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NetBSD gets New sysctl Infrastructure
jschauma writes "NetBSD's Andrew Brown has committed a complete rewrite of the kernel's sysctl infrastructure. To test these changes, he cross compiled 150 kernels for 30 architecures to see where some problems might come up. Additional information can be found in Andrew's email to current-users."
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I was going to say "Slashdot: ripping off Advogato content since 2002", but then I realised "jschauma" was credited to the Slashdot story, so he can hardly be accused of ripping off himself.
Slashdot lets subscribers have first dibs on stories, but it seems you can get to them from the "old stories" link anyway...
For the love of God, please learn to spell "ridiculous"!!!
OK, who's the twit for a moderator who modded this one up?!
Thanks for shedding more light on the *BSD jauggernaut. Very informative.
How can that be marked as interesting? Isn't there a score of #, immature?
Uhhhhhhhhhhh............ this isn,t informative............
Part I: Adoration of the Earth
- Introduction
- Auguries of Spring (Dances of the Young Girls)
- Mock Abduction
- Spring Khorovod (Round Dance)
- Games of the Rival Clans
- Procession of the Wise Elder
- Adoration of the Earth (the Wise Elder)
- Dance of the Earth
Part II: The SacrificeFeeling my balls full and being incredibly horny, I posted a message this morning in a Yahoo group looking for a hookup:
Horny MWM looking to give oral to a lady, with no reciprocity required. I am alone today through tomorrow night, so if you need some attention write me privately and we can hook up.
I had never had any success meeting anyone, so I had no expectations of meeting someone. But, the idea I might kept me extra horny throughout the morning. I checked my email at lunch, and I found a reply. It was short, giving her name (Terry) and suggesting I call her cell phone.
I dialed the number anxiously, feeling like the number was familiar. Terry answered, and asked if I was serious about the no-reciprocity thing. Feeling even more anxious (but sporting a boner), I told her I was. I offered to let her bring a friend if that would make her feel safer, but she just chuckled. She also told me that we had to be done by 5:00, since her husband would return then.
After talking about expectations, we arranged to meet at a Taco Bell not far from my house. I didn't spare the horses to get there by the arranged time. In fact, I arrived 10 minutes early. I bought myself a soda water, and settled down to wait. I wanted to observe Terry when she arrived.
My town has 75,000 people in it, but it never fails that I meet someone I know. Five minutes before I was to meet Terry, the team mom from my son's soccer team came in. Brenda was always standoffish (I wasn't in her clique), but after some visible decision-making, she came over to say hi.
Besides her aloof manner, I found Brenda attractive. She was 40-ish, like me, but was toned. She ran a couple miles every day and played indoor soccer on a co-ed team. Her face was pretty enough, with the start of tiny life-lines. Her eyes were her best feature. They were a pale blue color, nicely shaped and sparkly.
When she walked over, she looked particularly good. I had never seen her wear makeup, but she was doing so today. Her shoulder-length blonde hair was arranged with a variety of trendy flips, which stroked my fetish-y hot button (I loved her center part and heavy bangs). She was wearing a tennis outfit.
"Hi Brenda," I said as she walked over. "Howya doing?" I tried not to act suspiciously, but I was obviously in the wrong place for a man who should be at work.
"Hi Clem," she said, crossing her arms. I expected her next words to be questioning what I was doing, or where Perra (my wife) was. Instead, we talked about the blizzard in Denver, and how that was affecting the soccer team. She had reminded us last night that we had a scrimmage on the weekend, and I told her my son wouldn't be there. Now she told me several other team mates were also stuck in the blizzard.
It was interesting, but I couldn't help looking at my watch several times. Terry would be arriving soon. Finally, Brenda picked up on my attention to the time.
"Meeting someone?" she asked.
"Yeah, I am supposed to meet, uh," my mind raced, looking for an excuse, "a lady from my church." Then, I hoped to divert her attention by going on the offensive. "So, you meeting someone too?"
She suddenly looked alarmed. I got the impression that my "innocent" question was to be answered with a lie. "Yeah, Dennis and I are thinking about redecorating, and I am interviewing a painter in a safe place."
"Why doesn't Dennis interview him with you?" I asked. Dennis was her husband, and a pompous jerk.
"He took the kids to A&M for a baseball game," she told me.