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A First Look At The Xandros Desktop
Gentu writes "OSNews has an exclusive article regarding the awaited Xandros Desktop. Xandros is the company who purchased the Corel Linux source code and rights, so in essense, this is the second generation of the once promising, Corel's Linux. OSNews previews beta 3b and they say that this distribution, along with Lycoris, Lindows (and possibly Red Hat 8), is the one to compete for the purely-for-the-desktop Linux market."
The worst terrorist attack in recorded history occurred over a year ago, followed by a Holy War against Islam, and now Israel and the Palestinians as well as India and Pakistan are teetering on the brink of their own war, Argentina is in the midst of a financial crisis, America is considering launching attacks against Somalia and Iraq, and you people have the gall to be discussing the Xandros Desktop???? My *god*, people, GET SOME PRIORITIES!
The bodies of the thousands of innocent civilians who died (and will die) in these unprecedented events could give a good god damn about the Xandros Desktop, your childish Lego models, your nerf toy guns and whining about the lack of a "fun" workplace, your Everquest/Diablo/D&D fixation, the latest Cowboy Bebop rerun, or any of the other ways you are "getting on with your life" (here's a hint: watching Cowboy Bebop in your jammies and eating a bowl of Shreddies is *not* "getting on with your life"). The souls of the victims are watching in horror as you people squander your finite, precious time on this earth playing video games!
You people disgust me!
You really should install Xandros' PRIORITY desktop distribution.
The following features are installed by default:
WTC images as the default wallpaper to constantly remind us of our need for prioritization and perspective.
Sally Struthers Dock-app counter that ticks off the number of starving people in third-world countries.
Integrated calendar and scheduler, including timed reminders for planned WTO protests.
globally-aware MUD client (GAMUD). Create one of seventeen politically-aligned characters for debate and discussion at the UN round table!
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Seriously, just because I have an interest in this industry doesn't mean that I'm "squandering my finite, precious time on this earth playing video games." And I should think that the souls of those victims have a good deal more to do than to watch me eat breakfast- they're too busy laughing at your incredibly large sense of self worth, for instance.
How about getting a Mac for them?
Unless of course you are dead set on getting them a GNU/Linux machine in which case I pity you as although GNU/Linux is a nice server OS it isn't the best in the usability department for a desktop OS, yet.
Considering what they do, I would just get them a Flat Panel iMac.
Sweating and farting nervously on the verge of mental meltdown, ELQ reloads each of her precious OSNews pages, making sure all is well. Fifty Internet Explorer windows are open in Windows XP, it's gridning the hard drive to death. ELQ's cable modem and NIC activity LEDs are nearly solid from the raw frenzy of almost constant browser reloading. Eugenia's eyes twitch rapidly from window to window with Mercurial speed to make sure that any rogue comments do not escape her attention, always hitting her refresh buttons with pinpoint accuracy. No logical order for checking, purely random and impulse driven by raw Mediterranean temper, stopping for the occasional savage bite from a pork loin still affixed to the bone, Eugenia's eyes never leave the monitor.
"N-n-n-n NO! No TIME for Dance Dance Revolution, oh but it's been so long! I cannot allow the BASTARD flooders' comments to be seen. MY DOMAIN IS SACRED!"
Hair is frizzled and days unwashed, asscrack just barely half wiped in a frenzy to return to her monitor, having taken a large shit earlier. No time to flush! Her armpits are over-ridden with pubic hair, her fat flaps reek of B.O. and yeast from days of neglect and hour upon hour of sweating. Relentless sweating.
"Cannot to be keeps up this pace! I may be need to go to hospital for exhaustions" she pants in desperation, wiping the sweat from a matted hair lock with her week-old t-shirt offering.
The hour of judgement approaches! Comment number 45 in thread 374 is clearly of anti-Greek sentiment! It reads "Eugenia continues to post yet another story that's simply ripped off from other websites. How much longer can this continue? It's my opinion that she has poor editorial skills. I think they should be revoked."
"YOU BASTARD FUCK!", Eugenia erupts in raw hatred, simultaneously ripping a 120 decibel-at-1-meter fart into the back of her chair. "Nobody is to be attack my site!" Eugenia blasts away at 10 words per minute in a barely-coherant broken English. She's on a mission. After several hours, the words on the screen are completely shattered and in disarray, they make no sense. Eugenia is impressed with her English progress and submits her lousy retort. Relaxing only for several seconds to savor the rush, she continues her patrol, sleepless into the night.
Eugenia--
Have you ever taken a step back and looked at your life? Taken a calming deep breath, cleared your head, and
assessed the situation? Looked around at what you have made for yourself, what you've done and how it's affected
you? If you had, it wouldn't be hard to see that things aren't as rosy as most people would be comfortable with;
furthermore, it seems as if you're not comfortable with you or your situation either. It's no large feat to
realize that things in your life are falling apart, and have been for quite a while. In fact, you don't really
seem to have a life now and all that you own or have is going to go away eventually because it's not yours. Yes,
Eugenia, here's the simple, terrible truth: your life is in shambles and it's only getting worse.
Let's take a look at the swill and depravity that you live in.
Your Slashdot journal entry from Saturday, March 02, 2002 encapsulates your attitude toward hygiene (or lack
thereof) in one sordid little pill:
there is only ONE thing I can't stand: The upstairs people. They do things with the water at 6:30 in the
morning, every morning
Eugenia, this is known as bathing. The concept may be foreign to your rancid Greek arse but it's a fact of life to millions of Americans everyday. Oops! I forgot you're not an American citizen. Well, we'll touch on that
later...
Here are a few quotes out of your Slashdot journal, taken from Sunday, March 03 through Thursday, March 14, 2002 that do well to exemplify your lack of will-power and discipline.
Today, I started a "real" diet. And yes, this time, the diet IS HERE TO STAY [...] my diet goes well
[...] Diet goes ok, I suppose. I mean, I feel that I do a more balanced diet now, as opposing of losing
weight right here, right now. I hope it continues well [...] I feel a bit weak, but it is not too bad
[...] Argh, I got a terrible headache now [...] I am roasting some pork and oven potatoes
Within just a short eleven-day period we see a rapid downward spiral into fleshly indulgence and lack of self-
control, hastened by physical sickness and ailments resulting from simply eating properly. Your body has attuned
itself so finely to your horrid eating habits that it actually grows ill over these eleven days to the point
that finally, in desperation over a migraine, you cook up a grease-laden meal to satiate your thirst for all
things fat.
Have you no self control? Look at yourself! You have a gut that just won't go away-- you look like an ugly,
stinky, fat little troll even on your wedding day for Christ's sake! Have you no pride or respect for yourself?
Not even just enough to make you stave off those pork and potatoes? Gluttony will destroy your life, Eugenia.
It's already destroyed your body.
Eugenia, it's clear to me (and everyone else) that you're mentally unbalanced and delusional. Please, seek help
immediately. You are in dire need of counseling and/or therapy for a myriad of issues, among which are hygiene,
self-discipline, and proper English grammar. We're behind you all the way, Eugenia, you can do it.
Dear Eugenia,
You fat fucking smelly Greek whore! Do you even wash on the rare occasions when your husband wants to fuck you? I bet your arse smells like a pig farm after eating all of the fucking pork and potatoes you cook-- you do nothing but sit all day, sweating and farting. It must smell like a swamp where criminals dump bodies in the sweltering heat.
Do you even shave? You sound like a lazy fucking wart of a housewife who wouldn't even bother. I bet the place is a mess too: dishes needing done, a layer of dust over everything, and stains and spills here and there. What a fucking pig-- a hairy fucking Greek bitch-pig.
Oh yeah, and your "skills" are laughable. You can't code for shit-- there's more holes in your PHP site than in a Greek brothel. Your English is terrible, which is pathetic for an editor-in-chief of a news site that reports in the language. Your obvious biases and slants make you look even more silly and unprofessional, as well as your multi-paragraph rants and fits of rage you write in your own forums. It's no wonder no one takes you seriously.
In short, ELQ, FUCK YOU. You are a loser, a no-lifer, a wanna-be, and a fecal smear in the world of technology. You are a detriment to the community you claim you serve. I challenge you to refute one thing I have said. You can't; it's all true.
And you know it.
I applaud your efforts, sir. Please regale us with these in the future.