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Freshmeat Launches Mac OS X Section
Liedra writes "After announcing Mac OS X software surreptitiously within its main section for the past several months, freshmeat has now launched a section totally devoted to the platform. Read the article by scoop and visit the section directly." Since I switched my primary laptop to OS X, I'm glad to see scoop do this. (Note, Freshmeat & Slashdot are both owned by OSDN.)
Please remeber that
If we don't fight for ourselves no one will.
That took a while, I don't use OS X but I figured it would have been included on most major software sites by now.
Banaaaana!
Now someone tell me how brilliant I am because I'm not some fat lazy xenophobic Yank.
As open source picks up steam, it is time to look at the Movement from a business standpoint. Namely, what kind of metrics exist to analyze a free software project and determine whether or not it is successful? Certianly not sales, because the software is free..
I've thought of a couple of possibilities but, like everything, they have pros and cons:
First, we could measure the number of downloads or, perhaps more accurately, the amount of bandwith spent on downloads. This would be kind of a negative performance metric, in that more mney spent (and therefore lost, since no money is being paid for the software) is actually a metric of success! That boggles the mind in that the more money a free software project loses, the more successful it is! I don't think that will take off as a widely accepted metric however, fo obvious reasons. I also don't think it works, since many people may download open source software, fail to get it to perform properly, and simply never use it again, so the metrics would suffer from variance.
So, my second idea is to create a small piece of open source code that could be embedded in all open source software, perhaps as a part of GPL requirements - sort of an EULA, if you will. This code could then connect to a master server owned by a corporation who's job it is to track all OSS usage and report monthly metrics. Perhaps it should be a government organization, since a company might not want to take such a thankless task.
What are your thoughts?
Ohhh, My head! What the hell had Mike spiked the punch with This time?
Something squirmed by my side. I absently stroked the furry being.. Wait a
second! I don't own a dog.. A wet nose slid across my chest, followed by a warm
tongue. It found a nipple, and teased the flesh into hardness.. I groaned
quietly. The other one was also attacked. A paw grasped my erection.. Now wait
just one cotton-pickin' Min... The 'Page' licked my stomach. Page? I opened my
eyes in time to watch a bear-like creature slide it's black lips around my red
cock-tip.. My?!? The thing was almost a foot-long, with a pointed tip. The
monster throbbed in the creature's paws, as it rotated them around the fleshy
pole. I groaned again.. Who, or whatever it was, the being had talent. A knock
came at a door. I scanned the room. A large bed, a creature slowly engulfing my
cock, coats-of-arms.. Just Great! "My Lord..." Uh, oh... Now I'm in for it!
"Enter and be welcome." Now where the hell did that come from? Out of reflex,
the being I now inhabited had spoken. 'Ok body,' I said to myself, 'It's your
show...' The creature, very much male, if what my claws curled around was any
indication, sucked quietly on me.
I felt his tonsils rub against the top of my penis. How the hell did he
breathe? In walked.. Somebody. It didn't appear to be perturbed that I had a
male nursing at my groin. In fact the being seemed to relax at the sight. "I
had a.. Vision. And feared for your safety." My mouth grinned. "And why is
that, Wizard.." Claws curled around my balls, rolling them around, heightening
my pleasure.. The carbon-copy of what nursed at my groin shrugged under the
purple robe. Revolving my paw, I offered the maleness in it to the creature. He
declined.. But I could tell he wouldn't mind nibbling on the carrot.. Was I
seeing out of another's eyes? No, I was here.. Orgasm made me grit my teeth.
Thick ejaculate splashed over my wrist. "Pardon me.." Fa'Akl bowed, as I lifted
the 'Page', drinking the semen dripping from his cock. I wanted very much to
swallow the length, and get another mouthful.. But something prevented me.
Damn! I couldn't even enjoy the slimy stuff that matted my fur. The cub took my
paw in his and very thoroughly cleaned it off. I picked up a piece of fruit,
and tossed it to the creature. The Page bowed to me, to Robe, then shuffled
out, closing the door behind him. I had another problem.
Since I was now Fully awake, my body was no longer on auto-pilot.. It wanted
instructions.. And I didn't have any! Groaning, I leaning back onto the bed.
"None of that.." Paws grabbed mine and levered me up. He was close enough to
kiss.. Something surged through me. Or rather, Something no longer held me
back.. I leaned forward, pressing my muzzle against his. The paws grabbed my
arms harder.. I opened my eyes to stare into darker ones.. Claws shoved me
down, sliding up to press against my shoulders. Not even for a moment did our
mouths come apart.. I slid my tongue out to caress the upper lip. The bruin
groaned, and allowed the tip inside.. There it was latched onto by sharp fangs.
The wizard lifted his shaggy head.. I followed it up, having no choice... He
let go, sighing. I gave him another kiss. "Who are you?" Good question.. I
grabbed for his cock which was digging into my belly. The paw was slapped away.
"You are not Isskem.. I repeat, Who Are You?" In one quick motion I flipped the
animal over, onto the floor. He fell with a *Whoof*.. Leaning over, I scooped
up the fat nut-sack in a paw and held them, none too gently. Moving his robe
out of the way, I gave the half-erection incentive to grow.
My other paw wandered up to fondle a big hairy breast as I sprawled beside him,
caressing the creature. "I truly don't know.." He opened his mouth, and I
pulled on his balls. "Softly, Please. I have no wish to make you a eunuch...
"Now then.." I gave his bobbing cock a long lick. "First, I want a mouthful of
This.. Agreed?" Fa'Akl most wholeheartedly agreed when I nibbled on the fleshy
tip. "Second, I want to know Who I am supposed to be.." That got a chuckle.
"Dead.." A paw pressed against my head, pushing me back down, as I had already
swallowed half of the thick penis, and was lifting off it in surprise. I bit
the pole.. "By whose hand?" I growled around it. The bruin jerked up, slapping
both paws onto my muzzle. I allowed my head to be lifted, but not all the way
off. I repeated the question, biting deeper into the flesh, giving a jerk to
his balls. "Open." My jaw unhinged. What? "Open." My claws spread apart. Before
he could say anything more, I latched onto the muzzle with my other paw. He put
both paws up and tried to wrest it free. I pulled him closer. After a momentary
shudder of revulsion, I pressed my tongue against his nose. Then latched my arm
onto his so he could not pull the muscle off.
The animal looked puzzled.. Until he tried to breathe. Air bubbled against my
tongue.. The nostrils widened against the blockage and all that came in was
saliva. The wizard did the one thing I didn't expect.. He went limp. I shifted
and fell on top of the animal. My mouth was full of his muzzle.. I felt his
breath go inside my lungs, as he blew out. Filled his own with my exhalation.
We both relaxed.. Lay on our sides, breathing each other's air.. Slowly he
moved his head back. Closed my mouth. Kissed it.. " 'Twas not me, Man." My ears
twitched.. Did I hear that right? "Nothing can be hidden from us.. I have given
you warmth.." The oath was ingrained in my new body's bones. I repeated it, not
really sure what I had just said. "So, Life-Mate.. Who are you?" I fondled his
cock, and dropped my head as he winced. "Sorry.." A paw shoved my chin up. "You
fought for your life.. I understand - But.." The claws held my muzzle, when I
shifted closer to the penis. "I am not sure I trust you close to it yet.." I
wrapped my tongue around the longest claw on his paw and tugged it into my
mouth. I again pressed my teeth to the flesh, but much more gently. And only so
I could unravel the fleshy ribbon.
After that I hollowed my cheeks, sucking wantonly on the digit. Lapped at it,
imagining it a cock.. My paws stroked the furry arm, as I slid my snout over
the finger. Fa'Akl pulled his claw free with difficulty. Growled as he shook
the soaked appendage. "Alright, alright.." He allowed me to move back to where
I was before. The red penis had purplish marks where I had bitten into it. I
kissed them gently. A thought.. "I am.." "Yes?" Hmm.. I licked on the
testicles. "Ball Kisser?" And shoved them into my mouth, doing things to the
sweaty sack with my tongue in retaliation. When they had swelled to twice their
size, I let them drop into a paw. "Dick-Licker.." Ah.. "Walker in Shadows.." I
snarled, shoving his hips up and my mouth down, swallowing the huge cock to the
sheath. Both sets of claws kneaded the furry ass, as I slurped on the fleshy
pole. The wizard didn't last long either.. Cum poured down my throat, as he
yelped. I swallowed, milking him good.. Paws lifted my muzzle up again, but
this time more slowly. "For starters, Isskem would never have done what you
just did." I gave the abused flesh a lick. "Oh, he would occasionally suckle on
a maleness.. But not with such abandon, or with the enjoyment you show so
openly.."
I sighed. "Do you have humans here?" He shook his head. "Then you read minds.."
My head was lifted up and kissed again. "Only partially.. You didn't act like a
HanWelder. And I know Isskem was killed last night.. Or so my sigils said. So
When I came in expecting to find a scared cub clinging to a dead body, imagine
my surprise when I find a very much alive being instead.. Almost shook my faith
in magic." He picked himself off the floor, and tossed me a fruit. I smelled
it.. "I hope these aren't poisoned.. I would hate to think I murdered the
little one.." He stopped in mid-bite. "That is another thing Isskem would not
have said." I shrugged. "I can't change a lifetime of experiences in a few
minutes.. The body may be different, but the mentality is the same.. So what do
I do?" I ate, was shown what to do with the pit (Toss it out the window and see
of you can hit somebody), and found out about bathrooms. Actually it was a
stone chimney that went down to a place where the dung was collected and used
as fertilizer. I was glad to have a furry butt.. Those rocks were Cold! "Well..
There are still a few options open to us.."
He winced again as I brushed against his penis. Hmmm.. I grabbed the tube of
red and purple flesh. "Heal!" I commanded it. To my surprise and delight, the
welts and tooth marks disappeared, leaving healthy skin. "Well done.." A
reddish being stood in the doorway. Hatred burned in his eyes.. Dripped from
his words. His name was Siguh, Keep Commander. "... Whoever or Whatever the
hells you are." He finished. Something hit me.. "Why did you kill the one whose
body I now inhabit?" As one who suddenly remembers something he had forgotten
long ago, I felt a rush of energy as a lifetime of training returned.. He
didn't even look startled. "For the good of the Keep.." The Wizard looked at us
like a man who finds out 2 friends, whom he has known for years, are actually
foreign spies.. "If your hatred was any stronger, you would turn to ashes. But
no matter. You have accomplished what you set out to do.. I am no more Isskem
than you are." That threw him a moment. "No, I have only half completed the
job.." He drew out a short sword. "I have to kill his body.. Which has been
somehow bewitched by the one who shall shortly follow you back to hell.." I
waived the Wizard to one side. Then clasped my paws.
Slid them apart as my teacher had shown me. I was now ShadowWalker, Master of
Mist. My arms came up in the Attacking Dragon stance. Upper lip curling in a
grimace horrifying enough to turn a weaker being to stone, I snarled "If Thou
canst kill Me, Thine Ass is Mine!" Then leapt at the animal, jumping to one
side as the sword slit the air where I should have been. My left arm wound
itself around his, jerking it up. Slamming my right paw against the back of his
head, I swept his legs out from under him. He lay full on the ground, arm
resting against my knee. His other paw was holding my claws off his neck..
Just. I leaned over the bruin. "Lift your sword, And I break your arm.. Lift
your paw and I strangle you.. Do you surrender?" He struggled a moment as I
pressed my muzzle to his.. "Lift your ass, and I'll nibble on your nuts.." Then
tried to stab at me with the blade. I jerked him up, and smashed my paw into
his muzzle, dislocating the shoulder. His head hit the ground, nose bleeding. I
took the blade from his claws and tossed it onto the bed. "Heal." I said,
slapping my paws to his snout. The trickle of crimson stopped. Lifting the
Commander, I rolled him onto his stomach. Straddled the furred hips. "Heal."
I slapped the back, watching the skin ripple under my paws. I rubbed my crotch
against the furry mounds for a moment.. Then flipped him again. Shoved my claws
into his mouth, and stood up, the creature following my paw. Before he could
bite my fingers, I reversed them, shoving down on his tongue.. The jaws sprang
open, as they tried to dislodge the object. "I give you your sword back..
However, if you Ever threaten me again.. I will shove it, still sheathed, up
your ass, Stuff the hilt into your mouth.. And roll you down the hall!" I
pulled my fingers free and kissed him, digging wet claws into his butt. "And I
shall want That Later.." Then I turned and retrieved the sword. About that time
a half-dozen guards decided to shown up. My eyelids went droopy. "Siguh was
showing me a few new sword thrusts.. But this is so tiresome." Sniggers quietly
came from a couple of them.. "Perhaps later Commander, when I do not feel so..
Bored." I dropped the sword so he had to jump to keep his feet intact. "And do
get some clothes on.. We are late for eating as it is.." I snapped a pair of
claws together. "Wizard.. Please find out What happened to my Royal
Robekeeper.. He should have been here by now.." A sigh. "And what are all you
gawking at? Out, Out, Out.."
Simpering arrogance. A small creature who looked like nothing I had yet seen
scampered in. "Ah, Sihf.. It's about time. What would I look good in today?"
The feathered being made for the wood closet. "Anything you wear would look
splendid, Sire.." I patted the head. My paw held the beak tightly closed. "Wait
until we are alone.." A shudder went through the animal. "Wizard.. Please Shut
the door behind you. I shall have to talk to the Smith about putting another
bolt on it.." More sniggers came from behind the wooden door as it closed. My
other paw stroked down the back, finding many semi-healed scars. "He put those
there.." I looked down into pools of terror. Without letting go of his mouth, I
knelt. "Isskem is dead.. I am Isskem. I am also Shadow. If I let go of you, can
you keep silent?" A ghost of a nod. I let go.. The scream came out of his
nostrils, as I re-clamped claws around his beak. Then slapped him so hard he
twisted out of my grasp and sprawled onto the floor. I re-knelt shoving his
face into my crotch. I didn't care for S/M myself, but that's what he wanted..
If I correctly read what was oozing from every feathered pore.. Besides lust,
that is.
The eagerness to please, coupled with his love/hate/fear of me.. Just as the
Guards expected to see a fop when they came running, so I was one. His tongue
flicked over my cock. Paws gripped my legs. "Master test Sihf. Sihf know
Master.." I shoved my erection down his throat. The creature swallowed it to
the sheath. "Hurry, Slave.. I hunger.." He wrapped his arms around my hips,
fingers clawing at my ass. Again, I got a mental image.. I jerked my dick out,
and lifting his legs, thrust the wet pole into his ass. He squirmed.
Shuddered.. Actually trilled when I pounded his butt into the stone.. Yanked it
out of even That orifice. A few pulls on the overheated flesh did the trick..
Cum matted feathers between his chest and crotch. He grabbed the firehose,
taking the last spurts in his mouth. Then cleaned it well with his tongue.. I
mashed the sticky stuff into his body, dipping a cum-soaked claw between his
legs. A smallish penis appeared. My claws stroked it, tweaked the spiral cone.
He shuddered, adding to the morass with his own semen. I pulled free and stood.
His eyes shone with love.. "I Still need a robe.." He scrambled up and quickly
dressed me. "And clean up.. You are a mess."
I dipped a paw in the mingled cock-juices and lapped it off.. "Remind me to
tell the Cook I would like some of this for The Massmaae Feast.." Dripping
decadence, I left the chamber. Fa'Akl showed me the way to the Eating room. At
least the meal was normal.. For a war. More food was worn than was eaten. I
ducked a joint of something as it sailed past.
* * * *
"Was it always like this?" I said when I lay in a tub of heated water, digging
a peel out of my ear. The Wizard nodded. "Why the frown?" "I feel hunger.." I
growled softly, pointing out the window. "Someplace out there, beings have no
food. And I saw enough to feed a good-sized village ruined.." I put my muzzle
in my paws. Sighed.. Then stared into a pair of puzzled eyes. "Good Day,
Commander. Change your mind about my offer to lap wine off your balls? Or come
to scrub my back. And perhaps stab it.." He growled. "Since when did The
HanWelder care how much food was wasted, or if Peasants starved?" Almost before
he could react, I was out of the tub and had a pawful of cloth, twisting it,
along with some chest fur. Thrusting his muzzle against mine, I stared into his
widened eyes. "When you can listen to the cries of a starving child, And not
care; Look upon a female who would willingly give herself to feed her family,
and see only a whore; Sneer at a male begging crumbs.. Then you are truly
Dead!" I growled. "Who does the Han belong to?" If it was possible, he looked
even more startled. "The Han belongs to The Haan.. The People." Water made a
puddle under our feet. "And Who are The People?" "We are the People.."
I jerked him up. Drug him to the window. "They.." I flung my paw outward. "..
are the People! Those whose backs break so we may sit and finger each other's
cocks. Those who go hungry while More food is wasted daily in stupid games.." I
turned, and took the offered towel. Dried myself well. "We are but caretakers
for those who Truly own the land.." Siguh again had his sword out. "You are Not
Isskem.." I watched, wary, but instead of trying to stab me, He knelt, laying
it at my feet. "Once before I did this pledging body and soul to the Keep.. But
not to it's Ruler." He placed the blade to his forehead. "But now I do so..
Mind. Body. Soul.. All are yours to do with as you wish, Lord and Keeper of The
Haar..." The Wizard was also on bended knee. I lifted them both up. "Then I
abdicate.." They both fell on their furry butts, too startled for words. "I am
not Isskem.. I have no more right to rule than this tub does.." I gave the
metal thing a smack. "I have no experience in governing.. The only thing that
guides me is my Master's Teachings.. My empathetic abilities, and what few
morals I have not as yet compromised.. I am not even one of you." I got smacked
by the flat of a sword.
"Does your head hurt?" Trick question? "If cut, will you bleed?" I lifted my
paw.. Red was on it from a small wound. "Your sword is sharp, Commander. My
compliments." He nodded. "You are one of us, In body if not in Soul.." The
Wizard held his paws to my head. "Heal.. You are mortal. And All mortals make
mistakes.. We learn by them. The only True sin is to Not learn from our
mistakes.. For we are then doomed to repeat them." Then he grinned. "Besides..
The only way out of The office, HaarKeeper is by ShieldBearer.. Care to die a
second time?" I shook my head. Then grinned myself. "Alright. But I will need
help.. Say I have come down with something.. Fell in the bath and hit my
head... Perhaps you should not have healed that wound so fast.. I need an
excuse to have you two give me council.. No Thanks!" I jumped back, as the
Commander waived his sword. Then.. "Hey!"
* * * *
When I came to my senses some days later, my head was just out of the bandages.
I had fallen for one of the oldest tricks in the book - Pull the rug out from
under your feet... The Semi-Official word was I had come close to being
assassinated. And only the combined strengths of my Wizard, and my Commander
First kept me alive. The creature had somehow gotten away.. The Haar were
warned I may not be whole. But I pulled through. My first order was to get rid
of Sihf. He went to another Lord who would keep him well beaten. I sat in bed,
looking at the scribe, who was taking my morning commands. "Wizard, I seem to
have a blank spot.. How are the servants fed?" The scribe looked up at me
shyly. "When all others in the castle have their fill, then The servants eat.
Then what is left from them is given to the peasants.." I picked up a fruit.
Crushed it, so the pulp ran down my arm. "An edict - From now on all food is to
be divided into shares. A equal share to all.. And I do Mean ALL who reside in
the Har. Perhaps a bit more for the sick, elderly, and cubs.." The scribe
forgot to write. I flung the stuff in my paw against a wall. "That for
aristocracy.. They are like parasites.. Eating their host to death, while
contributing Nothing!"
I looked at the mess, then tapped the scribe's paw. "Did you get whatever I
said?" He shook his head. "What did I say, Wizard?" "You were discussing
sharing your lunch with the scribe.." The being, barely old enough to called
grown, blushed deeply. "He is cute.. Don't you think so? Yes.. I think I shall
share him. Or was that lunch.." I grinned idiotically. "Wizard, Please take
care of the arrangements.." He bowed to me and took the scribe by the paw.
Whispered a while to him. That one nodded.. Looked back at me, as I licked my
paw clean.. Nodded again. The Wizard then left. The bruin closed the door,
making sure it was bolted. He also shut the window, locking it.. Then draped
his robe on a chair. He did have a nice body.. He sat on the bedside, nuzzling
my arm as I fondled him. I looked around.. "No tray, Eh? Well, It looks like I
shall have to eat You for lunch.." The bruin tried to pull away, and was tossed
full onto the bed. I bit the furry butt, working it between my jaws. It's owner
squealed, as I chewed on the other cheek. Finally, I grabbed a shoulder, and
turned the animal over.
His erection was so hard it smacked my palm, when I swatted it. Grasping it
firmly, I kissed the male. He moaned, raking his claws along my sides. I moved
my mouth to torture the hard nipples, sliding my paw along the slick penis. The
creature dug his paws into the sheets, as I nibbled and licked on the other
fleshy bump. When he seemed ready to jump out of his skin, I lifted my head and
nuzzled the seeping cock-tip. Lapped all the sweet residues off it. I butted
the head against my lips, and jacked on him. He groaned, gasped, shoving his
hips up in an attempt to force the tip past my closed lips. I kissed it, claws
wrapping around one butt-cheek. Now he really made noise! Holding him firmly, I
continued to lap on the lollipop.. He came, semen jetting upwards, to hit the
roof of my mouth, as I aimed the firehose at my open maw. More squirted over my
tongue, pressed tightly against the pulsating flesh. Then I lost it.. I
engulfed the entire bruin's groin. My upper fangs dug into his stomach, while a
lower one snagged his ass-hole. He screeched, pressing both paws against my
muzzle, hind paws digging in vain at the covers. My tongue painted the mouthful
with saliva, until it was well-coated.
Moving my jaws slowly together, I worked my maw towards it's target.. At last
the balls were resting under my tongue, and the cock was totally buried in my
snout. I inhaled the scent of wet fur, and swallowed.. The male gasped then
yelped, throat muscles pulling on what cock they could get ahold of. I found
the air passages through my nostrils were unblocked, and I inhaled slowly,
sucking at first gently. Then more wantonly.. And finally I pulled his soaking
nuts out of my mouth, grabbed a double-pawful of furry ass, and nursed on him
like I hadn't eaten in a week! Up, down, Around.. I gobbled that cock like a
crazed being. My own pole found an entrance under the stubby tail, and gave it
a wet, sloppy nudging. "Ohhhh! Hump Me, Lord! Stick your dick in my assss.." I
pulled the cheeks apart, and slowly allowed the thick thing to slide into the
bear-like male. Then cum poured into my stomach, and his anus fluttered,
sucking half my pole through it.. Not wanting to split him open, I pulled back,
plowing in only the same amount each time. The scribe squirmed, and wriggled.
He snarled at me, demanding I sheath my sword to the hilt in his scabbard, but
I refused.
His shrinking penis was allowed out of my mouth, but not without a good
stropping with my tongue.. He grabbed my head, and jerked it down to his,
growling "Bugger me, Male! I am not a cub who will howl in pain.. Unless this
is what you prefe.. *Mmmpf*" I pinned his head to the sheets with my own. Then
growled in his ear. "Be glad for what you get, Whelp.. Lest I pull out
completely, and make you use your claws to pleasure yourself!" The only problem
with That threat was I the fact I happened to be kneeling over him. So it was
with no real effort the bruin unseated me, then flipped me onto my back! Before
I could so much as gasp, he had sat down in my lap.. With a grunt, the male
engulfed me to the thick root. The animal leaned over, moving his legs, riding
my hips. "I have had longer ones.. And I have had bigger ones... But never such
a combination has worked my ass before.." I looked somewhat shocked. "Did you
think you were the first?" He leaned over and gave me an expert kiss. "If I
tried to live on my salary as a Scribe, I would have starved long ago." He
rotated his hips, sliding his claws over my chest. "When I was but a half-grown
Cub, I noticed certain males found interest in my body.
Then I found out they would pay me to do things to them." His growl was pure
lust. "Not always in coin.. Sometimes it was a meal. Or an important friend
with pull, and a fondness for having his nuts nuzzled under a table.. I have
sat in many a banquet, And never saw the Faces of who was there. Crawling from
one lap to another, I sucked, and jerked everything that was male.. Sometimes
one of them would get on their knees, so they could butt-fuck me, claws digging
into my ass." He moaned, bouncing on my pole. "But you blushed.. Acted like one
who wasn't sure.." A nod. "Some of my 'clients' prefer the 'Virgin Cub'
routine.. Other like me Wanton and lusty.." He growled and hunched against me.
"I wasn't sure What you wanted.." He growled as I held him still for a moment.
"But now, I don't have to act horny.. I Love Big Cocks!" Hmmm... "What would
you say to my grabbing your ankles, and putting you in your back, so I can fuck
you the way you would like?" His eyes went wide as I grabbed his feet, crossed
them and using my body weight, rolled us over. He threshed around a moment,
then calmed down when I shoved his legs over my shoulders.
Grinning down at him, I stroked the heaving sides, and took the animal for a
ride! Pounding his ass unmercifully. Using corkscrew motions to go as deep as
possible.. Sometimes I hunched over him, locking my hind legs and twisting him
up in a crescent. My cock moved but little laterally, but since I used his butt
like a wheel's axle hub, grinding my crotch into it well, He howled like I was
hammering him. At other times I did use the technique of 'Piledriving'..
Pulling all the way out, to slam back in to the hilt. It takes a good sense of
aim, and a very slick passage.. At the Last, I was rocking his cradle.. Using
my body to pull, then push his hips, creating a motion like a rocking chair's
runner. I shoved my head against his chest, feeling him grab my arms. Orgasm
burned through my spine, as I flooded the male's guts with spunk. My ear was
bitten, and claws raked my head. His ragged moan echoed in my skull. I flopped
on top of him, spent. Neither of us moved for some time. Then I lifted my
sweaty pelt off the being, and turned to lie on my side. I looked over the
creature, mouth half-open, one leg flung over mine.. I was still half-buried in
his ass. I felt him give a twitch, as I gave a tentative thrust..
I could do it again... Nah. I stroked his sweaty chest, ruffling the fur on his
stomach. All I got was a groan. I pulled the rest of the way out, and went over
to a basin, cleaning myself off.. Splashed a cup over my head. That felt good!
Making sure the scribe still breathed, I slipped a robe on, and after pressing
muzzles for a moment, gave one last lick to his cock, balls, and not-so gentle
bite on the abused butt-cheeks. Upon opening the door, I found a guard.. Who
snapped to when he saw me. "Good day, Sire.." I grabbed a pawful of muscular
butt and squeezed. "Mmmm.. Much more like it!" The bear who was standing at
attention, got a little stiffer in his armor. "S.. Sire?" I crooked a claw, and
as he bent, slid my tongue along the rim of his triangular ear. "Cubs tire too
easily.. Give me a Strong Male with a firm ass you can chew on for days!" I
grabbed the plate that shielded his genitals. "And a good pawful of balls to
fondle.." Then I shook my head, and straightened my robe. "Carry on.." Giving
the now thoroughly confused guard a Fatherly pat on the shoulder, I walked down
the corridor, nodding as if listening to a conversation.
* * * *
Some time later, he noticed a familiar body shuffle out of the chamber.
"Lubeg.. Haven't seen you since last Feasting." The creature turned.. He looked
like he had been assaulted by a pack of horny Thids. "Are you alright?" A
giggle.."My ass hasn't ached like this since the day I took on half the tower
guards.. If his liege wishes me, I shall be in a warm bath." And turning he
moved gingerly down the hall. "A free mouthing to any male who can give a good
massage.." The guard suppressed a chuckle. So.. 'Insatiable' finally got more
than enough. His butt still felt the claws digging into it. His ear was warm
from the lick.. Damn! His dick-shield was getting tight.. Perhaps Isskem, or
whoever it was inside that body, could be persuaded in letting a guard watch
him sleeping. For his own protection, of course..
* * * *
By now it was clear to most everybody Isskem had been spirited away, And
somebody new sat in the throne. And very few of the Haan objected.. Those that
did found themselves in another Han.. The General who was my SwordCommander,
grunted as I slid my paw along his thigh. "Dammit male! Can you not keep your
mind on the business.. At.. Ha..." My sword, still sheathed, pressed against
the furry throat. I gave the gray muzzle a smooch. "If I do what you expect,
You would beat my tail off.." He growled. "If in the midst of a tryst, I grab
your nuts, Which will be more important to you.. Where my sword is, or where my
paw is?" He growled again. "Yes, such tactics are below a Knight.. But I like
my head on my shoulders. And I intend to Keep it there.." Such logic is hard to
argue with. We sparred again, and I kept my dirty tricks to a minimum. "You
will never make The Order Of The Sword This way.." His disgust was obvious.
Fa'Akl barely kept the grin off his face. I nodded, and bowed to the General.
Siguh looked puzzled. Looked even more so when a paw tugged at his robe..
"Return as fast as you can, And stay out of sight.. You may learn something." I
gave my 'toy' to the Wizard.
"Plotting behind my back, eh? Well, I have news for you.. All the love philters
in the kingdom are safely locked up in a chest.. In My Room!" He laughed. "No
need for such things.. When one's ardor and talent with one's paws are the talk
of the court.." I poured cold water over my head. Shook like a dog.. "Is that
good or bad?" He looked thoughtful.. "Both. But have no worry.. Many is the
male who would like to climb in Your bed.." Another thought.. "And females?" He
started. "Yes, Females. I doubt you make cubs by sticking your dick in a piece
of clay." He nodded. "I'm not.. Married, am I?" The wizard looked a me..
"Married? Oh, Mated. No.. Do you wish to be?" I shook my head violently. "Not
unless it is a part of the office.. Then I think I shall let my cubs look like
You.." I tapped the furry chest. He grinned, and gave me a two-handed sword. "I
shall return in a candle-mark." I nodded. Then stood in the middle of the
sparring area. As I lifted the sword, going through the motions, I became one
with the blade. One body, one mind. Other blades parried, other weapons
removed. Heads and paws were slapped. Knuckles rapped.. Death did not stride
with me. Only instruction..
This was to honor of the flat of the blade. Now the play became more serious.
Two, Three, Four opponents.. Each bent on my life. The other side of the sword
was honored. The tip, cutting and stabbing. The edge lopping and shearing.. Of
a sudden my imaginary opponent became real! The dark-clad being stood, lifted
his blade to me. I returned the greeting. "To the Blood, To the Death, or To
the Caress.." The ears twitched inside the cowl. "Caress?" I nodded. "Whoever
grabs the other's butt first loses.." The assassin growled. "Bastard!" I
shrugged.. "I have no idea if Isskem's parents were mated when he was born."
That stopped him for a moment.. Then he continued forward. "A Bet.. if I win, I
get a night with your intact body.. The Questioners leave very little together.
If you win, you leave alive, and untouched.." He stood a moment. Then a swift
movement - My blade moved as fast, flicking the dart to one side. "You will
have to do better than that to earn your gold.." The creature lifted a coated
blade from a sheath on his back. "I have the reach.. You have the poison..
Shall we dance?" I stepped towards the creature. He moved his blade up, then
thrust at my foot. My paw met his, holding the tip a claws-width away from me.
Shove as he might, the blade got no closer. I moved the poisoned thing slowly
away, twisting it none to gently.. Then sprang back. For the better part of a
half-mark, I crossed swords with the being.. Then flung my blade away. "Come.
Kill me If Thou Canst!" The bruin was no idiot, he circled me warily, feigning
a few times. I simply kept my face turned to his. "Coward! Take Thy Shamed Face
and Untouched Arse Elsewhere.. Killer of fleas!" His scream was quite loud for
one muzzled so. I waited until the last moment.. Then step-sided his reckless
charge, and slammed my paw into his nose, sliding the other down to slap the
sword from nerveless fingers. The assassin hit the ground, his weapon flying
off to one side. I knelt and ripped the mask off him. A muzzle of white greeted
me. I lifted the head up, holding onto his paws. "Good Day, Mortal.." He
gulped.. "The one whose body I now inhabit thinks you are pretty.." I growled
in an ear. The creature shuddered, but lay in my grasp. "My lust is for your
soul, Not your body.. Although..." A paw slid down to grab his crotch, He
turned paler, as I grinned raggedly. tapping his anus with a claw. Footsteps
came as I pressed my muzzle against the creature who was now shivering..
And not from cold. "Someone comes.." I snarled, teeth digging into the black
nose. "My Masters must wait for a time.." By then Fa'Akl had stepped into the
arena. "Isskem, are you alright?" I lifted the creature up by it's robe. "This
came by the window.. It wants to bed me." I looked at it, as a wife studies a
fish she intends to purchase.. Winked at my friend. "It will do.. Clean it up,
will you Wizard?" The assassin gasped as I slammed my paws into his stomach,
then laid him out with a double-handed hammer blow to his chin. He jerked
straight up, then fell, quite out cold. I grinned, and patted the robed
shoulder, leaving the arena.
* * * *
"Well?" Siguh looked like someone who had seen a ghost. "He is better than Most
War-HanWeilders!" A nod. "He comes and trains like this once a week.. Sometimes
using this," He held up the sword, long as his forearm. "Sometimes with
Poles.." A grin. He poked the robe with a toe. The wizard disrobed the animal,
checking for weapons.. Found nothing but a satchel of gold. "This one will be
questioned.. Then allowed to escape." Eyebrows went up. "Escape? Oh.." He
grinned, and rubbed his paws together. "But not before our leader gets His paws
on him.." The wizard shrugged.
"Sounds like you are jealous.." Siguh helped him lift the bundle. "Perhaps..
But one thing puzzles me.. Why does he still put on the act?" Fa'Akl shouldered
the robed creature. "What makes you think it's an act?" He left the
CommanderFirst standing, and wondering..
* * * *
The white-furred male awoke with a start. He opened his eyes.. To find himself
lying on a tub. A form stopped stroking his forehead and went to a table. He
looked at the being. A Scribe's gold chain was around his waist. But, when he
turned, the face was that of an expectant page. "You are lucky.. Usually spy's
are tossed in the dungeon.. If you please Shadow, perhaps he will let you keep
your fur, instead of making it into a rug.." The door opened and The HarnKeep
came in. He walked over and grabbed a pawful of butt. The scribe chuckled,
pressing himself against the paw. "What say you to a threesome.." I nibbled on
an ear. Green eyes looked up at me in surprise.. Then lust as the offer sank
in. I lifted a silver jug out of a cabinet. "Wine?" the bear looked like I had
a snake in my paw. "Scribe.. Take this cup and show our guest this is nothing
but wine.. What is your name?" "Lubeg, Sire..." He sniffed at the cup, nose
wrinkling.. Then grinned, and drained the cup. Poured another, taking it to the
creature in the water. He too sniffed it.. But the philter I mixed in the fruit
extracts had nothing to do with poison. He took a swallow, finding nothing
amiss.. I too drained a cup's worth.
Then came over and rubbed his shoulders. He was too startled to say anything.
"Drink.. We have all night. After that.." I shrugged, caressing the wide chest.
Soon, his head was lolling drunkenly against my shoulder. "Lubeg, I believe our
guest needs help getting out of the tub. Please get him dry and in bed.." The
Scribe moved with rapidity that comes with a heightened sex-drive. Out of the
bath, fluffed with a towel.. Then nipples, cock, balls and anus all licked to
gleaming wetness. Then hustled to the bed. "Lubeg, why don't you make him
'comfortable'.." I sat in a chair, looking at them. "Oooo, Yes Sire!" White fur
and dark brown mingled as they locked muzzles, paws stroking cocks to full
hardness, neither of them wanting to end the kiss Or let go of the other's
maleness. I stood up and slipped my cock in between their tongues. "You 2 seem
to need something to work on besides each other's back-teeth." A pair of paws
gripped my ass, as twin organs slid up and down my hard dick.
Without missing a stroke on each other my cock went into first one, then the
other's muzzle, lips sucking on me, cleaning the pre-cum that dribbled out my
slit. "Oh Yeah.. " My hips moved, paws digging into my butt, pleasure burning
up my spine. The last I remember seeing was the 2 of them kissing over my cock-
head, sucking on my slick meat, gobbling my cum as I shot.... Then a tree fell
on top of me. When I awoke Both of them were covered in cum and pleaded not to
be abused so when I fondled their shrunken balls. I whispered instructions into
the scribe's ear, then walked out to Grip the guard's balls, tossing his groin
guard skittering down the hall.. "Come." He had no choice as I half-dragged,
half-led him down the hall by his handful of nuts to my room. "Sire, I..
Mmmpf!" I silenced him with a kiss, peeling his armor like a hungry man with a
lobster.
"Please Sire I have duties.." I Growled ands shoved him onto the bed, following
to lay with my head in between his legs. "Right now the Only duty you have is
to Lay here and be Eaten, Understand?" He gulped and stroked my cock, nodding. I
attacked his ass, biting it, slapping it, pinching it until he fairly screamed
for mercy.. While my tongue drilled his tasty tail-hole making him beg for
something else entirely.. I finally got comfortable, stroking his bruised butt,
chewing on his balls, nuzzling his thighs. He shivered, sucking on my cock as I
fell asleep.
* * * *
After the careless guard was told he would be suitably 'punished' for letting
the prisoner slip through his grasp, and a few minor shakedowns, things got
back to normal. Except Siguh treated me with more respect.. And I found out
there Were Females in the court. At the Festival of Massmaae (Winter's End), I
met the mates of the nobility, and many daughters. Who rubbed up against me
most erotically every chance they got.. Of, course so did many Sons. And Pages.
And Guards.. Sheesh! Speaking of guards, a few more had to be added to the list
of those punished. So I gave them the same treatment as a common criminal..
With a twist! The usual way of doing things is a set of stocks. You stand, head
and fore-paws through a wooden board, and people get to throw things at you..
Then you get beaten with a paddle. And released. This may sound like light
fare, But - The things thrown sometimes include rocks.. Big enough to split
even the hardest skull. And try standing, exposed to the winds, elements, and
any horny person that comes by. Worse, The paddle is spiked. Many was the thief
who bled to death long before the ordeal was over. My idea was to tie the male
to a rack. Feet on floor, paws free at the wrist.
Then passerby could, at their leisure, Use him.. Mouth, Paws, Dick, Ass..
Whatever they desired. It was quite open for their usage. Especially after I
had their crotch fur shaved. This alone added to their humiliation, for it
would take weeks to grow back.. And Months to live down the excited moans that
echoed around the halls. Shaving rings around their nipples didn't lessen the
impact either.. Many a bruin had to be carried out, and many a dirty ballad was
born that night. When the festivities were over, I rounded up a few helping
paws and took the remains of the feast out to whoever wandered by. "No use
letting it go to waste.." A creature watched us with hatred from a half-fallen
hovel.. Until a half-nibbled loaf hit it squarely in the snout. "I forget
none." The rat-like being made off with the prize, looking at me with
uncertainty. Then a slap on his butt made him jump back into his 'house'.. To
grin and peer back at me. When we had no more persons to give to, I asked one
of the locals who could best use what was left. He took a few bearers and
disappeared. I grinned, and returned to a warm bath. A knock came as I lay on
my bed, finding I could read the books that gathered dust in the castle
library. "Enter, and be welcome.." My Mentor came in, and sighed. "Wine?" He
shook his head. Damn! Must be serious for the old Windbag not to drink.
"What is it.." He undid a scroll and read it out loud. I stopped him halfway.
"The Gist.." He sighed. "A challenge.." "A challenge?" The bruin nodded. "Your
Brother seeks satisfaction on the Field. In Personal Combat." I had a Brother.
A Jealous Brother.. Hmmm...
* * * *
It took a few days to get all the junk ready. Then another to march to the area
where we were to do battle. At first it was stare at each other from our
camps.. Then we would send insults via messenger. About three days into this
mess, I actually got to see my 'Brother'. Finally.. He stood before me and
sneered. I ignored the animal who barely came up to my chin.. When all his
ranting did nothing, he pulled a dagger out and tried to stick me. I knocked
the toy away.. Then snarling, lifted him up by his chest hair, and hit him.
Once.. He bounced three times and lay in a heap. I retrieved the weapon from
the grass and grasping the handle, bent the blade. Tossed it at the still
figure. Then spat in his direction and returned to my tent. "You should not
have done that.. Now he will wish to fight you with armor.." I smiled. "Wizard,
Open up the trunk." Fa'Akl nodded and putting his paws on a certain box of
iron, mumbled a few Words of Power, then lifted the hasp. "Please leave us,
Commander." Siguh nodded and went outside. "Friend, tell me when it is time, I
intend to rest.." The wizard crossed paws with me, then left also. I stretched,
did my exercises, and dropped into a light sleep.
The knock came. "They await you, Lord.." I stood. Took out what was inside the
box and placing it on me, covered it with a robe. The sun was just about over
head. I followed my second back to the area. My opponent in some ornamental
junk grinned. He lifted a bread-slicer and waived it at me. I walked to my
side, and stood a moment. "Helm, please." I took the helmet, and put it on. The
grin faded. It vanished entirely as I undid the robe and handed it to my
second. My armor was made of overlapping steel plates. Hard as an iron shield,
supple as leather boots. It gleamed like a well polished cannon. I pulled my
LongSword free from it's place on my back and strode towards my opponent. He
went white and made some noises. "You wanted this.. Not me. I would have
preferred terms.. Like whose bed and how many pages..." That got his ire up a
bit. "Perverted Bastard.." And lifted his silvered blade. It looked pretty and
Might have actually done some damage to unprotected skin.. It wouldn't even
scratch my armor. As he found out. "Hit me.. Brother." The bruin snarled and
did so.. His sword screeched down my breastplate, and went across one plated
side.
I grinned.. Whirled the double-yard of steel and whipped it over the Lord's
head. Who ducked.. And lost his ear tips. I slammed my armored knee into his
chin, and brought the hilt of my sword down on top of his head. His teeth
clicked audibly.. And he fell. "The only reason you live is the Memory of our
Father.. Disgrace that Memory again, And I will personally see the cawers feast
well!" Then re-sheathed my weapon and left the field. I went back into the tent
and removed the armor. Closed the trunk. Sat on the floor, cleansing myself of
anger and disgust. Paws gripped my shoulders. "You did well.." I nodded. "Ho
the tent.. Ehha wishes to speak with his Brother." I stood. Walked toward the
flap. "My Lord. You are naked.." I grinned at the Wizard. "I am clothed in my
Title, and need nothing else. Unless you think the sight of a male body will
drive my brother insane with lust.." He shook his head and went before me. I
opened the flap and stood in the bright day. A gasp rose up and a half-dozen
bodies moved to cover me up with theirs. I laughed and moved them away. "I come
before my Brother open as the day I was brought into the world.. If my body
offends..."
The other HanKeeper looked at me. Dropped his robe as well. Then went to one
knee. "I have lost.. Do with me as you will." I chuckled. "One should be
careful using such words.. It might stir thoughts of Incest in Weaker minds."
Grins and whispers made the rounds. "However, little was lost, except a few
inches of skin, and Pride. One returns easily. As to the other.. Sometimes a
good slap on the bottom is the best teacher." I put my paws on the animal's
shoulders. "You challenged me. Why I do not know.." He lifted his muzzle in
surprise. "I do not counter, for I have no reason to. Therefore I ask you to
let go any past hurts I have done to you. Any faults rest solely on my
shoulders, And I shall bear them as any who is Han must. Let no animosity lie
between us. For when we die, what worm cares who we were. They are not picky
upon whose bones they feast. Nor does the ground, whose embrace we all find
ourselves in, care for fault-finding, and like a Mother, loves the Guilty as
well as the Innocent. Thief and Lord are the same to the grassy knoll. And I
have spoken entirely too long. If I promise to keep my paws to myself, will you
take wine with me?" He stood.
Swallowed.. "You are not Isskem.. But whoever you be, I welcome you as My
Brother." He clasped his sweaty chest to mine. I put my claws to his lower back
and pulled his entire body over to press it hard against me. "Brother.." We
embraced for a moment.. Then Ehha laughed. "You nuzzle my cheek Isskem as if
you think I am a lover.." "Perhaps I do, especially if what I feel nudging my
leg is as big as it seems.." I whispered in an ear. "However that is not for so
many eyes to see.." I Grabbed his butt and squeezed it. "Let us to the tent,
where it is cooler.. And wine awaits us." I let the startled bear go and went
to the flap. lifting it. "Siguh, Find My Brother's General and bid him enter as
well." A creature with many scars and half an ear, dropped head to chest, then
went into the tent. My WarHaan, and my Brother followed. I went in last. "I
asked the pair of you in to show my intentions above reproach. I wish to let
past regrets and regressions lie and strengthen friendships." We passed around
a jug of wine and drank to each other's health. By the end of the day, Ehha was
crying on my shoulder, and had to be helped out, swearing to new ties.
My own commander watched me pour the rest of my cup out. "Water.. I am
light-headed now, and we still march to Insre." He nodded, then grabbed my
muzzle and soundly kissed it! "Isskem is dead.. Long live the HanWeilder!" I
growled.. "Keep this up and the only place you will go is to get oil from the
chest" His teeth bit into my lip. "I don't need oil.." I mashed his nipples in
my paws. "If you wish these to be slick, and your nuts as well, we shall need
oil. And you had better tell the Guard you will be busy.. I would Hate to get a
cold sword stuck up my butt as I suck on your hot cock." The bruin growled and
slapped my butt. "I will want That later.." Then grinned and left. I went out
and asked if somebody could spare a bucket of water. While solders ringed me, I
lifted the wooden bucket and let the cool liquid splash all down me. Then
shook.. Spraying the entire bunch. "Sorry.." They chuckled at their lords
antics. I gave each furry butt a fondle.. "Remind me later to thank you
personally.. Now let us be off. The castle is but a day's march off, and I
expect runners to prepare a Feast to welcome our return.. With plenty of horny
lovers to go 'Round!" They cheered, and went to pack.
The Commander came around growling about unfinished business.. I took a robe
and walking staff. Then belted a good sword on it. "How many nights have we
sleep apart at the Haan? And not because my door was bolted, Either." He stood,
gaping. "Besides, a little waiting shall swell your balls even more. Then I
shall have more to harvest this eve.." I patted the horny creature. "Duty
before pleasure.." He looked at me like I had just taken my head off and tucked
it under my arm. Then shook his head.. "If I live to see another StoneCut (40
years).." "You will be fat, have a ton of Son's Cubs pulling your ears, and be
grumping about life." We both laughed, and helped strike the camp.
* * * *
I awoke from this dream, sweaty and feverish... Something stirred against my leg
and I yawned. My hand was not a paw but a hand and it felt good under my head.
The something stirred again... Maybe I Did own a dog, and just didn't
remember... "My Leigre?" purred a throaty voice. A paw closed around my nuts as
a rough tongue lapped at my morning erection. I opened my eyes to see something
furry, feline, and male, if what was poking my toes could be considered a cock.
He also had a collar on, with a name stamped on it. My name... "Mmmmrrrrr *Lap*
They told me that The Hurr make the Best Masters - Now I know it is True.. I
was afraid the poison that rival Mehh had slipped you had done you in. But I
Knew better! And now..." He slowly arched and grinned, straddling my hips and
pressing my hard, wet cock under his tail. "You can take HIM Slave as well..."
We Both moaned as he took me full to the hair, but for different reasons.
"Rrrrrrrr.. You will defeat the Mehh, and enslave him as you did me. You will
treat us roughly and beat us and mate with us many times a night.. " 'Many
times a night? Oh Shi..' His cat-like yowl interrupted my thoughts as he
spurted his thin, milky-cum onto my belly.
"Oh, Master... Your stamina exceeds all that I have known... I shall do my best
to be worthy of your semen." He Really started working those cat-hips in my
cock, grunting and gasping and mewling.. And all the time I can Feel this
rumbling purr echo through his body. The tightness of his hole is incredible
and it only takes a few minutes before I grab his hips and thrust upwards,
spurting like there is no tomorrow.. As I lay there, exhausted, his paws are on
my sides and he lays in me, nuzzling my chest, squeezing my still hard cock.
"Rest my Hurr Master. Rest, and know Raeel shall be here, ready to again be
your seed's container, until you enslave another of my brethren to do your
bidding." And All I can think of is 'Many times a night?'
I can only find one piece of software listed in the section - HTML Converter 2.0.
IIRC, someone here on slashdot speculated that OSDN was going to attempt to be bought out by Apple, hence the significant number of Mac-only topic icons here on slashdot, plus the dedicated apple.slashdot.org address.
Though it makes plenty of sense for freshmeat to have a dedicated Apple section, this certainly provides more fuel for the Sell-to-Apple hypothesis...
-A
A Mac section but refusing to list Windows software? Why the bias towards one platform?
If Freshmeat isn't going to restrict itself to Unix OSes, they ought to allow submitted software for all platforms. Yes, Mac OS X does have a lot of Unix software you can run on it, but the same is true of Windows with or without Cygwin. Both platforms have their own weird microkernel and various layers on top, of which some provide a Unix-like API.
Allowing Windows software on Freshmeat would be very useful in practice - I don't just advocate it out of some sense of 'fairness'. There must be many Freshmeat users who have to use a Windows PC at work and would like somewhere to look up software. And the increasing number of Windows-based free software projects could do with somewhere to make announcements.
-- Ed Avis ed@membled.com
They are also looking to aquire Eh?, since it is very popular site also read by the majority f slashdot reader
One of the things that's kept the Mac software distribution under the radar of most sites like FreshMeat is the fact that for quite some time they've had VersionTracker doing quite well at it. VersionTracker's just starting to get into the PC aspect of things, and remains highly Mac-centric even though PalmOS software is supported as well. VersionTracker may be a pay service, but I discovered a very nice set of features is available with the "Pro" subscription for $50 a year. Not only do you get the daily list of new software updates, but a nifty little application to run on your machine that acts as a new app ticker. Quite nice. But the really nice part is the fact that for your $50, you get 10 licenses and are able to use the Pro software on both PC and Mac platforms.
Maybe someone ought to look into getting a *nix section started with VersionTracker?
My own pointless vanity vintage computing page
Watch out RMS, Hubbard's stank is going to bring tears to your eyes. *BSD is dying...my fsckin' ash it is!
I own an apple i own an apple. Apple apple apple I switched my laptop to an apple!
By the way guys, I own an apple.
And dont forget: I own an apple. Apple apple apple bo bapple.
This is exciting news because I own an apple.
Love,
CmdrTaco
Maybe they'll need a section for projects currently being sued by Apple.
Since I switched my primary laptop to OS X, I'm glad to see scoop do this.
The great Taco isn't using Linux? Oh, what sad times are these when passing ruffians can say "OS-X" at will to old ladies. There is a pestilence upon this land! Nothing is sacred.
I'm not a prophet or a stone-age man,
I'm just a mortal with potential of a super man.
Good job getting that plug in!
Strange women lying in ponds distributing swords is no basis for a system of government.
Either way it sucks and I hope apple dies. That would be a great christmas present.
Keep in mind that ALL Apple products only represent less than 5% of all the computers in the world. They suck and the sooner they realize this and die off, the better.
YOU FAIL IT!
That section would probably end up with more listnings than any for osx itself.
Don't be such a troll. Apple users are neither geeks or creative anything. They are morons that are just trying to be diffrent.
rather above the usual sophistication. Perhaps not quite art, but definately at least craft.
Now I'll take it more seriously anyway.
The business model isn't the only one by which one can measure "success" or "failure."
Clearly the measure of "success" for an open source program is whether or not *I* find it successful. This is the reason that all Linux needs to "succeed" is for one geek sitting in a basement somewhere at three in the morning going, "Oh, wow man."
The rest is all sound and fury, signifying nothing.
KFG
The head of the Galactic Federation (76 planets around larger
stars visible from here) (founded 75,000,000 years ago, very space
opera) solved overpopulation (250 billion or so per planet -178
billion on average) by mass implanting. He caused people to be
brought to Teegeeack (Earth) and put an H-Bomb on the principal
volcanoes (Incident II) and THEN the Pacific area ones were taken
in boxes to HAWAII and the Atlantic area ones to LAS PALMAS and then
re "packaged". His name was Xenu. He used renegades. Various
misleading data by means of circuits etc. was placed in the
implants. When through with his crime loyal officers (to the people)
captured him after six years of battle and put him in an electronic
mountain trap where he still is. "They" are gone. The place
(Confederation) has since been a desert. The length and brutality
of it all was such that this Confederation never recovered. The
implant is calculated to kill (by pneumonia etc.) anyone who
attempts to solve it. This liability has been dispensed with by my
tech development.
One can freewheel through the implant and die unless it is
approached as precisely outlined. The "freewheel" (auto-running on
and on) lasts too long, denies sleep etc. and one dies. So be
careful to do only Incidents I and II as given and not plough
around and fail to complete one thetan at a time.
In December 1967 I knew someone had to take the plunge. I did
and emerged very knocked out, but alive. Probably the only one ever
to do so in 75,000,000 years. I have ALL the data now, but only
that given here is needful.
One's body is a mass of individual thetans stuck to oneself or
to the body.
One has to clean them off by running Incident II and Incident
I. It is a long job, requiring care, patience and good auditing. You
are running beings. They respond like any preclear. Some large, some
small.
Thetans believed they were ONE. This is the primary error.
Good luck.
* * *
For the purpose of clarity, by BODY THETAN is meant a thetan
who is stuck to another thetan or body but is not in control.
A THETAN is, of course, a Scientology word using the Greek
theta which was the Greek symbol for thought or life. An individual
being such as a man is a thetan, he is not a body and he does not
think because he has a brain.
A CLUSTER is a group of body thetans crushed or held together
by some mutual bad experience.
CHARACTER OF BODY THETANS
Body thetans are just Thetans. When you get rid of one he goes
off and possibly squares around, picks up a body or admires daisies.
He is in fact a sort of cleared Being. He cannot fail to eventually,
if not at once, regain many abilities. Many have been asleep for the
last 75,000,000 years. A body Thetan responds to any process any
Thetan responds to.
Some Body Thetans are suppressive. A suppressive is out of
valence in R6. He is in a valence in Incident I almost always.
One can't run a human being on these two incidents since human
beings are composites and would not be able to run the lot. Aside
from that, non-clears are way below awareness required to even find
these Incidents.
Huge amounts of charge have already been removed from the case
AND the body thetans by Clearing and OT I and OT II to say nothing
of engrams and lower grades.
Awareness is proportional to the charge removed from the case.
Although a human is a composite being there is only one I
(that is you) who runs things.
Body thetans just hold one back.
You will continue to be you. You, inside, can of course
separate out body thetans and so solo auditing is the answer. How
good do you have to be to run body thetans off? Well, if you didn't
skip your grades, Clearing and OT II particularly, you should be
able to command body thetans easily.
* * *
Incident II is over 36 days long. Capture on other planets was
weeks or months before the implant. Those on Teegeeack (Earth) were
just blown up except for Loyal Officers who were (shortly before the
explosion on Earth) rounded up.
Do not scan through the duration of 36 days. The volcanic
explosion on Earth to the point where "the pilot" says he is mocking
it up is only a few days.
Sequence of Incident II for thetans on ANOTHER planet -
(1) Capture (being shot),
(2) freezing,
(3) transport to Teegeeack (sometimes via a relay point),
(4) being placed near a volcano,
(5) beginning implant up to "the pilot",
(6) various picture sequences,
(7) the 7s and C.C. and OT II materials,
(8) 36 days of picture implants which give a vast array of
materials and three explanations for the bombing,
(9) transport to Hawaii or Las Palmas for packaging up into
clusters.
The pictures contain God, the Devil, angels, space opera,
theatres, helicopters, a constant spinning, a spinning dancer,
trains and various scenes very like modern England. You name it,
it's in this implant we call in its entirety "R6".
If one was a Loyal Officer on Teegeeack, the sequence was
(1) capture (2) number 5 above on. If one was a citizen of Teegeeack
there was only number 5 on.
The material given at the various "volcanoes" was no longer or
shorter, but dovetailed into the same sequence of pictures. We have
the whole text but it is needless.
People who feel dizzy have gotten into the spinning part.
* * *
Incident I occurred about 4 quadrillion years ago plus or
minus. It is very much earlier than Incident II which occurred only
75 million years ago (a bit less).
Incident II is only peculiar and general on this planet and
nearby stars, whereas Incident I is to be found on all thetans.
The Basic on BT's
I've isolated a way a thetan comes to be stuck to another
thetan. This gives the basis of clusters and having BT's.
A thetan collides with another. That one makes a picture of
being collided with. Other BT's get stuck to the picture.
The moment of actual contact of thetans was brief but the
picture (containing a stop or withdraw) tends to be permanent.
Thetans then get the idea they can be permanently stuck as
they see pictures of it happening.
Thus we get the concept of a "black theta body". This would
be actual BT's stuck to a thetan plus pictures of BT's stuck to a
thetan.
An answer to all this is to find the first picture a thetan
made of contacting another thetan.
If not at once available the earliest instance of a thetan
contacting (colliding, running into, attacking) another thetan could
be achieved by R3R on being suddenly hit with clusters or strange
beings.
The idea is to find and run the "first picture" one made of
another thetan.
This opens another way to "blow off" BT's - run R3R on a BT to
the first picture the BT ever made of another thetan.
Instructions
Locate by meter read or an area of pressure, a body thetan or
group (cluster). Run Incident II. If the BT does not blow off or the
group break up and blow, then run Incident I on individual BT's.
Each will blow off with an F/N.
When you can find no more on which to run Incident I's, once
more locate a pressure area or by meter read on looking over body
run another Incident II. Then Incident I's on any.
Incident II made clusters of BT's. Severe impacts and
experiences ALSO make clusters. (See the data called "Milazzo" in
this pack.) Those who do not leave on running the impact or its
chain will leave when Incident I is run on them.
Incident II sometimes forms gigantic clusters. In such there
is a leader, an alternate leader and several (eight to eighteen)
more. These were all implanted in different volcanic areas with
fractions of the main 36 day implant and then "packaged" in Las
Palmas or Hawaii. This if you run Incident II as far as "the pilot"
it blows up or loosens up and those who don't go away can be run on
Incident I's.
Do not speak your commands. Just "intend" them. A BT controls
easily. BT's can be ARC broken by rough or careless auditing. You
can also run an Incident II on a BT and he doesn't blow, but you
accidentally run in Incident I on another one and leave the first
still there. The remedy is to run Incident I's on anything you find.
A very SP BT can be run on grades and Power and should then
respond to Incident II and Incident I.
After a BT leaves, some other BT may copy him or the incident
just run.
If you have found a cluster (pressure area) that does not
respond or disintegrate to Incident II running, get Dianetic
auditing, listing "what impact or incident would cause a cluster?"
and R3R on the items found. Then do more Incident I's to clean up
the strays with solo. This is a refined "Milazzo".
There are hundreds of BT's you will find.
If you find none, get audited on Dianetics in general and as
above (impact list), and if you still find none, get a review GF40
and handle all items, then go back to solo.
If you find only one or two, get the Dianetic impact list
done.
All "none on OTIII" cases were later found loaded.
Do Incident II and Incident I's on what you can find to begin
with. You will do fine. Good hunting.
* * *
Certain "buttons" have to be gotten in where running a thetan
through incidents. The EFFORT TO STOP the motion hangs up the
action and gives a stuck picture. One gets the EFFORT TO STOP off
and the scene races through.
The EFFORT TO WITHDRAW is important also and hangs up the
action and creates a vacuum.
RUSH, PROTEST, NOT-IS, SUPPRESS are also present.
These were actions - thoughts - the thetan had during the
incident and are picked up only when the incident doesn't run well.
Sometimes two "buttons" such as STOP and WITHDRAW are in
combination.
Thetans in the body may obsessively copy the pictures of
other thetans. Therefore you can find it seems that the thetan who
just left is still there because there is a picture left. Spot the
fact that someone else copied it and it usually goes.
If you do an S & D on a body thetan be sure you give the right
item to the right thetan.
That would be what I most want to see on freshmeat, a Cocoa port of Evolution. Increasingly that looks like OS X's only hope for native Exchange compatibility. MS doesn't seem to be budging on Outlook. If we users ported Evolution, Ximian would surely give us Connector. They can make money selling Exchange connectivity to Mac users.
I would start the project myself if I were competent.
It is cowardly, and a betrayal of whatever it means to be a Jew, to act as a white man
-James Baldwin
I think that too many people are afraid of the open source movement. And Mac OS X, while partly open source, is a good intro into what Unix/Linux is all about. I have met alot of people, who are afraid of implementing Linux, but have no problem with Mac OS X. While widly different, it is nice to have a stable version of linux on my system that all my *nix commands work with (Unlike windows where i have a hard time remembering a Display Directory is DIR and not LS) I think Mac OS X is going to open the world up to *nix because Apple has done what many people have tried to do, Put a Pretty Face (Aqua) ontop of an Ugly Operating System (BSD). This is going to help out in the long run especially if they release their I-32 version of the OS.
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Cross Auditing
When one runs Incident I out of one thetan and then IncidentII out of another (thinking it was the first one) one can get a partially run body thetan who won't blow, but who may start to go on through the whole of R6 automatically (since the basic-basic Incident I is not run, yet Incident II is). Once can get quite ill doing this as the illness in R6 can turn on.
One can also "feel no wish to audit". All no desire to audit" is some large blunder on a case.
The way you can run Incident I out of one thetan and Incident II out of another is rather easy. One fails to notice the first one blow on having Incident I run and runs Incident II on another.
As a matter of data, the only trouble in a III OT run is running an Incident I on one thetan and an Incident II on another, thinking it was the first one. A pre-OT can freewheel into R6 if
you run only an Incident II. You can stop a freewheel at once by
running Incident I off the same thetan you ran the Incident II on
that started a freewheel.
Freewheel means that the PC goes on automatic continuous run.
Incident II is R6 75,000,000 years ago. Incident I is about 4
quadrillion years ago. Both, all thetans on this planet and 21
nearby stars have in common. All thetans in the universe have
Incident I. Only those in this old Confederation have Incident II
and R6. All C.C. and OT II materials are in R6 75,000,000 years ago.
These are followed by 36 days worth of motion pictures - God,
Devil, space opera, trains, cars, helicopters, crashes, stage etc.
This R6 is 75,000,000 years ago, and this planet and Confederation.
If the volcano bit is run as per III directions but the
Incident I is not run on the same thetan, R6 begins to run off on
automatic, the Being can't sleep for days, the body dies. That's
the way it was designed.
Overrun on III
The only way you can get a read on "Overrun on III" is to
have accidentally run Incident I out, and then later run it out
again on the same thetan or make a similar blunder. Example: One
flattens Incident I by several passes on a body thetan. This body
thetan for some reason (Mostly because Incident II was then not run)
does not fly off. Then, not noticing, one again finds the same
thetan and once more seeks to run Incident I. One then gets, in
answer to the question "Overrun on III?" a lot of reads and overrun
phenomena.
The remedy is to find out WHO was overrun and get the charge
off by that action.
One then runs Incident II on that thetan or in any event, by
getting off the charge of "overrun", letting the thetan depart.
Just because one's meter reads "Overrun on III" is no reason
to attest. Find out who was. It's almost always a body thetan.
* * *
A BT can be overrun past erasure. This fact sometimes causes
a solo auditor to believe OT III is overrun.
If he asks "Is OT III overrun?" he may get a read and
blowdown. This is actually usually just one BT or cluster that is
overrun. The remedy is discovering and indicating the point of
overrun. And carry on with OT III.
Running OT III
When running OT III the solo auditor handles body thetans as
he would any other PC, for the general idea is to run them
standardly and not ARC break them. He does not scan through
anything in order to find body thetans.
When a solo auditor can find no more body thetans he can
attest, or run a pressure area down and handle as per his running
instructions.
The pre-OT could be exterior and the Interiorization
processes can be run in Review to help him through.
Here are three reasons why a pre-OT might have trouble whilst
running BT's on Incident II -
(1) It is the wrong area;
(2) it is not the volcano of the BT being run;
(3) it is not an Incident II, but another incident of a
different date.
Check (1) and (2) if you are having any difficulty in running
Incident II and handle by locating the correct area or finding the
volcano of the BT being run. If it is not a II, simply check for
the date and if different run it.
OT III Errors
Amongst OT III errors are "a BT run on Incident I fails to
blow". There are three reasons:
(a) Auditor is trying to run a cluster with an Incident I. The
right thing to do is date and get the character of the incident that
made it a cluster and then run Incident I's on those left when it
breaks up. Or get Dianetic auditing.
(b) There is an earlier Incident I on the same BT. Find it and
run it. The BT has a chain of them all by himself.
(c) Another BT is copying the Incident I just run so it looks
like it didn't blow. Failure to ever run Incident II can also cause
a bog. Routine Dianetic auditing by a Dianetic HDG who is also on
or above OT III using triple flows and LDN OT III also handles
bogged OT III pre-OT's.
Cluster Formation - Cumulative
In doing a cluster one is likely to find it is made up of
other earlier clusters. This looks like this. 1898 impact horse
accident. When engram 1898 run on R3R, that part blows. No F/N
occurs, TA remains up. Remainder will grind after the blow. Earlier
portion dates as 93,000,000 years ago, electric shock. When run on
R3R, that part blows, no F/N. TA remains up, will grind if run
further. Earliest portion dates as 72 trillion implant. When run on
R3R, all blow, F/N.
A cluster or engram which is a cluster can repeatedly F/N as
BT's blow. Dates as 778 million explosion. After run once or twice
an F/N occurs as one BT blows. Run again to second F/N as two more
BT's blow. Remainder blow with a wider F/N. The cluster has gone.
This happens (repeating F/N) when picture persists and meter check
reveals it is not a copy. It will be more BT's in same cluster. So
above repeating F/N occurs when pre-OT is moved through it.
Clusters are found by meter dating, listing for type of incident
and run as an engram. Clusters can occur at Incident II and
Incident I. They can also occur at 1 quadrillion, which is the
Clearing Course materials. They also occur at random dates for
different reasons.
* * *
I have lately been C/Sing a number of failed OT cases and
have found them all running well on solo now. The errors are made
as follows:
(1) The solo auditor cannot audit, needs more training.
(2) Cases are not well prepared with Dianetics.
The remedy for all of these is to:
(a) Run the PC for at least a score or two of Dianetic items
by R3R, done of course by a good HDG,
(b) then do a GF 40.
And then repeat it until necessary auditing is complete. These
two actions take care of the majority of difficult cases on OT III.
The real End Phenomena of OT III and OT IV is exterior with
full perception. You can and should accomplish full stable
exteriorization on doing the materials of III.
Further III remedies:
(3) High TA. This comes from not completing the Incidents I
and II on body thetans.
(4) The solo auditor puts too wide an intention on the BT and
runs two or three when he is intending to run only one.
(5) A cluster just won't break up. The remedy is a Dianetic
session listing for impacts or incidents that would cause a cluster
and doing R3R. The principle of earlier similar holds good. When
this is completed, the solo auditor is sent back to solo to clean
up the BT's shaken loose and to continue with OT III.
(6) Rudiments go out on BT's. The remedy of course is to
locate BT's who have out-ruds, put in the ruds and run Incident I,
at which the BT should leave.
(7) A theta-bopping meter sometimes puzzles a solo auditor on
OT III. This means a BT is trying to exteriorize and can't. The
remedy is to complete the partially run Incident II or Incident I
or in extreme cases put the ruds in on the hung up BT.
(8) One-hand electrode giving wrong TA read baffling the solo
auditor with floating needles with a high TA. The remedy is to have
two-hand electrodes handy and trim the trim knob so the one-hand
electrode reads the same as two-hand electrodes.
(9) A suppressive body thetan sometimes isn't auditable. The
remedy is to run Grades IV or V on him.
(10) By far and large the corniest error and which has been
very prevalent is not knowing the materials of OT III or the content
of Incident II or Incident I.
OT III is a vital grade. One fronts up to it and does it.
When he is really done, the rewards of OT III and IV exceed his
wildest dreams.
Rudiments Going Out on BT's
When the ruds go out on BT's during the session the solo
auditor recognizes the following:
BT critical = withhold from auditor
BT antagonistic = bypassed charge in session
No TA = problem
BT sad = ARC Break
Soaring TA = Overrun or protest (also more than one BT being
run in error or it's a cluster)
Auditor tired = no sleep or incomplete Incident I's
Auditor dope-off = bypassed F/N or not enough sleep
Auditor no-interest = out ruds on BT's
A solo auditor who isn't sure what it is, but runs into
trouble with a BT is smart to end off the session quickly, write
down the full observation and get it to the C/S. The solo auditor
who knows what he is looking at as per the above scale (and the C/S
the C/S would give), handles it promptly.
BT critical = w/h = pull the withhold
BT antagonistic = BPC = assess proper list (such as L1C) and
handle
No TA (or case gain) = problem = locate the problem and handle
BT sad = ARC Break = locate and handle itsa E/S itsa
Soaring TA = O/R or protest (also more than one BT being run
in error or it's a cluster) = find which and handle (running more
than the one intended comes from too wide an intention)
Auditor tired = no sleep or incomplete Incident I's = check
which it is and handle
Auditor dope-off = lack of sleep or bypassed F/N = check on
sleep or rehabilitate F/N
Auditor no-interest = out-ruds on BT's = put in ruds
for me to POOP on.
If it's anything like the whole
Windows stuff is here. There's tons of it... far more than OSX stuff.
:)
The Windows people are just, generally, more concerned with getting stuff done than whether or not they get their own cool unique hostname like whiney Mac people demand...
In other words, "We can't win, so we'll just say we're playing by different rules."
;-)
I write in my journal
They should really add an RSS feed to that. Just for me. Like a Christmas present, you know? That would be great.
Same goes for apple.slashdot. That would be like *double* Christmas.
The great thing about Mac OS X being a BSD is that it's easy to have multiplatform Unix projects that support OSX. Are people that maintain OSX ports of their multiplatform project going to have to maintain multiple projects in multiple sections because of this ego-massage for OSX users?
with a killer tennis serve.
Yes, playing to different sets of rules is perfectly legitimate. People do it all the time.
An outfit like Red Hat or Mandrake can be evaluated by standard business models because they accepted that rule set and are playing that game.
Red Hat and Mandrake != Linux.
If I may speak metaphorically ( and I may, because there really isn't anything you can do about it) the business model of success is similar to that of Chess.
Linux is a bit more like Go, where not only the rules but the very concept of "winning" is somewhat different.
KFG
Let's not kid ourselves. We know exactly why they aren't available in small or extra small. It does no good to stock a product no one will buy.
I just saw a new 'old style iMac' (no LED Screen) for sale for $699 new. Frankly, if I were buying a new mac, I'd buy one of those. IIRC, it had okay specs.
BTW, OS X 10.2 runs fine on my older iMac (DV Graphite SE purchased Jan 2000).
And eBay Macs are even cheaper. If you want a machine that runs Jagwire, there really isn't any reason why you can't afford one. Granted, it won't be top of the line, but it will work, and work nicely...
My father is a blogger.
They gotcha!
taco dishes out scoop of freshmeat and apple
Anyone else getting hungry?
Ergonomica Auctorita Illico!
That one's definitely from left field. I'm not sure how to articulate how I would feel about such a thing, so let me describe what appeared before my mind's eye (ear).
A giant swimming pool filled with gelatin. There's a retarded man sitting in a lawn chair.
The pool makes unnatural, gloppy gelatin noises as the wind stirs waves across it's surface. The retarded man doesn't seem to think anything is amiss.
You must be joking. I've played Mac OSX 10.2.1 (Thats Mac OS 10.10.2.1 apparently) and its a dog one ANY platform. Lets see, iBook, g3 Powerbook, G4 tower (867) and a G3 desktop. I couldn't believe my eyes as I watched a little rainbow (hello pride parade!) spin and spin and spin... Oh, but, if I do ONE thing, and only ONE thing, its pretty manageable. Its NOTHING like a Mac, and this is the question. Whats the point of Apple?
What someone needs to due is port GTK over to Aqua, they did it for winders, so lets do it for the mac and then let in a bunch more apps (although most of the blow), without having to run XDarwin, not that I do not mind running it, I just think it would be more fun
$999 for a brand spanking new iBook, it's quite possably the sweatest laptop out there, esp. at that price point. The price is right and the batttery life is excelent; Screen, size and weight is the absolutelty the perfect for portability. If you can make a laptop at this price and with the same specs your too much of a computer guru for me to even begin to be talking too, and I should cower to you're 31337'ness.
Artist will always make art.
Does that mean this story will get posted three times instead of two?
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Ummm...one assumes that Apple would want to invest in something that might actually make a long-term profit and build their core business. OSDN doesn't seem to meet those criteria.
-- Slashdot: When Public Access TV Says "No"
As a Mac developer for some years and MacHack attendee, where this year CmdrTaco keynoted, mostly about l#sbian sim characters on his ThinkPad, I'd like to be one of the first to welcome you to the world of the MacOS X. Seriously, I hope you enjoy the ride, Rob. Great to have you along.
VersionTracker could use some competition, so it is great to have the more Unix-focused Freshmeat and MacUpdate on the scene.
http://tinyurl.com/4ny52
VersionTracker doesn't have a setting for open source so that's why I put my open source project (FractalTreesX) on fresh meat as well.
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http://www.versiontracker.com/moreinfo.fcgi?id=
http://freshmeat.net/projects/fractalt
http://simonwoodside
it uses the (closed) cocoa API but I suppose that the GnuStep folks can start to mine the osx.freshmeat.net code for stuff to port if they want some apps, if it works on GnuStep then it's a fully open-source program all they way down.
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Granted I don't know much about OSX. However -- with most *nix OS's that are posix complient -- should not only ./configure;make;make install care about what the underlying OS is (as long as all the right libraries installed? (Or is there special reqs. for programs to be ported to OSX?? -- and if there is, then what good is it..)
(+1 Funny) only if I laugh out loud.
Oreillynet has been covering OS X for about a year, and has added an open source site which has covered open source OS X apps since June.
+1 informative; I didn't know you could build a Darwin kernel yourself. cool!!
This is important stuff, and has everything to do with OS X!!
+1 informative; I didn't know you were such a retard
Money, business and profit mean absolutely nothing in the long run. There is no true value of any kind since it is all disposable. Expanding the abilities of an individual's understanding and intelligence to a greater potential and spreading that to more people means everything. There is true value in complex thought. Therefore, open source software is much more valuable than proprietary software since the impetus is not profit, but knowledge. Think of it this way... What kind of software do you think is still going to be around in a few generations? Proprietary or open source? Classical music is still around and has much more of a presence than the folk music of the same time period. Re-evaluate your thinking.
Un-news
I have a classic iMac, but I was willing to pay a premium for a fanless machine in a pretty case for a special application. But for general desktop use, the Dell hardware beats the iMac hardware in every way.
With a name like yours, you can't possibly expect to be taken seriously, can you?
If you don't believe what you're saying, then ha ha, very funny, go away now. If you do believe what you're saying, then kindly take your nihilism elsewhere. The things that you say mean absolutely nothing do, in fact, mean something, because people attach value to them.
Either way, that's about enough out of you.
I write in my journal
Clearly, the issue isn't that the Operating System isn't Open Source, or OSX wouldn't be acceptable either.
Just went over to the new OS X section. Within three minutes I had downloaded Meteorologist - a free alternative to WeatherPop. It works really well too! It's nice to have a reliable place to find free OS X software other than Mozilla...
www.tealeaves.org "All you need is love." -
Is it just me or do most of you out there seem to think that more and more people are using Apple laptops? Maybe it is because I just bought one, but it seems more and more people are using them and talking about them. And it seems mostly confined to laptops. For me, the Power Mac G4 is out of reach on price and I'm not thrilled about getting and all-in-one desktop computer. Anyway, it would be interesting to see how Apple's market share is changing in the laptop and desktop sectors.
Smeghead every day of the week.
To explain why he feels so uneasy, and indeed to unveil the true plight of MAC users everywhere, I have taken it upon myself to draw the parallels between MAC users and the H.O.M.O.'s of the world:
Well, think about it:
We're ten percent of the population.
The object of our desire comes in rainbow colors.
We are constantly vocal about our preferences for fear of being snowed under by the rest of society.
When people try to get us to switch, we scream and yell about how it's the right thing for us and ask them to "try it just once and see if they like it."
Most of us have been this way for years; it's not a decision we just made overnight.
Although our functions are criticized, the moral majority STILL agree that we are tastefully designed, have an innate sense of colour, and are always on the leading edge of style and fashion.
Too, we are often emulated by the majority with thinly-veiled knockoffs of our style.
And, no matter how they beg and plead, no matter how we may tear our families apart with the shame and stigma of our choice (and some still say it was never a choice!), still they'll never change us.
Finally, our biggest and most visible supporters are in San Francisco.
It's official: Apparently, all Macintosh users are honorary homosexuals.
MAC PRIDE!
Of course, this isn't necessarily true. It's just an observation.
Thanks for reading our FAQ :)
http://freshmeat.net/faq/view/34/
Compare our Unix software section and the Palm section. The Palm section is microscopic in comparison; it's dwarfed by the Themes section, which is in turn dwarfed by the Software section.
But imagine what would happen if we allowed Windows software. A flood of applications, to say the least. Sometimes it gets a bit hectic keeping up with all the Unix software and themes, and I think we'd be totally swamped if we added Windows software, thus reducing the usefulness of the site.
Finally, as the FAQ says, there are plenty of software download sites for Windows. We don't need to reinvent that wheel. This is different than PalmOS, because our selection of Palm apps is generally a different sort than the ones at other sites (When we launched the section, Jeff noted that other sites had mainly apps for business users, whereas ours could be more for geeks).
[Why Palm? Unless I'm mistaken, that's still the PDA of choice for *nix folks, since they can actually sync with it]
I am not officially representing OSDN, blah, blah...
WMBC freeform/independent online radio.
I did have XFree86 installed but I realised that I didn't need it and it was just taking up space on my drive. However, if you had the slightest hint of a clue you would know that XFree86 compiles on OS X from the same source tree as Linux. OS X doesn't come bundled with XFree86 but who gives a shit about that? Are you implying that PicoBSD isn't Unix?
BTW, GNU stands for GNU's Not Unix! The presence or absence of GNU tools (such as bison) does not make or break a Unix. Nor does the lack of an XWindow system.
This same stupid, pedantic, ill-informed point was argued to death on Mac forums a year or more ago. ("A: Is this a Unix application? B: No, idiot, it's a Carbon app. Only Cocoa apps are Unix! C: I'm pretty sure it has to run in the Dos terminal to be Unix").
The point is: Who really gives a shit? You do realise that technically Linux isn't a unix either? Here's my definition of a Unix: /dev exists. Probably also the idea of mount points instead of drive letters or a 'Desktop'. (Before you use this as proof that Mac OS X isn't unix, please realise that disk mounting on the desktop is GUI only. Disks are mounted under /Volumes, which is practically identical to /mnt except that it is more automatic.)
Oh yeah, Merry Christmas! :-)
Yes, you can compile XFree86 on Mac OS X. But:
- Mac OS X does not include X11;
- The Mac OS X GUI is not X11 or even vaguely related to it;
- Graphical applications written for Mac OS X will not run on other Unixes, even those that have XFree86.
This last point seems the most important to me - sure you _can_ disregard the native windowing system, compile an X server and libraries and run only X11 applications. You can do that on Windows too. But the Mac's standard user interface, the one that 99% of its users run, is not X11 and not particularly Unix-like.
Yes, I know that under some definitions Linux is not 'Unix' either. That is my whole point, that trying to include or exclude operating systems based on whether they are 'Unix' or not is silly. Almost any system can be classified as 'Unix' by some criterion or another - even MS-DOS with DJGPP has a fairly complete Unix environment. Freshmeat should just accept software for all platforms.
-- Ed Avis ed@membled.com
maybe they are concerned with accepting platforms for which there is a decent amount of free software.
I stand by my words.
Posit: How much value does a copy of Microsoft Windows 3.1 currently have? Can one sell it for the same price that he or she bought it for? Now compare that with a copy of the GNU Emacs source code where the key "selling point" is not profit, but the sharing and spreading of knowledge and freedom. How valuable is ANY version of the Emacs source code in comparison to any version of Windows once Microsoft has deemed it "obsolete"?
As usual, the profit motive that drives proprietary software only serves the short term gains of a few individuals as opposed to the larger benefits that open and free software offer ANYONE. This paradigm continues to expand as the open/free software movement produces more and better software over time.
Now... some questions for you:
-How was my original statement "nihilistic"? I think it's quite the oppposite, it's uplifting to the human condition. While profit and business may have some short term meaning and value to only a few select individuals, knowledge has a much longer life. Copernicus, Aristotle and DaVinci are still names that are connected to concepts and ideas that have much more value than anything that Ballmer, Gates, Jobs or Ellison are preaching now. The open/free software movement is in much closer company with the former than the latter.
-While you may disagree with my opinions, you do not have the power to stop me from voicing them. Your final comment, "Either way, that's about enough out of you." illustrates your failure to comprehend that. I have no intention of starting a flamewar with you. I was merely asking you to re-evaluate your position based on the information I provided. There was also the option of providing reason for your disagreement with the potential to enlighten me and perhaps change my mind. You are now in less of a position to do so.
This last part can be ignored by everyone except Twirlip:
-Finally, (and I've left this for last since it was the weakest part of your response) the fact that you would discredit someone's posts based solely on their login name, illustrates that you are not interested in the free exchange of ideas and information. This is not a crime on your part, but it does impede self-development in many areas.
I will enlighten you as to the meaning of my login name. I created this account for a few purposes. One of these is to have a way to post without damaging the karma of my normal login since some of my views are unpopular and garner unfair moderation by closed minds. The other purpose is that I love to post things that get rated "informative" or "insightful" but still contain a good deal of profanity. This is because I believe that profanity does not preclude valid information and it happens to have style when used properly. Such as, "Shut the fuck up you closed minded fucking moron", or "Bend over and grease up those canker infested assholes... here come the capitalists". Finally, it's a joke aimed at your typical "Neo Conservative". In my opinion, nearly all neoconservatives on Slashdot are "Trolling for (as in: in favor of) Dollars".
With that said, STFU and re-evaluate your position (which is probably bent over and greased up).
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Hehehehehe... I guess that's about enough out of Trollipofthemists... ;P
Folks... you saw it here first. I have put Twirlip of the Mists down. He has not responded to this post for days and therfore foreits the victory in this short discussion to me. In short... WE ALL WIN. Stupid gasbag. Check out my journal for more info as I (while I'm bored anyway) pursue Trollip and NineNine around Slashdot. I will be back at work on Monady and have a life over the weekend, so chances are this pursuit will be shortlived.
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He has not responded to this post for days and therfore foreits the victory in this short discussion to me.
Sorry, that's not how it works.
Will I retire or break 10K?
Oh really? Well how does it work smartass? Do you care to respond to my questions since you are so eager to defend Trollip? If you say no, then that's two victories on my part. And don't think you'll get off scott free by saying something like, "I refuse to be challenged by someone calling himself Trolling4Dollars" or "I am too far above you to be able to address something as simple and lowly as you" since those are NON-ANSWERS. But typical tripe from conervative sheep. Go bleat elsewhere little boy.
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Well how does it work smartass?
For one thing, ACs post at 0, and the default threshold for having replies sent to Slashdot Message Center is 1. Thus, Twirlip may have legitimately not seen your reply.
For another, if you use insulting language such as "smartass", you're likely to be ignored not because your opponent in the debate has acquiesced to your position, but because you broke one of the general rules of Western civilized debate: no ad hominem attacks.
Therefore, silence from your opponent does not necessarily mean that your opponent has given up the argument to you.
so eager to defend Trollip?
When I get into a debate, I try to see both parties' points. I may defend Twirlip, or I may defend you, or (ObTopic) I may defend Apple's legal department. I may look like a devil's advocate, but that's only because a devil's advocate provides useful perspective.
And don't think you'll get off scott free by saying something like, "I refuse to be challenged by someone calling himself Trolling4Dollars"
I don't give two sh*ts about user names, as long as you sign your posts, either by posting with your primary /. account or, if you post comments off the main topic as AC to avoid the karma hit, by writing your username at the bottom of the comment. I have made it clear to Twirlip that judging somebody by a nick is not appropriate.
Will I retire or break 10K?
With a name like yours, you can't possibly expect to be taken seriously, can you?
Ad hominem attacks are not acceptable. Can we assume that Rob Malda is a fan of Mexican food?
Will I retire or break 10K?
A user who posts under the name "Trolling4Dollars" is asking, positively begging, not to be taken seriously.
On the other hand, others may believe that a user who posts as "Twirlip of the Mists" may be asking for the same thing.
I've covered the anti-Disney issue in my journal so as not to draw a -1 Offtopic by continuing to discuss it here. Please reply there.
Will I retire or break 10K?