This is the complete and unabridged story of my relationship with Katy Johnson, known to my friends and her fans as Miss Vermont. I normally don't like writing about the specific details of relationships or hook-ups for many reasons, but this is an exception. After putting up the giant hypocrisy that is her webpage, she has to be ready for what I write.
I must prepare you, in advance, for what you are about to read...it is as ridiculous and surreal as anything I have have ever written, and possibly anything you have ever read. This relationship was outlandish even by Tucker Max standards. You may not believe some of what is written here. To that, I can only tell you that I have several witnesses to most of the events here, and the wedding was, well, a wedding, so there were hundreds of people there.
Furthermore, this is a long story, because I didn't want to leave out any of the details, lest the story seem forced or less amazing that it really was.
And to Katy: Even though you haven't responded to the email I sent you, I know you check this site every few weeks. You are welcome to email me with corrections or additions to the story. If I got something wrong or left something out, please let me know and I'll be happy to change it. In fact, I'll go farther. If you want to write your own version of our relationship, I swear to my god, that I will post it, COMPLETELY UNABRIDGED, right next to mine. This is your opportunity to rebut anything I say here.
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The summer after law school graduation, I moved to Boca Raton, Florida and took a job managing my father's restaurants. I wasn't really expecting to meet a girl I would like, as the general intellectual level of South Florida is somewhere above "functionally retarded." After I had been in Boca about two months, I hadn't really had any sort of relationship other than emotionally uninvolved sex with morally suspicious girls, and I eventually resigned myself to vacant sex with the vapid idiots that infest South Florida.
One day I was at my gym, The Athletic Club of Boca Raton. It is a massive airplane hanger of a building; a gym, health club, spa, lounge and restaurant rolled into one. Basically, it's the type of place where guttural grunts and flexing underneath tight shiny shirts passes for foreplay. Welcome to Florida. For several years it's been the "in" place to workout in Boca, one of the primest meat markets in a town full of butcher shops. I usually tried to avoid peak hours and the throngs of scantily clad gold-digging whores positioning themselves for fifth husbands. Don't mistake me--staring at dozens of immense fake breasts spilling out of sports bras is fun for a while, but it gets old quick, especially when those breasts are attached to faces that tell the story vacant personalities do not. These women have circled the drain a few times, and no manner of plastic surgery or trips to the spa can hide that despair that years of whorish behavior and emotional prostitution leaves in the eyes.
I was in the free weight section of the gym, and one girl kept catching my eye, more for what she wasn't showing rather than what she was. She had a navy blue hat on, pulled tight over her face, a loose fitting white cotton T-shirt, and green basketball shorts. Not the standard Boca female gym outfit. Staring at her between sets, I realized that she was very attractive. By trying to hide that attractiveness, she became even better looking. The logo on her shorts said, "Vermont Law," which gave me the perfect in. My law degree would finally get some good use.
I approached her as she paused between sets, and asked if she had attended law school at Vermont. She told me she didn't, that she went to undergrad there, but that she was attending Stetson for law school. I told her I just graduated from law school at Duke, and the look on her face told me all I needed to know. It was about 7:30, she was obviously into me, so I decided throw my hat in the ring:
heh. once, when i was a little boy maybe 2 months old a really hot college girl gave me a kiss. it happened again a week later, but that was it.
therefore i claim all the girls love me.
that's the problem with your post - two people converting to Linux on their own doesn't neccessarily represent the vast majority out there. for every two you can come up with, i can think of ten others who are not only befuddled by Linux, but even Windows also.
Sure, but ignorance is bliss, and bliss to most is worth paying for.
In short, people love Windows since they don't know any better. And they'll continue to love and pay for Windows.
What makes you think getting Linux preinstalled will cause the clueless to magically become informed? They still won't realize why Linux is better, but it's different enough to confuse them.
The solution isn't to shove Linux down the throats of those who can't effectively use it. The solution is to make Linux more usable.
How about, since there are so many IPs in IPv6 anyway, doing away with ports altogether?
Ditch TCP in favor of a better protocol, and assign an IP to each application instance?
Makes implementation of a network stack easier, because now IP doesn't have to reach into the transport layer to grab port #'s when sending, say, ICMP responses.
You're living in the past. The Internet today is an international entity (witness the plethora of differing views on Slashdot) and hence ip allocation should too reflect that reality.
Quote: "I know if I had even a thousandth of his net worth you'd never see me in an office ever again. I'm sure all but a handful of sane people would say the same."
Ever wonder why there's a reason why he's rich and you're not?
No, Buffet is the least diverse. He has repeatedly stated that until he dies, he will keep 99.9% of his wealth invested in his company, Berkshire Hathaway.
In fact, I think he still drives an old beat up car and lives in the same tiny house he bought in the 1950's.
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The Miss Vermont Story
This is the complete and unabridged story of my relationship with Katy Johnson, known to my friends and her fans as Miss Vermont. I normally don't like writing about the specific details of relationships or hook-ups for many reasons, but this is an exception. After putting up the giant hypocrisy that is her webpage, she has to be ready for what I write.
I must prepare you, in advance, for what you are about to read...it is as ridiculous and surreal as anything I have have ever written, and possibly anything you have ever read. This relationship was outlandish even by Tucker Max standards. You may not believe some of what is written here. To that, I can only tell you that I have several witnesses to most of the events here, and the wedding was, well, a wedding, so there were hundreds of people there.
Furthermore, this is a long story, because I didn't want to leave out any of the details, lest the story seem forced or less amazing that it really was.
And to Katy: Even though you haven't responded to the email I sent you, I know you check this site every few weeks. You are welcome to email me with corrections or additions to the story. If I got something wrong or left something out, please let me know and I'll be happy to change it. In fact, I'll go farther. If you want to write your own version of our relationship, I swear to my god, that I will post it, COMPLETELY UNABRIDGED, right next to mine. This is your opportunity to rebut anything I say here.
_____________________
The summer after law school graduation, I moved to Boca Raton, Florida and took a job managing my father's restaurants. I wasn't really expecting to meet a girl I would like, as the general intellectual level of South Florida is somewhere above "functionally retarded." After I had been in Boca about two months, I hadn't really had any sort of relationship other than emotionally uninvolved sex with morally suspicious girls, and I eventually resigned myself to vacant sex with the vapid idiots that infest South Florida.
One day I was at my gym, The Athletic Club of Boca Raton. It is a massive airplane hanger of a building; a gym, health club, spa, lounge and restaurant rolled into one. Basically, it's the type of place where guttural grunts and flexing underneath tight shiny shirts passes for foreplay. Welcome to Florida. For several years it's been the "in" place to workout in Boca, one of the primest meat markets in a town full of butcher shops. I usually tried to avoid peak hours and the throngs of scantily clad gold-digging whores positioning themselves for fifth husbands. Don't mistake me--staring at dozens of immense fake breasts spilling out of sports bras is fun for a while, but it gets old quick, especially when those breasts are attached to faces that tell the story vacant personalities do not. These women have circled the drain a few times, and no manner of plastic surgery or trips to the spa can hide that despair that years of whorish behavior and emotional prostitution leaves in the eyes.
I was in the free weight section of the gym, and one girl kept catching my eye, more for what she wasn't showing rather than what she was. She had a navy blue hat on, pulled tight over her face, a loose fitting white cotton T-shirt, and green basketball shorts. Not the standard Boca female gym outfit. Staring at her between sets, I realized that she was very attractive. By trying to hide that attractiveness, she became even better looking. The logo on her shorts said, "Vermont Law," which gave me the perfect in. My law degree would finally get some good use.
I approached her as she paused between sets, and asked if she had attended law school at Vermont. She told me she didn't, that she went to undergrad there, but that she was attending Stetson for law school. I told her I just graduated from law school at Duke, and the look on her face told me all I needed to know. It was about 7:30, she was obviously into me, so I decided throw my hat in the ring:
"So, wha
heh. once, when i was a little boy maybe 2 months old a really hot college girl gave me a kiss. it happened again a week later, but that was it.
therefore i claim all the girls love me.
that's the problem with your post - two people converting to Linux on their own doesn't neccessarily represent the vast majority out there. for every two you can come up with, i can think of ten others who are not only befuddled by Linux, but even Windows also.
Sure, but ignorance is bliss, and bliss to most is worth paying for.
In short, people love Windows since they don't know any better. And they'll continue to love and pay for Windows.
What makes you think getting Linux preinstalled will cause the clueless to magically become informed? They still won't realize why Linux is better, but it's different enough to confuse them.
The solution isn't to shove Linux down the throats of those who can't effectively use it. The solution is to make Linux more usable.
Who's gonna pay $850 for a Linux desktop when they can get a Windows one for $399 from Dell?
Don't forget that we're talking about India, where textbooks go for ~$5 each, 95% off what they cost here.
When per capita income is $2540, $850 is A LOT of money.
"It's not like Nintendo is blamed everytime an Italian becomes a plumber."
/. editor worth a damn....
Hahahahaha....CowboyNeal is the only
Yeah, I think this is actually done quite commonly when a semi-orderly input is expected.
How about, since there are so many IPs in IPv6 anyway, doing away with ports altogether?
Ditch TCP in favor of a better protocol, and assign an IP to each application instance?
Makes implementation of a network stack easier, because now IP doesn't have to reach into the transport layer to grab port #'s when sending, say, ICMP responses.
You're ignoring the popularity of internet cafes in Asia.
A sizeable chunk of users don't own their own computer/internet gig. Price of course holds them back, but the lack of IPs probably would too.
You're living in the past. The Internet today is an international entity (witness the plethora of differing views on Slashdot) and hence ip allocation should too reflect that reality.
repeat after me, please.
this isn't the first time, nor the first post...nor am i the first to point it out.
so why does this keep happening? can we actually get a real editorial staff please?
and...while i'm ranting on the subject, why don't we get a real journalist too?
Yeah well, last time, this company offered me $185.283 billion as a signing bonus, if I sacrificed goats for them first.
But I didn't, and now I'm out $38 million (coz it was an internet startup that crashed and burned and was acquired for pennies on the dollar).
That's the price for sticking with principles in life!
You are ignoring the fact that stock options issued to employees will dilute his holdings.
So hypothetically if they issue enough stock options for employees, his holdings can go from 50% to 11% without any sales whatsoever.
Quote: "I know if I had even a thousandth of his net worth you'd never see me in an office ever again. I'm sure all but a handful of sane people would say the same."
Ever wonder why there's a reason why he's rich and you're not?
No, Buffet is the least diverse. He has repeatedly stated that until he dies, he will keep 99.9% of his wealth invested in his company, Berkshire Hathaway.
In fact, I think he still drives an old beat up car and lives in the same tiny house he bought in the 1950's.
wireframe is actually slower and more computationally intensive since you discard work that the video card does anyways for you.
Original Submitter:
"Chimpanzees [...] belong in our genus, Homo"
Editor:
"Humans are the only living species in genus homo, currently."
Insert lamentation on the quality of Slashdot editorial review here.
Opening is usually the opening weekend, from Friday to Sunday. Thursday is not considered part of that opening weekend.
He ignores the constraint that coins must total up to a whole number of dollars - otherwise breaking a dollar would be unfeasible.
This applies for arcades, tolls, etc.
The research was done partially with public funding from an NSF grant, yet the commercial applications are obvious and immediate.
So my question is, who sees the benefit of the research? The researchers? Can Google just jack the results and incorporate into their system?
It seems to me that the current system of allocation research dollars with public and private grants is very messy and needs overhaul.
now i can call my own airstrikes on saddam
In this day and age, it is foolish to assume journalistic due diligence.
Don't base your numbers on things you've heard (no deaths in U.S.), or reported in the media (Singapore is in dire conditions).
Get numbers from the source: WHO
The U.S. has 2 confirmed deaths and 54 total cases.
Singapore has had 0 new cases for quite some time now. There has been, however, a local chain of transmission (hence the SARS affected designation).
....right.
That's why we can't use laptops during takeoff and landing.
Think of the disaster that could happen if a compass fails on the runway!
The pilot would have no sense of direction! How in the world could he keep on the runway, without a compass!
Damn...scary stuff. I'm glad they decided to ban laptops for takeoff and landing.
All the people posting evidence, logged case, whatever blah of interference...
That's all fine and dandy, and perhaps to an extent the effect isn't imaginary.
But the point is banning everything because the airlines and equipment manufactuers don't take the time to shield their equipment is stupid.
And it's not a feasible policy.
You can carry it on, but you're on your honor not to use it? Heh. Tell that to the terrorists.
So then the only real solution is to disallow devices that cause interference from being taken on planes completely.
Given the volume (and margins!!) of business travelers, I doubt that is going to be a smart policy.
I doubt a ban will be implemented.
Then again, given our current government, we should be used to cries of 'Wolf!' by now.
...when you have cell phones?
...
Now we're gonna have to screen all people from the Middle-East before they can buy cell phones, laptops, radios,
"those that worked, worked perfectly"
"those that didn't work, worked to varying degrees"
uhh...okay.
keep working on your literary skills. you know what they say - practice makes perfect, to varying degrees.