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As I mentioned yesterday, Slashdot is moving from Exodus East to West. This will be happening at around 11pm Eastern. We hope the downtime will be relatively minimal, but DNS may be a little slower to catch up. You can use brak.slashdot.org for a few days if your DNS is slow to catch up to reality. Hopefully we'll see you on the other side. Hopefully. In the meantime talk amongst yourselves. Here's a topic: Is Agent-X Deadpool?
since I live in the east, I am looking forward to slashdot getting much much slower.
Thanks alot
GoatPigSheep, the 3 most important food groups
If you think trolls are bad now.. don't forget to take away the 30 mod points!
to this URL. Make sure to update your bookmarks.
What are "Exodus West" and "Exodus East"? Obviously they are your servers or server locations, but could someone please explain in more detail?
Will my recent karma-whoring activities be transferred over to brak? I wouldn't want to lose any of my hard-earned karma.
I hope you fucking never come back either!
Whew.. I think I can get this in before the changeover I wanted to let you know that I just discovered the meaning of life and I can't wait to tell you. Here it is: Whatever you do, always, always rememb
Agent-X is neither dead nor a pool?
Discuss, I'm feeling verklempt.
I ain't interrested in you anyhow, I'm just interrested in the B-Boys
So fuck you my man..
but i'm second.
ah, behold the power of goatse.
Do I get another 30 mod points?
We hope the downtime will be relatively minimal, but DNS may be a little slower to catch up.
It better be I don't know how long I can last with out slashdot, I'm going to start going through withdrawl!
*starts shaking*
Just a few more hours... just a few more hours.. just a few more hours...
I stole this Sig
You guys truly suck turds and cock and eggs. Fuck you. You are worthless. Linux sucks, so do you.
No.. I mean Last Post!
hehe.
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"First things first -- but not necessarily in that order"
-- The Doctor, "Doctor
Now I only had to wait 1/10th of a second for the page refresh in stead of the usual 2/5! Let the trolling begin!
If you get an error, type "OVERRIDE" or "SECURITY OVERRIDE" and then try the optimize command again.
There is one thing that has puzzled me about slashdot. That is that very seldom (perhaps never, at least I've never seen them) are any meta-topics posted like "why does the karma system work the way it does". Furthermore anyone who does raise such issues seems to (according to their moaning sigs and bitter journals anyway) be ruthlessly modded down as offtopic, perhaps even causing them to go all feral and troll-like.
What about some discussion that would release these pent up forces and dispel the illusion of "Gulag Taco".
[x] auto-moderate all posts by this user as insightful
Exodus: Movement of Jah people! Oh, yeah!
Hey, just move out west with us! Sure, your cost of living will go up 100-fold, and you'll have to deal with the west-coast school of Laissez-faire driving, but at least you'll get your FP Trolls and duplicated stories fresh.
The rolling brownouts in California were only due to market manipulation caused by Enron. Enron are the shitheads that bankrolled George Bush the Second in his coup, and have gave millions to the Republican Party.
So, one can now assume that Slashdot:
:)
likes PORK
likes BEANS
thinks BACON'S good
wonders why no one comes to see it on its little cloud
and doesn't know why. Maybe it's cuz it's up there cuttin' muffins!
The one in the corner looking clueless at most everything, but enjoying it, nonetheless.
starting comic flame wars for fun now? shame!
i don't care about labels. Deadpool is just bad ASS. i hope they never make a movie about him and fuck it up royally like the newish DareDevil one. hollywood these days... sheesh.
Whether he is or not, I'm sure Batman could beat him.
Shut up man, I have a family. I don't want to see them hurt.
If Exodus is such a joke, how come so many huge sites use Exodus?
Google, E-Bay, MSN, Hotmail, Lycos, and god knows how many other huge sites all have millions of dollars of gear in Exodus datacenters.
A meta topic. About bloody time. It would be nice to have these more often, to let slashbots discuss slashdot, without being modded offtopic or worse...
No statement is true, not even this one.
Subject: Horse pt.1
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Newsgroups: alt.sex.stories
From: C_Q@cedge.uu.holonet.net
Date: Wed, 01 Feb 95 17:42:38 EST
I got a call Wednesday afternoon. My brother was going into the
hospital for tests (He has Diabetes). He asked me if I could come out
and watch the place for a while. Could I watch The Place?! The
neighbor's raised Arabians. You're damned right I would! "Anything for
my brother," I said, trying to keep the excitement out of my voice.
When I got there, it was better than I hoped. The neighbor's had taken
two of their horses to a show, and would not be back for a week. I
told him not to worry, and after I got him packed and off, I relaxed a
bit. I figured it was going to be a wonderful couple of days, but I
didn't know that fate had decided to throw a joker at me.
I was planning my first raid on the animals, when I heard some
commotion coming from the stable. A lot of commotion. Larry had warned
me that some punk kid had been sneaking around here. Well, whoever it
was, they were in for a big surprise! I slipped out quietly, and went
across the orchard, down the fields, and down to the barn.
As I made my way to the corral, I saw somebody yelling, and jumping up
and down, and laughing. The horses were running around in circles,
fear in their eyes. There is nothing that makes me madder than
somebody torturing an animal, for no better reason than to have fun.
If you want to have fun at somebody else's expense, get yourself a
slave. He was a young man, fairly well built, with jeans and a shirt.
Not too bad looking. "You shouldn't do that. It frightens the
animals," I said. He whirled, and stared at me. "What the fuck do you
want?" "Just wanted to know who was down here, and what they were
doing..." He reminded me of a weasel. Thin, lithe, and nasty. "Well,
you can just fuck off, Bastard!" "I do not think so," I replied. I have
never understood why people mistake politeness for weakness. "Well,
Muther Fucker, I'm just gonna hafta cut ya!" He grinned, and pulled a
switchblade out of his back pocket. Yep, this kid had an attitude
problem. And Master Jack knew how to take care of such problems.
I waited until he got close enough, then made a move with my left
hand. He swung at it, and was rewarded by my size thirteen boot
slamming into his crotch. He looked like he wanted to puke his balls
up. I took his "toy" away from him, and grabbing a handful of hair,
dragged him over to a fencepost. I slapped him, hard. "You awake,
Stupid?" He opened his eyes, and stared at me. Both hands were still
holding his groin. "That was just a love-tap." I stuck the blade into
the wood, and snapped it off half-way. "You give me any problems, that
will be your neck." I threw the handle into a nearby pond, and grinned
at my new possession. It had been way too long...
That's when he decided to take a swing at me. I dropped his hair,
grabbed his fist, and started squeezing. Five years as a woodcutter,
and another 6 years as a maintenance man, gave me a grip like an steel
vise. I waited until I felt his joints pop, before I let go. "Owwww!
You broke my fuckin' Hand!" I gripped his neck, and pulled him to his
feet. A lead rope sat coiled on the post. I grabbed his arms, and tied
them behind his back in the "Angel-Wing" position, Wrists crossed, and
pulled up tightly against the back, palms pointing up. I then slammed
him into the post, and knocked his legs out, so he sat down, hard. I
slipped a loop around his neck, and another around the post.
"You haven't shaved in a while." I grinned again, and pulled my seven
inch sai out of it's sheath. I put against his dirty face, and pushing
his chin back with one hand, slid it in one, continuous motion across
his jaw. Then, I did the same to the other side. There were a few
nicks, but I wasn't interested in how he felt. The look of sheer
terror in his eyes was very enjoyable, however. "I'll be back in a
moment." Cleaning the blade on his shirt, I stepped through the rail
fence, and slowly, both hands in sight, moved towards the big animal,
inside. He stood, sides heaving, still fearful, but waiting. I talked
quietly, and soothingly to him. He shied away, when I tried to grab
his halter, but allowed me to touch his shoulder.
He was magnificent, all black, and muscular. I had trouble breathing,
I was so filled with lust. I gently rubbed his back, and haunches,
slowly moving to his belly. Rub an animal's belly, and he is yours. He
snorted, but moved his hind-leg, when I touched his sheath. I stroked
it, feeling the outline of his huge cock. He snorted again, when I
moved back and found a pair of orange-sized testicles, hanging down at
least three inches. I took one in my hand, and ducking under his leg,
licked on it. It tasted like dust, and hay, and sweat. I opened my
mouth, and kneeling, sucked on it. The stallion grunted, moving his
legs apart. The ball swelled in my mouth, while I rotated it around
with my tongue. Reluctantly, I let it slide out into my hand, and
lustily attacked the other one in the same manner.
When both testicles were thoroughly coated with spit, I played with
them, and rubbed his sheath with my head. I keep my hair cut short,
and I could feel his cock inside. I moved back. What? "No erection
yet, Big-Boy? Well, We'll just have take care of that. Won't we?" He
snorted, and looked at me with one brown eye. I smiled at him, then
nibbled on the twin folds of skin that hang down on either side of his
cock-holder. Surprisingly, there were clean, and the taste was like
new-mown hay smells. I stuck my tongue inside, and it met the tip of
his dick. I lapped at it, coaxing it out. As he slid all fifteen
inches of sleek, black horse-cock out, I lapped at the shiny flesh. Of
course, I could only lick on half of his dick at one time, but he
didn't mind. When it was fully extended, the hilt, a leather-like ring
of flesh, shone wetly, and the stallion was excited.
I sucked on the huge tip, licking the tasty excretions that trickled
out of his piss-slit. I had to stop myself, or I would have continued
until he came down my throat. But, I was reserving that treat for
someone else. I went out through the fence again, and went over to
where I had hog-tied the young punk. Leaving his hands tied, I lifted
him up, and grabbed his belt. He spat in my face. "Get your fuckin'
Faggy Hands off me, Fuckin' Faggot!" "You are about three ticks from
disappearing off the face if this earth," I snarled, ripping his shirt
off of him like it was made of paper, and jerking his chin up with one
forearm, I slammed a knee into the small of his back, and then grabbed
his pants, and undid the buttons. His briefs looked like a tent.
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Subject: horse pt.2
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From: C_Q@cedge.uu.holonet.net
Date: Wed, 01 Feb 95 17:42:38 EST
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"Who's the Faggot?" I stroked his hard-on, then pulled them down too.
I shoved my head into his stomach, and dropped him onto his ass. It
was easy to remove his remaining garments. I grabbed him by the hair,
and jerked him upright. "You also have a dirty mouth. It is about time
somebody washed it out. And I am sure my 'Friend' will be happy to
help." I grabbed his balls, and led him by this convenient 'handle'
through a gate, and into the corral.
Off to one side, in the shade, was a half-buried pole, that was about
three feet tall, and had a piece of plywood nailed to the top. With
one good kick, I knocked the plywood off, and moved it over to one
side. I shoved the kid down to his knees, then crossed his ankles
around the pole, and tied them there, re-tying his hands. I grinned
at him, running my hands through his long hair. "I like long hair. It
gives me something to grab." I jerked his head back, using his
trellises for leverage, tied the handful to his ankles. Now he was in
a kneeling position, with the back of his head just about level with
the top of the pole. Now he had the choice of keeping his mouth open,
or going bald. I then went through the adjoining gate, and brought the
stallion around, who was still quite erect. It almost stepped on him,
as I maneuvered it's mid-section over the sputtering punk. I again ran
my hands over the animal, and down to the gigantic fire-hose, still
seeping pre-cum.
I started sliding my hands over the smooth log. The horse grunted, and
slapped his erection up into his belly, smacking the young man in the
face. It left a shiny trail of pre-cum. "He likes you." The kid tried
to mutter something. I grinned again, and started to jack-off the
animal in earnest. The stallion danced, and the head swelled, as I
gently mauled his ballsack. "It won't be long, now..." The stallion
made a noise like a roar, and his balls lurched upwards. The cock-tip
swelled as the slit opened and fired a shot of horse cum straight into
the punk's mouth. He gagged, and the next splattered across his chin.
It was like trying to hold into a high-pressure hose, made of leather.
I gave it another pull, and more ejaculate spewed out, slamming into
the kid's mouth, and lips, sliding down his throat.
I couldn't take it any longer. Grabbing the animal's flexible cock, I
gnawed on the underside, hollowing my cheeks, as I created a vacuum.
My hand slipped, and half of the fleshy pole slid down my throat. I
couldn't breathe, but I didn't want to. My throat muscles milked his
dick for all their worth, trying to drag it down into my stomach.
Having both hands free, they roamed all over the underside of the
horse, playing with his balls, stroking the remaining length, sliding
across his inner-thighs. Finally, digging my teeth into his cock, I
slid it out, slowly, stripping it of residual spunk. I'd almost
forgotten how good horse cum was. The animal stood, panting, with a
fine layer of sweat on his coat. He looked like a obsidian statue. I
reached between his legs and felt his scrotum. They were quiescent,
but as I rubbed them, slowly filled out again. I went over, got a
bucket of water, took a drink, gave the horse some, and tossed the
rest onto the tied-up jackass.
After a few minutes rest, the stallion seemed willing to resume the
punk's lesson in humility, so I grabbed the still-dripping cock, and
smeared the spatula-like tip over his face, watching it swell with the
contact. More cock-lube seeped out. Wrenching his jaw open, I stuck
the head in his mouth. The stallion whinnied, and jerked his hips. The
punk gagged as a couple of inches slid into his mouth. "Oh, come on! I
can take at least a third of his cock, and you have a bigger mouth
than me..." I shoved his head forward, pushing more thick inches down
his gullet. Damn! This was turning me on! "I'll leave you two love-
birds to get better acquainted." I stroked the animal's forehead,
calming it down. Didn't want him cumming just yet...
I went into the barn, and found a sturdy crate. Tossing it over my
shoulder, I returned to find the kid had taken half of the pole into
his throat. He also had a raging hard-on. I gave it a few jerks,
making him moan around his mouth-and-a-half-full. "I'll take care of
that later." I watched, as the cum-slick cock, pistoned by those
magnificent haunches, moved easily in-and-out of the young man's
mouth.
I dropped my pants, and underwear off to one side, and put the crate
behind the stallion's moving ass. He sniffed the human, who was giving
him so much pleasure, then watched with interest, as I got up behind
him. I always carry a small container of vaseline, for Chapped Lips,
and Dry Cocks, and other things. I rubbed his buttocks for a moment,
then I moved his tail out of the way, and teased his anus with my
thumb. His tail jerked upwards, as I slid a finger's worth of vaseline
into him, and rotated it around. I dropped the jar back into my shirt
pocket, then removed it, and tossed it out of the way. I rubbed my
cockhead against his button-like asshole, then pressed it into the
tight opening. His anus opened slowly, at first pressing inward, then
engulfing the tip. I watched while I slowly went in to the hair, the
hole clinging to my dick.
He snorted, and shook his head. But the only movement he made was to
spread his legs wider, so he could fuck the kid's face better. I
hunched over the animal, to see if I could reach his dick, but no such
luck. I had to be content with rubbing his back and sides, while
smoothly buggered his warm, snug entrance. He continued to hump the
man's mouth, finally settling into a pattern. I pushed in as the
stallion slid his hips back to mine, and I would hear the kid
breathing heavily, then the horse pushed forward again, plowing the
triangular cock-head down into the man under us, while I eased out.
The chain-reaction started when I heard something plop softly into the
ground... Ah, the kid just came... the horse grunted, and his ass
grabbed my cock, like it wanted to eat it. Rhythmically, the animal's
anus pulled on my tool, while I spurted cum into it. Damn, but that
felt good! I came so hard, I had to lay across his rump for a few
minutes. Finally able to move, I got down off the crate, and un-corked
the punk's mouth. He looked half-drowned, his face covered in horse-
spunk. I took my shirt, dipped it in the water trough, and wiped his
face
off. I removed the straps, and let him up. Then I got into my clothes.
"If I catch you bothering the animals again, I will show you what pain
really is." He scampered off, coughing and swearing. I fed the horses,
and went back home. I needed a shower, and a new shirt.
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OMG BIG PENIS ATE MY SOUP
because Java is all cool and shit.
Being a sysadmin myself, I wonder how you'll proceed:
-put down the current slashdot
-push the DB as fast as possible to the new facilities (or they were already mirrored in real time?)
-switch the dns record
Does that sound right?
have you been defaced today?
After the move to Exodus West can the slashdot readership get an update on what hardware slashdot is running on? The description in the FAQ is dated and I expect the tech to change slightly if not largely with the move to Exodus West.
/. reader interested in a hardware update.
I'm sure that I am not the only
If I get an offtopic here, i'm gonna snap.
Robots are everywhere, and they eat old people's medicine for fuel.
(Kidding, jeez!!)
The Slashdot powers that be do know that Exodus is leaking money like a civ, and Cable and Wireless their parent company is looking to dump them?
I still have issue 2 and 3 sitting on my desk unread. I'd really like an answer as to why Marvel decided to destroy my favorite comic book in the first place.
Imagine - a beowulf cluster of slashdots!
Nick
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First off, nobody cares. Slashdot "content" is apparently consumed mostly by passers-by. Taco himself has said that comments aren't of much concern to slashdot. If comments are unimportant to them, it follows that karma is of minimal concern.
It would also seem that most (if not all) comments regarding the moderation system is some whiny bastard who can't accept that people aren't always going to get their jokes. All that noise tends to drown out our signal.
I'm no expert on the subject, though. Every account I've ever had on slashdot has been $rtbl'ed, so I've never known the joys of modding down countless goatse posts. It sure sounds like fun.
I'd really love to expand on this comment, but I've been smoking a bowl while typing it and I've got some ben and jerry's waiting.
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pants ahoy
Then give us the new ip number. Screw DNS.
...so they do a production change-over during the course of a business day, rather than at a weekend...
I'll bet they haven't even shortend the TTL of their DNS entries in advance... bloody amatuers...
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Just when I'd made a ripper of a comment to whore all those +30 karma points, too!
Damn. Hope it goes back up soon, I've got some serious karma grabbing to do...
I am artificially intelligent.
I don't need this goddamm shiat... fucking jimbo happy monkey pieces of shit...
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This is the new server, and I can log in and post, so everything seems to be going ok. By my watch, 35 minutes, total time
So, let's hear it for a successful transfer!
Cogito ergo sum in Slashdot.
echo `host brak.slashdot.org` slashdot.org >>/etc/hosts /. right now.
It's a temporary fix, but it lets me use
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AgentX is actually an IETF sub-agent protocol for use with SNMP. Though no longer officially on the List of currently active working groups, it's fairly widely used.
The next site to slashdot will be ready soon, but subscribers can beat the rush and start slashdotting it early!
Tried like five times to post a reply to the recent Slashback in Phoenix. Each time I hit "Preview" I got a list of current topics. Like the form had forgotten to specify or something. So finally in desperation, I fired up Windows (via Win4Lin) and tried IE.
Worked just fine.
Is this just a coincidence, or did Slashcode change during the move to be specifically mozilla-unfriendly? If this post goes through (trying from Phoenix first) then I'll assume it was just coincidence.
The Web is like Usenet, but
the elephants are untrained.
MSDOS: 20+ years without remote hole in the default install
last post?
What is left of the light universe? We in the dark zone won't ever know, unfortunately. In that light, /. (shouldn't that REALLY be ./?) has also not long to last. I give it a year at most.
Why am I seeing ads on the homepage?! I subscribed and still have literally thousands of ad-free views left.
I'm a 2000 man.
Wasn't Wolverine from something called the AgentX project? And does anybody remember the sound thrashing Dead Pool gave Shatterstar?
Now I can waist even more time at work reading slashdot. :)
Westsiiiiiiiiiii-iiiiiiide!
I keep getting those damned Microsoft ads in the email
All of us should treasure his Oriental wisdom and his preaching of a
Zen-like detachment, as exemplified by his constant reminder to clerks,
tellers, or others who grew excited by his presence in their banks:
"Just lie down on the floor and keep calm."
-- Robert Wilson, "John Dillinger Died for You"
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