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Linux 3.12 Codenamed "Suicidal Squirrel"
First time accepted submitter noahfecks writes "After the Linux 3.11 kernel was codenamed 'Linux for Workgroups' in memory of Microsoft Windows for Workgroups 3.11, Linus Torvalds is using 'Suicidal Squirrel' as the Linux 3.12 kernel codename." Seems only fitting. (The list of kernel names should reflect this soon.)
I was driving my tank off a range, when a squirrel ran out in front of us. We weren't going fast, so it took us a while to catch it. It zigzagged back and forth, and finally ran off the trail. At the last second, it dove back under our track. We then warned everyone to watch out for suicidal squirrels.
Bah, why 'say' "trigger warning" when we could just have an XML-based, machine readable, semantic tagging mechanism for trigger warnings? Clearly a superior solution.
Is driving a tank as fun as it looks?
I agree. Now I'm annoyed after having to read yet another corny "alliterative animal" codename and will probably remain in a bad mood all day. Would've been nice to have a warning.
I, for one, am looking forward to the inevitable
No, that would be Linux 3.14.15926535897... oh, did I exhaust the length of the minor version number register?
Even when the experts all agree, they may well be mistaken. --- Bertrand Russell.
It mostly started with 2.6.x (there were only a couple prior to that with names). A few highlights:
2.6.17-rc6–2.6.17– Crazed Snow-Weasel
2.6.18–2.6.19– Avast! A bilge rat!
2.6.20-rc2–2.6.20– Homicidal Dwarf Hamster
2.6.22-rc3–2.6.22-rc4 Jeff Thinks I Should Change This, But To What?
2.6.23-rc7–2.6.23–2.6.24– Arr Matey! A Hairy Bilge Rat!
stable: 2.6.24.1– Err Metey! A Heury Beelge-a Ret!
2.6.25-rc2–2.6.25– Funky Weasel is Jiggy wit it
2.6.34-rc5-2.6.34–2.6.35 Sheep on Meth
stable: 3.9.6– Black Squirrel Wakeup Call
Full List: http://en.wikipedia.org/wiki/List_of_Linux_kernel_names
Why on earth would you be telling your boss the CODENAME of the KERNEL of the distro you would be pitching, are you brain damaged or something?
If you're going to compare codename to codename, then you should have been trying to sell them "Microsoft Whistler", not "Windows XP Professional".
It's just a code name. Is something like windows longhorn that much better?
Also, no enterprise distro is going to announce they are using suicidal squirrel, so I doubt the boss will see it.
Or sheep on meth.
Oh, same thing.
There are two types of people in the world: Those who crave closure
Onion Headline from 2002: "Road-Kill Squirrel Remembered as Frantic, Indecisive"
Evil Mutant Attack Squirrel of Death
I never dreamed that slowly cruising on my motorcycle through a residential neighborhood could be so incredibly dangerous! Little did I suspect....
I was on Brice Street- a very nice neighborhood with perfect lawns and slow traffic. As I passed an oncoming car, a brown furry missile shot out from under it and tumbled to a stop immediately in front of me. It was a squirrel, and must have been trying to run across the road when it encountered the car. I really was not going very fast, but there was no time to brake or avoid it- it was that close.
I hate to run over animals, and I really hate it on a motorcycle, but a squirrel should pose no danger to me. I barely had time to brace for the impact.
Animal lovers never fear- squirrels, I discovered, can take care of themselves! Inches before impact, the squirrel flipped to his feet. He was standing on his hind legs and facing my oncoming Valkyrie with steadfast resolve in his beady little eyes. His mouth opened, and at the last possible second, he screamed and leaped! I am pretty sure the scream was squirrel for, “ BANZAI!” or maybe, “Die, you gravy-sucking heathen scum!” The leap was nothing short of spectacular...
He shot straight up, flew over my windshield and impacted me squarely on the chest. Instantly, the set upon me. If I did not know better, I would have sworn he had brought 20 of his little buddies along for the attack. Snarling, hissing and tearing at my clothes, he was a frenzy of activity. As I was dressed only in alight t-shirt, summer riding gloves, and jeans this was a bit of a cause for concern. This furry little tornado was doing some damage!
Picture a large man on a huge black and chrome cruiser, dressed in jeans and a t-shirt, puttering at maybe 25 mph down a quiet residential street, and in the fight of his life with a squirrel. And losing... I grabbed at him with my left hand. After a few misses, I finally managed to snag his tail. With all my strength I flung the evil rodent off to the left of the bike, almost running into the right curb as I recoiled from the throw.
That should have done it. The matter should have ended right there. It really should have. The squirrel could have sailed into one of the pristine kept yards and gone on about his business, and I could have headed home. But, this was no ordinary squirrel. This was not even an ordinary angry squirrel.
This was an EVIL MUTANT ATTACK SQUIRREL OF DEATH!!
Somehow, he caught my gloved finger with one of his little hands and, with the force of the throw, swung around and with a resounding thump and considerable impact landed squarely on my back. There he resumed his rather anti-social and extremely distracting activities. He also managed to take my left glove with him! The situation had not improved. Not improved at all.
His attacks were continuing, and now I could not reach him. I was startled, to say the least. The combination of the force of the throw, only having one hand (the throttle hand) on the handlebars, and my jerking back unfortunately put a healthy twist through my right hand into the throttle. A healthy twist on the throttle of a Valkyrie can only have one result: TORQUE. This is what the Valkyrie is made form and she is very, very good at it. The engine roared and the front wheel left the pavement.
The squirrel screamed in anger.
The Valkyrie screamed in ecstasy.
I just plain screamed.
Now picture a large man on an huge black and chrome cruiser, dressed in jeans, a slightly squirrel-torn t-shirt, wearing only one leather glove, and roaring at maybe 50 mph and rapidly accelerating down a quiet residential street on one wheel, with a demonic squirrel of death on his back. The man and the squirrel are both screaming bloody murder. With the sudden acceleration, I was forced to put my other hand back on the handlebars to try to get control of the bike.
This was leaving the mutant squirrel to his own devices, but I really did not want to cras
I was hoping for a Novell Netware reference. No one else remember 3.12? None of your remote server support in those days!
Moore's law is not a law. Theory, yes; Predictable trend, certainly; Law, no.
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Next time be sure to add a backslash at the beginning of your commute.