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Caching Torrent files in DNS
bodin writes "This is a proof of concept version of BitTorrent where the torrent files are transported over DNS. This will of course bog down BIND servers all over the planet. Everyone should be thankful that the files are not sent over DNS."
oh yeah tis ownage you trolls
who uses bittorrent anyway?
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This is a proof of concept version of BitTorrent where the torrent files are transported over DNS. This will of course bog down BIND servers all over the planet. Everyone should be thankful that the files are not send over DNS.
So why is it being posted on Slashdot if it's such a bad idea? Won't posting it on a major news site just further it's progession?
When anger rises, think of the consequences.
Confucius (551 BC - 479 BC)
...to send those RIAA music files and MPAA movies to people? After I sell them for profit?
Oops. Runs and hides
-- n
I wonder if this new method of transferring them over DNS is another way of circumventing the abilities of ISPs and law enforcement from stopping this piracy and enabling more widespread copyright infringement.
I'm disappointed that slashdot doesn't take a more proactive and helpful approach in finding a way of preserving our fair use freedoms while recognizing the wrongdoing also going on.
Piracy hurts everybody, don't forget that!
A nice evening at her place, I thought as we got out of the car. Good wine, a wonderful sex goddess, and a good dinner lying happily in my stomach. What else could a man ask for? "To fuck like crazed weasels!", I muttered as I watched Jennifer slink up the walkway, with her one flawless leg catching in the light from the street light. "What's that, dear?" she said, pivoting to look at me. A flash of white skin caught the dim yellow light where the stump I'd been thinking about through dinner was. "Nothing, I was just muttering to myself. They tell me the insanity isn't anything to worry about unless I start st-st-stu-stuttering."
Her infectious laugh filled the still air as we went into her apartment. I walked in and took off my shoes and watched as she placed a crutch tip on either side of her red pump and lifted her right foot out in one fluid motion. She was worth another hungry look in the room light. That oft-admired bare leg was perfect right down to the way the toes curved. Her hips and backside were pushing against her tight death-by-red dress. A bit further up, her full breasts were pressing hard against the fabric, with firm little points crying out to be touched. Her pretty hands flexed around the grips of the aluminum crutches that helped her look so athletic.
Her eyes sparkled above her wide smile when I finally looked up at her pretty face. She turned and hugged me, and said, "Could you pour the wine? There are stem glasses in the cupboard above and to the left of the sink." She then headed to the sofa as I uncorked the bottle and found the supplies I needed.
I thought about her as I made busy in the kitchen. I'd met her how long ago? Was it really only two weeks? From the first time I'd seen her hop past me at the pool, I'd been addicted. That stump, ending just above the knee, had just not been out of my mind since. But nor had her breasts, her earlobes, her very fingers - she was just everywhere! I'd almost jumped her in the Japanese restaurant earlier when, after I gave her right foot a good massage, she slipped said bare foot up above my ankle and started rubbing my leg. Yes, she'd be a dish in any language, and that truncated thigh just made it more exotic.
I handed her the glass of chardonnay I was not taking a sip of, and sat down on her left. "That dinner was pretty nice," I said, "You have good taste." "So do you; where did you find this wine? It's splendid!" "Well, I had a recommendation from a friend who plays wine master, so I can't take credit. But I am feeling particularly smug about inviting you out tonight." "Well, it's about time! I've been waiting almost forever for
you to decide you didn't mind dating a gimp," she retorted, poking me in the shoulder. "Heck darlin', that's almost the best part," grabbing her finger and holding on. "Or haven't you been paying attention when I've been staring at you?"
"You stare at everything, that's why I like you. So many guys either think the stump is weird or don't mind in theory but have problems in practice. You like all of me, and it's wonderful." She intertwined her fingers with mine and moved closer. "Do you have plans in the morning?" she breathed.
I said, "Well, I was hoping to be here, you wonderful tart!" and wrapped my arm around her shoulder, pulling her close for a kiss. The kiss that came back was incredible - I thought my zipper would split from the force of my erection. I felt her breast heaving under my hand as I slipped it down the front of her dress; the moan I heard when I touched her nipple proved that she was as horny as I was. As I undid her buttons to free those golden globes, I felt her left hand pull out my shirt and start to explore my back. Then her right hand moved to meet mine as she whispered, "There's one more part that needs attention," and she slid my hand down her body to the tip of her bare stump.
I thought I'd burst right there. Her thigh felt firm and smooth right down to the end, where little undulations indicated where the sutures had gone when the doctors
-- Alchohol is a hard drug. Cannabis is a soft drug.
yeah way to go guys, whats next the source code to a worm ? a new virus maybe ? something that kills my bios ? of course they are just proof of concept,
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I fucking hate sand niggers or whatever this guy is. He obviously isn't American and should be put in jail.
Last night I masturbated thinking of my ex-girlfriend -- except that she had no arms and legs. I had removed them and was raping her. Her helpless sobbing mingled with my orgasm.
Serves her right for cheating on me, I thought. But today I feel disgusted with myself. Is this wrong?
Yes. No wonder she left you. Loser. Chop your dick off.
In Soviet Russia DNS transports torrent files over YOU.
I was perusing IMDB to find something to troll with and I came across this gem. If anyone has this on VHS, PLEASE!!!! capture it to DiVX or MPEG2 and put up a bit torrent link!!! If only for the historical value!
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Bloody hell, he's using DNS as a distributed information serving resource, as it was designed to do! Bloody hell, the only point you have to make is criticise his spelling! Bloody hell you sound the comic book guy from the simpsons!
Bloody hell the overly violent geek reaction is so very two years ago, it makes me want to rape you with a porcupine.
Not really that funny now is it?