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Microsoft Expects 1 Billion Windows Users by 2010
prostoalex writes "The head of Microsoft Windows client division claimed there will be 1 billion Windows users by 2010, while nowadays there are 600 million of them, Microsoft-Watch reports. 35% of Microsoft's enterprise customers are still running Windows 9x and they are ripe for upgrade. Currently Microsoft's desktop PC market share is at 96%, with the closest rival - MacOS from Apple Computer - being installed on 2.8% of the desktops."
A loooong way
My photo's.
first?
This idiot has ruined more lives than busloads of murderers.
Put him on death row. Kill the motherfucker.
Godwin's coming for your ass.
all the geeks here at Slashdot would of had hot steamy sex, including me.
No, sorry, not including you-- girls don't fuck geeks who say "would of." It's "would HAVE," you fucking moron.
Malda Commands HER Taco every night.
He had been called for the past few hours, the burning in his arm now becoming overwhelming. It had begun sometime shortly after supper, the pain tingling almost gently as the Mark began to darken. While he knew that the Dark Lord never liked to wait, he did have several duties of his own to deal with here, papers to grade, potions to decant, before he would allow himself the dubious pleasure of Apparating to his side. He let it grow until it was almost unbearable before he exited his office, journeying into his private quarters. Throwing open the doors of his armoire, he placed the heavy black cloth of his Death Eater's robes around his shoulders, leaning over to pick up the black lacquer box nestled on the bottom that contained his silver mask. Opening the box and removing the mask that lay inside, he tucked the item under his arm before leaving his chambers again, moving quickly through his office to the corridor outside. Turning to the left, he exited, moving down the silent dungeon hallway until he came to a dead end.
The wall that faced him was covered ceiling to floor in an idyllic painting of a forest scene, the trees bright with their fall foliage. Normally, it would be riotously busy with the activities of its inhabitants, fawns drinking peacefully at the small lake, birds singing among the trees, nymphs and satyrs cavorting lustfully in the background. Now it lay quiet, save for the hoots of a few owls and the snores of its naked inhabitants, sprawled across some fallen logs painted into the foreground. Not something he would have personally chosen as the entrance to a passageway to the Forbidden Forest, but it had been here since the time of Salazar, lecher that he was.
Drawing the cloak a little more tightly around him to ward against the chill of the upcoming corridor, he issued the password at the sleeping painting.
"Saga Vipera."
A loud snore from a particularly comely nymph that lay strewn rather indecently was his only reply. Growing increasingly annoyed at the ridiculous piece of artwork he began tapping forcefully right above her head.
"What do you want?" she slurred, voice husky with sleep. She hadn't even bothered looking up at him, instead choosing to remain face down on the piece of wood.
"What do I want?" he sneered, one eyebrow stretched upwards so far it seemed to reach his hairline. "Saga Vipera, you waste of canvas."
"Enter," she drawled back at him as the painting swung open to reveal a staircase. As he past by, he heard that particular loud snore again, and consequently slammed the doorway shut more loudly then he was usually wont to do.
Moving up the slightly damp staircase, he reached his desired destination at the edge of grounds, the precipice of the Forbidden Forest. Slipping on the silver mask and gripping his left forearm tightly, he Apparated away to the location the Dark Lord had been calling him to since supper.
******
Apparating brought him into a large room that looked to be someone's library, the high wooden shelves full of various tomes of arcane magic both Light and Dark. At the far end directly across from him sat a pair of overstuffed leather chairs. They looked to be comfortable enough, especially when one was engrossed with a good book in front of a roaring fire on a cool evening. There was no fire now.
"Severus, my child, so glad you could join us," the Dark Lord rasped, his voice drawing out the s in his name. "I have quite the evening planned for us tonight, I think you will enjoy it a great deal." Removing himself from his chair, Voldemort turned, moving toward the front of the room, to stand directly before Snape.
"Forgive me, my Lord, for my truancy," Snape began, averting his eyes and kneeling before Voldemort. Reaching across to kiss the hem of the Dark Lord's robe, he continued, "the old fool kept me late tonight, no doubt suspecting I had other, more enjoyable, matters to attend to."
"No doubt, Severus, no doubt." Reaching down to clasp Snape's face between hi
yuk. or is it phewww?
there'll be no more need for any/more phonIE billyonerrors as the lights come up.
consult with/trust in yOUR creators... main processors for the universe since/until forever. see you there?