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Installing Linux on a Dead Badger
Elysdir writes "An article by Lucy A. Snyder at the online speculative-fiction magazine Strange Horizons provides information on the next frontier in Linux installations. 'Let's face it: any script kiddie with a pair of pliers can put Red Hat on a Compaq, his mom's toaster, or even the family dog. But nothing earns you geek points like installing Linux on a dead badger.' (Disclosure, in case it matters: I'm an editor for the magazine.)"
How utterly pointless.
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Orppf urp mf y.ppcxn. yflcbi otcnnov C am yflcbi yr n.apb Ekrpatv (Dvorak -> Qwerty)
Eat my ass.
Michael,
April Fools Day was last Thursday, you insenstive clod!
But can you cook your TV dinner with it?
is Here
Now, I gotta say that installing Linux on badgers has some interesting Beowulf cluster potential (according to the above site), I think the related mushrooms may cause hallucinations (making you think this is a good idea), and the snake is _definitely_ cause for concern.
YMMV.
I'm sorry for those who've already seen it, and even more sorry for those partaking for the first time.
Naked supermodels with Windows boxes protesting this.
These really are getting out of hand... ok fitting a PC into a Linux box (literally) was kind of interesting. Making an iMac into an aquarium is fun. But a dead badger? I'm no animal rights activist... but this joke isn't even funny
This should have definitely come from the "sick-and-wrong" dept. Or maybe a new mod: "-1, Sick" Nasty Nasty Nasty.
Though I wonder if you could put linux on an Aibo, then use the badger skin...
I, for one, welcome our new Zombie Badger Overlords...
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why is this on slashdot?
i lied, here's some text
I've personally been waiting to see if they use this as an embedded OS in some form of 'smart' sex toy. Not for personal use mind you ... ... damn.
*sits in his grave*
( o ) one could say I'm rather baked
I told you all last Thursday that Michael didn't have to do anything special to pick his April Fool's Day stories. He'll post nonsense any day of the year!
I've been challenged to get Linux going on a Wyse Winterm thin client. This article says any script kiddie should be able to, but google yields zip.
Can anyone give me a pointer or link to get started?
Thanks in advance.
1) Kill badger
2) Installs linux
3) ???
4) PROFIT!!!!
Somebody has to do it.
I don't see any photographs, just a shitty drawing.
This is LAME, fucking lame Slashdot.
Now here's proof it runs great on dead animals too!
http://mediagoblin.org/
Come on, no proof or anything. It's gotta be vapourware!
badger badger badger badger...
I've been installing and supporting a dead beast of an OS on nice hardware for my clients for years. It only makes sense to install a nice OS on a dead beast for a change.
... you have to uninstall Windows!
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They Are Vermin Feeding On Each Other's Feces.
I Hate \.
My name is Darl McBride. Is that dead badger licensed?
The writeup has 10 C!s. Very nice.
Disclosure, in case it matters: I'm an editor for the magazine. /.ing.
Hey, its nothing to me that you are an editor. However, you boss might be pissed that your web server just caught fire due to
Now I'm confused. Are you Walt Dismal or aren't you!
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Orppf urp mf y.ppcxn. yflcbi otcnnov C am yflcbi yr n.apb Ekrpatv (Dvorak -> Qwerty)
thats what I say to any story about installing linux on anything
Agreed. This has to rank up there as the single most fucking retarded story Slashdot has ever posted.
... we don't need to stinkin' badgers!
(obvious)
Nothing like installing a dead OS on a dead badger. :)
How about a dead penguin?
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Also at Everything2, by the same author.
I'm amazing. You aren't. SUCK IT
The badger looks like an animal from the cover of an O'Reilly computer book...
shit, I can't believe I wasted 10 minutes watching that damn thing. I viewed it for 2 minutes, thinking something cool would happen in the end, but then realized the shit was just looping over and over again.
.....We don't need no stinking badgers
Badgers got two appendixes????
I'm an American. I love this country and the freedoms that we used to have.
use proper caution when driving your zombie badger. Do not allow your zombie badger to consume mushrooms or African snakes, or your badger may emit catchy techno music. Do not taunt zombie badgers. Prolonged use of a zombie badger may cause acne, insomnia, leprosy, unusual weather, or the end of time.
funniest thing ive read in weeks
Slashdot confirms it
Linux is DEAD!
If thats not funny, you may need help. Morbid Edward Gorey style humour! Me likes!
"Old man yells at systemd"
It can't really be much worse than installing Linux 2.6 on the iPod. Altho 2.4 kinda worked, 2.6 had a note in the release notes along the lines of "It mostly works, except for the hard disk and the screen." If that can be described as "mostly works", then I'm sure someone can come up with some criteria that defines Linux on a badger (living or dead) as useful.
This reminds me of a dream I once had, where I came back from school, and my parents had installed a circuit board into my cat's brain, to make her "more pleasant".
It was a truly awful dream, as the process was not reversible.
Take that, NetBSD! :P
In before Linux is dying jokes ...
Anyone know if the reanimation and Linux installation process described in the article can be adapted for use on a doll, as in the blow-up kind...
If this works, fun can be only a Perl script away...
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When I was a young boy, I awoke every morning to the delicious smell of badgers. My mother, and father's dojo contained within it a hot griddle perfect for making badgers, muskrats, and a multitude of other badger-like breakfast pastries. I remember them well -- The pleasant, care-free days of my childhood in the dojo were often spent peering into the kitchen with eager anticipation as my mother prepared badgers for my family.
.. the ultimate badger. My journey took me to the many islands of my homeland, many days away from my dojo. My hunger for badgers became my teacher, and foolishly I let it control the path that I walked upon. My feet, sore from travel, ached as my heart and stomach did, until I came to a realization. My duty was clear. I needed to take a stand and accept my love for the art of the ninja AND my love for badgers. It was not wrong for me to love both. I love one as a dear friend, and one as a lover. Yes--My mission was clear--I must become a ninja, a secret assassin hired by the imperial family BUT I MUST ALSO ENJOY THE OCCASIONAL badger.
As I grew older, and began my journey to spiritual enlightenment, the memories of my badger-eating youth filled my heart and dreams with warm, fluffy goodness....Ahhh, yes..the sweet, sweet memories... The day I ate 10 badgers... The day I placed a warm badger between my fleshy loins and performed the forbidden dance... The day pressed a badger to my buttocks and encouraged my dog to come eat.. Indeed, much of my childhood was spent in pure innocence -- An innocence only badgers can provide. It was heaven. A heaven, filled with badgers, where I sat at the throne of God, with my hand-maidens Aunt Jemimah and Mrs. Butterworth seated beside me. An indestructible triumvirate made of flour, eggs, sugar, milk, water, and love.
By the age of 15, the path of my life became unclear and confusing. Torn between my duty my village and my love for badgers, I foolishly left home in search of karaguchi ah-nowakadesu
My adoration for breakfast cakes has placed me within an awkward position. Many ninja refuse to recognize me as their brother. I defend my father's land, but I am looked upon as weak and undisciplined. I tell them, "But, brothers! Listen to my plea! The badgers do not weaken me, nor do they make me disobey the rule of my sword. They fill me with love." But alas, they do not understand...For the mind of a ninja is complex.
My only earthly desire is to be accepted for who I am. Yes, I am a NINJA--But I also enjoy badgers. Will you accept me? If you were approached by a ninja who requested a badger, would you submit to his will?
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When I was a young boy, I awoke every morning to the delicious smell of badgers. My mother, and father's dojo contained within it a hot griddle perfect for making badgers, muskrats, and a multitude of other badger-like breakfast pastries. I remember them well -- The pleasant, care-free days of my childhood in the dojo were often spent peering into the kitchen with eager anticipation as my mother prepared badgers for my family.
.. the ultimate badger. My journey took me to the many islands of my homeland, many days away from my dojo. My hunger for badgers became my teacher, and foolishly I let it control the path that I walked upon. My feet, sore from travel, ached as my heart and stomach did, until I came to a realization. My duty was clear. I needed to take a stand and accept my love for the art of the ninja AND my love for badgers. It was not wrong for me to love both. I love one as a dear friend, and one as a lover. Yes--My mission was clear--I must become a ninja, a secret assassin hired by the imperial family BUT I MUST ALSO ENJOY THE OCCASIONAL badger.
As I grew older, and began my journey to spiritual enlightenment, the memories of my badger-eating youth filled my heart and dreams with warm, fluffy goodness....Ahhh, yes..the sweet, sweet memories... The day I ate 10 badgers... The day I placed a warm badger between my fleshy loins and performed the forbidden dance... The day pressed a badger to my buttocks and encouraged my dog to come eat.. Indeed, much of my childhood was spent in pure innocence -- An innocence only badgers can provide. It was heaven. A heaven, filled with badgers, where I sat at the throne of God, with my hand-maidens Aunt Jemimah and Mrs. Butterworth seated beside me. An indestructible triumvirate made of flour, eggs, sugar, milk, water, and love.
By the age of 15, the path of my life became unclear and confusing. Torn between my duty my village and my love for badgers, I foolishly left home in search of karaguchi ah-nowakadesu
My adoration for breakfast cakes has placed me within an awkward position. Many ninja refuse to recognize me as their brother. I defend my father's land, but I am looked upon as weak and undisciplined. I tell them, "But, brothers! Listen to my plea! The badgers do not weaken me, nor do they make me disobey the rule of my sword. They fill me with love." But alas, they do not understand...For the mind of a ninja is complex.
My only earthly desire is to be accepted for who I am. Yes, I am a NINJA--But I also enjoy badgers. Will you accept me? If you were approached by a ninja who requested a badger, would you submit to his will?
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When I was a young boy, I awoke every morning to the delicious smell of badgers. My mother, and father's dojo contained within it a hot griddle perfect for making badgers, muskrats, and a multitude of other badger-like breakfast pastries. I remember them well -- The pleasant, care-free days of my childhood in the dojo were often spent peering into the kitchen with eager anticipation as my mother prepared badgers for my family.
.. the ultimate badger. My journey took me to the many islands of my homeland, many days away from my dojo. My hunger for badgers became my teacher, and foolishly I let it control the path that I walked upon. My feet, sore from travel, ached as my heart and stomach did, until I came to a realization. My duty was clear. I needed to take a stand and accept my love for the art of the ninja AND my love for badgers. It was not wrong for me to love both. I love one as a dear friend, and one as a lover. Yes--My mission was clear--I must become a ninja, a secret assassin hired by the imperial family BUT I MUST ALSO ENJOY THE OCCASIONAL badger.
As I grew older, and began my journey to spiritual enlightenment, the memories of my badger-eating youth filled my heart and dreams with warm, fluffy goodness....Ahhh, yes..the sweet, sweet memories... The day I ate 10 badgers... The day I placed a warm badger between my fleshy loins and performed the forbidden dance... The day pressed a badger to my buttocks and encouraged my dog to come eat.. Indeed, much of my childhood was spent in pure innocence -- An innocence only badgers can provide. It was heaven. A heaven, filled with badgers, where I sat at the throne of God, with my hand-maidens Aunt Jemimah and Mrs. Butterworth seated beside me. An indestructible triumvirate made of flour, eggs, sugar, milk, water, and love.
By the age of 15, the path of my life became unclear and confusing. Torn between my duty my village and my love for badgers, I foolishly left home in search of karaguchi ah-nowakadesu
My adoration for breakfast cakes has placed me within an awkward position. Many ninja refuse to recognize me as their brother. I defend my father's land, but I am looked upon as weak and undisciplined. I tell them, "But, brothers! Listen to my plea! The badgers do not weaken me, nor do they make me disobey the rule of my sword. They fill me with love." But alas, they do not understand...For the mind of a ninja is complex.
My only earthly desire is to be accepted for who I am. Yes, I am a NINJA--But I also enjoy badgers. Will you accept me? If you were approached by a ninja who requested a badger, would you submit to his will?
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When I was a young boy, I awoke every morning to the delicious smell of badgers. My mother, and father's dojo contained within it a hot griddle perfect for making badgers, muskrats, and a multitude of other badger-like breakfast pastries. I remember them well -- The pleasant, care-free days of my childhood in the dojo were often spent peering into the kitchen with eager anticipation as my mother prepared badgers for my family.
.. the ultimate badger. My journey took me to the many islands of my homeland, many days away from my dojo. My hunger for badgers became my teacher, and foolishly I let it control the path that I walked upon. My feet, sore from travel, ached as my heart and stomach did, until I came to a realization. My duty was clear. I needed to take a stand and accept my love for the art of the ninja AND my love for badgers. It was not wrong for me to love both. I love one as a dear friend, and one as a lover. Yes--My mission was clear--I must become a ninja, a secret assassin hired by the imperial family BUT I MUST ALSO ENJOY THE OCCASIONAL badger.
As I grew older, and began my journey to spiritual enlightenment, the memories of my badger-eating youth filled my heart and dreams with warm, fluffy goodness....Ahhh, yes..the sweet, sweet memories... The day I ate 10 badgers... The day I placed a warm badger between my fleshy loins and performed the forbidden dance... The day pressed a badger to my buttocks and encouraged my dog to come eat.. Indeed, much of my childhood was spent in pure innocence -- An innocence only badgers can provide. It was heaven. A heaven, filled with badgers, where I sat at the throne of God, with my hand-maidens Aunt Jemimah and Mrs. Butterworth seated beside me. An indestructible triumvirate made of flour, eggs, sugar, milk, water, and love.
By the age of 15, the path of my life became unclear and confusing. Torn between my duty my village and my love for badgers, I foolishly left home in search of karaguchi ah-nowakadesu
My adoration for breakfast cakes has placed me within an awkward position. Many ninja refuse to recognize me as their brother. I defend my father's land, but I am looked upon as weak and undisciplined. I tell them, "But, brothers! Listen to my plea! The badgers do not weaken me, nor do they make me disobey the rule of my sword. They fill me with love." But alas, they do not understand...For the mind of a ninja is complex.
My only earthly desire is to be accepted for who I am. Yes, I am a NINJA--But I also enjoy badgers. Will you accept me? If you were approached by a ninja who requested a badger, would you submit to his will?
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When I was a young boy, I awoke every morning to the delicious smell of badgers. My mother, and father's dojo contained within it a hot griddle perfect for making badgers, muskrats, and a multitude of other badger-like breakfast pastries. I remember them well -- The pleasant, care-free days of my childhood in the dojo were often spent peering into the kitchen with eager anticipation as my mother prepared badgers for my family.
.. the ultimate badger. My journey took me to the many islands of my homeland, many days away from my dojo. My hunger for badgers became my teacher, and foolishly I let it control the path that I walked upon. My feet, sore from travel, ached as my heart and stomach did, until I came to a realization. My duty was clear. I needed to take a stand and accept my love for the art of the ninja AND my love for badgers. It was not wrong for me to love both. I love one as a dear friend, and one as a lover. Yes--My mission was clear--I must become a ninja, a secret assassin hired by the imperial family BUT I MUST ALSO ENJOY THE OCCASIONAL badger.
As I grew older, and began my journey to spiritual enlightenment, the memories of my badger-eating youth filled my heart and dreams with warm, fluffy goodness....Ahhh, yes..the sweet, sweet memories... The day I ate 10 badgers... The day I placed a warm badger between my fleshy loins and performed the forbidden dance... The day pressed a badger to my buttocks and encouraged my dog to come eat.. Indeed, much of my childhood was spent in pure innocence -- An innocence only badgers can provide. It was heaven. A heaven, filled with badgers, where I sat at the throne of God, with my hand-maidens Aunt Jemimah and Mrs. Butterworth seated beside me. An indestructible triumvirate made of flour, eggs, sugar, milk, water, and love.
By the age of 15, the path of my life became unclear and confusing. Torn between my duty my village and my love for badgers, I foolishly left home in search of karaguchi ah-nowakadesu
My adoration for breakfast cakes has placed me within an awkward position. Many ninja refuse to recognize me as their brother. I defend my father's land, but I am looked upon as weak and undisciplined. I tell them, "But, brothers! Listen to my plea! The badgers do not weaken me, nor do they make me disobey the rule of my sword. They fill me with love." But alas, they do not understand...For the mind of a ninja is complex.
My only earthly desire is to be accepted for who I am. Yes, I am a NINJA--But I also enjoy badgers. Will you accept me? If you were approached by a ninja who requested a badger, would you submit to his will?
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When I was a young boy, I awoke every morning to the delicious smell of badgers. My mother, and father's dojo contained within it a hot griddle perfect for making badgers, muskrats, and a multitude of other badger-like breakfast pastries. I remember them well -- The pleasant, care-free days of my childhood in the dojo were often spent peering into the kitchen with eager anticipation as my mother prepared badgers for my family.
.. the ultimate badger. My journey took me to the many islands of my homeland, many days away from my dojo. My hunger for badgers became my teacher, and foolishly I let it control the path that I walked upon. My feet, sore from travel, ached as my heart and stomach did, until I came to a realization. My duty was clear. I needed to take a stand and accept my love for the art of the ninja AND my love for badgers. It was not wrong for me to love both. I love one as a dear friend, and one as a lover. Yes--My mission was clear--I must become a ninja, a secret assassin hired by the imperial family BUT I MUST ALSO ENJOY THE OCCASIONAL badger.
As I grew older, and began my journey to spiritual enlightenment, the memories of my badger-eating youth filled my heart and dreams with warm, fluffy goodness....Ahhh, yes..the sweet, sweet memories... The day I ate 10 badgers... The day I placed a warm badger between my fleshy loins and performed the forbidden dance... The day pressed a badger to my buttocks and encouraged my dog to come eat.. Indeed, much of my childhood was spent in pure innocence -- An innocence only badgers can provide. It was heaven. A heaven, filled with badgers, where I sat at the throne of God, with my hand-maidens Aunt Jemimah and Mrs. Butterworth seated beside me. An indestructible triumvirate made of flour, eggs, sugar, milk, water, and love.
By the age of 15, the path of my life became unclear and confusing. Torn between my duty my village and my love for badgers, I foolishly left home in search of karaguchi ah-nowakadesu
My adoration for breakfast cakes has placed me within an awkward position. Many ninja refuse to recognize me as their brother. I defend my father's land, but I am looked upon as weak and undisciplined. I tell them, "But, brothers! Listen to my plea! The badgers do not weaken me, nor do they make me disobey the rule of my sword. They fill me with love." But alas, they do not understand...For the mind of a ninja is complex.
My only earthly desire is to be accepted for who I am. Yes, I am a NINJA--But I also enjoy badgers. Will you accept me? If you were approached by a ninja who requested a badger, would you submit to his will?
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When I was a young boy, I awoke every morning to the delicious smell of badgers. My mother, and father's dojo contained within it a hot griddle perfect for making badgers, muskrats, and a multitude of other badger-like breakfast pastries. I remember them well -- The pleasant, care-free days of my childhood in the dojo were often spent peering into the kitchen with eager anticipation as my mother prepared badgers for my family.
.. the ultimate badger. My journey took me to the many islands of my homeland, many days away from my dojo. My hunger for badgers became my teacher, and foolishly I let it control the path that I walked upon. My feet, sore from travel, ached as my heart and stomach did, until I came to a realization. My duty was clear. I needed to take a stand and accept my love for the art of the ninja AND my love for badgers. It was not wrong for me to love both. I love one as a dear friend, and one as a lover. Yes--My mission was clear--I must become a ninja, a secret assassin hired by the imperial family BUT I MUST ALSO ENJOY THE OCCASIONAL badger.
As I grew older, and began my journey to spiritual enlightenment, the memories of my badger-eating youth filled my heart and dreams with warm, fluffy goodness....Ahhh, yes..the sweet, sweet memories... The day I ate 10 badgers... The day I placed a warm badger between my fleshy loins and performed the forbidden dance... The day pressed a badger to my buttocks and encouraged my dog to come eat.. Indeed, much of my childhood was spent in pure innocence -- An innocence only badgers can provide. It was heaven. A heaven, filled with badgers, where I sat at the throne of God, with my hand-maidens Aunt Jemimah and Mrs. Butterworth seated beside me. An indestructible triumvirate made of flour, eggs, sugar, milk, water, and love.
By the age of 15, the path of my life became unclear and confusing. Torn between my duty my village and my love for badgers, I foolishly left home in search of karaguchi ah-nowakadesu
My adoration for breakfast cakes has placed me within an awkward position. Many ninja refuse to recognize me as their brother. I defend my father's land, but I am looked upon as weak and undisciplined. I tell them, "But, brothers! Listen to my plea! The badgers do not weaken me, nor do they make me disobey the rule of my sword. They fill me with love." But alas, they do not understand...For the mind of a ninja is complex.
My only earthly desire is to be accepted for who I am. Yes, I am a NINJA--But I also enjoy badgers. Will you accept me? If you were approached by a ninja who requested a badger, would you submit to his will?
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What's wrong with net booting Linux on an iPod?
It seems like a perfectly reasonable thing to do.
There's something fascinating in net booting headless machines. A 'box' out there on your network, tethered to the network with a single cable, through which you communicate into it and through which it gets all storage. With only two connections to the rest of the world, the ethernet cable and the power cord. And with an iPod there would be even less, just the USB or 'FireWire' cord.
Dunno about this badger thing, though.
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When I was a young boy, I awoke every morning to the delicious smell of badgers. My mother, and father's dojo contained within it a hot griddle perfect for making badgers, muskrats, and a multitude of other badger-like breakfast pastries. I remember them well -- The pleasant, care-free days of my childhood in the dojo were often spent peering into the kitchen with eager anticipation as my mother prepared badgers for my family.
.. the ultimate badger. My journey took me to the many islands of my homeland, many days away from my dojo. My hunger for badgers became my teacher, and foolishly I let it control the path that I walked upon. My feet, sore from travel, ached as my heart and stomach did, until I came to a realization. My duty was clear. I needed to take a stand and accept my love for the art of the ninja AND my love for badgers. It was not wrong for me to love both. I love one as a dear friend, and one as a lover. Yes--My mission was clear--I must become a ninja, a secret assassin hired by the imperial family BUT I MUST ALSO ENJOY THE OCCASIONAL badger.
As I grew older, and began my journey to spiritual enlightenment, the memories of my badger-eating youth filled my heart and dreams with warm, fluffy goodness....Ahhh, yes..the sweet, sweet memories... The day I ate 10 badgers... The day I placed a warm badger between my fleshy loins and performed the forbidden dance... The day pressed a badger to my buttocks and encouraged my dog to come eat.. Indeed, much of my childhood was spent in pure innocence -- An innocence only badgers can provide. It was heaven. A heaven, filled with badgers, where I sat at the throne of God, with my hand-maidens Aunt Jemimah and Mrs. Butterworth seated beside me. An indestructible triumvirate made of flour, eggs, sugar, milk, water, and love.
By the age of 15, the path of my life became unclear and confusing. Torn between my duty my village and my love for badgers, I foolishly left home in search of karaguchi ah-nowakadesu
My adoration for breakfast cakes has placed me within an awkward position. Many ninja refuse to recognize me as their brother. I defend my father's land, but I am looked upon as weak and undisciplined. I tell them, "But, brothers! Listen to my plea! The badgers do not weaken me, nor do they make me disobey the rule of my sword. They fill me with love." But alas, they do not understand...For the mind of a ninja is complex.
My only earthly desire is to be accepted for who I am. Yes, I am a NINJA--But I also enjoy badgers. Will you accept me? If you were approached by a ninja who requested a badger, would you submit to his will?
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When I was a young boy, I awoke every morning to the delicious smell of badgers. My mother, and father's dojo contained within it a hot griddle perfect for making badgers, muskrats, and a multitude of other badger-like breakfast pastries. I remember them well -- The pleasant, care-free days of my childhood in the dojo were often spent peering into the kitchen with eager anticipation as my mother prepared badgers for my family.
.. the ultimate badger. My journey took me to the many islands of my homeland, many days away from my dojo. My hunger for badgers became my teacher, and foolishly I let it control the path that I walked upon. My feet, sore from travel, ached as my heart and stomach did, until I came to a realization. My duty was clear. I needed to take a stand and accept my love for the art of the ninja AND my love for badgers. It was not wrong for me to love both. I love one as a dear friend, and one as a lover. Yes--My mission was clear--I must become a ninja, a secret assassin hired by the imperial family BUT I MUST ALSO ENJOY THE OCCASIONAL badger.
As I grew older, and began my journey to spiritual enlightenment, the memories of my badger-eating youth filled my heart and dreams with warm, fluffy goodness....Ahhh, yes..the sweet, sweet memories... The day I ate 10 badgers... The day I placed a warm badger between my fleshy loins and performed the forbidden dance... The day pressed a badger to my buttocks and encouraged my dog to come eat.. Indeed, much of my childhood was spent in pure innocence -- An innocence only badgers can provide. It was heaven. A heaven, filled with badgers, where I sat at the throne of God, with my hand-maidens Aunt Jemimah and Mrs. Butterworth seated beside me. An indestructible triumvirate made of flour, eggs, sugar, milk, water, and love.
By the age of 15, the path of my life became unclear and confusing. Torn between my duty my village and my love for badgers, I foolishly left home in search of karaguchi ah-nowakadesu
My adoration for breakfast cakes has placed me within an awkward position. Many ninja refuse to recognize me as their brother. I defend my father's land, but I am looked upon as weak and undisciplined. I tell them, "But, brothers! Listen to my plea! The badgers do not weaken me, nor do they make me disobey the rule of my sword. They fill me with love." But alas, they do not understand...For the mind of a ninja is complex.
My only earthly desire is to be accepted for who I am. Yes, I am a NINJA--But I also enjoy badgers. Will you accept me? If you were approached by a ninja who requested a badger, would you submit to his will?
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When I was a young boy, I awoke every morning to the delicious smell of badgers. My mother, and father's dojo contained within it a hot griddle perfect for making badgers, muskrats, and a multitude of other badger-like breakfast pastries. I remember them well -- The pleasant, care-free days of my childhood in the dojo were often spent peering into the kitchen with eager anticipation as my mother prepared badgers for my family.
.. the ultimate badger. My journey took me to the many islands of my homeland, many days away from my dojo. My hunger for badgers became my teacher, and foolishly I let it control the path that I walked upon. My feet, sore from travel, ached as my heart and stomach did, until I came to a realization. My duty was clear. I needed to take a stand and accept my love for the art of the ninja AND my love for badgers. It was not wrong for me to love both. I love one as a dear friend, and one as a lover. Yes--My mission was clear--I must become a ninja, a secret assassin hired by the imperial family BUT I MUST ALSO ENJOY THE OCCASIONAL badger.
As I grew older, and began my journey to spiritual enlightenment, the memories of my badger-eating youth filled my heart and dreams with warm, fluffy goodness....Ahhh, yes..the sweet, sweet memories... The day I ate 10 badgers... The day I placed a warm badger between my fleshy loins and performed the forbidden dance... The day pressed a badger to my buttocks and encouraged my dog to come eat.. Indeed, much of my childhood was spent in pure innocence -- An innocence only badgers can provide. It was heaven. A heaven, filled with badgers, where I sat at the throne of God, with my hand-maidens Aunt Jemimah and Mrs. Butterworth seated beside me. An indestructible triumvirate made of flour, eggs, sugar, milk, water, and love.
By the age of 15, the path of my life became unclear and confusing. Torn between my duty my village and my love for badgers, I foolishly left home in search of karaguchi ah-nowakadesu
My adoration for breakfast cakes has placed me within an awkward position. Many ninja refuse to recognize me as their brother. I defend my father's land, but I am looked upon as weak and undisciplined. I tell them, "But, brothers! Listen to my plea! The badgers do not weaken me, nor do they make me disobey the rule of my sword. They fill me with love." But alas, they do not understand...For the mind of a ninja is complex.
My only earthly desire is to be accepted for who I am. Yes, I am a NINJA--But I also enjoy badgers. Will you accept me? If you were approached by a ninja who requested a badger, would you submit to his will?
Anonymous SHIT Member
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On how long until we have a Slashback with pics of someone's successful installation. I think I saw this on the Tom Green show, once.
When I was a young boy, I awoke every morning to the delicious smell of badgers. My mother, and father's dojo contained within it a hot griddle perfect for making badgers, muskrats, and a multitude of other badger-like breakfast pastries. I remember them well -- The pleasant, care-free days of my childhood in the dojo were often spent peering into the kitchen with eager anticipation as my mother prepared badgers for my family.
.. the ultimate badger. My journey took me to the many islands of my homeland, many days away from my dojo. My hunger for badgers became my teacher, and foolishly I let it control the path that I walked upon. My feet, sore from travel, ached as my heart and stomach did, until I came to a realization. My duty was clear. I needed to take a stand and accept my love for the art of the ninja AND my love for badgers. It was not wrong for me to love both. I love one as a dear friend, and one as a lover. Yes--My mission was clear--I must become a ninja, a secret assassin hired by the imperial family BUT I MUST ALSO ENJOY THE OCCASIONAL badger.
As I grew older, and began my journey to spiritual enlightenment, the memories of my badger-eating youth filled my heart and dreams with warm, fluffy goodness....Ahhh, yes..the sweet, sweet memories... The day I ate 10 badgers... The day I placed a warm badger between my fleshy loins and performed the forbidden dance... The day pressed a badger to my buttocks and encouraged my dog to come eat.. Indeed, much of my childhood was spent in pure innocence -- An innocence only badgers can provide. It was heaven. A heaven, filled with badgers, where I sat at the throne of God, with my hand-maidens Aunt Jemimah and Mrs. Butterworth seated beside me. An indestructible triumvirate made of flour, eggs, sugar, milk, water, and love.
By the age of 15, the path of my life became unclear and confusing. Torn between my duty my village and my love for badgers, I foolishly left home in search of karaguchi ah-nowakadesu
My adoration for breakfast cakes has placed me within an awkward position. Many ninja refuse to recognize me as their brother. I defend my father's land, but I am looked upon as weak and undisciplined. I tell them, "But, brothers! Listen to my plea! The badgers do not weaken me, nor do they make me disobey the rule of my sword. They fill me with love." But alas, they do not understand...For the mind of a ninja is complex.
My only earthly desire is to be accepted for who I am. Yes, I am a NINJA--But I also enjoy badgers. Will you accept me? If you were approached by a ninja who requested a badger, would you submit to his will?
Anonymous SHIT Member
4612
damn, I was hoping we'd at least have an image of the finished product.
btw, I'm already working on installing Linux on a dead moose, since there aren't many badgers up north in Canada (at least where I live).
When I was a young boy, I awoke every morning to the delicious smell of badgers. My mother, and father's dojo contained within it a hot griddle perfect for making badgers, muskrats, and a multitude of other badger-like breakfast pastries. I remember them well -- The pleasant, care-free days of my childhood in the dojo were often spent peering into the kitchen with eager anticipation as my mother prepared badgers for my family.
.. the ultimate badger. My journey took me to the many islands of my homeland, many days away from my dojo. My hunger for badgers became my teacher, and foolishly I let it control the path that I walked upon. My feet, sore from travel, ached as my heart and stomach did, until I came to a realization. My duty was clear. I needed to take a stand and accept my love for the art of the ninja AND my love for badgers. It was not wrong for me to love both. I love one as a dear friend, and one as a lover. Yes--My mission was clear--I must become a ninja, a secret assassin hired by the imperial family BUT I MUST ALSO ENJOY THE OCCASIONAL badger.
As I grew older, and began my journey to spiritual enlightenment, the memories of my badger-eating youth filled my heart and dreams with warm, fluffy goodness....Ahhh, yes..the sweet, sweet memories... The day I ate 10 badgers... The day I placed a warm badger between my fleshy loins and performed the forbidden dance... The day pressed a badger to my buttocks and encouraged my dog to come eat.. Indeed, much of my childhood was spent in pure innocence -- An innocence only badgers can provide. It was heaven. A heaven, filled with badgers, where I sat at the throne of God, with my hand-maidens Aunt Jemimah and Mrs. Butterworth seated beside me. An indestructible triumvirate made of flour, eggs, sugar, milk, water, and love.
By the age of 15, the path of my life became unclear and confusing. Torn between my duty my village and my love for badgers, I foolishly left home in search of karaguchi ah-nowakadesu
My adoration for breakfast cakes has placed me within an awkward position. Many ninja refuse to recognize me as their brother. I defend my father's land, but I am looked upon as weak and undisciplined. I tell them, "But, brothers! Listen to my plea! The badgers do not weaken me, nor do they make me disobey the rule of my sword. They fill me with love." But alas, they do not understand...For the mind of a ninja is complex.
My only earthly desire is to be accepted for who I am. Yes, I am a NINJA--But I also enjoy badgers. Will you accept me? If you were approached by a ninja who requested a badger, would you submit to his will?
Anonymous SHIT Member
14124
mushroom! mushroom!
filter: +3. Hey, look! all the trolls went away!
When I was a young boy, I awoke every morning to the delicious smell of badgers. My mother, and father's dojo contained within it a hot griddle perfect for making badgers, muskrats, and a multitude of other badger-like breakfast pastries. I remember them well -- The pleasant, care-free days of my childhood in the dojo were often spent peering into the kitchen with eager anticipation as my mother prepared badgers for my family.
.. the ultimate badger. My journey took me to the many islands of my homeland, many days away from my dojo. My hunger for badgers became my teacher, and foolishly I let it control the path that I walked upon. My feet, sore from travel, ached as my heart and stomach did, until I came to a realization. My duty was clear. I needed to take a stand and accept my love for the art of the ninja AND my love for badgers. It was not wrong for me to love both. I love one as a dear friend, and one as a lover. Yes--My mission was clear--I must become a ninja, a secret assassin hired by the imperial family BUT I MUST ALSO ENJOY THE OCCASIONAL badger.
As I grew older, and began my journey to spiritual enlightenment, the memories of my badger-eating youth filled my heart and dreams with warm, fluffy goodness....Ahhh, yes..the sweet, sweet memories... The day I ate 10 badgers... The day I placed a warm badger between my fleshy loins and performed the forbidden dance... The day pressed a badger to my buttocks and encouraged my dog to come eat.. Indeed, much of my childhood was spent in pure innocence -- An innocence only badgers can provide. It was heaven. A heaven, filled with badgers, where I sat at the throne of God, with my hand-maidens Aunt Jemimah and Mrs. Butterworth seated beside me. An indestructible triumvirate made of flour, eggs, sugar, milk, water, and love.
By the age of 15, the path of my life became unclear and confusing. Torn between my duty my village and my love for badgers, I foolishly left home in search of karaguchi ah-nowakadesu
My adoration for breakfast cakes has placed me within an awkward position. Many ninja refuse to recognize me as their brother. I defend my father's land, but I am looked upon as weak and undisciplined. I tell them, "But, brothers! Listen to my plea! The badgers do not weaken me, nor do they make me disobey the rule of my sword. They fill me with love." But alas, they do not understand...For the mind of a ninja is complex.
My only earthly desire is to be accepted for who I am. Yes, I am a NINJA--But I also enjoy badgers. Will you accept me? If you were approached by a ninja who requested a badger, would you submit to his will?
Anonymous SHIT Member
30112
When I was a young boy, I awoke every morning to the delicious smell of badgers. My mother, and father's dojo contained within it a hot griddle perfect for making badgers, muskrats, and a multitude of other badger-like breakfast pastries. I remember them well -- The pleasant, care-free days of my childhood in the dojo were often spent peering into the kitchen with eager anticipation as my mother prepared badgers for my family.
.. the ultimate badger. My journey took me to the many islands of my homeland, many days away from my dojo. My hunger for badgers became my teacher, and foolishly I let it control the path that I walked upon. My feet, sore from travel, ached as my heart and stomach did, until I came to a realization. My duty was clear. I needed to take a stand and accept my love for the art of the ninja AND my love for badgers. It was not wrong for me to love both. I love one as a dear friend, and one as a lover. Yes--My mission was clear--I must become a ninja, a secret assassin hired by the imperial family BUT I MUST ALSO ENJOY THE OCCASIONAL badger.
As I grew older, and began my journey to spiritual enlightenment, the memories of my badger-eating youth filled my heart and dreams with warm, fluffy goodness....Ahhh, yes..the sweet, sweet memories... The day I ate 10 badgers... The day I placed a warm badger between my fleshy loins and performed the forbidden dance... The day pressed a badger to my buttocks and encouraged my dog to come eat.. Indeed, much of my childhood was spent in pure innocence -- An innocence only badgers can provide. It was heaven. A heaven, filled with badgers, where I sat at the throne of God, with my hand-maidens Aunt Jemimah and Mrs. Butterworth seated beside me. An indestructible triumvirate made of flour, eggs, sugar, milk, water, and love.
By the age of 15, the path of my life became unclear and confusing. Torn between my duty my village and my love for badgers, I foolishly left home in search of karaguchi ah-nowakadesu
My adoration for breakfast cakes has placed me within an awkward position. Many ninja refuse to recognize me as their brother. I defend my father's land, but I am looked upon as weak and undisciplined. I tell them, "But, brothers! Listen to my plea! The badgers do not weaken me, nor do they make me disobey the rule of my sword. They fill me with love." But alas, they do not understand...For the mind of a ninja is complex.
My only earthly desire is to be accepted for who I am. Yes, I am a NINJA--But I also enjoy badgers. Will you accept me? If you were approached by a ninja who requested a badger, would you submit to his will?
Anonymous SHIT Member
1008
When I was a young boy, I awoke every morning to the delicious smell of badgers. My mother, and father's dojo contained within it a hot griddle perfect for making badgers, muskrats, and a multitude of other badger-like breakfast pastries. I remember them well -- The pleasant, care-free days of my childhood in the dojo were often spent peering into the kitchen with eager anticipation as my mother prepared badgers for my family.
.. the ultimate badger. My journey took me to the many islands of my homeland, many days away from my dojo. My hunger for badgers became my teacher, and foolishly I let it control the path that I walked upon. My feet, sore from travel, ached as my heart and stomach did, until I came to a realization. My duty was clear. I needed to take a stand and accept my love for the art of the ninja AND my love for badgers. It was not wrong for me to love both. I love one as a dear friend, and one as a lover. Yes--My mission was clear--I must become a ninja, a secret assassin hired by the imperial family BUT I MUST ALSO ENJOY THE OCCASIONAL badger.
As I grew older, and began my journey to spiritual enlightenment, the memories of my badger-eating youth filled my heart and dreams with warm, fluffy goodness....Ahhh, yes..the sweet, sweet memories... The day I ate 10 badgers... The day I placed a warm badger between my fleshy loins and performed the forbidden dance... The day pressed a badger to my buttocks and encouraged my dog to come eat.. Indeed, much of my childhood was spent in pure innocence -- An innocence only badgers can provide. It was heaven. A heaven, filled with badgers, where I sat at the throne of God, with my hand-maidens Aunt Jemimah and Mrs. Butterworth seated beside me. An indestructible triumvirate made of flour, eggs, sugar, milk, water, and love.
By the age of 15, the path of my life became unclear and confusing. Torn between my duty my village and my love for badgers, I foolishly left home in search of karaguchi ah-nowakadesu
My adoration for breakfast cakes has placed me within an awkward position. Many ninja refuse to recognize me as their brother. I defend my father's land, but I am looked upon as weak and undisciplined. I tell them, "But, brothers! Listen to my plea! The badgers do not weaken me, nor do they make me disobey the rule of my sword. They fill me with love." But alas, they do not understand...For the mind of a ninja is complex.
My only earthly desire is to be accepted for who I am. Yes, I am a NINJA--But I also enjoy badgers. Will you accept me? If you were approached by a ninja who requested a badger, would you submit to his will?
Anonymous SHIT Member
24479
With the vast number of post made on Slashdot as it is maybe stuff like this isn't a bad idea after all. Think of it as a honey pot for poor ideas and people who just like to post something. They waste their time posting silly comments on stuff like this, leaving the better articles for everyone else to enjoy.
And yes, I am aware that I was sucked in by this too. But I do think it might have value weather it was originally intended or not. Maybe they should start a stupid stuff section.
That these badgers are the way forward for Linux.
You literally have an all singing all dancing Linux system (rimshot)...
I'm amazing. You aren't. SUCK IT
When I was a young boy, I awoke every morning to the delicious smell of badgers. My mother, and father's dojo contained within it a hot griddle perfect for making badgers, muskrats, and a multitude of other badger-like breakfast pastries. I remember them well -- The pleasant, care-free days of my childhood in the dojo were often spent peering into the kitchen with eager anticipation as my mother prepared badgers for my family.
.. the ultimate badger. My journey took me to the many islands of my homeland, many days away from my dojo. My hunger for badgers became my teacher, and foolishly I let it control the path that I walked upon. My feet, sore from travel, ached as my heart and stomach did, until I came to a realization. My duty was clear. I needed to take a stand and accept my love for the art of the ninja AND my love for badgers. It was not wrong for me to love both. I love one as a dear friend, and one as a lover. Yes--My mission was clear--I must become a ninja, a secret assassin hired by the imperial family BUT I MUST ALSO ENJOY THE OCCASIONAL badger.
As I grew older, and began my journey to spiritual enlightenment, the memories of my badger-eating youth filled my heart and dreams with warm, fluffy goodness....Ahhh, yes..the sweet, sweet memories... The day I ate 10 badgers... The day I placed a warm badger between my fleshy loins and performed the forbidden dance... The day pressed a badger to my buttocks and encouraged my dog to come eat.. Indeed, much of my childhood was spent in pure innocence -- An innocence only badgers can provide. It was heaven. A heaven, filled with badgers, where I sat at the throne of God, with my hand-maidens Aunt Jemimah and Mrs. Butterworth seated beside me. An indestructible triumvirate made of flour, eggs, sugar, milk, water, and love.
By the age of 15, the path of my life became unclear and confusing. Torn between my duty my village and my love for badgers, I foolishly left home in search of karaguchi ah-nowakadesu
My adoration for breakfast cakes has placed me within an awkward position. Many ninja refuse to recognize me as their brother. I defend my father's land, but I am looked upon as weak and undisciplined. I tell them, "But, brothers! Listen to my plea! The badgers do not weaken me, nor do they make me disobey the rule of my sword. They fill me with love." But alas, they do not understand...For the mind of a ninja is complex.
My only earthly desire is to be accepted for who I am. Yes, I am a NINJA--But I also enjoy badgers. Will you accept me? If you were approached by a ninja who requested a badger, would you submit to his will?
Anonymous SHIT Member
23191
When I was a young boy, I awoke every morning to the delicious smell of badgers. My mother, and father's dojo contained within it a hot griddle perfect for making badgers, muskrats, and a multitude of other badger-like breakfast pastries. I remember them well -- The pleasant, care-free days of my childhood in the dojo were often spent peering into the kitchen with eager anticipation as my mother prepared badgers for my family.
.. the ultimate badger. My journey took me to the many islands of my homeland, many days away from my dojo. My hunger for badgers became my teacher, and foolishly I let it control the path that I walked upon. My feet, sore from travel, ached as my heart and stomach did, until I came to a realization. My duty was clear. I needed to take a stand and accept my love for the art of the ninja AND my love for badgers. It was not wrong for me to love both. I love one as a dear friend, and one as a lover. Yes--My mission was clear--I must become a ninja, a secret assassin hired by the imperial family BUT I MUST ALSO ENJOY THE OCCASIONAL badger.
As I grew older, and began my journey to spiritual enlightenment, the memories of my badger-eating youth filled my heart and dreams with warm, fluffy goodness....Ahhh, yes..the sweet, sweet memories... The day I ate 10 badgers... The day I placed a warm badger between my fleshy loins and performed the forbidden dance... The day pressed a badger to my buttocks and encouraged my dog to come eat.. Indeed, much of my childhood was spent in pure innocence -- An innocence only badgers can provide. It was heaven. A heaven, filled with badgers, where I sat at the throne of God, with my hand-maidens Aunt Jemimah and Mrs. Butterworth seated beside me. An indestructible triumvirate made of flour, eggs, sugar, milk, water, and love.
By the age of 15, the path of my life became unclear and confusing. Torn between my duty my village and my love for badgers, I foolishly left home in search of karaguchi ah-nowakadesu
My adoration for breakfast cakes has placed me within an awkward position. Many ninja refuse to recognize me as their brother. I defend my father's land, but I am looked upon as weak and undisciplined. I tell them, "But, brothers! Listen to my plea! The badgers do not weaken me, nor do they make me disobey the rule of my sword. They fill me with love." But alas, they do not understand...For the mind of a ninja is complex.
My only earthly desire is to be accepted for who I am. Yes, I am a NINJA--But I also enjoy badgers. Will you accept me? If you were approached by a ninja who requested a badger, would you submit to his will?
Anonymous SHIT Member
17280
When I was a young boy, I awoke every morning to the delicious smell of badgers. My mother, and father's dojo contained within it a hot griddle perfect for making badgers, muskrats, and a multitude of other badger-like breakfast pastries. I remember them well -- The pleasant, care-free days of my childhood in the dojo were often spent peering into the kitchen with eager anticipation as my mother prepared badgers for my family.
.. the ultimate badger. My journey took me to the many islands of my homeland, many days away from my dojo. My hunger for badgers became my teacher, and foolishly I let it control the path that I walked upon. My feet, sore from travel, ached as my heart and stomach did, until I came to a realization. My duty was clear. I needed to take a stand and accept my love for the art of the ninja AND my love for badgers. It was not wrong for me to love both. I love one as a dear friend, and one as a lover. Yes--My mission was clear--I must become a ninja, a secret assassin hired by the imperial family BUT I MUST ALSO ENJOY THE OCCASIONAL badger.
As I grew older, and began my journey to spiritual enlightenment, the memories of my badger-eating youth filled my heart and dreams with warm, fluffy goodness....Ahhh, yes..the sweet, sweet memories... The day I ate 10 badgers... The day I placed a warm badger between my fleshy loins and performed the forbidden dance... The day pressed a badger to my buttocks and encouraged my dog to come eat.. Indeed, much of my childhood was spent in pure innocence -- An innocence only badgers can provide. It was heaven. A heaven, filled with badgers, where I sat at the throne of God, with my hand-maidens Aunt Jemimah and Mrs. Butterworth seated beside me. An indestructible triumvirate made of flour, eggs, sugar, milk, water, and love.
By the age of 15, the path of my life became unclear and confusing. Torn between my duty my village and my love for badgers, I foolishly left home in search of karaguchi ah-nowakadesu
My adoration for breakfast cakes has placed me within an awkward position. Many ninja refuse to recognize me as their brother. I defend my father's land, but I am looked upon as weak and undisciplined. I tell them, "But, brothers! Listen to my plea! The badgers do not weaken me, nor do they make me disobey the rule of my sword. They fill me with love." But alas, they do not understand...For the mind of a ninja is complex.
My only earthly desire is to be accepted for who I am. Yes, I am a NINJA--But I also enjoy badgers. Will you accept me? If you were approached by a ninja who requested a badger, would you submit to his will?
Anonymous SHIT Member
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How low slashdot can go......
Don't forget to keep watching the animation until it's done!
So the real question is, who is the writer sleeping with?
Wake me up when someone installs a Linux in an alive/dead Darl's ass.
The best planning can be done after the project completes.
Do badgers have good driver support?
Moo!
... welcome our new zombie badger overlords!
When I am king, you will be first against the wall
With your opinion which is of no consequence at all
Worst posting, ever!
Seriously, since when are the stories suposed to be as craptacular as the comments?
Im drunk enough to find the dancing bager-shroom crap funny, yet this does nothing for me.
And worse off, they promised LINUX IN THE TITLE, and all we got was crappy OSX.
If they would have mini-goatsied it to run a cat5 or power cord, that would have been funny as hell.
But nothing... im disapointed...
Im glad
I am running linux on the charged Gargoyle. You don't believe? Well, dude, that's hostname of my PDA.
There you are, staring at me again.
isn't it dying? *ducks*
The "Insert Quote Here" line is almost as predictable as inserting an actual quote.
Probably you'd be best off first learning how to net boot from a conventional PC. When you have a boot server working for that, you'll be familiar with the tasks needed to Net Boot the Winterm.
It's always a good thing to know anyway. Slap a good ethernet card into an old Pentium box and have at it. You'll need to configure one of your other machines as a boot server.
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That would be really bad.
It runs on everything else. Oh, the shame!
"To those who are overly cautious, everything is impossible. "
wait a minute - slashpot smoked real stories?! when was that?
You are the person companies hire just so you can walk up to the water cooler, tell a joke, have everyone stare blankly at you, and then go back to working.
Saying Java is nice because it works on all OS's is like saying that anal sex is nice because it works on all genders.
BADGER?!@ We don't need no stinking BADGER!!!
Harvey utilities built into Pooka may cause sudden, unpredictable invisibility issues.
Hey, that movie was on one of the classic movie stations a couple nights ago. And it was a lot more interesting than this slashdot article.
My friend Mark said that he saw a ninja totally uppercut some kid just because the kid opened a window.
Viral software licensing is not freedom, it is in fact GNU/Socialism.
were refused. But now I question why...
Yes, it would.
A flat tyre would also be bad
And just as funny as your joke
who or what is this new group, SHIT?
obviously someones using a crapflooding bot, but i need more information on who or what SHIT is as I am currently writing a thesis on Internet trolling and haven't heard of SHIT before.
please send any information to me at this address.
one (1) Duppy card (available in CardBus and PCI models)
He misread "Duppy" as "Dupey" and got all excited.
Was the dead horse unavailable for the project, so you had to settle for the badger? :P
Join the TWIT army now!
What about a Beowulf Cluster of dead badgers?
Regardless of how much flea or mite spray you have, puting linux on a dead badger is just way too buggy!
its spelled tire. "T-I-R-E"
In its original form: How to install Linux on a dead badger.
"The number of Unix installations has grown to ten, with more expected." (Unix Programmer's Manual, 2nd ed.; june 1972)
You're completely right there. If only I had mod points for insightful...
riding round the world on an old motorcycle
In Soviet Russia, Dead Badgers Install You!
It's a Role Playing Game.
"Let's see, the deer is in the glade, about forty feet in front of you with an armor class of 2..."
"I'm attacking with my +5 damage Rocket Propelled Grenade."
Damn Santa Claus DMs.
Carthago delenda est!
Shameless self-promotion laced with idiotiotic brainless attempts at humour. Please find some other place to annoy people (tried your kids?)
I'd love to see a dead-wolfpack of these.
All Your Dead Badgers Belong To Us.
(see below for Four and Five: Beowulf and Business Model).
I have a computer named Badger. In fact, the naming convention here at my house is to name computers after furry animals, with marsupials reserved for Macintoshes. Printers have women's names, wireless access points have insect species names, hard drives are birds, and mobile devices are named after flying mammals. Badger has always been a Windows XP box, though Hedgehog recently went from being Windows NT 4.0 to being Mandrake 9.2.
The flag just makes more sense than the constitution. - Judas Gutenberg
I would keep it alive and extract the very valuable badger milk. Just be certain of the badger's sex before milking.
28 days, 6 hours, 42 minutes and 12 seconds... that is when the world will end.
So... when can we expect to see the ports to the popular "Mushroom" and "Snake" platforms?
N4st0r, trixx0r h0bb1tz0rz! Th3y st0l3 0ur pr3c10uzz!
Telnetting into a dead badger can be EXTREMELY insecure and compromise your entire system! You should only use a secure shell when logging onto mid-sized angry reanimated mammals.
"I am a patient boy. I wait I wait I wait. My time is water down the drain..." Fugazi
1) Write bizarre story involving Linux and Badgers
2) Add "subtle" request to donate money (see rocket to the left)
3) Post story on Slashdot.
4) ?? !!
5) Profit?
I wonder how it works out..
It'd be much more interesting to set up a linux box to stream the video of you fucking the dead badger out onto the internet, and then charge admission to watch it... you'd be a millionaire in no time.
Where would you get the proper drivers for a badger if you wanted to install Windows instead?
When I read the summary, I thought someone had ACTUALLY turned a badger into a Linux computer. Sick and disgusting, yes, but not too far off from the other things people have done...
Boy, was I disappointed when I looked at the site! It isn't all that humorous, and they didn't even bother to at least include pictures like, say, a stuffed animal badger with CAT 5 cables running out of it.
I guess I'll go write an "Installing Mandrake Linux on a Dead French Poodle" article...
I'm Trappped at Berkeley.
I guess linux makes the badgers move faster than ever before...
A Beos Wolf cluster.
Boffoonery - downloadable Comedy Benefit for Bletchley Park
I always thought that I sucked. Until I read your post.
Or if you're geek enough you can tape yourself badger-badgering: http://www.mtl2600.org/media/video/badgerbadger.mp g
The quality of content gets better and better here on slashdot...
this headline is a bad dream I'm having. This is up there with Beware Fake Monkey Automatons. What's next - Beware Fake Monkey Automatons installing Linux on a Beowulf Cluster of Dead Badgers?
Aaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaa!
please mod parent up
donno how they mistyped that one so badly... (on a philosophical note, the first link points to an operating system not unlike linux in many ways...)
--<Mike>--
lol omg funny shit since i jsut discovered this whole phenomenon the other day
Oh, gimme a break. Anyone can install new software on a dead badger. You might as well call that wimpy "attenuated" Polio an actual virus, if we want to play these sort of games.
Not, a live badger... Those suckers have big long pointy teeth. And don't underestimate their small but very fast and sharp claws! A pissed (living) badger will put a serious hurtin' on your average penguin.
Okay, totally unrelated (so fire away with those -1's), but then, I'd have to vote the FP "offtopic" in the first place, if we could vote on the articles themselves... Hmm, so does that make this on topic? How... Curious. Anyway...
Check out "Beatallica" (check the thread on Metafilter for both a torrent and a web link), a band that, ala DJ Danger Mouse (available via Illegal Art), has chosen to blend the Beatles and, in this case, Metallica. Really quite a good blend - While DJDM only used actual Jay Z lyrics to actual Beatles loops in the background, Beatallica has done a "real" double-covering, with entirely new (though strongly derivative) lyrics and music actually played anew. Definately worth checking out, for all fans of music soon to get sued into oblivion.
As the one downside, the vocalist, while not all that bad at sounding like James Hetfield, just has a certain slightly annoying twinge to his voice. In another genre, it wouldn't show up, but it gives him a sort of Wierd-Al feel when trying to do Metallica.
Now they're gonna have to port NetBSD to an earthworm to maintain their "most portable" title. I can see it now:
A badger? Hah! That's no challenge - it's got a full sized brain! NetBSD doesn't need all that power - we can run on an earthworm and like it!
Alternately, they can try running it on our politicians if they want a real challenge. Imagine a Beowulf cluster of congress critters... on a good day they might equal a pocket calculator! Imagine the budget wonders we would see.
"I object to doing things that computers can do." -- Olin Shivers, lispers.org
No, I'm sure you mean:
"The *other* license and registration, please..."
Those who can, do. Those who can't, consult.
Tried the SpiritInTheSky external ethernet adapter instead of the Duppy Card. Problem is that it didn't leave enough room for the cold cathode tube. Yet, the cat5e dragging from its,.. well, only allows for a limited range of 325 feet.
Anyone who can install anything on a live badger and live to tell about it has my admiration.
That's why I always follow this procedure:
1: Kill badger
2: Procede as per dead badger
3: ???
KFG
Ok, living in your mom's basement posting from a dead badger running Linux might just be the only thing worse than homelessness. You poor thing.
Saying Java is nice because it works on all OS's is like saying that anal sex is nice because it works on all genders.
Triv
What? Where do you think we get our release codenames? :P
Ha, ha, ...ha
Maybe funny if come randomly across. Maybe not when the editor tells us: Look at this and laugh.
Maybe.
Badgers? ... BADGERS?!...
.....
...
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We don't need no stinking BADGERS!!!
They must not know what badgers eat.
I'm a signature virus. Please copy me to your signature so I can replicate.
If I had the power to slap a +5 Insightful on this, I would. But I see you have a handle on the kinds of posts those are reserved for.
I submitted a story days ago about how a study from the American Association of Pediatrians linked television to A.D.D., CNN and the other networks even picked it up... would have made a great story here. But no... let's install Linux in a mythical dead badger... That's not funny. It's not even pathetic. How about the ./ editors submit a story on the drugs they're taking when they review submissions?
As if the original Flash bit weren't surreal enough... what were these guys THINKING!?!?
Will this work with a wooden badger?
They run FreeBSD.
According to this, badgers don't eat Linux installations.
Make the dead frogs legs twitch
Ok then?
The badger may not stink after installation, but the story did - from beginning to end.
Unleash the fury of a mighty Slashdotting, if only to prevent others from wasting their time reading it.
Do it for all of us. Do it for the children!
"thats what I say to any story about installing linux on anything"
I don't mind the "installing Linux on something unusual" bit, it's the lack of anything like "... then we wrote this app that takes special advantage of this hardware." Installing Linux on a dead badger is lame, installing Linux on a dead badger and programming it to chase my sister would be cool, though.
"Derp de derp."
... if we installed BSD instead? After all, dead things should go with dead things :p
Founder of Mirror Moon - Tsukihime Game Trans
Good thing that's a badger... Why? 'Cause if that were a dead polecat, I'd have to trash the place.
An eye for an eye... leaves the whole world blind.
and it will be glorious...when your pet dies, revive it by installing Linux, as long as you have the right materials. Infinite uptime, as long as you keep it well fed (even Linux computers crash when they lose power).
If we were ants living on a Rubik's cube, differential geometry would be a little more confusing.
re-tarded, you are
Must-not-watch TV!
"Agreed. This has to rank up there as the single most fucking retarded story Slashdot has ever posted."
I just hope nobody makes any root jokes about the dead badger. Ick.
"Derp de derp."
I don't even have to say it...
WARNING: there is a trojan on your
Tux was always so innocent in my eyes. He's like a nice wholesome character you can get all your friends to worship. I had no idea he was a necrophile.
Learn something new.
-->note to self, leave the racoons alone.....
Maybe. But wait till someone mods a badger with extra fans, neon and water coolers! It will be like a live badger - nobody would be able to tell the difference.
I remembered reading this on Everything 2 and immediately thought she'd stolen it straight from there. The thief! But no, it just looks like the same author decided to post it on a website a few months afterwards.
There was a point here somewhere..
Apparently Mr. McBride installed a copy of SCO Linux on him.
"Linux isn't dead, it just smells that way"
(Kenny's my pet badger.)
-- There is no spoon. Only fork.
While many people might find it a waste of time, I do find the concept to be interesting from a cybernetic point of view. Of course, if the components could be smaller and more covert, and a camera connected to its eyes, that badger might be useful for surveillance, tracking and even spying. Perhaps something like this could be done on a more intelligent being. It would be interesting to see AI and natural intelligence coexist in the same brain.
When I was in college, several of my hallmates installed an alarm clock in a dead squirrel. Said squirrel was left on my hall by a guy's hall, so we kindly returned it with an alarm clock set to go off at 3:00AM. Didn't think it possible, but yes, a girl's hall grossed out a bunch of guys with our fusion of road kill and electronics.
Eagles may soar, but weasles don't get sucked into jet engines...
This might have been funnier 6 days ago...
Badgers?
BADGERS?
We don't NEED no stinking (linux) BADGERS!
Dumb joke and obviously a stupid copy-paste job from an expensive writer since the very editor could have done the job more gracefully.
/. so we can't just cross our arms and live on, so at least let's slashdot a screenshot shall we? hehehe
But this is
have fun!
The worst part about this article is that some moron is going to try it.
Chicken fried butter sticks? Do
... does it run Linux?
Now, seriously, where do you plug the power cord?
main(char O){O++&&(((O-291)*O+27788)*O-868020?1:putchar(O++
for installing Linux in Paris Hilton (Debian because of lack of processing power). Hopefully they make a video about it and post it on the internet.
I know you are psychotic, but please make an effort.
You will find this site interesting:
...not many animals left for new O'Reilly books.
Images in the Public Domain... The Badger.
Great! Now I can finally make myself a Bear-Wolf cluster.
I had a success installing Mandrake 8.1 on a (living) chestnut tree, but it got hacked via a platform-specific Root exploit.
I have been a user for about 10 years. This ends Feb 2014. The site's been ruined. I'm off. Dice, FU
Now I understand how Google's pigeon cluster works...
-Deep
these comments prove that the readers of slashrot have no capacity for sensing humor at all!
From the slightly-ahead-of-its-time dept
So are you saying that in the future linux will be often installed on a dead badger?
-Colin
Gives new meaning to the term "Boot up"
Time flies like an arrow, fruit flies like a banana.
To have a right to do a thing is not at all the same as to be right in doing it
Linux is now more widely ported than NetBSD (the previous "ridiculously ported" OS).
Note that NetBSD *maintains* more ports in their distro than any single Linux distro maintainer (a lot of Linux ports are maintained just for a particular platform), so if you want a single distro that will build and run on the most CPUs, NetBSD is still ahead, but if you count specialized ports like ucLinux (for embedded systems) and all the crazy Linux ports out there, Linux has been ported to an absolutely insane number of devices.
If you can buy it or build it and it uses electrons, you can probably run Linux on it.
May we never see th
Ya can't bloody install linux on a bloody dead badger!!! It's passed on. This badger is no more. It has ceased to be. It's expired and gone to meet its maker. This is a late badger. It's a stiff. Bereft of life, it rests in peace. If you hadn't tried to install bleedin' linux on it, it would be pushing up the daisies. It's rung down the curtain and joined the choir invisible. This is an ex-badger!
Genda
At least, with the badger being striped already, you dont have to worry about installing a RAID card.
If you try to fail and succeed, which have you done?
now I am tired..
...and he grinned, like a fox eating shit out of a wire brush.
I've always wondered why the only popular uses of Flash that spread via word-of-mouth are horrifically awful.
Badger, Badger, Mushroom.
All Your Base.
Hamster Dance.
Singing Rats
Strong Bad is marginally better quality, but it's still hardly on par with a lot of good animation out there.
What the *hell* is wrong with the human psyche?
Maybe it's just an exhaustion with polished, glitzy, perfect, tweaked-by-marketroids stuff. Adult Swim has to do so well for *some* reason...
May we never see th
Badger badger badger badger, Linux, Linux!
Sorry
I am NOT a number! I am a - oh wait, I'm number 761710. Look! 761710!
http://science.slashdot.org/article.pl?sid=04/04/0 5/148247
fear is the mind killer
The joke might have been almost funny if it was about installing Linux on OxDEADBEEF.
Sadly, a dead badger contains a g and an r, making it uneligible for hexadecimal, although it is dead beef in a way.
Maybe someone with more imagination than me can actually make a real joke out of "installing Linux on 0xdeadbeef".
I'm still trying to figure out what people mean by 'social skills' here.
just wait til they dupe it on friday
By and large, language is a tool for concealing the truth. -- George Carlin
Didn't you hear? That's the process to get past the particularly restrictive firmware.
tasks(723) drafts(105) languages(484) examples(29106)
They could actually be doing this to live rats, does that count? US researchers are poised to carry out the first tests of a silicon chip designed to replace a damaged part of the brain, New Scientist says. The implant aims to stand in for the hippocampus, part of the forebrain that is vital for storing long-term memories, it says. It will shortly be tested on tissue from rats' brains, then on live rats and laboratory monkeys, and if all goes well could one day be used for people who face memory loss due to Alzheimer's disease, epilepsy or a stroke. The prosthesis mimics the way the hippocampus encodes experiences before sending them to be stored elsewhere in the brain as long-term memories, according to the report, published in next Saturday's issue of the British science weekly. To make the chip, the team first sliced up sections of rat hippocampus, and stimulated these slices with electrical signals. They did this millions of times over until they could be sure which electrical input produced a corresponding output.
I find it hilarious that this is ranked +4 Insightful :)
"Hey, you're a moron!!"
"Hmmm, that's insightful. Can you elaborate?"
Script-kiddie != Geek.
Script-Kiddie = loser.
I am the Alpha and the Omega-3
Tux was always so innocent in my eyes. He's like a nice wholesome character you can get all your friends to worship. I had no idea he was a necrophile.
Don't blame Tux- he was sacrificed by Linus in a bizarre pagan^h^h^h^h^hpenguin ritual in the mid-1990s. Nowadays, Linus and senior figures in the Linux community use Tux's corpse in photographs, as a front for their sick activities.
Ever wondered why all pictures of Tux are the same pose? Simple. It's a stuffed penguin corpse. For the variants where (eg) Tux is holding a mobile phone and a briefcase, they place the phone in the corpse's hand and the briefcase in front of him.
As I understand it, a Hollywood dramatisation of these events is in the final stages of production;
Christopher Lee is Linus Torvalds in "Weekend at Tux's".
"Slashdot - News and Chat Sites Deviant". (Click "homepage" link above for details).
Only explanation I can think of for this utterly useless story.
TheHustler
http://www.elmarko.org/ - Useless bilge
http://www.asylum-games.co.uk/ - Co-Founder
I'm not that thrilled about it either, to be perfectly honest. I'm more of a BSD badger.
How utterly sence-of-humorless
Hello. My name is Inigo Montoya. You killed my badger. Prepare to die.
You guys are in trouble now....
...PETA'D
There is another term more powerful than Slashdotted'd...
Why do we have to be subjected to this nonsense..
Just me
I remember doing anatomy pratical in 1st year medicine with the slow and careful dissection of a human corpse. It now seems so obvious to me not install a motherboard, CPU, HD etc etc. And then put Linux on to it.
;)
Mind you at the time of doing my Anatomy class Linux was just been born. Could have put on MS Windows and invented the 1st human borg.
Dimsdale!
Installing Linux on a Badger is tricky 'coz there's not much room inside, but it's possible to sneak it inside.
Agreed. This has to rank up there as the single most fucking retarded story Slashdot has ever posted.
It's more useful for us to be warned of the dangers of carelessly installing Linux on zombie creatures, than it was for us to be warned about Fake Monkey Automata.
While on the subject of badgers.
-- Having a Creationist Museum is like having an Atheist place of worship
Nine out of ten Slashdot readers can't tell the difference between a computer and a dead badger.
(Obscure Monty Python reference)
Badgers...
Badgers???
We don't *need* no stinking badgers!!!
All your badger are belong to us!
Another site with silly Flash cartoons worth looking at is http://www.rathergood.com/. I like the one where they turn Destiny's child into a bunch of kittens from Northern England.
>What the *hell* is wrong with the human psyche?
>Maybe it's just an exhaustion with polished, glitzy, perfect, tweaked-by-marketroids stuff.
The nature of the Internet means that it's possible for people to publish things themselves without any interference from the cultural equivalent of the powers that be. When writing a book, TV programme or a film, the authour does not have the means to get it out into the world, and they do that through publishers/producers. These publishers are very picky about what goes out, and if they don't see mass appeal, they reject the submission. This has the result that they also end up dictating culture, because we're so used to seeing what does not get rejected that we end up thinking of it as normal, and in extreme circumstances, we actually like this mass-produced entertainment.
When publishing a web-page, all you have to do is upload your material to a web-server, and spread the URL around. There is nobody to dictate what can or cannot be published. All of a sudden, authours get into te habit of going straight from brain to output without the interference of the cultural police. This results in things that look very un-orthodox, but appeal to some people in ways that mainstream culture could not possibly appeal. As the Internet grows, people's minds will be expanded by the greater variety of art out there, and finally be free, and who knows, these free minds may someday overthrow our cultural overlords.
I mean really....
Ewe!
http://homepages.nildram.co.uk/~blagger/the_duel.h tml
In fact, with this fantastic website, you can easily publish any installation manual you like.
JeR
No it isn't. "Tire" is a verb meaning "to become worn out". A rubber thingy on the outside of a wheel is a tyre. With a y.
When the Pilgrim Fathers set sail for the New World they probably had more important things to think about than remembering to pack a dictionary. But in 2004 there is no excuse anymore. Either learn to spell properly or invent your own language {like the Welsh did so we don't have to speak to them}.
how about installing linux on a dead penguin? wouldn't that be more appropriate?
I saw the actual thread on the body building website a couple weeks ago. Amazing how quickly these things spread.
a rpg (as in rpg-7) is ruchnoy protivotankoviy granatomet - that is russian for "portable antitank grenade launcher"
it is not a rocket propelled grenade.
btw ak-47 is waaay obsolete and was replaced with akm in the early 1950s.
Conservatism: The fear that somewhere, somehow, someone you think is your inferior is being treated as your equal.
You know you just guaranteed it, don't you?
Against stupidity, the gods themselves contend in vain.
I think that both Michael and Elysdir need to get a lot of fucking sleep.
When a badger dies, be you geek or not, you put him in the ground, not in the Linux community. Perverts.
mandrake mandraaaake! mandrake, ah mandraaake!
for those of you staring blankly at your screens wondering where the hell all this came from, please behold badgerbadgerbadger.com
i wonder if weebl can be convinced to do a third badger flash where they have shell prompts, and in some scenes can be seen gnawing on 'clippy'...
In Soviet Redmond, software programs you!
In the iPod article, I made the comment about "iPod now, garage door opener next."
Little did I know....
The FSF advocates releasing libraries under the GPL, not the LGPL, so the idea that a widget set "should" be released under the LGPL is debateable at best.
The only purpose of the LGPL is to allow code to be exploited for non-free software. Why should Linux developers want that? If they did, we wouldn't have the kernel taint system, and the kernel and its drivers would be LGPL.
GCHQ Quantum Insert installed. If only our tongues were made of glass, how much more careful we would be when we speak
ok... so my stuff gets rejects when its seems somewhat usefull and yet this gets on slashdot... there is no justice.
presmike
...just what we need, more zombie processes...
"Perhaps if we installed Linux in a large, wooden badger...." -- Sir Bedevere
If the badger isn't responding correctly, you may need to make some configuration adjustments via Telnet; instructions are in the VuDu manual.
First thing you need to do is install SSH and get rid of telnet.
"..but will it run Linux?"
I'm not normally an irrational zealous dickhead, but I figure "When in Rome..."
And then, hanging his head in shame, he goes back to his cubicle, posts the same joke on Slashdot and gets modded +5, Funny.
Dead? BSD!
No big accomplishment there... even the lamest joke can be +5 -- all it takes is 3 or 4 similarly humor-impared individuals with mod points.
Why is it that the proponents of "one nation under God" are so eager to get rid of "liberty and justice for all"?
Happy April fools day everyone.....wait what do you mean that was days ago....but slashdot only posts stories like this on April fools day....the calander must be wrong.
McBride! McBride!
(Apologies to any snakes in the audience.)
But this supposedly most retarded story got a lot of comments. Pointless as it is, it drew a lot of peeps in, even you.
Dogma - "let's just say we'd like to avoid any empirical entanglements."
Now when I watch that little animation, the fist thing that comes to mind is a Beowulf cluster.
can be done on commodity varmits like possums or even deer (if you need more expansion capability.)
Badgers are difficult to handle premortem, especially if they think you might plans for them postmortem.
In short, "Badgers...Badgers...We don't need no stinking badgers!!"
In this case, I believe the proper term would be "rigorware".
By the way, it might be a good idea to be careful where you locate the ethernet jack...
save these guys a little bandwidth if you can: get your badgering fools through freecache.org
mushroom mushroom.......
XML is like violence. If it doesn't solve the problem, use more.
How shocking that no one put up the link to the inspiration for this article!
http://badgerbadgerbadger.com
Remember on April 1st, the badgers were all zombies...
I mean really that's just stupid. They really will post any story that has anything remotely to do with linux.
Besides, when I tried it on a rare species from China, I had to recomplie the kernel and even then half the drivers didn't work.
IMO the best browser game ever http://wittyrpg.com
1: Kill badger
2: Procede as per dead badger
3: ???
4: profit!
fortune is my favourite linux command
(Sorry, couldnt refuse.)
Why is the badger dead? Must be from the SNAKES A SNAKE OHHHHH A SNAKE..
Shoot, I'm waiting for someone to install a live badger in Darl's ass!
Slow down, cowboy! It has been 4 hours since you last posted. You must wait another few hours.
See:
5 48 6&lastnode_id=736506
http://www.everything2.com/index.pl?node_id=151
So yell at the writer for being a hoser.
Your writer snaked the entire article from E2 and changed up a few things, but its obvious its the same write up. And he/she didn't even give credit.
Everything from the installation requirements to the "boot incantation" is the same.
Also this isnt very funny.
I'm pretty sure that's the wors-- No, I'm positive that's the worst SCO joke to date.
After building and testing the nano-ATX cube with Red Hack, the Socialist Democratic Martian Peoples Party official Linux distribution, Mpleorgy carfully sets it into the brain pan of the dead OoOolongo, the Martian equivilent of a badger.
After making his connections and sealing them he boots.
The badger twitches and opens it's eyes reveiling saphire blue marbles of color.
"But Linux doesn't do BSOD, why BSOD?"
The badger replies.
"Gotcha"
I'd go on a Vegan diet but the delivery time from Vega is too long. --brownkitty
I know, I'm too late for anyone to actually *read* this. But it must be pointed out that you will *not* need to use flea shampoo on a dead badger. Fleas need a live host. As soon as the host dies, the flea looks for another warm-blooded host.
How the flea is likely to behave when its original host is re-animated, however, might be up for debate.
Stressed? Me? Of course not. Stress is what a rubber band feels before it breaks, silly.
'nuff said!
I want to see linux installed on beowulf...not the cluster...the mythical hero
Badgers!? We don't need no stinkin badgers!
Intestines work great for keeping your cables together. Check ebay for some used badgers. They make great conduits.
I meant anything other than a pc (stupid things that dont need linux like an ipod or gamecube) No need for the insults there guys
reading back, the thing that I thought was an insult, was not
I stopped reading the article and went in search of the Vudu distro, only to come back to it 10 minutes later to continue reading and realize it was made by germans in jamaca
[Soviet Russia,] Where Linux installs the badger in you!
Badgerbadgerbadger.com is in fact running Linux. However, Weebls-stuff.com is running FreeDeadOS.
So we have all three search terms: dead, badgers, and Linux!
You mean this Mushroom Mushroom?
Actually, Netcraft confirms badger Flash site runs FreeBSD.
You might want to learn about What Badgers Eat
What the fuck is this? Who let this go by? Oh, Michael, right. The last bastion of stupid, worthless information. Why is there a penguin there? The foot should be the icon for this thing. Unreal. Worst story ever on /. Can anyone find one worse?
[sig] 10 + 10 = 100 [/sig]
the author is from my town... which is strange (not as strange as the story!), since badgers just don't pop up much around here. If she writes about installing Linux in a dead skunk or very large squirrel, then she may have something. ;)
I'd have a personalized plate on my car, but "toxic bachelor" won't fit into 7 letters.
The problem with licenses like the BSD license is that they set up an extremely slanted playing field, where commercial software can take what it likes from the free software world, but the reverse is not true. That's not fair competition at all, that's leeching.
I didn't say the BSD license (though I *still* think trying to force people not to use the BSD license in *their* software by leveraging the strategic position *you* managed to get your software to occupy is irritating and not a good justification). Use any license that isn't GPL-compatible -- it doesn't have to allow commercial use of the code, even. Use pine's, if you like.
The Qt licensing doesn't stop anyone from being able to write non-open-source software. It just means that if they want to use TrollTech's work to do so, they have to pay money in return. Seems reasonable to me--why the hell should TrollTech subsidize the development costs for a purely commercial piece of software that they won't be able to use, learn from, or distribute?
Personally, I *don't* think it's a great idea to have people making the primary widget set on Linux, the standard C library, or the X11 libraries commercial, but they *can* make money doing so, even if it requires them to do by selling good (but optional) dev tools for Qt.
Look, at that point, TrollTech becomes a big impediment to the use of Linux. *Microsoft* doesn't try to charge every person that wants to release a closed-source Windows application a tax on doing so. TrollTech is trying to do *exactly* that.
Take all that closed-source work. (Or, now that I think of it, probably stuff for internal use only but that you want to disallow other people in your company from distributing to other people, both within and without the company -- it's a good bet that restrictions on redistribution would be a violation of the GPL.) All of a sudden, TrollTech gets money from everyone writing Linux GUI software software that uses some random license. That's not cool, and it's not healthy for Linux.
When have TrollTech ever threatened the open source community?
A big *sword* over my head isn't a vocal threat, it's just something that sooner or later is going to negatively impact me. A change in market dynamics to where anyone not using the GPL is paying a fee *hurts Linux* as a viable platform. TrollTech very clearly has a business based off of leveraging this.
It's the commercial leech community they threaten.
All closed-source software is not "leech"ing from the open source community. Is Quake, Quake 2, and Carmack's other work "leeching" from the FLOSS community, in the years before he GPLed it and did Linux releases? I certainly don't think so. But if he wanted to include GUI config support using the *standard widget set* that everything else on the platform is using, he is forced to pay the "TrollTech tax". You can't tell me that it's not a negative thing for Linux to be so profoundly influenced by a company with that degree of control.
The GNOME project could have done what so many other GNU projects have done--made an open-source clone of a "proprietary" library.
People have -- GNOME didn't like some of the technical decisions made in the production of Qt, and went with a newer approach, so GNOME chose not to do so. There was a group that did a Qt implementation called Harmony, but it isn't feasible for them to keep up with Qt, which is a large API, just as it isn't feasible for the WINE people to keep up with Windows (and the same argument "well, if you don't like it, just reimplement it" is equally invalid -- the position they occupy, just as the position Microsoft occupies, is a severe barrier to others.
May we never see th
... substitute a dead armadillo. It has the added advantage of being already ruggedized.
o_O
so. . . um Darl is really Schrodinger's cat?
that might explain why he's so angry.
"Napalm is nature's toothpaste" - Chef Brian
umm. stupid.
-- The box said Windows 2000 or better... so I installed Linux
Some people can't afford Windows, so they install Linux.
Who can't afford 0.00$ for Windows?
~~
Well, I did have a similar experience personally once. I hooked up with this little blonde KKG slut at one of my frat's exchanges, and went back to her place after drinkingan unfathomable amount of booze. After pounding the stuffing out of her WHILE her roommate and some dreadlocked monkey the roommate brought home were passed out in the other bed, I woke up desperately needing to take a monster leak. I couldn't find her keys, and she was still passed out. I didn't want to get locked out of her room buck nekked, so I pissed in her closet.
All your posts are so lame.
Wow... I guess everyone has an issue they're really passionate about...
This was written by Lucy-S on www.everything2.com on January 25th of this year. This article is from April 5th of this year and sites no sources, looks like pure plaguerism to me. Lovely. Link to the ORIGINAL: http://everything2.com/index.pl?node_id=1515486&la stnode_id=124
Badger badger badger badger badger badger badger,
Linux, Linux, Badger badger badger badger badger
badger badger, SCO, Oh SCO, It's SCO.
Really sorry
Disclaimer: If I disagree with you I'm probably trolling...
The author forgot to mention that in Louisiana you need a license for a zombie badger.
too bad I can't us my collection of "fair" condition badgers
free speach
Did you mean: free speech
Nifty idea, but without pictures (not just illustrations) it doesn't really get any bonus points.
But a better idea to mind where you place the power jack.. *zzzt*
Read; Write; Execute
sco's on shrooms! sco's on shrooms!
Um - no. It's definitely "tyre", at least around here.
What a long, strange trip it's been.
Thanks for the insightful mod. I think I'll steal that joke from whoever modded me insightful.
riding round the world on an old motorcycle
Wake me up when someone installs a Linux in an alive/dead Darl's ass.
Hmmm... Kinda tricky that... finding an asses ass!
The U.S. really needs an English to Wisdom dictionary.
Mushroom! Mushroom! Dude, forget linux -- if you can stop the badger song from playing in my head, you get the Nobel. (a Snake! a Snake!)
If you'd gotten the chronological order right and attacked the post that was actually redundant you might have made a good point.