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Author of Paper Critical of Microsoft is Fired
chongo writes "Daniel E. Geer Jr., one of the primary authors of a
report
Reliance
On MS A Danger To National Security,
was fired from @stake Thursday morning.
@stake said that 'The values an opinions of the
report
are not in line with @stake's views' and that Geer's
participation was 'not sanctioned.'
Microsoft, who has worked closely with @stake
in the past, denied that it was involved in @stake's
decision to fire Dan." There might not be anything fishy going on at all, but that's no reason to stop making perfectly good conspiracy theories.
I'm not supposed to get jigs in it!
Spork you ! corplaw blog bitches!
Its just *us* and *them*! Mel Gibson was right! Dear God no, I thought that was a movie! Time to start boobie trapping the house!
Read it and weep, biatch whores!!!!
They also boosted the memory limitation of Notepad so that it can open files larger than 60 kilobytes. Definately a feature that distinguishes notepad from all the rest.
What in the hell does any of that have to do with this article? You've said nothing that hasn't been repeated, near-verbatim, in every other slashdot article at least 3 times.
We've had enough of your total lack of insight.
My phone just rang, but I couldn't bring myself to answer. Torn between my desire for company and my furiously raging insecurities, I let the call go to voicemail.
The message she left confirmed my worst fears--and my sole exhilaration.
"Call me when you get this," comes her throaty whisper. "I'll be up 'til late tonight."
But I dare not call back, for I am a prisoner; I am the warden; I have swallowed the key and left myself to starve.
It's been close to eleven months since last I had sex, and sometimes I still find myself thinking of that furtive adventure; that girl was smart and sexy, with a piercing wit and an innocent smile that used to light my loins on fire. The girl who left me a message just now is cute, sporty, playful and endearingly awkward, but there is simply no comparison with what I passed up last year. And, oh God, I wonder if I should settle tonight for less.
Noone wanted to talk about it. My assumption is that noone I got to wanted to rock the boat, and noone responsible trusted the employees.
"Noone" is not a word. The phrase "no one", however, is proper usage.
We know where leadership by an anti-intellectual "strongman" who scapegoats minorities and likes boisterous rallies goes
Geesh, he's correcting an obvious mistake. It's not like he called me an idiot for not spelling correctly.
You, on the other hand, did it, and did it anonymously. I'm not pissed at him, so why the hell should you care?
-Todd
"The details of my life are quite inconsequential..."
>Try talking bad about Linux on Slashdot and I bet you'll get banned from this place.
If by "ban" you mean unable to access slashdot for 72 hours due to attempts to ruin the forum (page widening by klerck), then sure.
Otherwise, you're quite wrong. In fact, slashdot has only ever deleted one post.
If you could be told what you can see or read, then it follows that you could be told what to say or think - BoC
ahhhh. go find your tv remote, and crank up the AC.
;-)
you little sheep you!
(-digs through freezer- now where's that frozen pizza...sigh)
Mr. Vampyre, you are a virtous, albeit undead, soul. However, you are preaching to the wind. Were you to flog LinuxMan with a bag of nails, he'd misspell its by week's end.
Hey, he spelled business right!
Ha, I spelled 'virtuous' wrong. Had to happen.
Hey, I like the right-clickability of solitaire and spider solitaire is great!
I use emeditor instead of notepad (it doesn't suck). but I've got calculator hot-keyed to "webcam" on my keyboard!
He could cross over to the dark side, hack MS and prove his point...
Top 5 reasons to become a hacker:
5 -- Easier than getting a real CS degree
4 -- On top of 15 minutes of fame, you may also get 15 years of jailtime at no extra cost if you act now!
3 -- Opportunity to be featured in Jon Katz's new book about "Hacking in America: The Paradigm Shift Toward Increased Justice After 9/11"
2 -- Something to do while you're busy not trying to find a job
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Good security is based upon reality and common sense. Common sense is a function of having common knowledge.
solitaire and spider solitaire is great!
I prefer AisleRiot... it's a ton of card games all in one app (including spider solitaire and normal solitaire).
Ok, it's not really a card game... it's actually a Scheme interpreter that predefines some functions for handling card-game logic. So, if you feel like it, you can write your own card game and play it with AisleRiot, relatively easily.
Oops, I guess I'm not eligible for the job...
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does the history really matter? shouldn't each post be modded for the merit of the post rather than the history or karma of a poster?
Ooo, ooo, and the Aqueduct!
"Learning is not compulsory... neither is survival."
--Dr.W.Edwards Deming
There has always been BBEdit Lite, free as in beer, to get around that limitation. Oh yeah, and Palm's Memo Pad app also had a similar 32K limitation. And one other thing...TeachText and SimpleText could open files much larger than 32K. They just couldn't edit them.
Knowledge is power. Knowledge shared is power multiplied.