Excellent points. Actually, I do remember (dimly...I've had some wine tonight) running top on the 486, and it was pretty much all X and XSVGA-blah-blah-blah...it's been a few months (since upgraded the 486 running X over Ethernet to a 200MHz Pentium running apps directly) since running the configuration I mentioned in the post. But yeah, I think you're right: the compression & enryption asked too much. The main reason I went w/SSH was because of the easy setup of X forwarding. Well, that and a certain paranoia about the firewall I'm running my computers behind...might as well be safe rather than sorry, right?
Had a 486dx33, 16mb of ram, don't rem. the video card but it was 2mb of ram; ssh'ing into a 90 MHz pentium, 48mb of ram. The 486 was used by my wife (just got married, and boy does that word sound weird) to run Netscape, mainly, w/IceWM as a nice low-end WM.
What we found was that it was pretty slow, actually. We'd done a full install of Debian onto the 486, so we didn't have to use NFS or bootp or the like. I'd say 75% of the time she was the only one running X on my computer (the 90 MHz Pentium), so it wasn't like my underpowered box was trying to run two servers/clients (can't rem. the proper terminology right now) at the same time. And the two computers were connected w/10Mb/s Ethernet cables. But...
Well, we found it was slow: slow to display new pages (ADSL connection at home, so bandwidth wasn't the problem), slow to display new pages, and slow in general. I would listen to my computer run while she loaded pages, and there wasn't a lot of swapping, so I don't think it was that. If I had to guess at the bottleneck I would say it was running SSH on a 486 (one other thing: we were running ssh -c blowfish, so the cipher used would be less processor intensive).
That said, can anyone else offer any insight here?
Witness:...and then I had to find out who won Survivor from a newspaper! [Witness breaks down sobbing] Plaintiff's Attorney: Yes, I'm sorry...it must have been very hard. INow you know I don't want to do this, but I need you to describe for the court, in your own words, what kind of depraved, foul-smelling, leech-like -- Defense Attorney: Objection, your honour! My client is not leech-like! Judge: Overruled. Plaintiff's Attorney: Thank you, your honour. As I was saying -- leech-like, hideous, indescribable monster you think could possibly deprive you of the wholesome, innocent joys of childhood by taking away television.
Amen, brother. As a tech-support guy myself, one other thing: be sure you can handle customer service.
I recently jumped from a string of food retail jobs to (at last!) a Real Computer Job as tech support at a small ISP. I finally made the jump after getting absolutely sick and tired of having to deal with customers
all the time; I was getting quite bitter and jaded. Now, I'm working in a tech job, it's cool neat and fun, but there's still the customer service part. It's a lot less than my old jobs, and there's a lot of other things about this job I really like that more than make up for it, but it's still there and it's still a significant part.
The place I work at has a POP in a nearby city with a huge community of retirees -- and believe me, nothing taxes your (or at least my) patience more than having to deal with someone who a) is the biggest newbie ever, b) has slow, slow reflexes, and c) can't much see the screen to start with. I realize that's more than a little cruel on my part, but it's part of the job...and how are you going to handle it? Does it not bother you all that much, or (like me) are you going to want to reach out and strangle them? Can you keep your temper while telling someone for the nth time that, yes, you click twice to double-click, and the Networking icon really is there?
Fortunately these calls aren't the majority, or I'd really go crazy. And they're a good 90 minute drive away, so it's not like I'll see them at the grocery store. But it sounds like you're talking about a pretty small town -- how are you going to deal with that?
I work at a mid-sized ISP, and what I've heard is that a couple construction companies here are doing that at work sites: point a camera at the delivery entrance, and stream everything back to the office and save it on disk. Works wonders on keeping sub-contractors honest, apparently; when they say, "Oh yeah, we had that concrete ready at 10am but there was no one there", they just whip out the zip disk or whatever and show the mixer showing up at noon. I understand it's been a big hit, and is letting us sell a few ISDN lines more than we used to...
I work at a small/mid-sized ISP, and one of my jobs is to keep an eye on the procmail filter we run to try and catch spam. It staggers me how much we catch: right now we've got about 8000 messages -- *31 megs* -- that we've caught in maybe three days (ands that's just the ones we can catch w/o collateral damage).
A lot of our customer's are in Canada's Bible Belt (Abbotsford, Chilliwack, Mission -- British Columbia), and let me tell you: you haven't heard moral outrage until you've heard an offended Xtian mother complain about receiving Hot Slippery Teens in her mailbox...
Not just the grammar, but the whole thought process that lead to that sentence
is absolutely atrocious. I'm doing badly now, but only 'cos it's Saturday night and I've killed the better part of a big ol' bottle of wine. If I wrote something like that (or like this) on Monday or Tuesday, with someone paying
me upteen bux/hr, I'd be truly appalled.
And you're all welcome to join. Just check out RFC 2549, IP over Avian Carriers with Quality of Service. After all, those wireless LAN cards can be pretty pricey...
the description is: tall malar region; zygomaticoalveolar crest low and curved...nasoalveolar clivus long..."...I would've thought it would be so much more quantitative a description. Or am I just wrong?
"Do you realize what this means?" Johnson looked at the mathematician worriedly. "I have to report this to the CIA. I'm sorry."
"But why? What does this have to do with national security?" asked Thomas.
"I can't tell you. In fact, it's--" Suddenly a shot rang out, and Thomas watched in horror as the Dean of Mathematics slumped forward, a surprised look on his face. He caught Johnson in his arms as half a dozen more shots were fired into the office, and dragged him frantically behind a desk.
He looked down and saw that the shirt was red. That was bad. Then he saw that the redness was spreading. That was very bad. The shots stopped, but Thomas' ears kept ringing.
"The...Omega number..." gasped Johnson.
"Don't talk! Save your strength!"
"I'm dead...anyway...you have to...tell the CIA...can't let...the Soviets...know...about the hole...the weaknesses...in our mathematical...model..."
The dean stopped, gave a pitiful little gasp, and went limp in Thomas' arms.
It's not his best work by any means. But it was oddly prophetic.
Just what the heck is a white paper? I mean, is there any sort of accepted standard, or idea of what should be in it, or is a white paper just whatever gets called a white paper?
NEW YORK (AP) -- In a move that signals a new direction for sports entertainment, Vince McMahon, owner of the World Wrestling Federation and the Extreme Football League, announced today that he had successfully purchased the National Aeronautics and Space Administration from the United States government. President Bush, ignoring the pleas of NASA Administrator Daniel Goldin, approved the deal as part of his administration's move to make government agencies pay their own way.
"This is a great day for this organization," said McMahon. "I think that the merger of sports entertainment and space research is a no-brainer. It can only work to the benefit of everyone. And The Rock has been after me for a while to give him something more science-oriented to do. I think he'd be a natural in Martian geology, or maybe even tracking solar magnetic field variations."
Goldin, however, had a different view. "I can't believe this is happening. We've got a space station to take care of, a dozen extra-planetary missions and the Hubble telescope on the go right now, and I'm supposed to make room somehow for some wrestler on my data analysis team?"
McMahon's attention had been drawn to NASA by its recent sponsorship of robot battle contests, originally intended to interest high school students in science. "Once I saw that," said McMahon at the press conference, "the wheels just started turning. I mean, come on! They weren't doing pay-per-view on that thing -- just sending it out free on the net!"
As newly-appointed Big Kahuna of NASA, McMahon took the opportunity to announce that future astronauts would need new abilities and skills. "Yes, flight experience is important. But so is hair. And you've got to have a schtick, some sort of hook to keep viewers watching. And I don't even want to hear from you if you can't take a fall without getting hurt."
Free Software Foundation guru Richard M. Stallman could not be reached for comment. A source close to the programmer said that he was "busy working on his Iranian throat lock."
A fellow named Troy Kellogg managed to hack an actual Atari 2600 console into the dashboard of his 1978 Volkswagen.
Luxury. I had to solder my VIC-20 to the front of my 3-speed. I carry around the car battery that powers it on my back. When the acid leaks, it hurts. But at least I have my email.
Machine code? Geez, you wanna go part-time on us, you just say the word...
I hand-filed gears, sprockets, cogs and pistons for my own Babbage Difference Engine, arranged for shipping for thirteen metric tonnes of high-grade coal from China, and blew my own glass cooling jackets from Nova Scotia beach sand. The result is the fastest goddamned shopping cart program on the net.
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Excellent points. Actually, I do remember (dimly...I've had some wine tonight) running top on the 486, and it was pretty much all X and XSVGA-blah-blah-blah...it's been a few months (since upgraded the 486 running X over Ethernet to a 200MHz Pentium running apps directly) since running the configuration I mentioned in the post. But yeah, I think you're right: the compression & enryption asked too much. The main reason I went w/SSH was because of the easy setup of X forwarding. Well, that and a certain paranoia about the firewall I'm running my computers behind...might as well be safe rather than sorry, right?
LOL...good troll.
Had a 486dx33, 16mb of ram, don't rem. the video card but it was 2mb of ram; ssh'ing into a 90 MHz pentium, 48mb of ram. The 486 was used by my wife (just got married, and boy does that word sound weird) to run Netscape, mainly, w/IceWM as a nice low-end WM.
What we found was that it was pretty slow, actually. We'd done a full install of Debian onto the 486, so we didn't have to use NFS or bootp or the like. I'd say 75% of the time she was the only one running X on my computer (the 90 MHz Pentium), so it wasn't like my underpowered box was trying to run two servers/clients (can't rem. the proper terminology right now) at the same time. And the two computers were connected w/10Mb/s Ethernet cables. But...
Well, we found it was slow: slow to display new pages (ADSL connection at home, so bandwidth wasn't the problem), slow to display new pages, and slow in general. I would listen to my computer run while she loaded pages, and there wasn't a lot of swapping, so I don't think it was that. If I had to guess at the bottleneck I would say it was running SSH on a 486 (one other thing: we were running ssh -c blowfish, so the cipher used would be less processor intensive).
That said, can anyone else offer any insight here?
Just my $0.02. Ignore the flamebait; it's good to be back here.
Witness: ...and then I had to find out who won Survivor from a newspaper! [Witness breaks down sobbing]
Plaintiff's Attorney: Yes, I'm sorry...it must have been very hard. INow you know I don't want to do this, but I need you to describe for the court, in your own words, what kind of depraved, foul-smelling, leech-like --
Defense Attorney: Objection, your honour! My client is not leech-like!
Judge: Overruled.
Plaintiff's Attorney: Thank you, your honour. As I was saying -- leech-like, hideous, indescribable monster you think could possibly deprive you of the wholesome, innocent joys of childhood by taking away television.
http://selenium.dowco.com/report.html
I recently jumped from a string of food retail jobs to (at last!) a Real Computer Job as tech support at a small ISP. I finally made the jump after getting absolutely sick and tired of having to deal with customers all the time; I was getting quite bitter and jaded. Now, I'm working in a tech job, it's cool neat and fun, but there's still the customer service part. It's a lot less than my old jobs, and there's a lot of other things about this job I really like that more than make up for it, but it's still there and it's still a significant part.
The place I work at has a POP in a nearby city with a huge community of retirees -- and believe me, nothing taxes your (or at least my) patience more than having to deal with someone who a) is the biggest newbie ever, b) has slow, slow reflexes, and c) can't much see the screen to start with. I realize that's more than a little cruel on my part, but it's part of the job...and how are you going to handle it? Does it not bother you all that much, or (like me) are you going to want to reach out and strangle them? Can you keep your temper while telling someone for the nth time that, yes, you click twice to double-click, and the Networking icon really is there?
Fortunately these calls aren't the majority, or I'd really go crazy. And they're a good 90 minute drive away, so it's not like I'll see them at the grocery store. But it sounds like you're talking about a pretty small town -- how are you going to deal with that?
Vancouver, BC.
I work at a mid-sized ISP, and what I've heard is that a couple construction companies here are doing that at work sites: point a camera at the delivery entrance, and stream everything back to the office and save it on disk. Works wonders on keeping sub-contractors honest, apparently; when they say, "Oh yeah, we had that concrete ready at 10am but there was no one there", they just whip out the zip disk or whatever and show the mixer showing up at noon. I understand it's been a big hit, and is letting us sell a few ISDN lines more than we used to...
A lot of our customer's are in Canada's Bible Belt (Abbotsford, Chilliwack, Mission -- British Columbia), and let me tell you: you haven't heard moral outrage until you've heard an offended Xtian mother complain about receiving Hot Slippery Teens in her mailbox...
You're hired!
Not just the grammar, but the whole thought process that lead to that sentence is absolutely atrocious. I'm doing badly now, but only 'cos it's Saturday night and I've killed the better part of a big ol' bottle of wine. If I wrote something like that (or like this) on Monday or Tuesday, with someone paying me upteen bux/hr, I'd be truly appalled.
Amazon.com still claims that this has no bearing on their patent for a single-click fractal.
I am now blessing your karma...
"Do you realize what this means?" Johnson looked at the mathematician worriedly. "I have to report this to the CIA. I'm sorry."
"But why? What does this have to do with national security?" asked Thomas.
"I can't tell you. In fact, it's--" Suddenly a shot rang out, and Thomas watched in horror as the Dean of Mathematics slumped forward, a surprised look on his face. He caught Johnson in his arms as half a dozen more shots were fired into the office, and dragged him frantically behind a desk.
He looked down and saw that the shirt was red. That was bad. Then he saw that the redness was spreading. That was very bad. The shots stopped, but Thomas' ears kept ringing.
"The...Omega number..." gasped Johnson.
"Don't talk! Save your strength!"
"I'm dead...anyway...you have to...tell the CIA...can't let...the Soviets...know...about the hole...the weaknesses...in our mathematical...model..."
The dean stopped, gave a pitiful little gasp, and went limp in Thomas' arms.
It's not his best work by any means. But it was oddly prophetic.
Just what the heck is a white paper? I mean, is there any sort of accepted standard, or idea of what should be in it, or is a white paper just whatever gets called a white paper?
"This is a great day for this organization," said McMahon. "I think that the merger of sports entertainment and space research is a no-brainer. It can only work to the benefit of everyone. And The Rock has been after me for a while to give him something more science-oriented to do. I think he'd be a natural in Martian geology, or maybe even tracking solar magnetic field variations."
Goldin, however, had a different view. "I can't believe this is happening. We've got a space station to take care of, a dozen extra-planetary missions and the Hubble telescope on the go right now, and I'm supposed to make room somehow for some wrestler on my data analysis team?"
McMahon's attention had been drawn to NASA by its recent sponsorship of robot battle contests, originally intended to interest high school students in science. "Once I saw that," said McMahon at the press conference, "the wheels just started turning. I mean, come on! They weren't doing pay-per-view on that thing -- just sending it out free on the net!"
As newly-appointed Big Kahuna of NASA, McMahon took the opportunity to announce that future astronauts would need new abilities and skills. "Yes, flight experience is important. But so is hair. And you've got to have a schtick, some sort of hook to keep viewers watching. And I don't even want to hear from you if you can't take a fall without getting hurt."
Free Software Foundation guru Richard M. Stallman could not be reached for comment. A source close to the programmer said that he was "busy working on his Iranian throat lock."
LOL...
Luxury. I had to solder my VIC-20 to the front of my 3-speed. I carry around the car battery that powers it on my back. When the acid leaks, it hurts. But at least I have my email.
I hand-filed gears, sprockets, cogs and pistons for my own Babbage Difference Engine, arranged for shipping for thirteen metric tonnes of high-grade coal from China, and blew my own glass cooling jackets from Nova Scotia beach sand. The result is the fastest goddamned shopping cart program on the net.