Is to lure GOdzilla, by means of radiation trails, to Afhganistan. Once there, drop leafles on the Afghanis telling them GOdzilla is the CHristian God in Earthly form.
JIHAD! and then GOdilla angers, POOF, Crispy TUrbans all 'round.
Two Pentium Pros, each running at 233MHz, with 1 meg L2 cache, on a 66MHz bus! With 1 *gig* of RAM, a 2 gig hard drive, and QNX RTOS 6.1.0!
Bow down, using the formula of each successive generation of Pentium being.8 as fast as the last, my box is like having two Pentium IV 875MHz, or put more simply, ONE 1.75GHZ PENTIUM IV!!!
It rox out on my dual-Pentium Pro 200/512 with 512 RAM it is fucking tighter than... well, of course Malda's asshole... tighter than... an Olsen Twin? nah.... tighter than... hm... NIgerian customs cavity search rooms?
ANyway I isntalled it last night and i sported a boner the rest of the night, it eas that good.
With a twinkle in his eye and a skip in his step, RMS slammed his sky-blue Chevette's rusted-out car door and turned on heel toward the MIT Zoo entrance. Today was a Sunday, and RMS had decided the daily stresses of Free Software, the GPL, and his "crazy drug habits" could go away for just one afternoon while he enjoyed the zoo.
"That'll be twenty-five dollars, sir," the lady at the admission booth said glumly. She looked at RMS expectantly.
"I was expecting this zoo to be Free," RMS stated loudly, eyes darting around to gauge onlookers' reactions. There was none. RMS's capital F had went unnoticed. "Can you ensure me that this money will not help fund--"
The admissions lady cut him off. "Twenty-five dollars, or twenty bucks with a Mr. Pibb can," the lady cut in.
With a grumble and shake of his beard, RMS handed over twenty five of his hard-earned dollars. Considering that the GPL works to unemploy programmers, one must wonder where this money came from...
By evening, RMS found himself in front of the penguin exhibit. He felt himself start to sweat, which would have been no surprise-- his thick, full, grizzly beard must be worth a thousand down comforters-- except that he was wearing only a pair of nylon biking shorts and a travel pack around his waist. He stared at his hands. What was wrong?
"AWWWK!" a nearby bird offered. RMS wheeled in the direction the screech had come from. He was met with the steely, unfeeling stares of a penguin. "AWK! Ooooh God, the penguin said AWK... lord, lord lord, it's LINUX. THE PENGUIN IS TUX!" RMS blurted out. He felt dizzy, and cold sweat now washed over his brittle, hairy chest. He looked this way and that. From nearby a bird again squawked.
"AWWWWWWWWWWWWWWWWWWWWWWWWK"
RMS ran as fast as his atrophied hippy-programmer legs could carry him, right thru a gate and into an exhibit. He realized what he had done, and before he could turn around, he heard a low, ominous sound. Like the Devil's riding mower. "MOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOO" RMS gasped.
MOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOO!!!
He was standing in the Gnu section, and it seemed these bull yaks were in rut and ready to mate with the first hairy thing with a hole in its center they found. Bad luck for RMS and his beard. Just then he felt cloven hooves push him down...
I began my notorious career in trolling because I thought it would be fun to get reactions out of the regular Slashdot readers. To doing so I've posted trick links to corpses, written paranoid, homoerotic articles on members of the Open Source community, and in general made a pest out of myself by violating others' good taste and personal value.
Probably the most immediately disturbing of my habits, as I noted above, is posting articles that detail a false gay homosexual past for members of the software community, such as ESR, Rob Malda, Alan Cox, RMS, and others. Usually in these stories I create, the main character is a desperate homosexual who commits acts of sodomy left and right, without remorse for his actions. I make people who truly care seem like vice-ridden, unconsciousable monsters!
This stuff just is not funny; in fact, my own son stumbled across my comments one day and has been leary of me ever since and won't call or visit. I'll never forgive myself for the chasm between us.
I now realize how disgusting and even damaging unintentionally looking at a gutted human corpse or reading graphic descriptions about anal sex with men can be.
It is my sincere hope that CmdrTaco, the other Slashdot staff, and you, the reader, can find it in your conscience to forgive me for the awful things I have done to the Slashdot community.
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Amen. It degenerates each individual organ, mostly irreversibly.
Not fun to think about, made me quit smoking cold turkey.
SHe still lives on carbs. The human digestive system optimally creates glucose from carbs, be they starch or simple r complex sugars...
Though the body can turn protein and fat into glucose, it'll take carbs-- diabetic or not-- every time.
Is to lure GOdzilla, by means of radiation trails, to Afhganistan. Once there, drop leafles on the Afghanis telling them GOdzilla is the CHristian God in Earthly form.
JIHAD! and then GOdilla angers, POOF, Crispy TUrbans all 'round.
Any takers?
I have a killer setup--
.8 as fast as the last, my box is like having two Pentium IV 875MHz, or put more simply, ONE 1.75GHZ PENTIUM IV!!!
Two Pentium Pros, each running at 233MHz, with 1 meg L2 cache, on a 66MHz bus! With 1 *gig* of RAM, a 2 gig hard drive, and QNX RTOS 6.1.0!
Bow down, using the formula of each successive generation of Pentium being
Remember, the unsupported X utility only supports 10 right now and may break with 10.1.
email the author and offer to test 10.1 usage with him!
The photoshop is a realworld test, but if you want a CPU v. CPU war, look at it this way-- the Intel CPU is crippled by runing Windows or Linux.
So either way it's unfair... go download the PDF of the 604e user man, and tell me which is better!!!
POWERPC 4 EVER
I've had wet dreams about running one of Apple's beasts with a gig of RAM since '97.
The PowerPC 604e is still a powerful chip, save that its clock remains at 300MHz in my system-- with a 50MHz bus.
Just as fast as a 500MHz PIII though, I own both.
$300! I snatched it from eBay. And I'm getting another 4 GB hard drive, I may do RAID 1 or 2.
Darwin costs nothing, btw, and Darwin 1.4 is about to be released, it kicks NetBSD's ass.
And a 64 meg video card for $600 is a bit much. Maybe you're not as smart as you think you are.
I have a Power Mac 8600/300, with 1 *GIG* of RAM. I am going to attempt to get Mac OS 10.1 to run on it.
How many of you have a machine anywhere near comparable to mine?
Bow down, Lintel lusers!
QuickTrip has these awesome 52oz coller mugs and I just downed one's worth of water.
Legend tells of a 64oz mug having been sold there many moons ago.
I will go pee now.
Looks like I struck a chord within some moderator-censor (heretofore to be known as "censorators").
Perhaps this particular censorator was a Jew, eh?
If America would stop (unwittingly) conspiring with the and (purposely) supporting the Jew, we wouldn't have wars looming over us.
Remember: with Jews, you lose.
I just watched Amadeus tonight.
I watched it naked while eating grilld portabella and steak. Fuck was it good.
I also got a switchbox. Four PCs, one monitor. Kickass.
QNX RTOS 6.1.
You could use QNX RTOS 6.1.
... well, of course Malda's asshole... tighter than... an Olsen Twin? nah.... tighter than... hm... NIgerian customs cavity search rooms?
It rox out on my dual-Pentium Pro 200/512 with 512 RAM it is fucking tighter than
ANyway I isntalled it last night and i sported a boner the rest of the night, it eas that good.
QNX 6.1, faggots. Forgtet Linux.
is GAY.
My comments don't show up on my user page, or anywhere.
WTF!?
With a twinkle in his eye and a skip in his step, RMS slammed his sky-blue Chevette's rusted-out car door and turned on heel toward the MIT Zoo entrance. Today was a Sunday, and RMS had decided the daily stresses of Free Software, the GPL, and his "crazy drug habits" could go away for just one afternoon while he enjoyed the zoo.
"That'll be twenty-five dollars, sir," the lady at the admission booth said glumly. She looked at RMS expectantly.
"I was expecting this zoo to be Free," RMS stated loudly, eyes darting around to gauge onlookers' reactions. There was none. RMS's capital F had went unnoticed. "Can you ensure me that this money will not help fund--"
The admissions lady cut him off. "Twenty-five dollars, or twenty bucks with a Mr. Pibb can," the lady cut in.
With a grumble and shake of his beard, RMS handed over twenty five of his hard-earned dollars. Considering that the GPL works to unemploy programmers, one must wonder where this money came from...
By evening, RMS found himself in front of the penguin exhibit. He felt himself start to sweat, which would have been no surprise-- his thick, full, grizzly beard must be worth a thousand down comforters-- except that he was wearing only a pair of nylon biking shorts and a travel pack around his waist. He stared at his hands. What was wrong?
"AWWWK!" a nearby bird offered. RMS wheeled in the direction the screech had come from. He was met with the steely, unfeeling stares of a penguin. "AWK! Ooooh God, the penguin said AWK... lord, lord lord, it's LINUX. THE PENGUIN IS TUX!" RMS blurted out. He felt dizzy, and cold sweat now washed over his brittle, hairy chest. He looked this way and that. From nearby a bird again squawked.
"AWWWWWWWWWWWWWWWWWWWWWWWWK"
RMS ran as fast as his atrophied hippy-programmer legs could carry him, right thru a gate and into an exhibit. He realized what he had done, and before he could turn around, he heard a low, ominous sound. Like the Devil's riding mower. "MOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOO" RMS gasped.
MOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOO!!!
He was standing in the Gnu section, and it seemed these bull yaks were in rut and ready to mate with the first hairy thing with a hole in its center they found. Bad luck for RMS and his beard. Just then he felt cloven hooves push him down...
part two soon to follow...
Hi.
I began my notorious career in trolling because I thought it would be fun to get reactions out of the regular Slashdot readers. To doing so I've posted trick links to corpses, written paranoid, homoerotic articles on members of the Open Source community, and in general made a pest out of myself by violating others' good taste and personal value.
Probably the most immediately disturbing of my habits, as I noted above, is posting articles that detail a false gay homosexual past for members of the software community, such as ESR, Rob Malda, Alan Cox, RMS, and others. Usually in these stories I create, the main character is a desperate homosexual who commits acts of sodomy left and right, without remorse for his actions. I make people who truly care seem like vice-ridden, unconsciousable monsters!
This stuff just is not funny; in fact, my own son stumbled across my comments one day and has been leary of me ever since and won't call or visit. I'll never forgive myself for the chasm between us.
I now realize how disgusting and even damaging unintentionally looking at a gutted human corpse or reading graphic descriptions about anal sex with men can be.
It is my sincere hope that CmdrTaco, the other Slashdot staff, and you, the reader, can find it in your conscience to forgive me for the awful things I have done to the Slashdot community.
Thank you.