Remote Feed: 72-Mile 802.11b Link
An anonymous reader writes "A 72-mile link was installed last month from San Diego to San Clemente Island, using standard 802.11b WLAN gear and high-gain, 2-foot parabolic antennas. More in this Computerworld article."
I just heard some sad news on talk radio - Horror/Sci-Fi writer Stephen King was found dead at his Maine residence this morning. Apparently, Mr. King was digging a grave for the beloved family beagle Rover when he struck a buried power line and was fried with 50,000 volts of electricity. I guess irony can be pretty ironic sometimes. I'm sure he will be missed by the Slashdot community - even if you didn't enjoy his work, his contributions to the latest Linkin Park album will probably outlive us all. Truly an American icon.
Imagine a CounterStrike server using this! :)
Llamma says "La'a'aaa'aa'aaa'a'a'g.
HISTORY REPEATS ITSELF
MONDAY MORNING
Cmdr Taco:I will not suck any more dick ever again.
MONDAY EVENING
Cmdr Taco: *slurp* *slurp* *slurp*
TUESDAY MORNING
Cmdr Taco: I will not suck any more dick ever again.
TUESDAY EVENING
Cmdr Taco: *slurp* *slurp* *slurp*
WEDNESDAY MORNING
Cmdr Taco: I will not suck any more dick ever again.
WEDNESDAY EVENING
Cmdr Taco: *slurp* *slurp* *slurp*
THURSDAY MORNING
Cmdr Taco: I will not suck any more dick ever again.
THURSDAY EVENING
Cmdr Taco: *slurp* *slurp* *slurp*
FRIDAY MORNING
Cmdr Taco: I will not suck any more dick ever again.
FRIDAY EVENING
Cmdr Taco: *slurp* *slurp* *slurp* *slurp*
SATURDAY MORNING
Cmdr Taco: I will not suck any more dick ever again.
SATURDAY EVENING
Cmdr Taco: *slurp* *slurp* *slurp*
SUNDAY MORNING
Cmdr Taco: Today is the Lord's day!
SUNDAY AFTERNOON
Cmdr Taco: *slurp* *slurp* *slurp*
Too late for the Richard M. Nixon comeback! If only this technology existed in 1972...
Eve Fairbanks says I drive a hybrid!LOL
Alot* of data is going over this link, might I add. I am attempting to break the WEP as we speek. oh wow, I done it! Lemme see what data they're moving across these high-seas... OH MY! PIRATES! SOMEONE CALL 911.com! THEY HI-JACKED THE MINOW; THEY'RE SUBJUGATING THE CABLE COMPANY BY SHOWING GILIGAN'S ISLAND! Nathan Hale cries fowl, from six feet underground. Ginger had a period. Mariane baked a cake. Giligan carried the cake to the prophessor, however, tripped and dropped it on the high-fidelity coconut radio the prophesor was working on and...lets get back to ginger...
OH I AM HOT FOR GINGER TODAY. ANYONE HAVE SOME GINGER PORN TO SHARE? PLEASE OH PLEASE!?!