Yup. In Hong Kong, prior to the switch to 8 digit numbers (in 91? 92?) this was true. In a sense it still is, but now you have to append another digit to the number indicating whether the number is on HK island or Kowloon.
Maybe not too complex, but they look pretty small. If she's anything like your average 3 year old don't risk it. Unless of course you're a firm believer in natural selection. You know... the kid who swallows too many atollos doesn't grow up to have kids of their own.
Funny stuff in itself, but the SecurityFocus story explores the harm that could come from a trusted news site being easily hacked in these times."
What about a "trusted" news site spewing forth crap by itself....like oh government and corporate propaganda, misinformation, and happy stuff like that? Oh wait, they're doing it in our best interests. To reassure us that everything is ok, while our civil liberties are stripped away one by one.
Yesterday, an AC posted what I consider the most insightful essay on this tragedy, and unfortunately it was moderated to oblivion. Yes folks, this kicks the mainstream media's collective ass when it comes to commentary.
The most obvious way around it is to use some other comminications technique.
As a Bad Person and ringleader of a midwestern Bad Person Underground Society Cell, I couldn't agree more. For the last several years we have been using carrier pigeons. We are currently training squirrels to provide ground communications, and are extremely happy with the results so far.
...most of us have trouble with are the Phat Pipes you folks can afford.
I hope you're referring to their "phat" net connection, and not the crack pipes that some of the editors and quite a few of the moderators toke.
$3 crack isn't that expensive, you see. But in either case I will agree, most of us have a problem with it.
Re:Kudos to Slashdot and the Slashteam
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Handling the Loads
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· Score: 1
it was Slashdot I came back to for my info feed/dump
Mr. Wolf,
It has been said that what separates humans from "lower" life forms is that we don't shit where we eat, or rather: dump where we feed. Though, and I'm sure many will agree, there are many turds in the grain trough here on Slashdot. Then again, wolves are cleaner than many species in this respect, so I'm curious why one would engage in such unsanitary behavior.
"Do you like what you doth see . . . ?" said the voluptuous elf-maiden
as she provocatively parted the folds of her robe to reveal the rounded,
shadowy glories within. Frito's throat was dry, though his head reeled
with desire and ale.
She slipped off the flimsy garment and strode toward the fascinated
boggie unashamed of her nakedness. She ran a perfect hand along his hairy
toes, and he helplessly watched them curl with the fierce insistent
wanting of her.
"Let me make thee more comfortable," she whispered hoarsely, fiddling
with the clasps of his jerkin, loosening his sword belt with a laugh.
"Touch me, oh touch me," she crooned.
Frito's hand, as though of its own will, reached out and traced the
delicate swelling of her elf-breast, while the other slowly crept around
her tiny, flawless waist, crushing her to his barrel chest.
"Toes, I love hairy toes," she moaned, forcing him down on the
silvered carpet. Her tiny, pink toes caressed the luxuriant fur of his
instep while Frito's nose sought out the warmth of her precious elf-
navel.
"But I'm so small and hairy, and . . . and you're so beautiful," Frito
whimpered, slipping clumsily out of his crossed garters.
The elf-maiden said nothing, but only sighed deep in her throat and held
him more firmly to her faunlike body. "There is one thing you must do for
me first," she whispered into one tufted ear.
"Anything," sobbed Frito, growing frantic with his need. "Anything!"
She closed her eyes and then opened them to the ceiling. "The Ring," she
said. "I must have your Ring."
Frito's whole body tensed. "Oh no," he cried, "not that! Anything but .
. . that."
"I must have it," she said both tenderly and fiercely. "I must have the
Ring!"
Frito's eyes blurred with tears and confusion. "I can't," he said. "I
mustn't!"
But he knew resolve was no longer strong in him. Slowly, the elf-
maiden's hand inched toward the chain in his vest pocket, closer and
closer it came to the Ring Frito had guarded so faithfully . . .
I used to be like you. But I just gave up. Now I use a perl script to convert my plain text messages to prismatic, bold, italic, underlined, visually obscene messages littered with random mispelings and profuse punctuation!!!?!!!??
And you know what? I have lots of friends now, and I regularly sleep with two beautiful women at once. I've got another perl script that filters their cruft into my own vanilla format. You might say I've developed my own private babelfish. Things are good for me. They could be good for you too.
Now take off the paradigmatic Kuhnian hat of revolutionary scientific philosophization, and try on this colorful Dr. Seuss one. Ahh yes, good. Now tell us:
How did it get so late so soon?
It's night before it's afternoon.
December is here before it's June.
My goodness how the time has flewn.
How did it get so late so soon?
ok. it's slashdotted so I didn't see the case.
Was it Van Halen-ified: painted bright red with stripes of electrical tape all over it, like Eddie VH did to his guitar way back when. It'd be fitting, with 5150 being the title of the VH album/tune.
Slashdot Mirror
This cyber court you speak of, it already exists. We call it slashdot. All we need to do is tie it into the legal system somehow.
It's kinda tricky, but it involves several highly reflective mirrors. The best part? No batteries are required.
Someone, quick, moderate this either:
+1 Enteresting or
+1 Enformative
;-)
Yeah. It's your rat.
Personally, I stand by Patrick Henry "Give me liberty, or give me death."
Whereas I prefer "Give me ambiguity, or give me something else."
Agreed. But I hear the Russians are still really into "ABC-123". They couldn't afford to pay Michael so they settled for Tito.
Yup. In Hong Kong, prior to the switch to 8 digit numbers (in 91? 92?) this was true. In a sense it still is, but now you have to append another digit to the number indicating whether the number is on HK island or Kowloon.
Maybe not too complex, but they look pretty small. If she's anything like your average 3 year old don't risk it. Unless of course you're a firm believer in natural selection. You know... the kid who swallows too many atollos doesn't grow up to have kids of their own.
My stroke preference:
A lady's hand on schlong: five.
On the keyboard: one.
Funny stuff in itself, but the SecurityFocus story explores the harm that could come from a trusted news site being easily hacked in these times."
What about a "trusted" news site spewing forth crap by itself....like oh government and corporate propaganda, misinformation, and happy stuff like that? Oh wait, they're doing it in our best interests. To reassure us that everything is ok, while our civil liberties are stripped away one by one.
Yay!
That's all well and good,
but 31337 h4x0r3z prefer
the classic <BR>
The use of
is like a haiku, you see.
Don't use autowrap!
Remember, my fellow citizens of the civilized world: Terrorists put the "gory" in "algorythm".
Well, to prevent this I would suggest installing a "crypto backdoor".
Sorry, I couldn't resist.
Yeah. And "232134th post! Woop!" just doesn't have a nice ring to it.
Read it here.
Mr. Driver, whoever you are, I salute you. Mr. Katz, you could learn a thing or two from this guy. Actually, we all could.
As a Bad Person and ringleader of a midwestern Bad Person Underground Society Cell, I couldn't agree more. For the last several years we have been using carrier pigeons. We are currently training squirrels to provide ground communications, and are extremely happy with the results so far.
I hope you're referring to their "phat" net connection, and not the crack pipes that some of the editors and quite a few of the moderators toke.
$3 crack isn't that expensive, you see. But in either case I will agree, most of us have a problem with it.
Mr. Wolf,
It has been said that what separates humans from "lower" life forms is that we don't shit where we eat, or rather: dump where we feed. Though, and I'm sure many will agree, there are many turds in the grain trough here on Slashdot. Then again, wolves are cleaner than many species in this respect, so I'm curious why one would engage in such unsanitary behavior.
She slipped off the flimsy garment and strode toward the fascinated boggie unashamed of her nakedness. She ran a perfect hand along his hairy toes, and he helplessly watched them curl with the fierce insistent wanting of her.
"Let me make thee more comfortable," she whispered hoarsely, fiddling with the clasps of his jerkin, loosening his sword belt with a laugh. "Touch me, oh touch me," she crooned.
Frito's hand, as though of its own will, reached out and traced the delicate swelling of her elf-breast, while the other slowly crept around her tiny, flawless waist, crushing her to his barrel chest.
"Toes, I love hairy toes," she moaned, forcing him down on the silvered carpet. Her tiny, pink toes caressed the luxuriant fur of his instep while Frito's nose sought out the warmth of her precious elf- navel.
"But I'm so small and hairy, and . . . and you're so beautiful," Frito whimpered, slipping clumsily out of his crossed garters.
The elf-maiden said nothing, but only sighed deep in her throat and held him more firmly to her faunlike body. "There is one thing you must do for me first," she whispered into one tufted ear.
"Anything," sobbed Frito, growing frantic with his need. "Anything!"
She closed her eyes and then opened them to the ceiling. "The Ring," she said. "I must have your Ring."
Frito's whole body tensed. "Oh no," he cried, "not that! Anything but . . . that."
"I must have it," she said both tenderly and fiercely. "I must have the Ring!"
Frito's eyes blurred with tears and confusion. "I can't," he said. "I mustn't!"
But he knew resolve was no longer strong in him. Slowly, the elf- maiden's hand inched toward the chain in his vest pocket, closer and closer it came to the Ring Frito had guarded so faithfully . . .
And you know what? I have lots of friends now, and I regularly sleep with two beautiful women at once. I've got another perl script that filters their cruft into my own vanilla format. You might say I've developed my own private babelfish. Things are good for me. They could be good for you too.
Embrace and extend, grasshopper.
Oh... Jeremy Glick. Not Jiminy? Nevermind.
You must be using the new nntp interface to slashdot. Isn't it nice?
Down with the webserver regime!
How did it get so late so soon?
It's night before it's afternoon.
December is here before it's June.
My goodness how the time has flewn.
How did it get so late so soon?
ok. it's slashdotted so I didn't see the case. Was it Van Halen-ified: painted bright red with stripes of electrical tape all over it, like Eddie VH did to his guitar way back when. It'd be fitting, with 5150 being the title of the VH album/tune.