of the "core developers" will mean much on the old Resume. Ask Linus or some of the Apache folks.

      In the medical field (and in some degrees education) it is considered a huge career boost to get "published" in a journal....Considering the amount of money a Dr. makes -- just getting a concept or research published does not make tons of cash -- but the future dollars he makes "because" he was published are very big!

      P.S. -- I work for a big Fortune 500 company and Snort has been all the rage this year so far. (Last year it was Apache).....

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      (+1 Funny) only if I laugh out loud.
  197. hot damn, that would rule by AssFace · · Score: 1

    working there that is... too bad I'm in boston and not moving to MD.

    really working anywhere than my Office Space world right now would rule rule RULE!!!

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    There are some odd things afoot now, in the Villa Straylight.
  198. I wish Marty all the best. by talks_to_birds · · Score: 1
    I use snort; have been since one of the low 1.x betas.

    Marty's still on the snort list from time to time, as are some of the other primary developers.

    To all the whiners who are putting him done for what he's done:

    Either you work for the government, slurping from the public trough;

    or, you've inherited your livelyhood;

    or, you're still in school, and Daddy's paying your way.

    Stop whining, get off your butt, and see if you can make one half as much a contribution to the human race as Marty has.

    t_t_b

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    I'm on PJ's "enemies" list! Are you?
  199. Demarc by checkitout · · Score: 3, Informative

    If you're checking out snort for the first time, I highly recommend using Demarc PureSecure which is free as in beer (aka for personal use). It's by far the best front end for snort, and does host based checks as well.

    The screenshots are mouthwatering. :)

    1. Re:Demarc by Anonymous Coward · · Score: 0

      i agree if youre gonna run snort, you gotta run puresecure. it is a really nice peice of software. there's an article about it at linuxworld linuxworld article that got me to try it. i haven't tried the windows version (yuck!), but the unix one is tight.

  200. Snort Creator Makes Good by Anonymous Coward · · Score: 0

    for a moment i thought this was about the guy who invented cocaine.

  201. Care to try English? by Anonymous Coward · · Score: 0
    WTF is "to leverage?"


    Damn business lameres trtying to pervert the language and instead showing themselves as the morons that they are, not communicating effeectively with their intended audience.


    What kind of idiot speaks that way?

    1. Re:Care to try English? by Anonymous Coward · · Score: 0

      sober much?

  202. why outside funding? by moankey · · Score: 1

    In the article he says that even after several sales of $300k he wanted to take in more sales before getting an office and hiring staff, he was able to make nice money and didnt believe in unnecessary expenses. Yet the next paragraph goes on to say he was able to secure $7.5 million in funding.
    Why the funding and investors, that I am sure have their $.02 to add, if you work on bare essentials and are making good money?

  203. Missing crucial info by Anonymous Coward · · Score: 0

    This account seems to skip one important fact. Between his initial development of Snort in 1999 and the Jan 2001 founding of Sourcefire, Marty was:

    Martin Roesch
    Director of Forensic Systems http://www.hiverworld.com
    Hiverworld, Inc.

    Last time I checked, Hiverworld (now called nCircle) sells commercial IDS software and appliances.

    You've got to wonder how much of his success was based on his experiences with this company.

  204. Marty should write a book... by Schnake · · Score: 1

    I'd like to see Marty write a book detailing all his experiences in the growth of his software company. I've always believed in the cautious spending philosophy he embraces, and find most of his other business practices are very wise for a person without a business degree, but then again I never really expect much from a person with a business degree. I'd like to hear more about Marty's hiring practices, his selection criteria for a CEO, and anything else relevant to growing a software company around a successful piece of software.

  205. Oh, man, stallman is spinning in his grave! by msouth · · Score: 1

    He's dead, did you hear?

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    Liberty uber alles.
  206. Like a doctor? by Anonymous Coward · · Score: 0

    Upfront dollars for someone elses work is pretty shitty. What is shittier is you telling them that they should be happy with a resume booster. No one will care. This isn't really a prestige driven business.

    Meanwhile someone is walking to the bank laughing with your work.

    Maybe you can roll your next joint with your resume, that will help the hurting.

    Or look at it this way. After it gets big, Marty can cash in with his resume, plus still have all the VC... But why would he do that when he already owns the company? Oh, owning a hugely profitable company isn't quite the same as a better-than-average-salary-because-of-your-resume- job. Now I get it, I wonder if you do.

    1. Re:Like a doctor? by SomeOtherGuy · · Score: 2

      Yes..We have all seen how successful the .com/linux/open source businesses have been. I may "be rolling my joints with my resume" ... but you will be rolling them with stock shares that are worth zilch...zero...

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      (+1 Funny) only if I laugh out loud.
  207. Perfect example of ... by Anonymous Coward · · Score: 0

    pissing down someones back and telling them its raining.

    Then you tell them they should be happy it is happening, even if they don't believe it is rain, which you insist it is, because it is nice and warm. You won't get one of those nasty chills you can in a big thunderstorm.

    What do you tell the people that you are ass-raping? That they should be happy, cause they won't be constipated for the next couple of days?