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Could IBM Shake up the Search Engine World?
overshoot writes "IBM has just tossed a bucket of chum into the whole search showdown, which Microsoft thought was between them and Google. Apparently, IBM Research has developed a 'key facts' search technology (as distinct from 'key words') over the last several years. Now they're going public with it -- by putting it on SourceForge under an OSS license!" (According to the article, it's expected to show up on SourceForge by the end of this year, not immediately.)
WOOT! Damn...too slow
The ASFR (American Schools For Retards) has successfully trained its mentally challenged students to successfully use doors. Crapby, the Redmond district principal, answered our interviewer's questions.
Interviewer: So Mr. Crapby, tell us how you managed to accomplish the amazing feat.
Crapby: It wasn't easy, our students are pretty dumb. The last few months had almost NO success.
Interviewer: Could you tell us what happened during those last few months?
Crapby: The retards just kept slamming their bodies into the doors, without stopping. We showed them how to do it over and over, but they just kept slamming into the door!
Interviewer: So what made this month different?
Crapby: Well, I finally had an idea to get rid of the doors with the turn handles and replace them with push doors. So the retards could slam into the door and it would open!
Interviewer: Amazing!! Well we're done interviewing.
For those of you who don't know what the ASFR does or if it exists we'll tell you!
The ASFR attempts to educate extremely mentally challenged retards.Their schools exist in Oregon and Washington. To learn more visit their webpage: ASFR Homepage.
as in freedom, not free as in beer.
Man, oh man! Butt-lickn' karma whoren' good!
"Who are in control, they are not in control of anything - they don't even control themselves!" - Glen Beck
KDeskserach?
...in the next KDE :D
KDeskfinder?
Koogle?
Kahoo?
I can picture it now...you coming up the stairs from the basement, chin on your chest, hands in your pockets, weeping softly.
"Mom..dad...I have to tell you something."
Your father puts down his pipe and looks concerned. "Yes, son? What is it?"
Never have you had such difficulty telling them something. Even the four times you came out of the closet were easier than this. You swallow hard and look up at them.
"Well...I tried to get first post...on slashdot...but...," you stammer "but I...I FAIL IT!"
You hear your mother's sharp intake of breath. Your father leaps to his feet, rage and confusion in his eyes.
"I HAVE NO SON!" he screams, pounding his fist into his chest. Your mother bursts into tears.
Later, in the basement, you taste cold steel and oil as you slide your father's revolver into your mouth...