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The Linux Documentation Project Turns 10
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first NIGGER post
first post, hmm? pretty l4me
...however if Linux was a little easier to use they wouldn't be necessary. I know it's getting more user friendly, especially with stuff like Red Hat, but it's still got a long way to go.
When anger rises, think of the consequences.
Confucius (551 BC - 479 BC)
10 years of documenting the thing that makes you all jerk off happily. JERK AWAY! M$ is teh worst! Linux is a pr0n god! I WANT TO FUCK LINUS
I don't want to start a holy war here, but what is the deal with you Open Source fanatics? I've been sitting here at my freelance gig in front of a Linux box (a P4 3200 w/1024 Megs of RAM) for about 20 minutes now while it attempts to copy a 17 Meg file from one folder on the hard drive to another folder. 20 minutes. At home, on my Athlon 900 running Windows XP, which by all standards should be a lot slower than this Linux box, the same operation would take about 2 minutes. If that.
In addition, during this file transfer, Mozilla will not work. And everything else has ground to a halt. Even vi is straining to keep up as I type this.
I won't bore you with the laundry list of other problems that I've encountered while working on various Linux machines, but suffice it to say there have been many, not the least of which is I've never seen a Linux box that has run faster than its Windows counterpart, despite the Linux machine's faster chip architecture. My 486/66 with 8 megs of ram runs faster than this 3200 mhz machine at times. From a productivity standpoint, I don't get how people can claim that Linux is a "superior" OS.
Open Source addicts, flame me if you'd like, but I'd rather hear some intelligent reasons why anyone would choose to use an Open Source over other faster, cheaper, more stable systems.
First, there was a plan: how to bring together the different development groups at work? My boss said there was a sort of tension he thought could be eased by some social interaction. Not easy. Almost all of the different development groups despised each other, each thinking its "art" was more important and eloquent than the others'.
There was the kernel extension developer group, coding mostly in C and some PowerPC and x86 assembler. They worked on making our PCI board work with Linux, *BSD, Mac OS X, QNX, and Solaris. They worked "special hours," coming in at one and staying late, supposedly, until seven or eight at night. They enjoyed Red Bull and had a penchant for ThinkGeek t-shirts and cracking jokes about Win32 API calls and the dreaded Blue Screen of Death.
We had XML developers too. They worked on our website, documentation formatting, and simple apps to configure the driver software. They used HTML, XSL, JavaScript, and a bit of Java. They typically dressed casually, drank coffee and tea, and liked to work straight from the spec: no "Learn XSL in 30 Days" books were to be found in their cubicle farm.
Then we had the guys who wrote full-out UNIX apps. These guys and the products they wrote had been acquired from another company, and were the source of most of the tension: they'd never really been integrated into our group except that they were physically present with the rest of us. They all had beards or mullets or long, unwashed hair. Many wore suspenders or the afore-mentioned ThinkGeek clothes; some even had Penguin tatooes or small C app code tattooed on them. Their cubicle farm was known for the bleating laughter that exploded when one of them found a "silly" bug on someone else's code, and for the rotten, fetid stench that could only be compared to three-day-old shit reeking from inside a rotting corpse's abdominal cavity.
So, in order to get the guys to "know each other" my boss had asked me to organize a during-hours, alcohol-friendly party. My ideas ranged from a keg or two to live entertainment, AKA strippers. But as to what to get them to actually talk to each other in a human manner I had no clue. So I let it go til the last minute and decided to let my inherent creativity mull it over in the back of my head.
When the day of the party had arrived, the catering company brought in a few trays of lunch meat, chicken, pizza, and side dishes, I had picked up the kegs (all four) from the local brewery, and the big-screen TV and DVD were set up ready to blast the Matrix into the eyes and ears of my co-workers. The eagerness in the the air was encouraging and I thought that loosening up and smiles going on even now were a good sign. I even saw some of the guys who'd known each other previously begin to bunch up, bringing along the co-workers they knew from everyday work.
The first thing everyone did was hit the food line, loading up their plates and grabbing a cup for beer to wash it down with. A few approached me and thanked me for the food; it seems appeasing the belly really did tame the beast. After a few minutes of silence and eating and a few second and third courses, they guys were ready to sit down and be entertained. After asking if anyone needed anything else before the movie started, the lights went out and the Matrix began playing. I heard a few enthusiastic comments and jokes being told.
About half-way through the movie I noticed a lot of the guys, especially from the UNIX app group, were getting up and presumably going to the restroom. No suprise, as the second keg was history by now and the third was probably half-way gone. I also noticed some of the guys bumping into things and stumbling. Alcohol's the social lubricant, eh? Well, not long after, my bladder beckoned and I answered. As I made my way to the restroom, I had a self-satisfied smile on my face: my little plan was working, my boss would be happy, and it might even a Christmas bonus or a promotion (even if in title only).
Well, as soon as I pus
(Oh Linus , youre so fine
youre so fine you blow my mind , hey Linus , hey Linus )
(Oh Linus , youre so fine
youre so fine you blow my mind , hey Linus , hey Linus )
(Oh Linus , youre so fine
youre so fine you blow my mind , hey Linus , hey Linus )
(Oh Linus , youre so fine
youre so fine you blow my mind , hey Linus )
Hey Linus !
Youve been around all night and thats a little long
You think youve got the right but I think youve got it wrong
Why cant you say goodnight so you can take me home , Linus
Cause when you say you will , it always means you wont
Youre givin me the chills , baby , please baby dont
Every night you still leave me all alone , Linus
Oh Linus , what a pity you dont understand
You take me by the heart when you take me by the hand
Oh Linus , youre so pretty , cant you understand
Its guys like you Linus
Oh, what you do Linus , do Linus
Dont break my heart , Linus
Hey Linus !
Now when you take me by the - whos ever gonna know
Everytime you move I let a little more show
Theres somethin we can use, so dont say no, Linus
So come on and give it to me any way you can
Any way you wanna do it, Ill take it like a man
Oh please , baby , please , dont leave me in the jam, Linus
Oh Linus , what a pity you dont understand
You take me by the heart when you take me by the hand
Oh Linus , youre so pretty , cant you understand
Its guys like you Linus
Oh, what you do Linus , do Linus
Dont break my heart , Linus
(Oh Linus , youre so fine
youre so fine you blow my mind , hey Linus , hey Linus )
(Oh Linus , youre so fine
youre so fine you blow my mind , hey Linus , hey Linus )
(Oh Linus , youre so fine
youre so fine you blow my mind , hey Linus , hey Linus )
(Oh Linus , youre so fine
youre so fine you blow my mind , hey Linus )
Oh Linus , what a pity you dont understand
You take me by the heart when you take me by the hand
Oh Linus , youre so pretty , cant you understand
Its guys like you Linus
Oh, what you do Linus , do Linus
Dont break my heart , Linus
Oh Linus , what a pity you dont understand
You take me by the heart when you take me by the hand
Oh Linus , youre so pretty , cant you understand
Its guys like you Linus
Oh, what you do Linus , do Linus
Dont break my heart , Linus
Oh Linus , what a pity you dont understand
You take me by the heart when you take me by the hand
Oh Linus , youre so pretty , cant you understand
Its guys like you Linus
Oh, what you do Linus , do Linus
Dont break my heart , Linus
Oh Linus , what a pity you dont understand
You take me by the heart when you take me by the hand
Oh Linus , youre so pretty , cant you understand
Its guys like you Linus
Oh, what you do Linus , do Linus
Dont break my heart , Linus
{fade }
Whats with having a hard-on for Linus? Is he the real goatse.cx? I think he's waiting for you?
-Linus "Penguin up my ass" Torvalds.
(that's LIN-us, not LINE-us)
Until then, you can always use FreeBSD.
Until what? Until my last working 486 gives up the ghost?
FreeBSD: Exceptionally nice documentation, yes. Drivers for modern hardware: no.
look at all the asshats who thought you were serious. LMAO
Clicking to read the rest is a mistake.
1995 called, they want their troll back.
Congratulations on your purchase of a brand new nigger! If handled properly, your nigger will give years of valuable, if reluctant, service.
INSTALLING YOUR NIGGER.
You should install your nigger differently according to whether you have purchased the field or house model. Field niggers work best in a serial configuration, i.e. chained together. Chain your nigger to another nigger immediately on unpacking it, and don't even think about taking that chain off, ever. Many niggers start singing as soon as you put a chain on them. This habit can usually be thrashed out of them if nipped in the bud. House niggers work best as standalone units, but should be hobbled or hamstrung to prevent attempts at escape. At this stage, your nigger can also be given a name. Most owners use the same names over and over, since niggers become confused by too much data. Rufus, Rastus, Remus, Toby, Carslisle, Carlton, Hey-You!-Yes-you!, Yeller, Blackstar, and Sambo are all effective names for your new buck nigger. If your nigger is a ho, it should be called Latrelle, L'Tanya, or Jemima. Some owners call their nigger hoes Latrine for a joke. Pearl, Blossom, and Ivory are also righteous names for nigger hoes. These names go straight over your nigger's head, by the way.
CONFIGURING YOUR NIGGER.
Owing to a design error, your nigger comes equipped with a tongue and vocal chords. Most niggers can master only a few basic human phrases with this apparatus - "muh dick" being the most popular. However, others make barking, yelping, yapping noises and appear to be in some pain, so you should probably call a vet and have him remove your nigger's tongue. Once de-tongued your nigger will be a lot happier - at least, you won't hear it complaining anywhere near as much. Niggers have nothing interesting to say, anyway. Many owners also castrate their niggers for health reasons (yours, mine, and that of women, not the nigger's). This is strongly recommended, and frankly, it's a mystery why this is not done on the boat
HOUSING YOUR NIGGER.
Your nigger can be accommodated in cages with stout iron bars. Make sure, however, that the bars are wide enough to push pieces of nigger food through. The rule of thumb is, four niggers per square yard of cage. So a fifteen foot by thirty foot nigger cage can accommodate two hundred niggers. You can site a nigger cage anywhere, even on soft ground. Don't worry about your nigger fashioning makeshift shovels out of odd pieces of wood and digging an escape tunnel under the bars of the cage. Niggers never invented the shovel before and they're not about to now. In any case, your nigger is certainly too lazy to attempt escape. As long as the free food holds out, your nigger is living better than it did in Africa, so it will stay put. Buck niggers and hoe niggers can be safely accommodated in the same cage, as bucks never attempt sex with black hoes.
FEEDING YOUR NIGGER.
Your Nigger likes fried chicken, corn bread, and watermelon. You should therefore give it none of these things because its lazy ass almost certainly doesn't deserve it. Instead, feed it on porridge with salt, and creek water. Your nigger will supplement its diet with whatever it finds in the fields, other niggers, etc. Experienced nigger owners sometimes push watermelon slices through the bars of the nigger cage at the end of the day as a treat, but only if all niggers have worked well and nothing has been stolen that day. Mike of the Old Ranch Plantation reports that this last one is a killer, since all niggers steal something almost every single day of their lives. He reports he doesn't have to spend much on free watermelon for his niggers as a result. You should never allow your nigger meal breaks while at work, since if it stops work for more than ten minutes it will need to be retrained. You would be surprised how long it takes to teach a nigger to pick cotton. You really would. Coffee beans? Don't ask. You have no idea.
MAKING YOUR NIGGER WORK.
Niggers are very, very averse to work