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Microsoft Giving SMB2 Talks At SambaXP
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 :-)."
Why is Microsoft giving talks about Super Mario Bros. 2? That game is YEARS old. I don't think anyone even plays it anymore.
"I'm a humble person really,
I'm actually much greater than I think I am"
So, for those of who can't attend, will there be some sort of webcast or what? In particular, I'm interested in what 'SMB2' will do that (RFC-compliant) NFSv4 won't.
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You nerds love it.
but i would prefer SMB3. it was the true lord of the SMB series.
If people can get past, can they get future? Best way to confuse a stoner
Dude, SMB2 came out 1988! It was the cover game for the first issue of Nintendo Power!
More seriously, I hope they'll be made to release protocol information on a free license.
Hail Eris, full of mischief...
E pluribus sanguinem
There's three threads on that already. You can reply to those if you must. We don't need any more.
From the outside, it looks like a company that hates you was dragged kicking and screaming to come and help?talk to you
"Thanks for all the money you paid to us. We've used it to buy off ISO among other things" -Microsoft
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.
Yeah, that's the point really. It's *fun* :-). And also everyone is being very nice :-).
Jeremy.
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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
I never played that game, heard it was really swell. Wasn't the purpose of the game that you had to run your puppet from one end of the screen to the other, while at the same time jumping up and down to score points.
Wow, those were the times...
Oh, you were annoyed by it ? I am sorry to hear that.
What do NESticle, FCE Ultra, and other NES emulators have to do with Need For Speed?
Especially as there are way enough other meanings for SMB. "Self Mating Beam", for example, should be good for some more MS-related jokes...