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An Application For 10-Gigabit Networking
Chip Smith sent us a short excerpt from a news article on Supercomputing Online:
"Just yesterday Lawrence Berkeley National Laboratory and several key partners put together a demonstration system running a real-world
scientific application to produce data on one cluster, and then send
the resulting data across a 10 Gigabit Ethernet connection to another
cluster, where it is then rendered for visualization." Here's the link to follow if you'd like to read more on this experiment.
this is sick. someone remove it
"I'm a man!" I groaned. "I've been fucked by a man's cock! I'm not a
boy anymore!"
I scooped Dad's and Uncle Brian's shit into my hands and smeared my body
with their warm filth. Lying on the floor of the basement, wallowing in
the waste of these two men, I gazed up at the candles. They flickered
silently. I lay at the foot of the cross as upon an altar where I was
the victim being offered up to the God of raunch!
Dad and Uncle Brian held me in their arms. Our filthy, smelly bodies
rubbing against one another. My cock stirred and jerked upward within
the confines of the leather jockstrap. I reached down and pulled it
free, stroking it with my shit fillled hand.
The warmth of manturd on my cock, the stench that wafted into my
nostrils made my body tremble and my asshole, my dirty asshole, quivered
at the sensation it had just felt for the very first time!
My tight boy hole was no longer virgin territory. My father had filled
me with his manhood and his seed. I belonged to him now in a special
way.
Reaching up to my Dad, I grasped the back of his neck with my shitty
hand and drew his lips towards mine.
"Am I a man now, Dad?" I whispered, as his lips grazed mine.
"Yes, my son!" he answered, softly. "You are now a man!"
Uncle Brian slid down, trailing wet kisses along my filth covered body.
Closer and closer he slid his mouth towards my hard cock.
"Mmmmmmmmmmmm!" I moaned, as he took my raunchy dick into his mouth and
sucked. "Yeah! Suck my dirty dick, Uncle Brian! Fuckin' suck your
shit off my dick!"
I squirmed, thrusting my hips upwards, sinking my cock deep within my
Uncle's mouth.
As he sucked on my dick, he reached up and to his left, ramming his
fingers up his brother's asshole!
"Aaaaaahhhhhh!" Dad groaned, welcoming this intrusion. "Fuck! Give it
to me Brian. Fist my shitty hole!"
Slowly, Dad got up on all fours. He positioned himself over me, his
cock hanging over my mouth.
"My fuckhole is so hungry, Brian! I need your fist up my ass!"
Uncle Brian took his mouth off of my dick and knelt between my
outstreatched legs and Dad's upturned ass. He worked several fingers in
and out of Dad's asshole. The pasty goo oozing out of Dad's shithole
served as lube as Uncle Brian inserted all five of his fingers in Dad's
butthole!
"Fuck yeah! Give it to me, little brother! More!" Dad groaned,
pushing his hairy ass back onto Uncle Brian's disappearing fingers.
The knuckles penetrated. Dad maoned out loud and reached for the bottle
of Rush.
I could hear him inhaling the vapors from the bottle deeply. I sucked
his cock into my mouth.
"Ah fuck!" Dad cried out, as my head jerked upward to swallow his
semi-hard cock and Uncle Brian's hand sunk into Dad's gaping, hungry
hole!
"How's that feel, brother?"
"Fuckin' wonderful, Brian! Fuck me! Punch my ass, little brother!"
Uncle Brian scooped some of the shit from my body and coated his arm
with it. Sighing with animal lust he began fucking Dad's ass with his
fist.
"More! More!" Dad grunted, pushing his ass back taking more of Uncle
Brian's arm up his ass. "Find something up there you like, Brian?"
"I feel shit, Chris!" Uncle Brian yelled, "I can feel your fuckin' butt
slop!"
"Yeah! Dig for shit, little brother! Dig for my stinking shit! That's
your playground, Brian! Give it to me, fucker! Punch my dirty ass!"
Uncle Brian pistoned his fist in and out of Dad's ass. When he withdrew
his hand completely I could feel Dad's warm shit oozing out of his
asshole onto my dick. I sucked his cock harder.
"Yeah! You fuckiin' cocksucker! Suck my dick, Philip! Suck it while
your Uncle fists my shitty asshole!"
"Fuckin' shit pigs!" Uncle Brian shouted. "We're fuckin' dirty pigs!"
"Fist my raunchy ass, Brian! Shove your fuckin' arm up my dirty ass!"
Uncle Brian lunged forward. Dad's greedy hole swallowed his brother's
arm up to the elbow!
"Yes! Yes! You fuckin' bitch! Pound my ass, Brian! Suck my fuckin'
dick, Philip! Don't stop! Please don't stop, the both of you!
Aaaaaahhhhhh! Fuck!"
Uncle Brian and I worked in unison giving pleasure to Dad. The one
fisting; the other sucking; Dad moaning in ecstacy.
"Need more!" Dad yelled. "I wanna feel Philip's fist up my ass with
yours too!"
I gasped as Dad pulled his dick out of my mouth.
"Get back there with your Uncle, Philip, and shove your fist up my
hungry asshole! I want you both at the same time!"
I wiggled myself from beneath my Dad and knelt beside my Uncle Brian
whose arm was embedded in his brother's shithole.
"There's some crisco in the toy bag, Philip. Lube your hand up with
it."
I retrieved the can and proceded to grease up my hand and forearm.
"Are you ready, Philip?"
"Oh yeah!" I hissed as Uncle Brian retracted his arm to his wrist.
"Fuck me, guys!" Dad hollered, "I wanna feel the both of you up my ass
digging for shit!"
"Slide your fingers up your Dad's ass, one at a time, Philip. Do it
slow. Take your time. When you're all the way in, hold my hand!"
I did as I was told. One finger at a time.
"Fuck! Fuck!" Dad yelled. "Give it to me, son!"
Slowly, my hand disappeared into the gaping, dirty hole. My hand slid
alongside that of my Uncle's and he curled his fingers around mine.
"Ah shit!" Dad let out a loud gasp. He looked back at us, his eyes
glazed with lust. "Fucking pigs!" he screamed. "Fuck me! Fist fuck
my shitty ass!"
In tandem, Uncle Brian and I pumped our fists deeper and deeper into the
willing, hungry asshole. As we fisted Dad's ass, Uncle Brian kissed me
deeply. Our mouths greedily sucking each other's tongues as our fists
punched away in the sewer of my Dad's filthy butthole.
"Aaaaaahhhhhh! Yeeeeessssss! Yeah! Pound my motherfuckin' dirty ass!
Fuck me! Dig the shit outta my ass, you fuckin' sluts! Fuckin' pigs!"
As I gazed upwards, the candles flickered softly, casting their glow
upon the cross which the three of us, eerily were kneeling before.
Together, we were upon the altar of Raunch. A new sacrificial lamb was
being offered up to the God of Shit!
I clasped my Uncle Brian's huge, uncut cock in my free hand and began
stroking.
"Jack me off, Philip! Make me cum!"
I pull and pull on his cock, milking the pre-cum from his pisshole. He
reaches for my dick and returns the favor. Stroke for stroke, we
masturbate one another as we bury our fists up Dad's filthy asshole.
A million shocks of pleausure envelope my body. I'm tingling all over.
So much has happened to me tonight. So many new discoveries. Pain with
pleasure. Pleasure with pain!
The journey that began several months ago has opened up for me a whole
new world that I embrace willingly.
"Yes! Yes! Jack me off too, Uncle Brian! I wanna cum again!"
Together, the three of us pull on cocks. We are untied, bound together
in a very special union.
"Fuck! Fuck!" we gasp in unison, "I'm gonna fuckin' shoot!"
Our bodies heave and tremble. Dad impales himself more deeply upon mine
and Uncle Brian's fists as he ejaculates upon the floor.
One by one. One right after another, our cocks explode sending ropes of
cum flying in the air.
As Uncle Brian and I retract our hands from Dad's ass, a slurping sound
is heard. His puckering bud flares and a foul smelling fart hisses from
his fisted hole. It's stink fills my nostrils as I collapse onto him,
my mouth at his asshole. Sucking. Nursing at the brown shit log he's
pushing out of his asshole into my mouth.
I tumble onto the floor, my mouth filled with Dad's shit. Uncle Brian
collapses beside me and kisses me deeply. A sloppy, slurping shit kiss.
Dad too, crashes to the floor, panting heavily in the aftermath of his
orgasm. He moans and releases a flow of warm piss that streams its way
towards Uncle Brian and I.
I am in heaven! The journey of a boy to manhood is completed.
Epilogue
January 1, 2000
It's cold outside. The wind is whipping snow against the window. I'm
making this enty into my journal sitting on a rim seat gazing at the
falling snow.
Dad is under the rim seat receiving my morning dump, the way he always
does, in his hungry mouth!
As for Uncle Brian. He lives here with Dad and I now. He's our lover.
We're each other's lovers. Strange isn't it, how things come about?
As Dad feeds from my asshole, Uncle Brian is sucking on my pissing cock.
Outside, the snow is swirling. Everything is beautiful. What more
could a sixteen-year-old teenage boy ask for?
You tell me!
The only reason I took up exorcize was to hear heavy breathing again.
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I am a frequent visitor to slashdot and also an avid supporter of anonymous free speech online. However I noticed something VERY ODD regarding slashdot. I use ad-aware on my Windows XP system, and it found the double click cookie. Here is a summery of the doubleclick SPYWARE cookie from pest patrol:
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A spyware cookie. Cookie is used to track unique visitors to many different sites, and their "preferences."
Online ad company DoubleClick used Web bugs that could communicate with cookies from its Web site. The cookies then revealed past online behavior, even home addresses, IP addresses, and phone numbers to the bugs, and the bugs sent that information straight back to DoubleClick.
A company can also use the bugs to tie cookie histories to personal identifying information, such as your phone number and address. In fact, a California woman sued DoubleClick for just that behavior. The company bought another firm, Abacus Direct, which holds detailed consumer profiles on more than 90 percent of U.S. households. DoubleClick cross-referenced its spyware results with that database to compile surprisingly personal profiles
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As one can see double click is a DANGEROUS piece of spyware, which totally removes privacy and hijacks ones computer and all it's information. After I removed the doubleclick TROJAN from my otherwise secure and updated winXP pc I went to slashdot and noticed I WAS LOGGED OUT. Slashdot also uses SECRET 1 pixel gifs in it's advertising system.
The only answer is that slashdot is WORKING WITH DOUBLECLICK's spyware software and selling millions of personal profiles of its users to fund it's OTHERWISE UNPROFITABLE business. I find this to be detestable and immoral behavior especially for a site that claims it supports peoples RIGHTS TO PRIVACY. My only course of action is to use other linux resource sites and to make sure slashdot.org is BLACKLISTED as a spyware-installing site. It is a sad, sad day when you cannot visit a freedom-loving site without having your computer HIJACKED.
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-- La1d, killed by a newt, while helpless.
How are things in the civilized world? You probably don't know who I am. That's
;).
/. since 7/8/02
okay. I'm here to inform you of my mission, what I've found, and what I hope to
teach all of you.
I work for the United Christians Food for Poor Kids Foundation, and let me tell
you, there's a lot of poor kids in Afghanistan. As in most countries in the
Middle East, most people are unemployed, and therefore poor. And where there's a
lot of poor people, UCFPKF is needed.
UCFPKF always has the latest in technology. In this instance, we had access to
some Pentium 4's(r) 2GHz. Obviously, we needed an operating system that could
handle the power of Intel's beast. Unfortunately, we didn't have any computer
experts on hand up to the task, so it was going to be trial and error.
We'd heard good things about Linux and its "ACL's". Little did we know of its
incompatibility with modern hardware. It didn't even support Token Ring
networking, the newest form of Ethernet(r), which we require to always keep
in contact between bases. Also, it didn't seem to use SSE optimizations, which
when processing food amounts, are also very important. Also, there were
homo-erotic implications in the structure of Linux, which is strictly
unallowable in a Christian organization such as ours.
The next obvious step was to install Windows. We hesitated because we knew that
it was common knowledge that Windows crashed incessantly. Our experience was
less than stellar. It also didn't support Token Ring networking. Security is
important in this region because many people try to steal food, but "Windows
2000" (which I hear didn't even come out in 2000) doesn't even allow you to
have seperate permissions. Once again, the SSE optimizations were not used.
I was in a situation that seemed impossible. The two most famous operating
systems had failed me. I walked around the base in a dazed stupor. What was I
going to do for our ultra-important network? A boy saw me pouting and sighing,
and asked me what was wrong. I said nothing, but we exchanged names, and little
did I know, that young Junis had a gift for computers.
Junis saw me the next day, slaving away at the sparse terminal that "Windows
2000" makes you type in. He asked what I was doing with that primitive OS. I
laughed and told him that I was doing inventory. He ran to his village, into his
hut, and pulled out a box I had never seen before. The box said "SCO Xenix" the
front. I had never seen or heard of this Xenix before. But I soon learned that
Junis was a computer genius.
All we had to do was put the Xenix CD into the computer, and everything worked
like magic (not the devil's magic... good magic:) ). Our Token Ring network
integrated flawlessly with it. And it even used SSE optimizations. Well, me and
Junis are now on a new mission. We're spreading the word. It might not be the
word of the lord, but then again, maybe it is
SCO Xenix: The Unix of Tomorrow.
Janet Milman
Network Administrator, UCFPKF
Afghanistan base
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