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Richard Stallman Falls Ill At Conference
itwbennett writes "Stallman, 59, was speaking at the North Campus of the Polytechnic University of Cataluna when he started to feel ill and called for a doctor. It was originally reported in the Spanish press that Stallman was hypertensive, but it is not yet known what his eventual health status was, just that he left the building later under his own power." He is apparently okay and any significant confirmed updates will be posted here.
Sounds like he is going to GNU/Hell
I hope no one gave him a parrot.
Richard Stallman Falls the 3rd is?
Isn't it wonderful that a a capital I looks like a small L? It adds a little 'puzzle element' whilst reading therefore adding more spice to life.
Why OpalCalc is the best Windows calc
Do you really hold the "first post" to such high standards on the internet?
Maybe he forgot to bathe.
- Zav - Imagine a Beowulf cluster of insensitive clods...
"I am skeptical of the claim that voluntarily pedophilia harms children. The arguments that it causes harm seem to be based on cases which aren't voluntary, which are then stretched by parents who are horrified by the idea that their little baby is maturing." - June 2006
That was just a big misunderstanding. He thought he was talking about people who really like feet.
He probably has GNUmonia.
Don't you mean barbra? tom is a lady now, please call him by his new name.
See Article 134 of the United States Military Code of Justice. Military officers are still tried and prosecuted for adultery - there have been cases in the last few years.
Bruce Perens.
Everyone here that posts has an agenda to put forward.
So, what is your agenda?
He fell GNU/ill
Except GIMP. GIMP is by far the easiest tool to use in its genre of software. It is amazing how many people left Photoshop in droves with this last release that gave us the advanced technology of the single window interface.
"When life gives you lemons, don't make lemonade. Make life take the lemons back!" -- Cave Johnson
The agent comes into the room, closing the door behind them, and walks up to the front of the room. There is a large desk, and behind it is a large chair, turned to face the window.
The agent stops in front of the desk and waits. "Reporting, sir."
The chair does not move, but a voice comes from the unseen occupant. "Is it done?"
"Yes sir." The agent stands stock still, as several laser dots play over his chest, head and groin. "I mixed the first half of the binary agent in the bottled water at the hotel. No one else should be affected."
"I see. And the second half?"
"I placed that on the end of his underarm deodorant." The agent smiled at his own ingenuity.
There was a sigh from the chair. "Ah. I suppose that explains it, then."
"Sir?"
The chair slowly turned around. It was bright outside, so the occupant was lit from behind, and impossible to see. "He's alive. He's currently at the hospital and doing well."
The agent fidgeted. "Sir, I.." One of the lasers came close to his eyeball, giving him pause.
"He is a geek, agent. Geeks do not use deodorant. Or soap, for that matter." There was a soft clicking of buttons on a phone console being pressed.
"Begging your pardon sir, but you do." All of the laser dots jumped, as if shocked. In the shadowed chair, a pair of Giorgio Armani glasses gleamed in utter silence.
"Indeed I do." There were a few more soft taps, then a final tap, and the laser sights on the agent began to wink out. "Fair enough, agent. Good try, at least. And good recovery."
"Thank you, sir." The agent let his breath out slowly.
"Yes, I like to think I learned a few things from Steve, before he died." The chair began to turn again. "The receptionist will have your payment. We'll have use for you again, I'm sure."
The agent nodded. "Thank you, sir." He turned sharply on his heel and left the room, closing the door behind him. At the desk, the chair slowly turned to face the Redmond skyline.
"Another time, Richard."
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Having a low UID does not mean you have anything meaningful to say.
A case in point.