Random Humor

An anonymous reader sends in Monitor Man: "Monitor Man is the latest idea in Japan for advertising at sports matches. Seems to be quite popular with the kids, anyway... siliconshock writes "Here is a torrent link to a 10 year old educational video from the SPA (Software Publisher's Association), which tells kids not to 'copy that floppy'. The video contains oldskool screen shots from "Oregon Trail", "Tetris" and other games of the era. The best part is the rapper who is singing and dancing to a great anti-piracy song. Here is more info. The file is 16mb, and in case you were worried about this file being copyrighted.... 'The Software Publishers Association gives you permission to copy this video for the non-profit purpose of promoting the ethical and legal use of software.'" And [vmlinuz] writes "After recently hearing a few different versions of RMS's legendary Free Software Song, I decided to do my own version, considerably heavier. You can get it in MP3 and OGG format."

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[Anonymous Coward]

* Are you gay?
* Are you a nigger?
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Looking at the pictures...

[LongJohnStewartMill]

I just know that guy's first name is iMac...

The solution to all /. 'ings

[evilviper]

I think I know the soultion... You see, if files were on an FTP site, you could actually limit the number of simultaneous connections quite easilly. It can be done with HTTP, but not easilly, and not all that well.

The fact that every major distributor of files uses FTP exclusively should say something. You don't see Linux/BSD isos on HTTP very often, now do you?

Take my advice, if you want to survive a /.ing, put your files on FTP, even if your files happen to be HTML doucments, images, Oggs, etc.

Either that, or hack together a good system for limited the number of simultaneous users on your HTTP site. A good system could imitate spamcop.net... If you are overloaded, send them to a basic page that says so, and insert a meta-refresh tag... The more users, the longer the time for that meta-refresh should be.

You might have to wait a while to log-in to the FTP server, but you wouldn't have out-of-control bandwidth costs, you wouldn't swamp your line, and your server wouldn't be smoldering right now:

temp$ wget http://www.jonobacon.org/music/solo/jonobacon-free so>
--02:00:40-- http://www.jonobacon.org/music/solo/jonobacon-free softwaresong.ogg
=> `jonobacon-freesoftwaresong.ogg'
Connecting to www.jonobacon.org:80... connected!
HTTP request sent, awaiting response...
Read error (Connection reset by peer) in headers.
Retrying.

--02:08:40-- http://www.jonobacon.org/music/solo/jonobacon-free softwaresong.ogg
(try: 2) => `jonobacon-freesoftwaresong.ogg'
Connecting to www.jonobacon.org:80... connected!
HTTP request sent, awaiting response...

More info about the rapper in the video.

[hellticket]

Tragedy begets tragedy. The link below explains much about how rap like that could be inflicted upon us. Break the cycle. Stop the crap rap.

http://movingforward.org/v1n2-firstperson.html

Text below.

Sexual Child Abuse: A Male Survivors Story

by M.E. Hart

I am an African American male, an attorney, and a professional actor; but first, I am a survivor of childhood sexual abuse. This is my earliest life memory:

I was four years old. It was winter. There was a fire in the fireplace. I watched as it reflected through the room. The whole room was magically aglow.

"Okay, it's time for bed," Grandma yelled.

I grabbed the covers and climbed into the big, white bed. From up there, I felt like I was on top of the world. There were four us in the bed, one adult and three kids.

The adult was going to sleep beside me "so I wouldn't be scared." That's what everyone told me, although I didn't know why I should be afraid. I figured if he was there I would be fine. I laid down in the warmth of the fire's glow and I drifted off to sleep.

Later that night I felt something behind me on the adult's side. Many thoughts raced through my head. What was it -- maybe the thing I was supposed to fear -- maybe the Devil? But how could it get to me with an adult there to protect me? I didn't understand.

I felt it poking me. It was kind of soft-hard. It started poking down my back. It went down, down, down until it was poking me where my underwear covered. It was poking me in that place.

It started pulling down my underwear. I was really getting scared. I wondered if it had already gotten all the other people in the bed. Was I the only one left? Oh God, what was I going to do? Childhood denial set in. It wasn't hurting, just poking. Maybe it was trying to be friendly. Then it stabbed deep inside of me, tearing through my skin.

It was hurting me! I felt wet on my face -- tears. I was so scared I couldn't say anything. No words would come out. I wanted to go to sleep -- if I could sleep maybe it would be gone when I woke up. I was wrong. When I awoke, it was still poking me hard, but I knew I had to go to sleep. If I was going to go to hell with the Devil I wanted to be asleep. A pattern was set, poking, sleep, poking, sleep....

From that night on, I didn't really feel much anymore. I had been physically, emotionally, and spiritually assaulted. It was a brutal violation of my four-year-old world. My innocence had died, my cry had been silenced, my connection with my own body had been broken. The four-year old magic glow was gone; silent terror took its place. My life was changed forever.

This was the beginning of a fifteen-year cycle of sexual abuse. Within two years, that adult, a male cousin, had introduced his brother to the practice. Then he told a friend of his who also began to abuse me.

My family situation helped keep the abuse secret. I grew up in a public housing project. My father was an alcoholic, and my mother was taking tranqulizers. There was always fear in the house. We didn't know how my father was going to act when he came home and there were always arguments over money for food, rent, and clothes.

When my abuse started there were three children in my family -- eventually, there were six. With each new child came more demands, more alcohol, and more arguments. Fear prevented me from saying anything to my parents -- I was afraid they would blame me. But most of all, I was afraid it would cause more problems within the family.

My abusers started spreading rumors about me among their peers. Many of them called me names, exposed themselves to me, and then tried seduce me in private. Days and nights of utter terror made growing up difficult. During those warlike years, thirteen people were responsible for sexually abusing me. If this cycle were just beginning today, with the threat of AIDS, I shudder to think of the consequences.

Growing up abused affected my whole life. As a todd

Re:Dumbest Link ever?

[Sevn]

Played fine on mplayer for me. Pathetic rhymes and
all. Too bad it's too big to fit on an AOL floppy or
I'd share it with all my friends. Maybe AOL will
start putting out their crap on CDRW's and I'll be
able to share stuff again.