Linux Compatibility With VR Goggles?
WorldWarCheese writes "Many's the time I wish I had a little more mobility or comfort with my computer. Laptops are OK, but anyone interested can see right onto my screen; and a laptop doesn't quite have that 'cool' factor that VR goggles / headsets do. The problem is, whenever I've looked at the options, Linux compatibility is not mentioned. Is there a VR headset out there that is compatible with Ubuntu? If not, what could I do to make it compatible, and how feasible would that be?"
...they do nothing!
Congratulations, your half-way to becoming the newest member of the Borg collective! Just need a machine suit and a bunch of implants, and the transition to your new life is complete. :D
doesn't quite have that 'cool' factor that VR goggles / headsets do
That word.
I do not think it means what you think it means.
Your name is Kent Mcclure... I may remember you from such Slashdot stories as "Jobs Not Giving This Year's Macworld Keynote" and "How Do I Manage Seasoned Programmers?"
With the caveat that people might still be able to see what you are doing just by looking at you.
We geeks thing wearing a HMD is 'cool', most everybody else things you're a dork.
So in other words it changes nothing.
VR/Goggles or not, People will still know you are watching pr0n...
All those students get turned into cybermen using implants bought with the cash though. Kevin Warwick is an evil, evil man.
echo -e 'global _start\n _start:\n mov eax, 2\n int 80h\n jmp _start' > a.asm; nasm a.asm -f elf; ld a.o -o a;
You can probably get the goggles working fine, the problem is finding content for them.
You mean the prospect of being able to do ls -lf in glorious 3-D color isn't sufficiently enticing?
Village idiot in some extremely smart villages.
This adds a whole new dimension to the "schizophrenic or Bluetooth" game, watching people frantically waving their arms and ducking and peeking around nothing, mumbling "My files... where the %$#* are my FILES?"
Information wants to be free.
Entertainment wants to be paid.
You just want to be cheap.
Not an issue here, as long as the dimensions of Mom's basement exceed those.
This adds a whole new dimension to the "schizophrenic or Bluetooth" game, watching people frantically waving their arms and ducking and peeking around nothing, mumbling "My files... where the %$#* are my FILES?"
You just discribed the average day at my office,