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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.)"
Eat my ass.
When will Slashdot post true stories again?
eat my commanded taco, jo m0mm4
Installing Linux on Michael's dick.
I am not sure that most distros could fit on something that small and flacid.
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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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.
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?
Oh shut the fuck up willya. If you don't like the stories on Slashdot, then fuck off somewhere else, you retarted piece of shit asshole.
Ever heard of lurkers, assfuck?
Dude, wanna hear a fucked up story? So, Im at the usual weekend frat parties and i've been talking to this girl for the majority of the night. Anyway I ended up going back with her to her dorm. About another 8shots later, we end up fooling around on her bed. So about 10 mins into her giving me head, I had to drop the fattest shit in my life. All my meals were followed by 3tsp of metamucil so I could get lots of fiber in me to combat the carbs a litte. Anyway im holdin my #2 in and finally it goes away. We both end up passing out on her bed, she's butt naked and im in my boxers. I wake up to piss and I find myself covered in shit. It was all over the bed,sheets,etc.... Im freakin out so I did the most horrible thing in the world. She's sleeping with her back towards me, so I take my boxers off, scoop up some shit and gently smear it on the inside of her butt, her lower back, and a little on the back of her hammies. I get dressed and leave... This poor girl is gonna think she did it. I didn't know what else to do though. I have no clue what im gonna do when I end up running into her.
That story is full of $hit (pun intended). /. and have us actually believe they let you in a frat party. And then to make things less believable, you hooked up with a girl. That's just an out right lie.
First of all, how can you be posting on
(And not to mention the fact that I've heard that story before, and it it belongs on Snopes.com as a myth).
(a) I'm actually in a frat.
(b) Not that I need to be to get laid by a girl, which I did just last week.
(c) It's actually taken from a post on bodybuilding.com from late last month which there is no particular reason to disbelieve, so I think your "I've heard that story before" line is the myth here.
I heard that SpiritintheSky cards are made by a church controlled interest. They are planning to release a new firmware upgrade, 10.1, that will prevent the use of SpiritintheSky cards in re-animation. Origninally the re-animation preventing code was scheduled for 8.2 when somebody used a SpiritintheSky card and a server to re-animate thousands of rats and flooded a local sewer system. Development was delayed when certain OS companies patched their code to prevent this sort of sploit. The 10.1 upgrade is supposed to allow for a twenty percent reduction in SIN (Search Integration with Numerology) time but I.M.H.O. if it prevents re-animation then it's not worth the price of the ride.
I saw the actual thread on the body building website a couple weeks ago. Amazing how quickly these things spread.