Microsoft To Remove Support For http(s) auth URLs

damohasi writes "According to Microsoft Knowledge Base, MS "plans to release a software update that removes support for handling user names and passwords in HTTP and HTTP with Secure Sockets Layer (SSL) or HTTPS URLs in Microsoft Internet Explorer". Whether this will break rfc 1738 or not, it might get webspace provider in trouble who offer @-domains like the German 1und1."

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Microsoft like to Blow it's own Horn

[eros275]

Of course they are going to be better than linux after all they paid for the study.

better than mare-sex

[Anonymous Coward]

Family Reunion

By Mavis Applewater

September 2003

Disclaimers, the characters and story are the sole possession of the author and may not be reproduced, posted or sold without the author's permission. If for any reason real or imagined you are uncomfortable with graphic descriptions of two consenting adult women in a loving and sexual relationship then do not read this story or anything else I have ever written. If for any reason it is illegal for you to view this material then get the heck out here and do not return until it is no longer a crime.

A very special thank you goes out to my beta reader Mary.

As always this is for Heather.

When I was about thirteen years old my parents split up. Not an uncommon occurrence at the time as most of my friends had experienced the same life-altering event. Yet, I withdrew even though along with my two brothers I had to agree that the end of our parent's marriage was a blessing. The arguments during the last two years of their marriage wore heavily on all of us. Still on the day my father moved out I felt devastated. A couple of years later I began to act out. My teenage rebellion had hit like a tidal wave, and by the time I was sixteen my father announced that he had met someone new.

I honestly don't know why it freaked me out so much. Perhaps I still harbored a glimmer of hope that my parents would get back together, and the bliss that existed before the hateful words would return. After my parents began to lead separate lives they actually got along really well. Funny isn't it? I spent years praying that they would leave one another only to start praying that they would find one another again.

What can I say when you're a kid you think all sorts of crazy things. For the next year I dealt with my father's new relationship with Shelia (that was her name), who I didn't like, with typical teenage class and finesse. I drank, I smoked, I stayed out all night, and ran around with the wrong crowd. Basically I did anything I could to add more gray hairs to my weary parents' heads.

My main problem was that I really didn't like Shelia. I tried at first, but she was so phony. She'd be all sweet and charming in front of my Dad and the moment his back was turned she turned into nagging conniving bitch. It was like hanging around with Sybil. She would try to pry us for information about our Mom, what kind of car she drove, how much alimony was my Dad paying her, and other weird stuff that I didn't think was any of her business. The only thing I liked about Shelia was her kid Madeline. Madeline was very sweet even though she never said much; she simply hid away from everything usually with a book.

I liked Madeline for many reasons. First, she was nothing like her mother, and secondly, she had to be the most adorable girl you'd ever want to meet. She had sparkling, green eyes and sandy blonde hair and the most amazing breasts. Alas there was the other reason for my teenage angst reaching catastrophic proportions. I was starting to realize that I really liked girls. And it really irked me when I realized that I had the hots for the daughter of my father's girlfriend. It was bad enough lusting after Dawn Jennings, the head cheerleader, who was straighter than straight, but Madeline was practically a member of the family. Plus her Mother was a witch who would have skewered me for being a dyke never mind harboring naughty thoughts about her precious little girl.

Madeline, to her credit, never seemed to notice my lustful desires and remained just as sweet as possible. I always wanted to meet her father; since I suspect that she must take after him and not the woman who was doing every thing she could to empty my poor Dad's bank account.

Now by the time I hit seventeen my poor Mother was at her wit's end as to what to do with me. I had one more year of high school and she really wanted me to go to college. By the way I was acting I was more likely heading towards juvenile hall rather than college. Now I unde