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Ubuntu Touch Mobile OS Now Maintained By UBports (phoronix.com)
An anonymous reader quotes Phoronix:
UBports continues to be the leading community project for trying to let Ubuntu Touch live on and evolve under their direction... Among their recent achievements were acquiring more sponsors, all devices that were sold with Ubuntu Touch can now run with UBports' builds, they are working on their own version of Mozilla's AGPS Location Service to replace Canonical's GPS system, the Halium OS platform continues evolving, the Dekko email client is back under development, installation improvements are being worked on, they are still striving for Wayland support, and more.
The UBports Patreon page has even raised enough to allow UBports founder Marius Gripsgard to work full-time on what they're calling "a beautiful, free and open-source mobile OS." Their recent community update announced that "we are seeing more activity on Ubuntu Touch than for a very long time, and that is really encouraging."
The UBports Patreon page has even raised enough to allow UBports founder Marius Gripsgard to work full-time on what they're calling "a beautiful, free and open-source mobile OS." Their recent community update announced that "we are seeing more activity on Ubuntu Touch than for a very long time, and that is really encouraging."
As someone who uses Ubuntu Touch, I'm very happy to see the UBports project picking up momentum. They're doing good work on porting the OS to new devices and it looks like they are cooperating with the Yunit project to keep the Unity 8 interface alive.
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I'm so sick of this SOB. Empeach this asshole NOW.
All in all, it hadn't been a good day. Bad traffic, a malfunctioning computer, incompetent coworkers and a sore back all made me a seething cauldron of rage. But more importantly for this story, it had been over forty-eight hours since I'd last taken a dump. I'd tried to jumpstart the process, beginning my day with a bowl of bowel-cleansing fiber cereal, following it with six cups of coffee at work, and adding a bean-laden lunch at Taco Bell. As I was returning home from work, my insides let me know with subtle rumbles and the emission of the occasional tiny fart that Big Things would be happening soon. Alas, I had to stop at the mall to pick up an order for my wife. I completed this task, and as I was walking past the stores on my way backto the car, I noticed a large sale sign proclaiming, "Everything Must Go!" This was prophetic, for my colon informed me with a sudden violent cramp and a wet, squeaky fart that everything was indeed about to go. I hurried to the mall bathrooms. I surveyed the five stalls, which I have numbered 0 through 4 (I write a lot of software) for your convenience:
0.Occupied.
1.Clean, but Bathroom Protocol forbids its use, as it's next to the occupied one.
2.Poo on seat.
3.Poo and toilet paper in bowl, unidentifiable liquid splattered on seat.
4.No toilet paper, no stall door, unidentifiable sticky object near base of
toilet.
Clearly, it had to be Stall ..1. I trudged back, entered, dropped trou and sat down. I'm normally a fairly Shameful Sh1tter. I wasn't happy about being next to the occupied stall, but Big Things were afoot.
I was just getting ready to bear down when all of a sudden the sweet sounds of Beethoven came from next door, followed by a fumbling, and then the sound of a voice answering the ringing phone. As usual for a cell phone conversation, the voice was exactly 8 dB louder than it needed to be. Out of Shameful habit, my sphincter slammed shut. The inane conversation went on and on. Mr. Sh1tter was blathering to Mrs. Sh1tter about the sh1tty day he had. I sat there, cramping and miserable, waiting for him to finish. As the loud conversation dragged on, I became angrier and angrier, thinking that I, too, had a crappy day, but I was too polite to yak about in public. My bowels let me know in no uncertain terms that if I didn't get crapping soon, my day would be getting even crappier.
Finally my anger reached a point that overcame Shamefulness. I no longer cared. I gripped the toilet paper holder with one hand, braced my other hand against the side of the stall, and pushed with all my might. I was rewarded with a fart of colossal magnitude -- a cross between the sound of someone ripping a very wet bed sheet in half and of plywood being torn off a wall. The sound gradually transitioned into a heavily modulated low-RPM tone, not unlike someone firing up a Harley. I managed to hit the resonance frequency of the stall, and it shook gently.
Once my @ss cheeks stopped flapping in the breeze, three things became apparent:
(1) The next-door conversation had ceased;
(2) my colon's continued seizing indicated that there was more to come; and
(3) the bathroom was now beset by a horrible, eldritch stench.
It was as if a gateway to Hell had been opened. The foul miasma quickly made its way underthe stall and began choking my poop-mate. This initial "herald" fart had ended his conversation in mid-sentence.
"Oh my God," I heard him utter, following it with suppressed sounds of choking, and then, "No, baby, that wasn't me (cough, gag), you could hear that (gag)??"
Now there was no stopping me. I pushed for all I was worth. I could swear that in the resulting cacophony of rips, squirts, splashes, poots, and blasts, I was actually lifted slightly off the pot. The amount of stuff in me was incredible. It sprayed against the bowl with tremendous force. Later, in surveying the damage, I'd see that liquid poop had actually managed to
ricochet out of the bowl and run down the side on to the floor.
So, do you gape then lower onto the pineapple? If your coffee table is made of glass, you should set up a webcam below it. That would really make for some great Bikini Bottom pineapple gaping ass-fuck action.
No no no, pron sites are full of gaping ass action already, I can't stand that shit anymore.
I want to know how Ubuntu Touch can help
So you're the extroverted asshole who has to shit *right next me* when the rest of the stalls are empty?
What brand of fiber cereal do you buy? I've been eating Cracklin' Oat Bran and it works pretty well, producing clean well-formed shits with the consistency of Boudin sausage. But it has the nasty side effect of generating the stinkiest burning farts you can imagine. I've learned to live with the smell, but these things are so hot when they leave my ass that they actually burn the rim of my sphynxster.
So, I'm in the market for a new brand of cereal. What brand(s) seem to work best for you?
Your Friend,
Tim Cook
But I can't buy any of the supported devices here locally anymore.
I do have one of the listed devices they are working on, but they don't have any expectation when it will be available.
While a situation where a closed source OS is abandoned such as Surface tablets running Windows RT.
This example shows how Canonical abandoning the tablets, while sad, doesn't mean it's over. If there is a will to keep supporting these devices and make more, the software is still there to work with and improve instead of being lost.
Cool story, bro.
The thing is with mobile is that it relies heavily on apps to survive. Nobody much developed for Ubuntu Mobile and so it died. Well not exactly died I guess, but close enough.
From a practical point of view the final result is the same: both OS are dead. Nobody will ship anything with this joke of OS and you won't be able to install it anywhere because of the lack of drivers.
UT is dead, get over it.
Very funny. Read from an ubuntu touch device. :)