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The 1991 "X-Box"
Jim Hall writes "Back in college (1991), I wondered why no one had bothered to make a DOS-based game console.
One day, in the back of a notebook, I made some notes about how you might go about creating a DOS-based game console. (I even called it an "X-Box", but really the "X" was there because I didn't know what else to call it. Microsoft's current "XBox" console is completely different, and I don't claim any rights to the "X-Box" name.)
I've posted some scans of my notes, and a discussion about how you would create a DOS-based game console."
fp!
The best thing about a boolean is even if you are wrong, you are only off by a bit.
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oh, what the hell
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I hope ...
Actually, in this case it's more like: In Soviet Russia, your idea copies Microsoft!
In Soviet Rush, today's Tom Sawyer gets high on you.
"Slashdot Reaches A New Low"
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... oh, wait.
Okay, for the past few months, I've seen this posted many times over, possibly by the same people, and it got me wondering
theoretically, if we can keep lowering the bar, we'll eventually have discovered an area of human interaction that was previously unknown and unexplored, a sort of cess pool of geek afterthought. and isn't that a scientific and worthy cause in and of itself?
perhaps slashdot could keep a running counter on the front page, letting all the users know exactly how low things have gotten, with exhuberant cheers as we plummet below the levels of the Republican Party, past the sewers of the American Christian Right Taliban, through the sludge and detritus of slashdot
if my calculations are correct, we have achieved absolute zero, people. SLASHDOT CANNOT OFFICIALLY GO ANY LOWER!!!!
so can we PLEASE stop seeing
"Slashdot Reaches A New Low"
every goddamn day? if you don't like a discussion, shut the hell up. nobody forced you read about some lame idea for a shitty game system running on an outdated OS that some dude jotted down on a napkin at the bar after a girl turned him down.
Cheers!
Look, I'm not a hateful person or anything--I believe we should all live and let live. But lately, I've been having a real problem with these homosexuals. You see, just about wherever I go these days, one of them approaches me and starts sucking my cock.
Take last Sunday, for instance, when I casually struck up a conversation with this guy in the health-club locker room. Nothing fruity, just a couple of fellas talking about their workout routines while enjoying a nice hot shower. The guy looked like a real man's man, too--big biceps, meaty thighs, thick neck. He didn't seem the least bit gay. At least not until he started sucking my cock, that is.
Where does this queer get the nerve to suck my cock? Did I look gay to him? Was I wearing a pink feather boa without realizing it? I don't recall the phrase, "Suck my cock" entering the conversation, and I don't have a sign around my neck that reads, "Please, You Homosexuals, Suck My Cock."
I've got nothing against homosexuals. Let them be free to do their gay thing in peace, I say. But when they start sucking my cock, I've got a real problem.
Then there was the time I was hiking through the woods and came across a rugged-looking, blond-haired man in his early 30s. He seemed straight enough to me while we were bathing in that mountain stream, but, before you know it, he's sucking my cock!
What is it with these homos? Can't they control their sexual urges? Aren't there enough gay cocks out there for them to suck on without them having to target normal people like me?
Believe me, I have no interest in getting my cock sucked by some queer. But try telling that to the guy at the beach club. Or the one at the video store. Or the one who catered my wedding. Or any of the countless other homos who've come on to me recently. All of them sucked my cock, and there was nothing I could do to stop them.
I tell you, when a homosexual is sucking your cock, a lot of strange thoughts go through your head: How the hell did this happen? Where did this fairy ever get the idea that I was gay? And where did he get those fantastic boots?
It screws with your head at other times, too. Every time a man passes me on the street, I'm afraid he's going to grab me and drag me off to some bathroom to suck my cock. I've even started to visualize these repulsive cock-sucking episodes during the healthy, heterosexual marital relations I enjoy with my wife--even some that haven't actually happened, like the sweaty, post-game locker-room tryst with Vancouver Canucks forward Mark Messier that I can't seem to stop thinking about.
Things could be worse, I suppose. It could be women trying to suck my cock, which would be adultery and would make me feel tremendously guilty. As it is, I'm just angry and sickened. But, believe me, that's enough. I don't know what makes these homosexuals mistake me for a guy who wants his cock sucked, and, frankly, I don't want to know. I just wish there were some way to get them to stop.
I've tried all sorts of things, but it's all been to no avail. A few months back, I started wearing an intimidating-looking black leather thong with menacing metal studs in the hopes that it would frighten those faggots off, but it didn't work. In fact, it only seemed to encourage them. Then, I really started getting rough, slapping them around whenever they were sucking my cock, but that failed, too. Even pulling out of their mouths just before ejaculation and shooting sperm all over their face, chest, and hair seemed to have no effect. What do I have to do to get the message across to these swishes?
I swear, if these homosexuals don't take a hint and quit sucking my cock all the time, I'm going to have to resort to drastic measures--like maybe pinning them down to the cement floor of the loading dock with my powerful forearms and working my cock all the way up their butt so they understand loud and clear just how much I disapprove of their unwelcome advances. I mean, you can't get much more direct than that.
This is a new low standard for a slashdot story. Hold the presses, I got some 1968 notes scribbled on the back of some panties that belonged to a hooker in Da Nang.
In Soviet Russia, XBox develops YOU!!!!
this is news because...?
If you have nothing of value to contribute, then shut the hell up, anon coward
In Soviet Russia, 1991 it was "X"'d.
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X-Boxes spread hoaxes about you...
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