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A Power Users Look at Linux on the Mac
An anonymous reader writes "Even though most Linux users have treated Linux as an operating system for their x86 white boxes, Linux runs equally well on PowerPC machines. This article looks at Linux on the PowerPC and the appealing range of PPC machines produced by Apple, where the option of using Linux is of great value to many users."
FP, bitches!
Mutant Milkmaids by: Rancid
The County Fair was in full swing when he arrived. With a mere glance around, he knew that he's made the right choice. This was a virtual cornucopia of toothless rednecks just begging for improvement. Dr. Pierce smiled briefly, flashing slightly sharpened teeth and strode out among the people.
Dr. Pierce was a strange sight. Among the large, hairy inhabitants of this small Texan town, he looked more like a giant rodent than a man. His face was lean and pointed, with a beak-like nose, large ears, and round red glasses that totally hid his eyes. His hair was shock white, frazzled and long, tied back in a knotted ponytail. His body was thin, dangerously so. The way his lightly stained labcoat hung on his shoulders, he looked a bit like an undernourished hat-rack.
No, he didn't fit in with this small town, but he wasn't here to make friends...well, that wasn't necessarily true. But when Dr. Pierce made friends, it usually involved spare parts and floating things in jars.
Occasionally he muttered to himself as he squeezed through the crowd. He said stuff like, "too thin", or "bleag", and occasionally "called me mad!".
The crowd parted, and Pierce saw what he was looking for. There was a large table with several fat hicks stuffing themselves with what he hoped was chocolate pie. He pushed through the gathered spectators and gaped at the sign before him.
"Eating contest?" He pushed his red glasses up his thin nose. He returned his gaze to the contestants. "Fascinating."
The contestants were really gorging. By now, the man directly in the middle had already inhaled six pies and was
scooping the seventh down his throat. The others were furiously trying to keep up, but even a large 500 gorilla in
overalls was hard pressed to compete with this eating machine. Pierce's lips split into a thin smile as he watched. The
man was unremarkable at best, with a plain face and the physique of someone thrice his age. In a mere matter of moment,
the young man gulped down five more pies, and ate another one even after the others had stopped. He was undisputed
winner, breaking the previous year's record. By the end, Dr. Pierce was bouncing from foot to foot, giggling.
After the contestants all left, the winner still sat there and rubbed his enormously swollen stomach. After the others had gone, a shadow fell over the gurgling gut, and the lad looked into the piercing red stare of the doctor.
"What is your name, boy?"
The lad looked up. "Uh...Billy Joe."
Pierce beamed, leaning back. "Billy Joe! Wonderful, wonderful. Well, very pleased to meet you Billy. I am Dr. Anthony Pierce. I have need of a young man of your...talents."
Typical of the breed, Billy Joe blinked stupidly. "Huh?"
Pierce seemed to grin wider, making him look a bit like a rabid rat.
"And such a bright lad. Yes, you're absolutely perfect. How old are you?"
"19." Billy was trying to squirm back, but his stomach rendered him immobile.
Pierce nodded sagely. "Good age, that. Yes..." He seemed to look into the horizon, his face twisted into a mask of internal struggle. Finally he nodded and reached into his labcoat and whipped out a small card. BJ shrunk away from it as if worried it would bite or possibly explode. "Here's my card. I'm in need of a ranch hand to help me with a very, VERY secret project. If you're interested in working for me, come to this address. If you are not TOTALLY serious about working for me, do not come. I'll have no slackers interrupting my projects."
Billy Joe took the card and looked at it. It was a black card with Dr. Pierce written in white, nothing more. The address was penciled in on the back.
Billy looked up suddenly. "Hey wait, what does this pay?"
Pierce half-turned and smiled. "Oh not too much....but the benefits are outstanding." He stalked away with sweep of his coat and strode into the sunset.
Billy finally manage
Power user != POWER user
klaimed for jommy o'leary. ror omg
You can buy a dual Xeon for under 1200$? Where?
open platform, daablers. In truth, gave the BSD GNAA on slashdot, numbers continue Are about 7000/5 Things in new faces and many Pooper. Nothing and financial Something that you
Yet another sickening blow has struck what's left of the *BSD community, as a soon-to-be-released report by an independent commission doing a year-long study concludes: *BSD is dead and mummified. Here are some of the commission's findings:
Fact: the *BSDs have balkanized yet again. There are now no less than twelve separate, competing *BSD projects, each of which has introduced fundamental incompatibilities with the other *BSDs, and frequently with Unix standards. Average number of developers in each project: fewer than five. Average number of users per project: there are no definitive numbers, but reports show that all projects are on the decline.
Fact: *BSD has no support from the media. Number of Linux magazines available at bookstores: 5 (Linux Journal, Linux World, Linux Developer, Linux Format, Linux User). Number of available *BSD magazines: 0. Current count of Linux-oriented technical books: 1071. Current count of *BSD books: 6.
Fact: XFree86 is dropping support for *BSD. The remaining core group believes that the *BSDs have strayed too far from Unix standards and have become too difficult to support along with Linux and Solaris x86. "It's too much trouble," said one anonymous developer. "If they want to make their own standards, let them doing the porting for us."
Fact: Many user-level applications will no longer work under *BSD, and no one is working to change this. The GIMP, a Photoshop-like application, has not worked at all under *BSD since version 1.1 (sorry, too much trouble for such a small base, developers have said). OpenOffice, a Microsoft Office clone, has never worked under *BSD and never will. ("Why would we bother?" said developer Steven Andrews, an OpenOffice team lead.)
Fact: servers running OpenBSD, which claims to focus on security, are frequently compromised. According to Jim Markham, editor of the online security forum SecurityWatch, the few OpenBSD servers that exist on the internet have become a joke among the hacker community. "They make a game out of it," he says. "(OpenBSD leader) Theo [de Raadt] will scramble to make a new patch to fix one problem, and they've already compromised a bunch of boxes with a different exploit."
Fact: NetBSD, which claims to focus on portability (whatever that is supposed to mean), is slow, and cannot take advantage of multiple CPUs. "That about drove the last nail in the coffin for BSD use here," said Michael Curry, CTO of Amazon.com. "We took our NetBSD boxes out to the backyard and shot them in the head. We're much happier running Linux."
Fact: There are almost no FreeBSD developers left, and its use, according to Netcraft, is down to a sadly crippled
Fact: DragonflyBSD, yet another offshoot of the beleaguered FreeBSD "project", is already collapsing under the weight of internal power struggles and in-fighting. "They haven't done a single decent release," notes Mark Baron, an industry watcher and columnist. "Their mailing lists read like an online version of a Jerry Springer episode, complete with food fights, swearing, name-calling, and chair-throwing." Netcraft reports that DragonflyBSD is run on exactly 0% of internet servers.
With these incontroverible facts staring (what's left of) the *BSD community in the face, they can only draw one conclusion: *BSD is dead and mummified.
I've heard someone once wrote "Pong" for OF. Anyone here up for adding Reiserfs support to it?
I know /. editors don't have time to read the articles they're linking to, and don't read other /. articles to check for dupes, but is it too much to ask that they read the actual headlines they're posting???
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