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Microsoft Giving SMB2 Talks At SambaXP

Posted by kdawson on from the pinch-me dept.

Jeremy Allison - Sam writes "I'm not much for writing blog entries, but I thought Slashdot readers might like to know that Microsoft architects and testers are attending SambaXP and have been giving some wonderful talks on how the protocol document testing works, and on the design of SMB2 in order to work well on WAN links. Really interesting technical stuff. Pinch me, I'm back in 1994 and things are really fun again :-)."

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  1. nostalgic by OrochimaruVoldemort · · Score: 0, Offtopic

    but i would prefer SMB3. it was the true lord of the SMB series.

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    1. Re:nostalgic by Creepy+Crawler · · Score: 1, Offtopic

      Thats because the US SMB2 was not a "Mario" game. It was a rebadged game called "Doki Doki Panic".

      The FDS game images exist on the net, as japanese reading comprehension needed is nil. And as expected, Doki is tougher.

      Here's a link of differences along with the rom link here. No US SMB2 rom to compare. That'd be illegal :P

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  2. SMB2... by Rhaban · · Score: 0, Offtopic

    I came here thinking I could post an easy Mario Bros joke, but it seems a gazillion Sexdecillion other /. readers thought the same, so i'll just go with a Dassault Super Mystere B2 instead.

  3. SMB protocol discussion by Anonymous Coward · · Score: -1, Offtopic

    A few years ago, while browsing around the library downtown, I
    had to take a piss. As I entered the john a big beautiful all-American
    football hero type, about twenty-five, came out of one of the booths.
    I stood at the urinal looking at him out of the corner of my eye as he
    washed his hands. He didn't once look at me. He was "straight" and
    married - and in any case I was sure I wouldn't have a chance with
    him.

    As soon as he left I darted into the booth he'd vacated,
    hoping there might be a lingering smell of shit and even a seat still
    warm from his sturdy young ass. I found not only the smell but the
    shit itself. He'd forgotten to flush. And what a treasure he had left
    behind. Three or four beautiful specimens floated in the bowl. It
    apparently had been a fairly dry, constipated shit, for all were fat,
    stiff, and ruggedly textured. The real prize was a great feast of turd
    - a nine inch gastrointestinal triumph as thick as a man's wrist.

    I knelt before the bowl, inhaling the rich brown fragrance and
    wondered if I should obey the impulse building up inside me. I'd
    always been a heavy rimmer and had lapped up more than one little
    clump of shit, but that had been just an inevitable part of eating ass
    and not an end in itself. Of course I'd had jerk-off fantasies of
    devouring great loads of it (what rimmer hasn't), but I had never done
    it. Now, here I was, confronted with the most beautiful five-pound
    turd I'd ever feasted my eyes on, a sausage fit to star in any fantasy
    and one I knew to have been hatched from the asshole of the world's
    handsomest young stud.

    Why not? I plucked it from the bowl, holding it with both
    hands to keep it from breaking. I lifted it to my nose. It smelled
    like rich, ripe limburger (horrid, but thrilling), yet had the
    consistency of cheddar. What is cheese anyway but milk turning to shit
    without the benefit of a digestive tract?

    I gave it a lick and found that it tasted better then it
    smelled. I've found since then that shit nearly almost does.

    I hesitated no longer. I shoved the fucking thing as far into
    my mouth as I could get it and sucked on it like a big brown cock,
    beating my meat like a madman. I wanted to completely engulf it and
    bit off a large chunk, flooding my mouth with the intense, bittersweet
    flavor. To my delight I found that while the water in the bowl had
    chilled the outside of the turd, it was still warm inside. As I chewed
    I discovered that it was filled with hard little bits of something I
    soon identified as peanuts. He hadn't chewed them carefully and they'd
    passed through his body virtually unchanged. I ate it greedily,
    sending lump after peanutty lump sliding scratchily down my throat. My
    only regret was the donor of this feast wasn't there to wash it down
    with his piss.

    I soon reached a terrific climax. I caught my cum in the
    cupped palm of my hand and drank it down. Believe me, there is no more
    delightful combination of flavors than the hot sweetness of cum with
    the rich bitterness of shit.

    Afterwards I was sorry that I hadn't made it last longer. But
    then I realized that I still had a lot of fun in store for me. There
    was still a clutch of virile turds left in the bowl. I tenderly fished
    them out, rolled them into my handkerchief, and stashed them in my
    briefcase. In the week to come I found all kinds of ways to eat the
    shit without bolting it right down. Once eaten it's gone forever
    unless you want to filch it third hand out of your own asshole. Not an
    unreasonable recourse in moments of des