Don't be so hard on Bruce; he has a medical condition which makes it impossible for him to type. See, he can't touch-type, and every time that he looks down at the keys, the keyboard is swept off the desk by the arc of his mighty chin. So it's much easier for him to conduct interviews by phone -- using a specially-modified Nokia, of course.
Slashdot likes Enlightment and the whole mess of other useless XFree86 GUI toys. Slasdot also likes MacOS X. Plenty of absolutely useless graphical gimmicks (i.e. fully transparent terminals with anti-aliased text shadows), but we rejoiced when it was released.
But when some Windows-weenie slaps together a VB control in five minutes to do the same thing in Win2k, the readers get all bitchy and start complaining about how "useless" it all is. Well, duh. But why didn't you complain about MacOS X's uselessness too?
I object to this story, too, but for a completely different reason: this isn't news. Windows 2000 has always had the ability to display transparent and translucent forms. Windows 2000 can do a whole load of other useless things with forms, too. Ask any Delphi developer -- I can't stand Delphi myself, but a lot of my friends use it -- and he'll show you dynamic desktop magnification and a bunch of other demos that the development suite comes with. It's not news. It may be news to Slashdot's "We only use Windows for games, and Quicktime, and word processing, and financial apps, and graphics work, and email, and web surfing -- but we use Linux for writing Perl scripts, so we're hackers, right?" loser crew, but it's not news to anyone else.
The.com extention should be intended for non-localized sites, not the american site (are we too good for our own extention)?
Oh, please. The World Wide Web was originally a US government system, paid for by the taxes of US citizens. That's why everything is "biased" towards the US, mmmkay? Get over it.
If you don't like it, why not create your own internetwork and your own DNS? I'm sure that the urotrash^H^H^H^H^Hpean Solidarity Movement -- you know, the shadowy foppish uro-cabal behind such bright ideas as the uro, the urofighter, and Canada -- already has one planned, and it's probably based on.NETbeui. *snicker*
(Of course, every time that someone brings this up, the International Nonsense Moderation Squad mods him into oblivion. I'm prepared.)
Years ago, I used to work as a geek lackey at a well-known [civilian] military news service. Our buddies at Naval command hooked us up with a big, thick book filled with hundreds of thousands of miliary acronyms. If you think that the technolgy industry overuses acronyms, you'd get a kick out of this book -- deciphering acronyms made of acronyms made of acronyms will often leave you doubting the sanity of the government. (Of course, if you weren't doubting it already, I doubt your sanity.)
The military and the defense industry also have some wonderful jargon. My favorite example, often seen in sales brochures, is "ruggedized." A "ruggedized" object is an object which has been made rugged.
Anyway, I can guarantee that MRE already stands for at least ten other things, probably only half of which are common among all four major branches. The public is only most aware of the "Meal Ready to Eat" definition because of the publicity that that particular crap received during Desert Storm.
The problem is that most of these "simulations" are crap. Simulating a ground war, especially in an urban environment with a civilian population, is impossible given today's technology. The results merely test whether you've memorized protocol.
Flight simulation is successful because the cockpit is a limited environment anyway; you have a set of controls, a restricted viewing area, and a relatively low number of possible situational variables. The stress of real conflict will still be missing, but you don't have to worry about the enemy ducking into a building, or having to carry a wounded squad member, or having your overtaxed weapon seize. But even flight simulation often degenerates into a protocol exam, because pilots are so highly-trained to begin with that much of what they practice in simulation has already been learned in the classroom and in the cockpit.
But I digress. My point is that if simulation cannot accurately simulate, it doesn't matter if it's less costly. Real excercises, while not perfect, are always more realistic, and if your soldiers are 1% more prepared for The Real Thing than the investment is justified.
When I was a young boy, I awoke every morning to the delicious smell of penis. My father and his boyfriend's vegetarian health store contained within it a hot griddle perfect for making penis, anus, and a multitude of other stinky snacks. I remember them well -- The pleasant, care-free days of my childhood in the dojo were often spent peering into the kitchen with eager anticipation as my father prepared penis my family.
As I grew older, and began my journey to homosexual enlightenment, the memories of my penis-eating youth filled my heart and dreams with warm, fluffy goodness....Ahhh, yes..the sweet, sweet memories... The day I ate 10 penises... The day I placed a warm penis between my fleshy loins and performed the forbidden dance... The day pressed a penis to my buttocks and encouraged my dog to come eat.. Indeed, much of my childhood was spent in pure innocence -- An innocence only penis can provide. It was heaven. A heaven, filled with penis, where I sat at the throne of God, with my hand-maidens Rob Malda and Jeff Bates seated beside me. An indestructible triumvirate made of flesh, blood, semen, and love.
By the age of 15, the path of my life became unclear and confusing. Torn between my duty my health club and my love for penis, I foolishly left home in search of karaguchi ah-nowakadesu..The ultimate penis. My journey took me to the many streets of LA, many days away from the health club. My hunger for penis became my teacher, and foolishly I let it control the path that I fucked upon. My mouth, sore from sucking, ached as my heart and stomach did, until I came to a realization. My duty was clear. I needed to take a stand and accept my love for the art of vegetarian cuisine AND my love for penis. It was not wrong for me to love both. I love one as a dear friend, and one as a lover. Yes--My mission was clear--I must become a faggot, a secret pervert hired by Sarcasta BUT I MUST ALSO ENJOY THE OCCASIONAL penis.
My adoration for genetalia has placed me within an awkward position. Many faggots refuse to recognize me as their brother. I defend my father's land, but I am looked upon as weak and undisciplined. I tell them, "But, brothers! Listen to my plea! The penises do not weaken me, nor do they make me disobey the rule of my vegeables. They fill me with love." But alas, they do not understand...For the mind of a faggot is complex.
My only earthly desire is to be accepted for who I am. Yes, I am a FAGGOT--But I also enjoy penis. Will you accept me? If you were approached by a faggot who requested a penis, would you submit to his will?
LOL... that scene confuses the hell out of me. I mean, what pretense did he (Prez) have for grabbing Raiden's crotch if he (Prez) assumed Raiden was a chick?
Oh, wait. If Clinton taught us anything, it's that the President doesn't need an excuse...:-)
I found Raiden to be highly amusing. Go back and listen to the dialogue... Raiden is hilarious. His style is something like this:
Character: "Raiden, it's being controlled by the Patriots."
Raiden: "The Patriots?"
Character: "Yes. They have a new system called Arsenal Gear."
Raiden: "Arsenal Gear?"
Character: "You can find the President in Shell 1 Core."
Raiden: "Shell 1 Core?"
... and so on...
It's so predictable after a while... and Raiden is such a twerp. He's the Robin to Snake's Batman. Don't you love how for the first half of the Big Shell stage he radios back to the commander after every single event?
Raiden: "Yeah, I'm in. Now I'm going up the elevator. Now I'm going down some stairs. Hey, there's a solider! Now I'm going through a door. Ouch, wedgie..."
That sort of bothered me, actually, until the end of the game -- it was almost as if, because of all the introductory gameplay instruction, that the Big Shell should be played first, but it makes sense once you board Arsenal Gear and all that crazy shit starts happening ("Raiden, turn off the console! And Rose is cheating on you!"), and you realize that they're trying to convey the message of a "simulation of a simulation."
Cornball animé?:-) Let me guess, your sole exposure to Japanese animation is through such *ahem* works as Pokemon and DBZ, right? They don't count, sorry. Watch Shinseiki Evangelion, Serial Experiments Lain, and Cowboy Bebop -- then come back and talk about cornballs.
Your lack of experience is apparent. Dubs can so fully pervert animé that the resulting work is shameful. If being subjected to dubbed Evangelion doesn't make you want to kill yourself... well, I'm sorry, but you just aren't a fan. I'm not even one of the elitists, I am just love these series and movies so dearly that the corruption of dubbing breaks my heart.
It's mostly an American problem. As an American, I am sad to say that American studios just don't understand animé. Watch any of the sad attempts to create domestic series/movies, or play one of the growing number of hateful animé-knockoff games (i.e. Oni). Excuse me, I have to go now, I don't want to vomit on my keyboard.
The crime of dubbing isn't restricted to animé alone. I love French cinema, but I'll walk out of a movie that turns out to be an English dub. Voice actors can never capture the the spirit, cadence, or emotion of the original actors. Dub actors usually work without any contact with the original director. The end result isn't always trash, but it's never the same movie afterwards.
Have you seen the German blockbuster Lola Rennt? Well, if you saw it dubbed, then you haven't really seen it. A movie's aural experience is just as important as its visual experience, and if you think that American dubbing is an acceptable substitute, then you're insane.
It went even farther than that: McFarlane Toys was commissioned to create MGS2 action figures, and three figures (Raiden, Ocelot, and Fortune I think) were "secret" until the game's release. McFarlane's website hasn't been updated yet, so you can still see the "obfuscated" toys.
I've been looking forward to MGS2 for over a year, but I don't read gaming sites, and I purposely avoid potential spoilers, so I was indeed surprised when Raiden entered the scene. It's almost as if Snake were just there in the first level for publicity.:-)
As mentioned in my earlier post, the lack of closure at the end of MGS2 leads us to suspect that there will be a third game in which Liquid/Ocelot is finally disposed of. Hopefully Snake will return to prominence for MGS3.
The dialogue still bites, but it's head and shoulders above the original MGS.
Am I the only one who really missed the original Japanese soundtrack, as heard in the demo?
<rant>When I watch foreign films I watch the subtitled versions, because American voice actors (whom I loathe with a passion so dark that it was recently featured in Vibe) have this annoying habit of destroying the directors' original visions. This phenomenon is most easily seen in Japanese animation. American voice actors seem to think that "animation" == "cartoons for kids" and squawk accordingly. Ugh. Dubs rank even more highly on my list of animé pet peeves than "newbie latecomer DBZ-dumbass wannabes" like Malda^H^H^H^H^Hsome people we know.</rant>
Dubbed movies are a blasphemous joke, and dubbed games are as well. It's times like this that I seriously consider learning Japanese so that I can play imports.
It's funny -- I didn't play the original MGS very much, but after finishing MGS2, I started a new MGS game. Wow, it sure gives you a good perspective on how much the industry has advanced. Not that MGS isn't a good game... but the gaming systems are practically identical, so playing the two back-to-back really lets you compare the PSX's and PS2's respective capabilities. The sense of "depth" afforded by the PS2's lighting engine is probably the biggest factor, after the sharpness of the polygons, of course.
Hey, wouldn't it be really cool if you discovered that Act 2 (Raiden on the Big Shell) turned out just to be a Patriots simulation designed to create soldiers of the same caliber as Solid Snake? Oh, wait, I forgot -- I've already beaten the game, and that is the secret revealed at the end. I suppose you shouldn't have read that if you don't like spoilers.
:-)
Actually, I beat the game twice. In four days. First playtime was 16:50, second was 7:02. I can say without a doubt that MGS2 is the greatest game that I've ever played, but it was also the most disappointing. After the final fight with Solidus, when Raiden is talking with Snake about hunting down Liquid/Ocelot, didn't you expect a third act in which control returns to Snake and Liquid is finally vanquished? Man, was I pissed when the credits started rolling. After leaving the plot so open-ended, Kojima better sure as hell start working on Metal Gear Solid 3: Come On and Die Already! ASAP. I know that he's eager to get to work on other projects, but the MGS2 ending was a crime.
Anyway, it's a bit short, but you won't regret spending the $53.00. You may be thinking, "If it's so short, why not just rent it?" But don't think that. Pony up the cash, boys -- we need to seriously encourage development of games like this. Imagine, a game that actually lived up to (and surpassed, IMHO) a year of hype! And it really is worth replaying a second time. I didn't find the SOCOM silencer or AK-47 silencer until my second game. Also, there are several "easter egg"-type amusements the second time through -- such as the Marines not wearing pants when you're snapping photos of Metal Gear Ray.
Oops. I just can't keep my spoiling mouth shut.
Everyone knows that MGS2 is being ported to Xbox, right? That sort of pisses me off... PS2 needs as many "exclusive" games like MGS2 as possible. Microsoft is already playing that game, after all; no matter how much crack Mac users smoke, they will never see Halo on MacOS. But I suppose that the grand self-delusion is a pretty fun game unto itself, eh mates?
Not that I have anything against either Microsoft or the Xbox... I just don't like to think that I wasted my money on the PS2. And if all the sweet PS2 games are ported to Xbox, I'll think that.:-) Maybe Square will be reasonable and stay loyal to Sony... if FFX is ported to Xbox, I may have to start abusing animals again.
Oh, and this is completely offtopic, but someone at a local import video game store told me that GTA3 has been effectively "banned" in the US... something about the publisher stopping production after some moronic kid bragged to his mom about the glorification of petty crime that this wonderful game showcases. (I really don't understand this -- GTA3 is rated "Mature," so how did the kid get the game in the first place? Talk about total parental failure! Idiots don't pay attention to ratings and then start bitching about their lack of awareness when their kids are scarred for life? This is why I'm in favor of mandarory abortions delivered via Mossberg 12-gauges. Uh, did I say that out loud?) I can't find anything about this on the web yet.
Speaking as someone who masturbates frequently enough to have obtained an honorary doctorate in it, I'd like to mention why IE is the superior porn browser. Are you running Windows 2000? Okay, good. Open an Explorer window, go to the View menu, and select Thumbnails. Now, thumbnails will be dynamically generated for all images in your currently-viewed directory. I have a lot of porn saved on my disks -- over 1.5GB -- so even with my excellent directory structure (categorized by race, number of participants, and insertion types), it can take a while to locate that perfect images to bring yourself to orgasm with. Explorer/IE's "thumbnail" feature has revoltionized my masturbation experience, by allowing me to quickly analyze and navigate picture series -- with one hand. Explorer/IE will even show you the first frame of AVIs and MPEGs on the sidebar with the "preview" function!
Now you can visually scan directories -- for that perfect Akira Fubuki cumshot, Anna Nicole Smith softcore clip, or nasty nekkid ebony hoe playing with vegetables -- simply by using the arrow keys, Return, and Backspace.
In order to enjoy a comparable masturbation experience with Linux, you must use a combination of Electric Eyes (for thumbnail browsing) and Netscape (for image viewing). Oftentimes, you will even have to use both hands to get the process started -- very inconvenient. Add in the fact that UNIX-like systems don't function very well with widespread use of spaces in directory names, and you have all the makings of an extremely poor monkey spanking.
Hey, let's get a MacOS user in on this. TRoLLaXoR, does MacOS provide easy thumbnail image navigation like Windows?
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People have been trying to do this for years. Leave it to the Japanese to succeed first!
Don't be so hard on Bruce; he has a medical condition which makes it impossible for him to type. See, he can't touch-type, and every time that he looks down at the keys, the keyboard is swept off the desk by the arc of his mighty chin. So it's much easier for him to conduct interviews by phone -- using a specially-modified Nokia, of course.
But when some Windows-weenie slaps together a VB control in five minutes to do the same thing in Win2k, the readers get all bitchy and start complaining about how "useless" it all is. Well, duh. But why didn't you complain about MacOS X's uselessness too?
I object to this story, too, but for a completely different reason: this isn't news. Windows 2000 has always had the ability to display transparent and translucent forms. Windows 2000 can do a whole load of other useless things with forms, too. Ask any Delphi developer -- I can't stand Delphi myself, but a lot of my friends use it -- and he'll show you dynamic desktop magnification and a bunch of other demos that the development suite comes with. It's not news. It may be news to Slashdot's "We only use Windows for games, and Quicktime, and word processing, and financial apps, and graphics work, and email, and web surfing -- but we use Linux for writing Perl scripts, so we're hackers, right?" loser crew, but it's not news to anyone else.
If you don't like it, why not create your own internetwork and your own DNS? I'm sure that the urotrash^H^H^H^H^Hpean Solidarity Movement -- you know, the shadowy foppish uro-cabal behind such bright ideas as the uro, the urofighter, and Canada -- already has one planned, and it's probably based on .NETbeui. *snicker*
(Of course, every time that someone brings this up, the International Nonsense Moderation Squad mods him into oblivion. I'm prepared.)
The military and the defense industry also have some wonderful jargon. My favorite example, often seen in sales brochures, is "ruggedized." A "ruggedized" object is an object which has been made rugged.
Anyway, I can guarantee that MRE already stands for at least ten other things, probably only half of which are common among all four major branches. The public is only most aware of the "Meal Ready to Eat" definition because of the publicity that that particular crap received during Desert Storm.
Flight simulation is successful because the cockpit is a limited environment anyway; you have a set of controls, a restricted viewing area, and a relatively low number of possible situational variables. The stress of real conflict will still be missing, but you don't have to worry about the enemy ducking into a building, or having to carry a wounded squad member, or having your overtaxed weapon seize. But even flight simulation often degenerates into a protocol exam, because pilots are so highly-trained to begin with that much of what they practice in simulation has already been learned in the classroom and in the cockpit.
But I digress. My point is that if simulation cannot accurately simulate, it doesn't matter if it's less costly. Real excercises, while not perfect, are always more realistic, and if your soldiers are 1% more prepared for The Real Thing than the investment is justified.
When I was a young boy, I awoke every morning to the delicious smell of penis. My father and his boyfriend's vegetarian health store contained within it a hot griddle perfect for making penis, anus, and a multitude of other stinky snacks. I remember them well -- The pleasant, care-free days of my childhood in the dojo were often spent peering into the kitchen with eager anticipation as my father prepared penis my family.
As I grew older, and began my journey to homosexual enlightenment, the memories of my penis-eating youth filled my heart and dreams with warm, fluffy goodness....Ahhh, yes..the sweet, sweet memories... The day I ate 10 penises... The day I placed a warm penis between my fleshy loins and performed the forbidden dance... The day pressed a penis to my buttocks and encouraged my dog to come eat.. Indeed, much of my childhood was spent in pure innocence -- An innocence only penis can provide. It was heaven. A heaven, filled with penis, where I sat at the throne of God, with my hand-maidens Rob Malda and Jeff Bates seated beside me. An indestructible triumvirate made of flesh, blood, semen, and love.
By the age of 15, the path of my life became unclear and confusing. Torn between my duty my health club and my love for penis, I foolishly left home in search of karaguchi ah-nowakadesu..The ultimate penis. My journey took me to the many streets of LA, many days away from the health club. My hunger for penis became my teacher, and foolishly I let it control the path that I fucked upon. My mouth, sore from sucking, ached as my heart and stomach did, until I came to a realization. My duty was clear. I needed to take a stand and accept my love for the art of vegetarian cuisine AND my love for penis. It was not wrong for me to love both. I love one as a dear friend, and one as a lover. Yes--My mission was clear--I must become a faggot, a secret pervert hired by Sarcasta BUT I MUST ALSO ENJOY THE OCCASIONAL penis.
My adoration for genetalia has placed me within an awkward position. Many faggots refuse to recognize me as their brother. I defend my father's land, but I am looked upon as weak and undisciplined. I tell them, "But, brothers! Listen to my plea! The penises do not weaken me, nor do they make me disobey the rule of my vegeables. They fill me with love." But alas, they do not understand...For the mind of a faggot is complex.
My only earthly desire is to be accepted for who I am. Yes, I am a FAGGOT--But I also enjoy penis. Will you accept me? If you were approached by a faggot who requested a penis, would you submit to his will?
- A Penis-Eatin' Faggot
Whiplash is plenty funny, if it happens to someone else.
Oh, wait. If Clinton taught us anything, it's that the President doesn't need an excuse... :-)
Sorry to reply to myself, but I found an earlier, but much more in-depth interview on the same website. Mandatory reading for the fans.
I'm sure it won't hurt them that much. Raiden wil be very popular among the female demographic that actually believes Rurouni Kenjin is heterosexual.
Your lack of experience is apparent. Dubs can so fully pervert animé that the resulting work is shameful. If being subjected to dubbed Evangelion doesn't make you want to kill yourself... well, I'm sorry, but you just aren't a fan. I'm not even one of the elitists, I am just love these series and movies so dearly that the corruption of dubbing breaks my heart.
It's mostly an American problem. As an American, I am sad to say that American studios just don't understand animé. Watch any of the sad attempts to create domestic series/movies, or play one of the growing number of hateful animé-knockoff games (i.e. Oni). Excuse me, I have to go now, I don't want to vomit on my keyboard.
The crime of dubbing isn't restricted to animé alone. I love French cinema, but I'll walk out of a movie that turns out to be an English dub. Voice actors can never capture the the spirit, cadence, or emotion of the original actors. Dub actors usually work without any contact with the original director. The end result isn't always trash, but it's never the same movie afterwards.
Have you seen the German blockbuster Lola Rennt? Well, if you saw it dubbed, then you haven't really seen it. A movie's aural experience is just as important as its visual experience, and if you think that American dubbing is an acceptable substitute, then you're insane.
I've been looking forward to MGS2 for over a year, but I don't read gaming sites, and I purposely avoid potential spoilers, so I was indeed surprised when Raiden entered the scene. It's almost as if Snake were just there in the first level for publicity. :-)
As mentioned in my earlier post, the lack of closure at the end of MGS2 leads us to suspect that there will be a third game in which Liquid/Ocelot is finally disposed of. Hopefully Snake will return to prominence for MGS3.
<rant>When I watch foreign films I watch the subtitled versions, because American voice actors (whom I loathe with a passion so dark that it was recently featured in Vibe) have this annoying habit of destroying the directors' original visions. This phenomenon is most easily seen in Japanese animation. American voice actors seem to think that "animation" == "cartoons for kids" and squawk accordingly. Ugh. Dubs rank even more highly on my list of animé pet peeves than "newbie latecomer DBZ-dumbass wannabes" like Malda^H^H^H^H^Hsome people we know.</rant>
Dubbed movies are a blasphemous joke, and dubbed games are as well. It's times like this that I seriously consider learning Japanese so that I can play imports.
You guys may have seen this before, but I'll link to an old interview with head MGS2 weenie himself, Koji-boy. His comments are fun to read after immersing myself in the game for the past week.
And as long as we're tossing out links, here are a few relevant Penny Arcades. :-)
(And don't forget to pay for those belly laughs, now!):-)
Actually, I beat the game twice. In four days. First playtime was 16:50, second was 7:02. I can say without a doubt that MGS2 is the greatest game that I've ever played, but it was also the most disappointing. After the final fight with Solidus, when Raiden is talking with Snake about hunting down Liquid/Ocelot, didn't you expect a third act in which control returns to Snake and Liquid is finally vanquished? Man, was I pissed when the credits started rolling. After leaving the plot so open-ended, Kojima better sure as hell start working on Metal Gear Solid 3: Come On and Die Already! ASAP. I know that he's eager to get to work on other projects, but the MGS2 ending was a crime.
Anyway, it's a bit short, but you won't regret spending the $53.00. You may be thinking, "If it's so short, why not just rent it?" But don't think that. Pony up the cash, boys -- we need to seriously encourage development of games like this. Imagine, a game that actually lived up to (and surpassed, IMHO) a year of hype! And it really is worth replaying a second time. I didn't find the SOCOM silencer or AK-47 silencer until my second game. Also, there are several "easter egg"-type amusements the second time through -- such as the Marines not wearing pants when you're snapping photos of Metal Gear Ray.
Oops. I just can't keep my spoiling mouth shut.
Everyone knows that MGS2 is being ported to Xbox, right? That sort of pisses me off... PS2 needs as many "exclusive" games like MGS2 as possible. Microsoft is already playing that game, after all; no matter how much crack Mac users smoke, they will never see Halo on MacOS. But I suppose that the grand self-delusion is a pretty fun game unto itself, eh mates?
Not that I have anything against either Microsoft or the Xbox... I just don't like to think that I wasted my money on the PS2. And if all the sweet PS2 games are ported to Xbox, I'll think that. :-) Maybe Square will be reasonable and stay loyal to Sony... if FFX is ported to Xbox, I may have to start abusing animals again.
Oh, and this is completely offtopic, but someone at a local import video game store told me that GTA3 has been effectively "banned" in the US... something about the publisher stopping production after some moronic kid bragged to his mom about the glorification of petty crime that this wonderful game showcases. (I really don't understand this -- GTA3 is rated "Mature," so how did the kid get the game in the first place? Talk about total parental failure! Idiots don't pay attention to ratings and then start bitching about their lack of awareness when their kids are scarred for life? This is why I'm in favor of mandarory abortions delivered via Mossberg 12-gauges. Uh, did I say that out loud?) I can't find anything about this on the web yet.
Maybe if they hadn't tried to play "chicken" with T-72s, things would've turned out more sensibly.
You have no chance to survive make some chai
Not that there's anything wrong with that...
But if you were to write home about it, you'd use heiroglyphics.
Wow, their box must've sucked if you had to fight with all five of the other Mozilla users to get connections. What the fuck were they running, Linux?
The_Messenger's response: "If you're using Windows 98, you have no fucking excuse for not using IE5.5."
CmdrTaco's reponse: "Hey, I haev bin into teh anime for years! Im not a newby latecomer, reelly! ;) DBZ = schweet ;)"
Now you can visually scan directories -- for that perfect Akira Fubuki cumshot, Anna Nicole Smith softcore clip, or nasty nekkid ebony hoe playing with vegetables -- simply by using the arrow keys, Return, and Backspace.
In order to enjoy a comparable masturbation experience with Linux, you must use a combination of Electric Eyes (for thumbnail browsing) and Netscape (for image viewing). Oftentimes, you will even have to use both hands to get the process started -- very inconvenient. Add in the fact that UNIX-like systems don't function very well with widespread use of spaces in directory names, and you have all the makings of an extremely poor monkey spanking.
Hey, let's get a MacOS user in on this. TRoLLaXoR, does MacOS provide easy thumbnail image navigation like Windows?