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DivX Making Hollywood Inroads
worm eater writes "CNet news reports that DivX is doing its best to become a digital video compression standard, and has been very successful in courting DVD manufacturers to adopt the DivX format. But will that be enough to beat out competing compression methods as a new Hollywood standard? It faces tough competition, such as MPEG-4, RealVideo and Windows Media. Who will win the standards race and what will that mean for the companies that push the various compression methods?"
yeh..
1st post????
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.. but I thought the Slashdot audience would appreciate Foxtrot today.
Again, sorry to be off-topic.
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I count at least 10 posts made before yours and at least 2 minutes between the real first post and yours. I hearby award you with the most failing failure of all time.
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"A Dead Boy's Life" (Conclusion) A Franto, Seer of Things, thriller, with the 3D Kid - he's a 3D kid trapped in a 2D world! Previously in "A Dead Boy's Life": While searching for clues regarding the mysterious appearances of very high graffitis all over Super City, the 3D Kid was captured by Beelzebug's intriguing bozone ray and taken to the dreaded Karmageddon Chamber, deep beneath the city's pizza district. We join Franto, Seer of Things, as he comes out of a bozone induced stupor, only to find himself diabolically nude in a public restroom, somewhere in lower Super City... "I am Franto, Seer of Things," Franto boomed in a loud voice that was not appropriate for the smallish restroom he found himself in. "Yet I cannot understand my seeing of mine bare buttocks upon this never before of mine seen restroom floor!" "Eyy, pal, youse wanna keep it down? I'm sh1ttin' 'ere!" And so came the only answer to Franto's confused and badly worded declaration. Franto arose mightily and shook the crumbs from the backs of his thighs before he used his face to smash open the door to the stall from where the faux New York voice came. "Eyyy, pal, youse wanna close the freakin' door? I'm sh-" "SILENCE!" Franto bellowed. Again, the volume was not appropriate. There s(h)at Jim Breuer, channeling Joe Pesci through some kind of marihuana induced intarnation. Franto grabbed Jim by his nostril and lifted him a full twenty feet into the air. "Where did they take him?" Softer now, the voice seemed oddly out of place, like a ham in my pants. "Eyyyyyy, pal, youse wanna lemme go, I'm shi---" Franto promptly spanked Jim on his pert bottom and howled such contrast with Tina Turner, then forgot to make sense. Crouching into a whisper, "I...see....your..stool. It is a shade of......caterpallor not, seen since the days of the Maya." Jim, frightened now, twitched violently, obviously some kind of intarnation side effect that mimicked an arachnoleptic fit. Franto, sensing danger, dropped Jim and fled the scene. After hurling himself across three city blocks, Franto paused, smelling himself mixed with the stench of the city's mustards. He needed energy, and he needed it bad. Without a quick pick-me-up, he would fail and not see things. The 3D Kid would die. Behind him, Jim Breuer expanded slightly. This was the work of Beelzebug. "AND HE WILL PAY FOR THIS LATTE," screamed Franto. Franto had neither the time, nor the pockets, to purchase the beverage offered him by the barista. "I see the...disease...in the blood-of-your-ancestors," Franto noted aloud. The barista, touched, coolly ate a bagel. "It's the osteopornosis - it's been with my people before the Maya took us in and gave us culture, sewers, cabbage," the barista spoke these words true. "Maya." Franto heard the octave and knew it to be works of heros that men made before them. "I must motor - time is late and inoculatte my tasty beverage. You - you will guide me to your people, for they hold the truth in a key hidden under Afterthought." "Yeah, you and what army, doll?" The barista shot back a fiery glance, that meant one of several things which I will list for you: 1. This was not a palace, but a shoe. 2. Everyone needs someone to talk to, everyone needs someone to talk to 3. A spoonful of ashuh, on the 45 F. This was a foreploy 9) Franto thought none of this, being full of glibido Lucky for Franto, everything that was important to him dissolved into something so incoherent that only a moon-based laser capable of producing a "Dopeler effect" could bring balance to the harmony. Such a laser existed only in one place - the 3D Kid's mind. "To his mind we shall go!" giggled Franto as he saw things around him. "This, this will lead to good." Intaxicated at the thought, Franto leaped into the air with a thought! Such power, such might! And the battle began deep with the city's bowel. Franto hugged onto Beelzebub's hind quarters with such fury, but nevermind. Franto flung his powerful arms this way and that, secretly thanking his decafalon for his unusual endurance, but not thanking his deod