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Webservice Debugs Linux Binaries While-U-Wait
null-und-eins writes "A new webservice offers automatic
debugging of Linux binaries. It takes a (with "-g" compiled) binary and two invocations where one fails and the other doesn't. The service repeatedly runs the two programs and tries to find the smallest difference between the two that causes the failure. Nice google-like interface with statistics about its own performance."
How can people say BSD is dying when it has a mascot like this?! Linux needs to get its act together if it's going to compete with the kind of hot chicks and gorgeous babes that BSD has to offer!
You just can't take Linux seriously when its fronted by losers like these. Would you buy software from them? I don't think so! You Linux groupies need to find some sexy girls like her ! I mean just look at this girl ! Doesn't she excite you? I know this little hottie puts me in need of a cold shower! This guy looks like he is about to cream his pants standing next to such a fox . As you can see, no man can resist this sexy little minx . I mean are you telling me you wouldn't like to get your hands on this ass ?!
With sexy chicks like the lovely Ceren you could have people queuing up to buy open source products. Could you really refuse to buy a copy of BSD if she told you to? Come on, you must admit she is better than an overweight penguin or a gay looking goat ! Don't you wish you could get one of these ? Personally I know I would give my right arm to get this close to such a divine
Join the campaign for more cute open source babes today!
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Political correctness is getting RIDICULOUS:
"The County of Los Angeles actively promotes and is committed to ensure a work environment that is free from any discriminatory influence be it actual or perceived. As such, it is the County's expectation that our manufacturers, suppliers and contractors make a concentrated effort to ensure that any equipment, supplies or services that are provided to County departments do not possess or portray an image that may be construed as offensive or defamatory in nature.
One such recent example included the manufacturer's labeling of equipment where the words ''Master/Slave'' appeared to identify the primary and secondary sources. Based on the cultural diversity and sensitivity of Los Angeles County, this is not an acceptable identification label.
We would request that each manufacturer, supplier and contractor review, identify and remove/change any identification or labeling of equipment or components thereof that could be interpreted as discriminatory or offensive in nature before such equipment is sold or otherwise provided to any County department. Thank you in advance for your cooperation and assistance."
Rob "CmdrTaco" Malda stepped off the bus and was led into the yard of the Michigan State Correctional Institute. He had been given ten years for participating in a stock fraud. Five with good behavior. Years spent basking in the glow of a CRT had been hard on him. His body was frail, his skin pallid. He knew he could never make it through ten years in the general population with his virginity intact. He had to get into solitary.
As soon as the burly guard unshackled him he made his move. Exhaling a feminine "hmmph" he weakly slapped the guard. He was quickly taken to the ground, receiving a swift kick to the ribs before being restrained. As he was dragged to the solitary confinement cell he felt nothing but relief. "At least in solitary," he thought "I'll be safe." Unfortunately for CmdrTaco he had picked the wrong guard to mess with.
The next few days were uneventful. The time in his cell he spent evenly between sleeping, reading a "Perl for Dummies" book he had gotten from the book cart, and masturbating furiously. His self-flagellation was interrupted on the fourth day. The burly guard he had attacked earlier stepped into his cell. The gleam in the guards eye and the mean grin on his face made CmdrTaco's pecker quickly shrivel in his hand. "You fucked with the wrong man when you fucked with Michael Simms," said the guard. "The inmates here call me The Asshole for a reason. Now come with me, punk."
The guard led him down the hall to one of several empty shower stalls. He roughly threw CmdrTaco in the stall and locked the door. CmdrTaco was petrified. His mind raced as he imagined the myriad of different tortures that could be in store for him. His worst fears were confirmed when the guard returned. In his hands were a short black dress, black stilleto heels, and a curly blonde wig. "Strip down and put this on, bitch." CmdrTaco did as instructed and was pleased to notice that the dress fit well and the heels gave him a nice slimming effect. The burly guard admired the drag queen. "The GNAA is gonna love you!"
The guard left the shower stall, only to return minutes later. He opened the door and led 20 large black men into the stall. "CmdrTaco, meet the Gay Nigger Association of America. GNAA, meet CmdrTaco. I'm sure you all will get along fine." With that the guard slammed the shower door closed and walked away laughing.
The men approached CmdrTaco, backing him into a corner. The apparent leader stepped forward. "No matter what I'm gonna fuck that purdy lil' ass of yours. Now I can fuck it dry or you can lube it up for me." CmdrTaco knew he had no choice. He kneeled in front of the leader, who began to slap his face with his 10 black inches. Puss from syphilictic sores quickly covered CmdrTaco's cheeks. When the leader was sufficiently aroused he placed his throbbing cock up to CmdrTaco's lips. As soon as CmdrTaco opened his mouth the leader violently shoved his manhood to the back of CmdrTaco's throat and exclaimed "Swallow my shit you cracker bitch!" CmdrTaco gagged as he was violently face fucked.
Just when he was about to pass out the leader pulled out, turned him around and shoved his cock into CmdrTaco's ass. CmdrTaco began to scream in agony but his cries were quickly muffled by one of the other gang member's cocks. They rode him like that for the better part of an hour. When one man finished another quickly took his place. Just as CmdrTaco was getting used to the throbbing pain in his anus the men stopped. One man lay down on the floor and CmdrTaco was told to get on top of him and take his dick inside him. Exhausted and humiliated, CmdrTaco had no will left to fight. As soon as he inserted the penis another man came up behind him and began to force his cock into CmdrTaco's already filled anus. Again his screams of agony were muffled, this time by a smelly black anus.
For another hour he was violated in this way. When the men were finished with him he couldn't walk and his mouth was filled with dingleberries and ass hairs. Before they all left the leader had some parting words for CmdrTaco: "Thanks for that sweet piece of ass, punk. We'll see you again tomorrow. Oh by the way, we all have AIDS." It was going to be a long ten years for CmdrTaco.
THERE was a man who had fine houses, both in town and country, a deal of silver and gold plate, embroidered furniture, and coaches gilded all over with gold. But this man was so unlucky as to have a blue1 beard, which made him so frightfully ugly that all the women and girls ran away from him.
One of his neighbors, a lady of quality, had two
daughters who were perfect beauties. He desired of her one of them in marriage, leaving to her choice which of the two she would bestow on him. They would neither of them have him, and sent him backward and forward from one another, not being able to bear the thouhts of marrying a man who had a blue beard,2 and what besides gave them disgust and aversion was his having already been married to several wives, and nobody ever knew what became of them.
Bluebeard,3 to engage their affection, took them, with
the lady their mother and three or four ladies of
their acquaintance, with other young people of the
neighborhood, to one of his country seats,4 where they
stayed a whole week.
There was nothing there to be seen but parties of
pleasure, hunting, fishing, dancing, mirth, and
feasting. Nobody went to bed, but all passed the night
in rallying and joking with each other. In short,
everything succeeded so well that the youngest
daughter began to think the master of the house not to
have a beard so very blue, and that he was a mighty
civil gentleman.
As soon as they returned home, the marriage was
concluded. About a month afterward, Bluebeard told his
wife that he was obliged to take a country journey for
six weeks5 at least, about affairs of very great
consequence, desiring her to divert herself in his
absence, to send for her friends and acquaintances, to
carry them into the country, if she pleased, and to
make good cheer wherever she was.
"Here," said he, "are the keys6 of the two great
wardrobes,7 wherein I have my best furniture; these
are of my silver and gold plate, which is not every
day in use; these open my strong boxes, which hold my
money, both gold and silver; these my caskets8 of
jewels; and this is the master-key to all my
apartments9. But for this little one here, it is the
key of the closet10 at the end of the great gallery11
on the ground floor. Open them all; go into all and
every one of them, except that little closet, which I
forbid you, and forbid it in such a manner that, if
you happen to open it, there's nothing but what you
may expect from my just anger and resentment."12
She promised to observe, very exactly, whatever he had
ordered; when he, after having embraced her, got into
his coach and proceeded on his journey.
Her neighbors and good friends did not stay to be sent
for by the new married lady, so great was their
impatience to see all the rich furniture of her house,
not daring to come while her husband was there,
because of his blue beard, which frightened them. They
ran through all the rooms, closets, and wardrobes,
which were all so fine and rich that they seemed to
surpass one another.
After that they went up into the two great rooms,
where was the best and richest furniture; they could
not sufficiently admire the number and beauty of the
tapestry, beds, couches, cabinets, stands, tables, and
looking-glasses,13 in which you might see yourself
from head to foot; some of them were framed with
glass, others with silver, plain and gilded, the
finest and most magnificent ever were seen.
They ceased not to extol and envy the happiness of
their friend, who in the meantime in no way diverted
herself in looking upon all these rich things, because
of the impatience she had to go and open the closet on
the ground floor. She was so much pressed by her
curiosity14 that, without considering that it was very
uncivil to leave her company, she went down a little
back staircase, and with such excessive haste that she
had twice or thrice like
The lightbulb was invented by an atheist. How many have you used today? Oh, and people like you were 'hanged' after WW2.
OT, but fucked up, nonetheless. I've often wondering how it would take some dipshit to call drive manufacturers on the master/slave nomenclature. Gotta love the PC society we're living in today.
YRO
/. servers. Ummm, I check /. every couple of hours during breaks. This is considered 'banging the server' now? What the fuck's with this? Anyone else getting this now?
Your Headline Reader Has Been Banned
You May Only Load Headlines Every 30 Minutes
In 72 Hours, Your Ban Will Be Lifted
Do Not Bother Contacting Us For 72 Hours
It's linked to a FAQ that says it's a result of banging the
One day Captain Kirk was maiming his cock with a horseshoe when suddenly Mr. Spock ran up to him and shoved his pointy ear up his butt. "What is this for!" the fag captain said. "FAGS FOR YOU AALL!L!!!" the ancient alien howled as suddenly he farted and Captain Kirk twirled around in a daze and his foreskin twisted and his kidney stones turned into wooden beads. He pulled out his pistol and shot lasers at his chastity belt and suddenly he hurdled his dick into Captain Kirk"s bellybutton and it tore his flesh while Spock fucked his stomach. Kirk hollered out loud and Mr. Spock threw his shoes to the floor and wrinkled his penis until Kirk bellowed out to make it stop. A maelstom of shit whizzed around the ship and suddenly a giant fag appeared out side and the U.S.S. Enterprise went up his butt. "Oh what the hell have you gotten us into NOW!" Captain Kirk said as he oozed a condom back on his dick and put his panties back on. "OOH!H!!!!!!" Mr. Spock started fucking him again and shoved his phazer up his butt. He dissolved his glands and exploded his turds and finally a queer klingon hurdled through the door and smashed Kirk with his butt hairs. A maniac sucked his dick and suddenly Mr. Spock fagged Kirk so hard that his intestines burst open and he died.
I don't want to start a jihad here, but what is the deal with you abacus fanatics? I've been sitting here at my freelance gig in front of a abacus box (8 rows, 12 beads each) 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 fingers and toes, which by all standards should be a lot slower than this abacus box, the same operation would take about 2 minutes. If that. In addition, during this file transfer, Netscape will not work. And everything else has ground to a halt. Even Emacs Lite 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 abacus machines, but suffice it to say there have been many, not the least of which is I've never seen a abacus box that has run faster than its Windows counterpart, despite the abacus machines faster chip architecture. My fingers and toes with 8 megs of ram runs faster than this 800 mhz machine at times. From a productivity standpoint, I don't get how people can claim that an abacus is a "superior" machine.
Abacus addicts, flame me if you'd like, but I'd rather hear some intelligent reasons why anyone would choose to use an abacus over other faster, cheaper, more stable fingers!.
I wouldn't trust my mare to a stranger's service.