I ran a BBS for 3 years in Cleveland and then Cincinnati (1:157/230) using Maximus.
a year and four months ago, Scott Dudley announced that he would no longer be selling Maximus commercial licenses (It was already available free for non-commercial use), and that he would GPL the code. I would take the code and try to port most of it over to Linux...re-writing parts that obviously would need a complete re-write (the serial driver)
He still hasn't released that GPL'd version of it, and there has been no update on Lanius's web site.:-(
This is not a problem (corrections)
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BeOS for linux doesn't actually launch itself from Linux. What you do to get it working is:
1) Download it. 2) Untar it in the root directory of one of your partitions. (In my case,/usr/src is a separate partition, so I untarred it there). It places its files in./Beos 3) Create a boot disk by using dd to transfer a floppy image file over to the disk. 4) Reboot the system with the floppy boot disk in the drive.
Obviously, you need root access to do step 4 (and maybe even step 3, I forget).
So this isn't a security hole.
If Be ever releases a program that DOES launch BeOS directly from windows, then they should think about making the launching program need root permissions.
1) Very little content can be served effectively over dialup. Any SERIOUS pirate is not going to use dialup.
2) If they keep tying up your modems, then kick them off every 12 hours. That will force their IP address to change. If they go through the trouble of making their computer log on to napster again when disconnected, then they're probably becoming a serious pirate and won't want to use dialup.
3) Make a policy that a computer can only be connected through dialup 20 out of the 24 hours each day. This way, you can tell what machines keep being rejected but keep calling anyways. Then disable those accounts until you can talk to the owners.
4) Sooner or later, people are going to make proxies to get around this stuff.
Then make it "-1, Factually Incorrect". Anyone who is rational knows that OS choice is an OPINION, not something factual..and if some idiot moderator moderated that down with "Factually Incorrect", they would get KILLED in Meta Moderation.
I just want something to knock down people who state something like it's a fact when they actually don't have any clue, and then that misleads other people.
And if you don't understand automake/autoconfig that well, then ask for help from someone who DOES understand it.
Here's my benchmark of config file quality: If there is ANYTHING in my machine's configuration (that includes libraries, header files, etc) that you think may break the build, then TEST for it and make SURE that ALL of these issues are resolved by the time that the config file is finished running. If there is going to be a problem building the software, I want to know about it from the CONFIGURE SCRIPT, *NOT* three hours later when make suddenly throws out hundreds of errors about missing include files, or worse yet, during link time when suddenly hundreds of unresolved symbols are spewed at me. If the configure script finishes cleanly, I expect to be able to type make, go to class, and come back 4 hours later and see that it built correctly, instead of coming back and finding that it aborted 2 hours into the build over a STUPID path error that I could have EASILY corrected had I known about it in the first place (By the configure script TELLING me that)! Other then situations where you create pathological include files and libraries to specifically fool the configure script, I don't see this as an unreasonable request/demand.
Another good thing to add to configure scripts are NOTES to the users/people compiling about options that don't currently WORK. Gnucash fails this test badly..it would have been nice to know that the "make qt" option REALLY doesn't WORK before trying it.
Finally, if there is anything that is BLINDLY important for us to know/do or otherwise the program won't work correctly, put THAT at the end of the configure script as well.
One bullet in the wrong place will INSTANTLY end your life. You don't know of all the complications that can arise from being shot..the bullet hitting all kinds of major organs. Cops have a right to LIVE, just like everyone else does.
All 41 shots were made in *5* seconds. It wasn't like they had any time to think about the number of bullets that they shot while they were shooting. And once they realized that he HADN'T shot the guy that had stumbled, and that what he had in his hand was NOT a gun, then of COURSE they didn't want him to die.
Policemen stop a person who fits the profile of as rapist (and btw, I'm white, and I'VE been stopped once because *I* fit the profile of someone who committed a crime (In otherwords, that person looked like me). I cooperated with the officers and they let me go about 5 minutes later after assuring themselves that I wasn't the guy they were looking for). The guy doesn't seem to be acting straight forward with them. It's pretty clear from the language and actions of the cops that they are worried that he might be armed.
2) Said person REACHES INTO HIS POCKET. THOUSANDS of cops have been shot by a criminal who suddenly drew a gun on them and fired. It's a *REAL* STUPID move to make when it's obvious that cops think you might be an armed criminal..because you are just justifying their fears!! Even an IDIOT should know that you should immediately take steps to assure the cops that you are not armed in this kind of situation. Part of those steps are keeping your hands AWAT from your body.
3) You pull out something that is black and is the same size as a gun. Complete stupidity. At this point, what do you think that the cops are going to assume, given that they are SCARED TO DEATH of being shot?
This guy may have been going to college in a few weeks, but he obviously lacked street smarts and common sense. He didn't deserve to die because he didn't have street smarts, but that lead to his death. It was a tragety, but it would have NEVER HAPPENED if he had put his HANDS UP and kept them there until police no longer thought he was armed.
No, cops aren't going to shoot you for just casually putting your hands in your pockets while walking on the street. But the situation is completely different when they think you are a potential suspect, and that you are armed and will shoot to kill them when they try to apprehend you.
They believed that you were a threat because you DIDN'T show them your hands, you instead REACHED INTO YOUR POCKETS!!
THAT'S why you got shot.
Not everything is racial.
Handfasting is not necessarily a wedding.
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Handfasting is a pagan tradition, not necessarily a '60's hippy ceremony, and it is not necessarily a life-time bond either. They don't pretend that it IS a life time wedding, unless the terms are lifetime.
Normally, handfastings last a year and a day, and then are renewed by both partner's consent.
It's a wiccan tradition, not something that people do to be rebellious.
2) Since I did accidently originally post it under my name, you damn well KNOW that it doesn't belong to you, and I DON'T want you (re)posting it again.
3) I already admitted that it was a failed attempt at humour. It's not lame enough or 3117 enough for your posts anyways.
Great..now I've given them something ELSE to flood slashdot with. *sigh*
The problem was that I guess I forgot about the humor aspect of it once I started writing the erotic part of it. The CONCEPT was funny in my mind (Being a windows user is worse then skull-fucking mother teresa in many slashdotter's minds), and it was supposed to look like a serious piece of writing while the content would be so absurd that it would make you laugh. (Kind of like that Calvin and Hobbes strip where he drew grown up pictures to represent Calvin and Susie playing House).
But I needed a lot of biting humor to make that work, and I'm not good at putting that kind of humor into sex scenes. Guess I'm not cynical enough yet.
Btw: I guess I should add:
1) I don't troll or (purposefully) write stupid posts that often.
2) I'm not responsible for this damn jesus nazi thing. When I started writing this post, there were 36 replies in the thread. I didn't realize how spam filled this thread would get.
1) There is a BUG in slash as of right now, that caused this post to appear as it would be posted by "Anonymous Coward" when I hit "Preview" (as I asked it to) but was posted by..well, you know who, when I hit "Submit".
2) It's supposed to be FUNNY. (Or at least, it seemed funny to me at 2 am on a Friday night). You probably don't want to KNOW where I got this idea from in the first place.
3) My sex life is NOTHING like this. (not nearly as kinky, anyway):P
4) I guess I'll LOG OUT first BEFORE posting anything like this again.:P
The storm clouds had been building around our bedroom for a while now, But I hadn't attempted to scatter them in fear that they would burst into rain instead. But the situation had progressed to the point that it could not be denied any longer.
Something was seriously wrong with our sex life.
My ably shaped wife lay on the bed next to me. I had only brought her to one, halting, orgasm tonight, or this week. She used to flood me with six or seven boundful orgasms a few years ago, but something had changed in the last few months, and not for the better. I gazed in her eyes and saw the trouble in them and knew she was thinking about the same thing. It had come time to broach the subject with her.
"Katie?" I cleared my throat, "What's happened over these last few months? It used to be that I could make you cum over and over again by licking you, and I know that my technique hasn't changed. Has something...affected the way you see me?"
And at that, she burst into tears, the first drops of water dropping to the sheets where she had laid gasping just minutes ago. I drew her to me and felt her warmth against me, her heart beating fast and her arms around me.
"I'm so sorry!" She sobbed..."It's not you...I swear...well, maybe in the strict emperical sense it is..but it isn't your fault!" She buried her head into my shoulder and I felt the warmth of her tears against my skin. "What is it then?" I probed. "You don't have to be afraid to tell me.."
"It's just.." She faltered, and looked down.
"Just.." I prompted
"Just....that we've run out of nasty things for you to call me while we're having sex." She started to sob again.
I sighed. "Why didn't you tell me earlier? It's nothing that a good thesarus and dictionary wouldn't solve. I know that Bitch and Whore and Cocksucker, and Dirty little slut now seem tame and dated and used up, but how about some of the more recent names that used to turn you on?"
"They don't work either." she sobbed louder. Her tears were falling freely now, the salt making my skin tingle.
"So skanky bitch eating all her shit doesn't work anymore?"
"No." She continued to sob.
"Charles Manson urine drinking crackwhore shitting all over the salad bar at wendys while getting fucked with a 10 inch fetus doesn't do a thing for you either?"
"Not a thing now." She buried herself deeper into my shoulder, her voice muffled by my skin.
"How about Sadam Hussain Cock-sucking whore and personal assasin who spent the last week fucking the unearthed skull of Mother Teresa while.."
"No! No! No! NONE of them work anymore!!" she wailed before collapsing into deep convulsing sobs, your hot tears rolling down my back. I sighed as I held her close to me, softly caressing up and down her back, trying to comfort her. Maybe this was going to be difficult to solve after all. The Mother Teresa Skull Fucker fantasy had been one of her favorites, almost certain to soak her panties right through no matter what mood she had been in before.
She came up for air, her eyes red from the effort of expending her tears. "Remember that fantasy about me being the one who gathered up all the monks and threw them into the gas chambers while saluting Adolf Hitler while sucking him off?" I nodded, softly caressing her hair. "And then I would jump into the chambers after they were all dead and I would roll around in their shit, and then sit on one of the dead monks with his cock in me, and break off another man's cock and fuck myself up the ass with it?" I nodded again and handed her a tissue to blow her nose.
"Remember how I came 10 times the first night that we talked about it? Just a few months ago?" I softly ran my fingers down her back again and said "Yes, I remember that. That's the night that you were so exhausted after you came that you fell asleep completely wrapped in all of the bed chains and wouldn't wake up no matter what I did. Took me hours to get you out of all of those chains without you helping me. But I assumed you didn't want to wake up that way in the morning."
"And I miss those nights so much!" She cried loudly. "I was having that same fantasy when you were licking me today. Searching through the fantasy to make myself even more of a dirty rotten evil little slut! And I could only come once! I'm doomed! I'm going to become a frigid little asexual bitch and it's all my fault!"
"And even that thought doesn't turn you on?" I asked. She thought for a moment and then cried "No! Not even THAT!!" and burst into tears again.
I shivered as I held her close. We were definately in big trouble. I looked around the room as I held her close to me, my gaze sweeping over her clothes thrown across the floor, the assortment of whips and chains and leather that she had special ordered which used to work magic on her, and her backpack which she took to her sysadmin job every day, full of source code and Dr Dobbs. Looking at the last item, an idea suddenly hit me.
"Katie, you know those big Linux and BSD servers at work?" I whispered. "Yes?" She murmered back, still softly sobbing. "Well, I know what an idiotic and evil slut like you is going to do tomorrow when you get to work." I said, adapting the tone of voice she liked me to have in these situations. I felt her body flush slightly with heat. "Hmmm...what?" You said with your own tone, looking up in my eyes. I continued, speaking very deliberately now, "You're going to go to every one of those perfectly optimized servers, and you're going to install WINDOWS on every one of them!"
Her entire body shivered deliciously as her eyes hazed over. "Hmmmmm" she purred, her hardening nipples starting to press against me, inviting my fingers to reach down and pinch them sharply. She drew in her breath swiftly as I continued. "And you're not going to give anyone any advanced warning. You're going to flip the power on each server without any advanced warning! You're not going to init 0! You're not even going to unmount the file systems! You're going to corrupt everyone's work, and you're going to LOVE doing it, because you're a completely idiotic evil slut! Isn't that right?"
"Oooohh...yess!" she moaned, her breathing growing fast now. She leaned back on the bed, her legs starting to shift uncomfortably as her wetness grew inside her. I felt my own hardness growing again as I kept talking to her, building the fantasy. "Think about the hundreds of thousands of dollars you're going to cost your company for a new architectural setup that's not even going to work! Think about all the engineers sitting in the office for hours, not getting any work done, all because of you! And you're going to love it because it's so deliciously evil!"
"Aaahhhhh...yyyeess..I'll fuck up everything for them! OOohh" you moaned as your fingers reached down to touch the wetness that was just beginning to appear between your lips. "Oohhh...I can see that large blue setup screen now..on that huge monitor on my desk! Ohhh!" Your fingers dipped deep into the wetness and your body arched off the bed as your fingers found your clit.
"Yes...that setup screen will be nice and blue, and the setup process will screw up your entire computer and you'll have to reinstall two more times to even get it to boot up! And then do you know what you'll be, you fucking cocksucking slut? You know what you'll be?" "Tell me...Ooohh..Tell me." She whispered, biting her beautiful lipstick red lips while her clit and fingers glistened with wetness and she parted her labia further. "You'll be a WINDOWS USER!" I yelled "Just another fucking idiotic WINDOWS USER!"
Her eyes dripped with arousal as she moaned "MMMmmmmAhhhhhh....Ooohh..yess...I'll be just anoother fucking idiot". Her fingers started rapidly rubbing her clit, the wetness making a lovely sound as it covered her clit. My penis was now rock hard from the smell of her arousal filling the room, and she licked her lips at the sight of it.
"On your front, you fucking WINDOWS USER slut!" I commanded as she rolled over and lifted up enough for her hands to reach under her body and continue rubbing her clit, while her buttocks wiggled high in the air. "You know you're a naughty Windows user, you slut! You know what happens to naughty people who decide to use windows?" I growled playfully. "Oooohh..tell..me" she moaned loudly, her fingers finding that rhythm on her clit again.
My hand hit her buttocks hard in response. She moaned loudly in pleasure and rubbed even faster. "THIS is what happens to naughty idiots who become WINDOWS USERS! They must be PUNISHED! They must be reformed so they don't keep their users in complete misery!" I spanked her again and again, her breathing becoming faster as she thrusted against her fingers. I could sense that her orgasm was already starting to rise inside her. "Oooohhh...I'll have to be reformed...I'll have to discover the power of debian once again!"
I sighed as I stopped spanking her briefly. I knew I was going to sound like an idiot for this, but I had to make sure. "Are you sure that you wanted to use the word debian?" I asked in my regular tone. "Huh?" She looked back at me, rather confused. "Debian is our safe-word, remember?" I reminded her. "D'OH! I had forgotten that..well, I just won't use it in this fantasy then." she sheepishly replied.
"Good!" I growled, back in my demeaning tone, "Cause idiots like you don't DESERVE to use good distros." and I started spanking again. She moaned and resumed her rubbing. After a few more contacts with my hands, her buttocks were bright red and her lips were becoming that way as well. "And windows is all closed source, you slut! You know what happens when you use closed source?"
"OooohhAhhh..The same evil bugs stay in it?" she gasped back, her orgasm quickly approaching. "More then that, there are huge security holes that stay in there for YEARS..and then somebody finds one of those holes, and they fuck you! Just like this!" I plunged two fingers deep inside her soaking hole and felt her moan and grip me tightly. "But you know that you raped this way, and you LIKE it. Because you know that you DESERVE IT! Because you're a FUCKING IDIOTIC SLUT!"
"YES!!! Ooohhh Yesss Ahhhhh I DO!" she almost screamed as she thrust back hard against my fingers deep inside her and began to pulse. Her orgasm was only seconds away as her wetness flooded around me and her fingers became a blur on her clit. Her breathing becamer uncontrolled as her body flushed and she spasmed hard against my thrusting fingers. Then she clenched down on my fingers even harder as she gave the moans announcing her orgasm, and then her body contracted hard around my fingers again and again before finally returning to pulsing.
Her head turned as she came down from her orgasm and she saw my hard coch, ready to burst from the sight of her orgasm. She moaned loudly "I must be cured of my ignorance and stupidity. I must be filled with the power of open source! I must be filled with it fast and hard! Fill me!" I didn't need any more encouragement. "Yes, I'll fill you with open source, you dirty little slut!" I yelled and smacked her buttocks one more time before entering her from behind.
I could already feel her body building up to another orgasm as I entered her doggie style and started thrusting fast and hard into her, and that was good for me because I knew I couldn't last much longer myself. My fingers reached down to thake the place of hers on her clit as she reached up and tweaked and pulled on her nipples as each thrust into her caused her breasts to jiggle and shake. The air filled with our moans and groans and her moaning "MMmmmmm..that feels so Fucking GOOD! AHhhhh!" and I knew that I didn't have to say anything more until I came..that she had a good picture of the fantasy in her own mind.
I felt her expert muscles caressing and milking me with every thrust, and I just couldn't hold back any longer, and neither could she. I felt my muscles tighten and my penis throbbing. "I'm going to fill you with the source now! You ready now, slut?" I whispered into her ears. "Oooohhh...godddd..yeesss....fill me!" she moaned loudly as I felt the first explosions hit me. "MMmmmMmmmmmmMMMAAAHHHH!" She moaned as she felt my penis pulse inside her with every explosion and she felt her own orgasm hit, even harder then the first orgasm..leaving her shivering in rapture even when she returned to pulsing. Then we both collapsed to the sheets once again.
She turned over to face me and whispered "Debian". I took her back into my arms to cuddle her tenderly, and this time happily. She looked up into my eyes, her face filling my entire view at such short distance, her mouth so close that I could feel her breath on me. "I love you." It whispered softly. "I love you too" I whispered back before leaning down and softly kissing her lips. She sighed in contentment as I cradled her in my arms and she drifted off to sleep. I lay there feeling content and greatly relieved. After all, there were almost infinate ways to alter this fantasy, so it should work for her for years to come. I smiled as I drifted off to sleep as well.
The music FOR the halftime show was vell composed and very well performed. Why couldn't they have left it at that?
What the HELL was with all the costumes, all the people banging on drums, that thing that looked like an angel, and all the bizarre things that they were carrying around? What was with the narrative about celebrating the "magic of the millenium"? It seemed like they were trying to present a philosphy that was completely nonsensical, but at the same time, it was twisted and sick. I kept watching it for the music, but the whole imagery they were associating with the music made me feel uncomfortable and made me want to throw up.
And at the same time, I'm at a loss to specifically explain why it upset and disturbed me so much. It just did.:-(
"-- attempt to destroy the relationship of a happily engaged couple by offering a prize of millions. "Well, they knew what they were getting in to."
in comparison with the other three items? The other three items creates the dire possibility that if you're poor, the only way that you'll get out of that condition is by risking your life. Someone being poor isn't always (in fact it is often NOT) voluntary. However, being in a relationship, and then attempting to test that relationship is completely voluntary. Yes, they DID know what they were getting into.
I'm going to make the assumption that you're talking about "Temptation island". Being in New Zealand, I don't know exactly how the couples collect the prize, and Fox's high graphics and low content web site didn't explain any of those aspects. I am making the assumption that the couples get the prize money by either remaining faithful to their partner, or by picking the answers that are closest to their partner's when asked what their partner really wants. If they win the prize money by being unfaithful to their partner, there would be MUCH more of an outcry about the program, and there also would be little challenge to those who really wanted the money. In my opinion, there is little challenge to the couples who want to win the money by remaining faithful. I guess you could argue the "Prisoners dillemma", but that implies that there is very little trust between the partners to begin with, which means that the relationship is effectively dead anyways.
My point is, temptation CANNOT destroy a relationship unless one of the partners allows it to. And when one of the partners gives in to temptation, s/he does it of his/her own free will, and it is HIS/HER fault, not the person who tempted him/her. The belief that the other party is at fault is a fiction invented by the cheated on partner who doesn't want to confront the harsh reality that his/her partner valued an intimate encounter with another person more than keeping together the existing relationship. The only way that I could really see a third party effectively destroying a relationship without either party really consenting is if that person spreads disinformation about each of the partners to their other partner. And a sufficiently trusting relationship can even endure THAT if they manage to get around the third party. If anything, Fox is doing these couples a favour by making sure that they don't end up in the "good enough" trap, and that they are truely compatible. Many relationships, especially early 20's relationships end up in the "good enough" trap, where the partners aren't really what each other wants, but they're "good enough" for now. And then suddenly they're pushed along into marriage, they start panicing a few years down the line when they realize that they could spend the rest of their lives not really being satisfied, and then they make the desperate affair(s) attempt and when the relationship finally goes down, it is much messier for all involved. This is what causes serial monogomy.
The religious right wingers (Disclaimer: I am a Libertarian) are having a fit over this program because it challenges one of their (many) simplistic ideas about relationships. Remember, these kind of people generally value social harmony and peace over the happiness of the individual. ("Who cares that Mrs Johnson lies awake at night, wishing that there was some way out of the house, and Mr Johnson spends long nights down in the basement listening to the radio, drinking and throwing bottles against the concrete walls when the mood hits him? Their nice white picket fenced house with 2.5 children and that nice white dog with the waggy tail is keeping property values up in this area!"). They want to pretend that every relationship should be sacred. Well, they're not. And sexual proficiency is LEARNED, and sexual compatibility is best accertained well BEFORE marriage. Sometimes relationships SHOULD end. And sometimes, the best thing about a certain relationship is the experience that both people gain from it. There may well be a "sacred" relationship for each person in their life, but people generally need a few NON-sacred relationships to learn how to handle and keep the sacred relationship alive.
I've got news for Religious conservatives. A "sexual relationship" (anything above platonic) without the sex isn't the same relationship. All kinds of needs need to be met in the relationship for both people for the relationship to remain healty and viable, and some of those ARE sexual needs. If the relationship is healty and viable, the relationship WILL survive through temptation. The religious people who are complaining about this program are probably worried that it will show how fragile and unstable many of these relationships formed in "abstinance until marriage" conditions really are. My personal observed experience is that they are MUCH less stable compared to pre-maritial sex relationships that made it to marriage through means other then a shotgun wedding.
If religions became more realistic (HA!) about sexual needs in a relationship, and admitted their importance, then maybe many more sanctioned relationships could survive through temptation. But wait, they can't acknowledge the importance of sex in a relationship, because sex is "of the earth" instead of "From the heavens" and therefore is horrendiously dirty and sinful, right? Feh.
In summary, submitting an engaged couple to some temptation and some closer inspection to their needs in the relationship is probably NOT a bad thing. In my opinion, it is a very GOOD thing, and ideally, all engaged couples should go through some kind of rite like this before they actually get married. It could probably save us many MANY divorces.
Of course, Fox didn't create this program to be humanitarian, they wanted to watch a few couples break up and have all kinds of hysterical interviews with their cheated on partners for good ratings. Well, they lost. No one cheated. (although one couple "got upset" at each other). Too bad, Fox. If they had done this show back in the 50's, I'm sure that some of the couples would have cheated. Of course, that kind of show wouldn't have seen the light of day back then. We had more important things to watch.:P
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I ran a BBS for 3 years in Cleveland and then Cincinnati (1:157/230) using Maximus.
:-(
a year and four months ago, Scott Dudley announced that he would no longer be selling Maximus commercial licenses (It was already available free for non-commercial use), and that he would GPL the code. I would take the code and try to port most of it over to Linux...re-writing parts that obviously would need a complete re-write (the serial driver)
He still hasn't released that GPL'd version of it, and there has been no update on Lanius's web site.
BeOS for linux doesn't actually launch itself from
/usr/src is a separate partition, so I untarred it there). It places its files in ./Beos
Linux. What you do to get it working is:
1) Download it.
2) Untar it in the root directory of one of your partitions. (In my case,
3) Create a boot disk by using dd to transfer a floppy image file over to the disk.
4) Reboot the system with the floppy boot disk in the drive.
Obviously, you need root access to do step 4 (and maybe even step 3, I forget).
So this isn't a security hole.
If Be ever releases a program that DOES launch BeOS directly from windows, then they should think about making the launching program need root permissions.
These concerns are baseless:
1) Very little content can be served effectively over dialup. Any SERIOUS pirate is not going to use dialup.
2) If they keep tying up your modems, then kick them off every 12 hours. That will force their IP address to change. If they go through the trouble of making their computer log on to napster again when disconnected, then they're probably becoming a serious pirate and won't want to use dialup.
3) Make a policy that a computer can only be connected through dialup 20 out of the 24 hours each day. This way, you can tell what machines keep being rejected but keep calling anyways. Then disable those accounts until you can talk to the owners.
4) Sooner or later, people are going to make proxies to get around this stuff.
If you're going to troll Slashdot and repeat a statement 4.38e23 times, at LEAST check your spelling on fundimental words!
I'm actually the person who's implimenting the back-end component to handle the drop-down url bar. Wanna help?
Then make it "-1, Factually Incorrect". Anyone who is rational knows that OS choice is an OPINION, not something factual..and if some idiot moderator moderated that down with "Factually Incorrect", they would get KILLED in Meta Moderation.
I just want something to knock down people who state something like it's a fact when they actually don't have any clue, and then that misleads other people.
And if you don't understand automake/autoconfig that well, then ask for help from someone who DOES understand it.
Here's my benchmark of config file quality: If there is ANYTHING in my machine's configuration (that includes libraries, header files, etc) that you think may break the build, then TEST for it and make SURE that ALL of these issues are resolved by the time that the config file is finished running. If there is going to be a problem building the software, I want to know about it from the CONFIGURE SCRIPT, *NOT* three hours later when make suddenly throws out hundreds of errors about missing include files, or worse yet, during link time when suddenly hundreds of unresolved symbols are spewed at me. If the configure script finishes cleanly, I expect to be able to type make, go to class, and come back 4 hours later and see that it built correctly, instead of coming back and finding that it aborted 2 hours into the build over a STUPID path error that I could have EASILY corrected had I known about it in the first place (By the configure script TELLING me that)! Other then situations where you create pathological include files and libraries to specifically fool the configure script, I don't see this as an unreasonable request/demand.
Another good thing to add to configure scripts are NOTES to the users/people compiling about options that don't currently WORK. Gnucash fails this test badly..it would have been nice to know that the "make qt" option REALLY doesn't WORK before trying it.
Finally, if there is anything that is BLINDLY important for us to know/do or otherwise the program won't work correctly, put THAT at the end of the configure script as well.
One bullet in the wrong place will INSTANTLY end your life. You don't know of all the complications that can arise from being shot..the bullet hitting all kinds of major organs. Cops have a right to LIVE, just like everyone else does.
All 41 shots were made in *5* seconds. It wasn't like they had any time to think about the number of bullets that they shot while they were shooting. And once they realized that he HADN'T shot the guy that had stumbled, and that what he had in his hand was NOT a gun, then of COURSE they didn't want him to die.
Umm...think about the logic for a second:
Policemen stop a person who fits the profile of as rapist (and btw, I'm white, and I'VE been stopped once because *I* fit the profile of someone who committed a crime (In otherwords, that person looked like me). I cooperated with the officers and they let me go about 5 minutes later after assuring themselves that I wasn't the guy they were looking for). The guy doesn't seem to be acting straight forward with them. It's pretty clear from the language and actions of the cops that they are worried that he might be armed.
2) Said person REACHES INTO HIS POCKET. THOUSANDS of cops have been shot by a criminal who suddenly drew a gun on them and fired. It's a *REAL* STUPID move to make when it's obvious that cops think you might be an armed criminal..because you are just justifying their fears!! Even an IDIOT should know that you should immediately take steps to assure the cops that you are not armed in this kind of situation. Part of those steps are keeping your hands AWAT from your body.
3) You pull out something that is black and is the same size as a gun. Complete stupidity. At this point, what do you think that the cops are going to assume, given that they are SCARED TO DEATH of being shot?
This guy may have been going to college in a few weeks, but he obviously lacked street smarts and common sense. He didn't deserve to die because he didn't have street smarts, but that lead to his death. It was a tragety, but it would have NEVER HAPPENED if he had put his HANDS UP and kept them there until police no longer thought he was armed.
No, cops aren't going to shoot you for just casually putting your hands in your pockets while walking on the street. But the situation is completely different when they think you are a potential suspect, and that you are armed and will shoot to kill them when they try to apprehend you.
It seemed pretty clear that he was "advertising".
(*ahem*..hopefully don't need to say anything else)
They believed that you were a threat because you DIDN'T show them your hands, you instead REACHED INTO YOUR POCKETS!!
THAT'S why you got shot.
Not everything is racial.
Handfasting is a pagan tradition, not necessarily a '60's hippy ceremony, and it is not necessarily a life-time bond either. They don't pretend that it IS a life time wedding, unless the terms are lifetime.
Normally, handfastings last a year and a day, and then are renewed by both partner's consent.
It's a wiccan tradition, not something that people do to be rebellious.
1) No, I DIDN'T repost this. Someone else did.
2) Since I did accidently originally post it under my name, you damn well KNOW that it doesn't belong to you, and I DON'T want you (re)posting it again.
3) I already admitted that it was a failed attempt at humour. It's not lame enough or 3117 enough for your posts anyways.
Great..now I've given them something ELSE to flood slashdot with. *sigh*
You're welcome. (I guess)
The problem was that I guess I forgot about the humor aspect of it once I started writing the erotic part of it. The CONCEPT was funny in my mind (Being a windows user is worse then skull-fucking mother teresa in many slashdotter's minds), and it was supposed to look like a serious piece of writing while the content would be so absurd that it would make you laugh. (Kind of like that Calvin and Hobbes strip where he drew grown up pictures to represent Calvin and Susie playing House).
But I needed a lot of biting humor to make that work, and I'm not good at putting that kind of humor into sex scenes. Guess I'm not cynical enough yet.
Btw: I guess I should add:
1) I don't troll or (purposefully) write stupid posts that often.
2) I'm not responsible for this damn jesus nazi thing. When I started writing this post, there were 36 replies in the thread. I didn't realize how spam filled this thread would get.
1) There is a BUG in slash as of right now, that caused this post to appear as it would be posted by "Anonymous Coward" when I hit "Preview" (as I asked it to) but was posted by..well, you know who, when I hit "Submit".
:P
:P
2) It's supposed to be FUNNY. (Or at least, it seemed funny to me at 2 am on a Friday night). You probably don't want to KNOW where I got this idea from in the first place.
3) My sex life is NOTHING like this. (not nearly as kinky, anyway)
4) I guess I'll LOG OUT first BEFORE posting anything like this again.
The storm clouds had been building around our bedroom for a while now, But I hadn't attempted to scatter them in fear that they would burst into rain instead. But the situation had progressed to the point that it could not be denied any longer.
Something was seriously wrong with our sex life.
My ably shaped wife lay on the bed next to me. I had only brought her to one, halting, orgasm tonight, or this week. She used to flood me with six or seven boundful orgasms a few years ago, but something had changed in the last few months, and not for the better. I gazed in her eyes and saw the trouble in them and knew she was thinking about the same thing. It had come time to broach the subject with her.
"Katie?" I cleared my throat, "What's happened over these last few months? It used to be that I could make you cum over and over again by licking you, and I know that my technique hasn't changed. Has something...affected the way you see me?"
And at that, she burst into tears, the first drops of water dropping to the sheets where she had laid gasping just minutes ago. I drew her to me and felt her warmth against me, her heart beating fast and her arms around me.
"I'm so sorry!" She sobbed..."It's not you...I swear...well, maybe in the strict emperical sense it is..but it isn't your fault!" She buried her head into my shoulder and I felt the warmth of her tears against my skin. "What is it then?" I probed. "You don't have to be afraid to tell me.."
"It's just.." She faltered, and looked down.
"Just.." I prompted
"Just....that we've run out of nasty things for you to call me while we're having sex." She started to sob again.
I sighed. "Why didn't you tell me earlier? It's nothing that a good thesarus and dictionary wouldn't solve. I know that Bitch and Whore and Cocksucker, and Dirty little slut now seem tame and dated and used up, but how about some of the more recent names that used to turn you on?"
"They don't work either." she sobbed louder. Her tears were falling freely now, the salt making my skin tingle.
"So skanky bitch eating all her shit doesn't work anymore?"
"No." She continued to sob.
"Charles Manson urine drinking crackwhore shitting all over the salad bar at wendys while getting fucked with a 10 inch fetus doesn't do a thing for you either?"
"Not a thing now." She buried herself deeper into my shoulder, her voice muffled by my skin.
"How about Sadam Hussain Cock-sucking whore and personal assasin who spent the last week fucking the unearthed skull of Mother Teresa while.."
"No! No! No! NONE of them work anymore!!" she wailed before collapsing into deep convulsing sobs, your hot tears rolling down my back. I sighed as I held her close to me, softly caressing up and down her back, trying to comfort her. Maybe this was going to be difficult to solve after all. The Mother Teresa Skull Fucker fantasy had been one of her favorites, almost certain to soak her panties right through no matter what mood she had been in before.
She came up for air, her eyes red from the effort of expending her tears. "Remember that fantasy about me being the one who gathered up all the monks and threw them into the gas chambers while saluting Adolf Hitler while sucking him off?" I nodded, softly caressing her hair. "And then I would jump into the chambers after they were all dead and I would roll around in their shit, and then sit on one of the dead monks with his cock in me, and break off another man's cock and fuck myself up the ass with it?" I nodded again and handed her a tissue to blow her nose.
"Remember how I came 10 times the first night that we talked about it? Just a few months ago?" I softly ran my fingers down her back again and said "Yes, I remember that. That's the night that you were so exhausted after you came that you fell asleep completely wrapped in all of the bed chains and wouldn't wake up no matter what I did. Took me hours to get you out of all of those chains without you helping me. But I assumed you didn't want to wake up that way in the morning."
"And I miss those nights so much!" She cried loudly. "I was having that same fantasy when you were licking me today. Searching through the fantasy to make myself even more of a dirty rotten evil little slut! And I could only come once! I'm doomed! I'm going to become a frigid little asexual bitch and it's all my fault!"
"And even that thought doesn't turn you on?" I asked. She thought for a moment and then cried "No! Not even THAT!!" and burst into tears again.
I shivered as I held her close. We were definately in big trouble. I looked around the room as I held her close to me, my gaze sweeping over her clothes thrown across the floor, the assortment of whips and chains and leather that she had special ordered which used to work magic on her, and her backpack which she took to her sysadmin job every day, full of source code and Dr Dobbs. Looking at the last item, an idea suddenly hit me.
"Katie, you know those big Linux and BSD servers at work?" I whispered. "Yes?" She murmered back, still softly sobbing. "Well, I know what an idiotic and evil slut like you is going to do tomorrow when you get to work." I said, adapting the tone of voice she liked me to have in these situations. I felt her body flush slightly with heat. "Hmmm...what?" You said with your own tone, looking up in my eyes. I continued, speaking very deliberately now, "You're going to go to every one of those perfectly optimized servers, and you're going to install WINDOWS on every one of them!"
Her entire body shivered deliciously as her eyes hazed over. "Hmmmmm" she purred, her hardening nipples starting to press against me, inviting my fingers to reach down and pinch them sharply. She drew in her breath swiftly as I continued. "And you're not going to give anyone any advanced warning. You're going to flip the power on each server without any advanced warning! You're not going to init 0! You're not even going to unmount the file systems! You're going to corrupt everyone's work, and you're going to LOVE doing it, because you're a completely idiotic evil slut! Isn't that right?"
"Oooohh...yess!" she moaned, her breathing growing fast now. She leaned back on the bed, her legs starting to shift uncomfortably as her wetness grew inside her. I felt my own hardness growing again as I kept talking to her, building the fantasy. "Think about the hundreds of thousands of dollars you're going to cost your company for a new architectural setup that's not even going to work! Think about all the engineers sitting in the office for hours, not getting any work done, all because of you! And you're going to love it because it's so deliciously evil!"
"Aaahhhhh...yyyeess..I'll fuck up everything for them! OOohh" you moaned as your fingers reached down to touch the wetness that was just beginning to appear between your lips. "Oohhh...I can see that large blue setup screen now..on that huge monitor on my desk! Ohhh!" Your fingers dipped deep into the wetness and your body arched off the bed as your fingers found your clit.
"Yes...that setup screen will be nice and blue, and the setup process will screw up your entire computer and you'll have to reinstall two more times to even get it to boot up! And then do you know what you'll be, you fucking cocksucking slut? You know what you'll be?" "Tell me...Ooohh..Tell me." She whispered, biting her beautiful lipstick red lips while her clit and fingers glistened with wetness and she parted her labia further. "You'll be a WINDOWS USER!" I yelled "Just another fucking idiotic WINDOWS USER!"
Her eyes dripped with arousal as she moaned "MMMmmmmAhhhhhh....Ooohh..yess...I'll be just anoother fucking idiot". Her fingers started rapidly rubbing her clit, the wetness making a lovely sound as it covered her clit. My penis was now rock hard from the smell of her arousal filling the room, and she licked her lips at the sight of it.
"On your front, you fucking WINDOWS USER slut!" I commanded as she rolled over and lifted up enough for her hands to reach under her body and continue rubbing her clit, while her buttocks wiggled high in the air. "You know you're a naughty Windows user, you slut! You know what happens to naughty people who decide to use windows?" I growled playfully. "Oooohh..tell..me" she moaned loudly, her fingers finding that rhythm on her clit again.
My hand hit her buttocks hard in response. She moaned loudly in pleasure and rubbed even faster. "THIS is what happens to naughty idiots who become WINDOWS USERS! They must be PUNISHED! They must be reformed so they don't keep their users in complete misery!" I spanked her again and again, her breathing becoming faster as she thrusted against her fingers. I could sense that her orgasm was already starting to rise inside her. "Oooohhh...I'll have to be reformed...I'll have to discover the power of debian once again!"
I sighed as I stopped spanking her briefly. I knew I was going to sound like an idiot for this, but I had to make sure. "Are you sure that you wanted to use the word debian?" I asked in my regular tone. "Huh?" She looked back at me, rather confused. "Debian is our safe-word, remember?" I reminded her. "D'OH! I had forgotten that..well, I just won't use it in this fantasy then." she sheepishly replied.
"Good!" I growled, back in my demeaning tone, "Cause idiots like you don't DESERVE to use good distros." and I started spanking again. She moaned and resumed her rubbing. After a few more contacts with my hands, her buttocks were bright red and her lips were becoming that way as well. "And windows is all closed source, you slut! You know what happens when you use closed source?"
"OooohhAhhh..The same evil bugs stay in it?" she gasped back, her orgasm quickly approaching. "More then that, there are huge security holes that stay in there for YEARS..and then somebody finds one of those holes, and they fuck you! Just like this!" I plunged two fingers deep inside her soaking hole and felt her moan and grip me tightly. "But you know that you raped this way, and you LIKE it. Because you know that you DESERVE IT! Because you're a FUCKING IDIOTIC SLUT!"
"YES!!! Ooohhh Yesss Ahhhhh I DO!" she almost screamed as she thrust back hard against my fingers deep inside her and began to pulse. Her orgasm was only seconds away as her wetness flooded around me and her fingers became a blur on her clit. Her breathing becamer uncontrolled as her body flushed and she spasmed hard against my thrusting fingers. Then she clenched down on my fingers even harder as she gave the moans announcing her orgasm, and then her body contracted hard around my fingers again and again before finally returning to pulsing.
Her head turned as she came down from her orgasm and she saw my hard coch, ready to burst from the sight of her orgasm. She moaned loudly "I must be cured of my ignorance and stupidity. I must be filled with the power of open source! I must be filled with it fast and hard! Fill me!" I didn't need any more encouragement. "Yes, I'll fill you with open source, you dirty little slut!" I yelled and smacked her buttocks one more time before entering her from behind.
I could already feel her body building up to another orgasm as I entered her doggie style and started thrusting fast and hard into her, and that was good for me because I knew I couldn't last much longer myself. My fingers reached down to thake the place of hers on her clit as she reached up and tweaked and pulled on her nipples as each thrust into her caused her breasts to jiggle and shake. The air filled with our moans and groans and her moaning "MMmmmmm..that feels so Fucking GOOD! AHhhhh!" and I knew that I didn't have to say anything more until I came..that she had a good picture of the fantasy in her own mind.
I felt her expert muscles caressing and milking me with every thrust, and I just couldn't hold back any longer, and neither could she. I felt my muscles tighten and my penis throbbing. "I'm going to fill you with the source now! You ready now, slut?" I whispered into her ears. "Oooohhh...godddd..yeesss....fill me!" she moaned loudly as I felt the first explosions hit me. "MMmmmMmmmmmmMMMAAAHHHH!" She moaned as she felt my penis pulse inside her with every explosion and she felt her own orgasm hit, even harder then the first orgasm..leaving her shivering in rapture even when she returned to pulsing. Then we both collapsed to the sheets once again.
She turned over to face me and whispered "Debian". I took her back into my arms to cuddle her tenderly, and this time happily. She looked up into my eyes, her face filling my entire view at such short distance, her mouth so close that I could feel her breath on me. "I love you." It whispered softly. "I love you too" I whispered back before leaning down and softly kissing her lips. She sighed in contentment as I cradled her in my arms and she drifted off to sleep. I lay there feeling content and greatly relieved. After all, there were almost infinate ways to alter this fantasy, so it should work for her for years to come. I smiled as I drifted off to sleep as well.
(end)
Where is that from?
"But some people would rater *DIED* then do (?)."
"Then let them die, and decrease the surplus population."
I know I've heard this in soe movie, and I'm going crazy trying to remember which one.
The music FOR the halftime show was vell composed and very well performed. Why couldn't they have left it at that?
:-(
What the HELL was with all the costumes, all the people banging on drums, that thing that looked like an angel, and all the bizarre things that they were carrying around? What was with the narrative about celebrating the "magic of the millenium"? It seemed like they were trying to present a philosphy that was completely nonsensical, but at the same time, it was twisted and sick. I kept watching it for the music, but the whole imagery they were associating with the music made me feel uncomfortable and made me want to throw up.
And at the same time, I'm at a loss to specifically explain why it upset and disturbed me so much. It just did.
"My font sizes in Mozilla are small enough to be almost unreadable."
set the environment variable
GECKO_FONT_SIZE_FACTOR = 1.2
The above post(the RSI is a Liberal Conspiracy one) should be moderated (-1, Flamebait).
Bruce Hornsby (Influenced by the Greatful Dead, I'm sure) also allows free distribution of his concerts. (Not of his actual albums though)
How can you possibly put
:P
"-- attempt to destroy the relationship of a happily engaged couple by offering a prize of millions. "Well, they knew what they were getting in to."
in comparison with the other three items? The other three items creates the dire possibility that if you're poor, the only way that you'll get out of that condition is by risking your life. Someone being poor isn't always (in fact it is often NOT) voluntary. However, being in a relationship, and then attempting to test that relationship is completely voluntary. Yes, they DID know what they were getting into.
I'm going to make the assumption that you're talking about "Temptation island". Being in New Zealand, I don't know exactly how the couples collect the prize, and Fox's high graphics and low content web site didn't explain any of those aspects. I am making the assumption that the couples get the prize money by either remaining faithful to their partner, or by picking the answers that are closest to their partner's when asked what their partner really wants. If they win the prize money by being unfaithful to their partner, there would be MUCH more of an outcry about the program, and there also would be little challenge to those who really wanted the money. In my opinion, there is little challenge to the couples who want to win the money by remaining faithful. I guess you could argue the "Prisoners dillemma", but that implies that there is very little trust between the partners to begin with, which means that the relationship is effectively dead anyways.
My point is, temptation CANNOT destroy a relationship unless one of the partners allows it to. And when one of the partners gives in to temptation, s/he does it of his/her own free will, and it is HIS/HER fault, not the person who tempted him/her. The belief that the other party is at fault is a fiction invented by the cheated on partner who doesn't want to confront the harsh reality that his/her partner valued an intimate encounter with another person more than keeping together the existing relationship. The only way that I could really see a third party effectively destroying a relationship without either party really consenting is if that person spreads disinformation about each of the partners to their other partner. And a sufficiently trusting relationship can even endure THAT if they manage to get around the third party. If anything, Fox is doing these couples a favour by making sure that they don't end up in the "good enough" trap, and that they are truely compatible. Many relationships, especially early 20's relationships end up in the "good enough" trap, where the partners aren't really what each other wants, but they're "good enough" for now. And then suddenly they're pushed along into marriage, they start panicing a few years down the line when they realize that they could spend the rest of their lives not really being satisfied, and then they make the desperate affair(s) attempt and when the relationship finally goes down, it is much messier for all involved. This is what causes serial monogomy.
The religious right wingers (Disclaimer: I am a Libertarian) are having a fit over this program because it challenges one of their (many) simplistic ideas about relationships. Remember, these kind of people generally value social harmony and peace over the happiness of the individual. ("Who cares that Mrs Johnson lies awake at night, wishing that there was some way out of the house, and Mr Johnson spends long nights down in the basement listening to the radio, drinking and throwing bottles against the concrete walls when the mood hits him? Their nice white picket fenced house with 2.5 children and that nice white dog with the waggy tail is keeping property values up in this area!"). They want to pretend that every relationship should be sacred. Well, they're not. And sexual proficiency is LEARNED, and sexual compatibility is best accertained well BEFORE marriage. Sometimes relationships SHOULD end. And sometimes, the best thing about a certain relationship is the experience that both people gain from it. There may well be a "sacred" relationship for each person in their life, but people generally need a few NON-sacred relationships to learn how to handle and keep the sacred relationship alive.
I've got news for Religious conservatives. A "sexual relationship" (anything above platonic) without the sex isn't the same relationship. All kinds of needs need to be met in the relationship for both people for the relationship to remain healty and viable, and some of those ARE sexual needs. If the relationship is healty and viable, the relationship WILL survive through temptation. The religious people who are complaining about this program are probably worried that it will show how fragile and unstable many of these relationships formed in "abstinance until marriage" conditions really are. My personal observed experience is that they are MUCH less stable compared to pre-maritial sex relationships that made it to marriage through means other then a shotgun wedding.
If religions became more realistic (HA!) about sexual needs in a relationship, and admitted their importance, then maybe many more sanctioned relationships could survive through temptation. But wait, they can't acknowledge the importance of sex in a relationship, because sex is "of the earth" instead of "From the heavens" and therefore is horrendiously dirty and sinful, right? Feh.
In summary, submitting an engaged couple to some temptation and some closer inspection to their needs in the relationship is probably NOT a bad thing. In my opinion, it is a very GOOD thing, and ideally, all engaged couples should go through some kind of rite like this before they actually get married. It could probably save us many MANY divorces.
Of course, Fox didn't create this program to be humanitarian, they wanted to watch a few couples break up and have all kinds of hysterical interviews with their cheated on partners for good ratings. Well, they lost. No one cheated. (although one couple "got upset" at each other). Too bad, Fox. If they had done this show back in the 50's, I'm sure that some of the couples would have cheated. Of course, that kind of show wouldn't have seen the light of day back then. We had more important things to watch.
Umm...what exactly are p and q pointing at? That's right. Undefined. *SEGFAULT!*
:P
This probably isn't the most compact way to write this code, but I don't care about that anyways.
int a, b, c;
int *p, *q;
p =
q =
*p = 4;
*q = 2;
c = *p/*q;
It's the classic question of "HOW THE $*@(#* AM I SUPPOSED TO PARSE THAT?" Since /* starts a comment regardless of the context it appears in.
:P :-)
Of course, you get around that by doing n = (*p)/(*q);
And it segfaults because I don't think p is actually pointing at anything.