The urge had never come so quickly and uniquely on impulse.
It could have been one of many factors, but this particular young man caught my eye. It was perhaps the flashy bright orange down vest he was sporting, designer jeans, the backwards baseball cap that read 'Lions' which he wore, or possibly the dirty blonde color of his short hairstyle in combination with a clean shaven jowl. Precisely at the moment I had decided to pay the tab on my Guest Check which read '$0.98 - Coffee' did I notice him across the crowded late night diner with several compatriots, all appearing to be in their early twenties. I left two dollars under the empty coffee mug, and waited outside for the group to finish up.
11:43PM.
I lit up a Dutch Master's cigarillo and waited.
12:11AM.
They emerged from the establishment. "Dude, we're going to party SO hard tonight yeah! You can drink now buddy!" loudly remarked one of the young man's larger acquaintances. A tall attractive young brunette female friend chimed in with "Todd, we're taking you to Synergy! YEAH!" They all participated in a collaborative and somewhat haphazardly group embrace. I followed at a brisk and delicate pace as to not attract attention to myself with my black knee-length raincoat fully buttoned. Interesting, a twenty- first birthday celebration. I could not help but become more intrigued as the group, centered around 'Todd' tread down several city blocks. Warm exhalings from the group were clearly visible in the crisp winter night air; they began piling into a mid-block building entrance. Having a one block distance on the group ensured that I was not noticed. I followed them inside as soon as I arrived at the entrance.
The glass door read 'Synergy - Discotheque" and I entered only to find the entrance queue. It was completely empty. Todd and his cronies had already made it past the bouncer at the front of the queue. The large gutted bouncer asked for my ID, and I obviously complied and was allowed entrance to the main area, roughly the size of a small aircraft hangar pumping loud with hard trance beats. Legions upon legions of infantile young adults, some with pacifiers were dancing in the area, most probably gained underage entry with a fake ID. Todd's orange vest still clearly visible. I proceeded to the front left corner of the club where there were tables and ordered a gin and tonic, continuing to stare out onto the dance area. Perhaps two, maybe two and one half hours had elapsed when my opportunity was presented to me on a silver platter. It was clear that Todd was on a line of action to the left rear corner bathrooms, soaking in sweat.
2:23AM. Inception.
With much haste and finesse, I made my way to the rear of the club as well, entering the restroom moments prior to Todd. I deceptively pretended to straighten my appearance in the mirror, as three young men left the bathroom, only Todd and I remained. Hard trance beats were muffled but still quite loud. With much guile, I was able to lock the bolt on the restroom door, entrapping my newest curiosity without his knowledge. Standing at the urinal, I exerted a strike of quick and brute force to Todd's temple. Todd fell unconsciously, still pissing all over his jeans. I dragged his limp body about twenty meters to the corner of the standard handicapped toilet stall, and propped him up in that corner.
2:24AM. Intended consequences.
Peaceful. Unconscious. Todd reeks of Brut and Old Spice. I stared at him for some moments with serenity. I had several options at this point. I could have splashed a baseball cap full of chilled toilet water on his face to revive him. I decided that the risk was not acceptable, as my initial assault had only left his temple bleeding slightly. I confirmed with myself the usual method. I unsheathed the concealed skinning knife from my left ankle. With quick and exacting two flicks of my upper arm, Todd's larynx, just below the Adam's Apple was cleanly severed. Todd cast a small oval shape of skin and cartilage from the wound with an abrupt exhale. Todd gazed back in utter terror with fully dilated green eyes. Intentionally, the jugular was left intact.
I of course preempted Todd's sudden shocking awakening by plunging the hooked razor end of the skinning knife into his left shoulder, and torqued the knife in a counter-clockwise manner by 45 degrees and retracted the blade from his upper pectoral. Several inches of tendon became lodged in the razor hook after I brutally tugged the twisted knife from him. All the while, Todd attempted to scream in agony, only succeeding in expelling several blood clots from his decimated voice box. Aside from that, Todd had no major blood loss and continued to force air and blood mist out of the gash in his neck, creating pleasant, barely audible wet whistling noises.
Stepping forcefully on Todd's new shoulder wound, it was at this time that I opted to kick Todd several times with my other boot into his solar plexus; tenderizing the meat so to speak. After putting a latex glove on my left hand, I prodded the neck wound mercilessly with my index and middle finger. Todd continued to gasp through the neck wound, but was apparently starting to have trouble with a small amount of blood clotting at the hole.
2:25AM. Finish the job.
Todd was succumbing to nervous shock. This was the integral and necessary time to finish off my thesis. I submerged the blade deep into his abdominal diaphragm with the blade along his body's line of symmetry with several sawing motions as Todd writhed in utter agony, helpless with his shoulder wound still pinned under my left foot. Sawing probably a good four inches under the second stab wound, I jerked and twisted the blade in various speeds and degrees of forcefulness as Todd's eyes rolled back into his skull. Whether or not my blade's final quick lunge into the heart was the final end to his life, it had not phased his crumpled person. Todd is now dead.
2:25:30AM. The cleanup and departure.
Stepping on the shoulder wound had left my boot sole a bloody mess. Fortunately, this had prevented any significant accumulation of bleeding on the floor from Todd. I ruthlessly cleaned the sole with the parts of Todd's orange goose down vest which were still clean. I also wiped the blade clean on the vest. Because of the liberal size of the handicapped stall, the atrocity was not noticeable with the stall door closed. So, I propped his dead body into a sitting position on the toilet, his feet and legs virtually clean with the exception of some piss stains. I locked the stall from the inside and crawled under the stall door's gap. I pocketed the latex glove after rinsing it clean with warm water. Checking the bathroom in triplicate for potential incriminating evidence yielded nothing else. I unlocked the bathroom door and fled.
2:27AM. Gin and tonic.
There was some gin and tonic left in my glass. I finished it and left. The barmaid yelled "LAST CALL!"
Even the most die-hard Linux desktop advocates will agree that man-hours spent maintaining Linux as a desktop solution will probably exceed the cost of Windows licenses. It's a pity that they'll figure this out the hard way. I revert back to the old saying: "Linux is only free if your time is worth nothing," and well, the school system will be paying people to configure Linux desktops, chief.
It's a hell of a lot easier for newbies to write plain assembler for DOS, not to mention most x86 assembler books are best used with DOS and something like NASM-IDE.
Things like old 6502 and Z80 opcode manuals are pretty scarce. I know lots of aspiring young engineers could use them. Just an idea, because many of the useful ones are out of print and unavailable. I realize most of the info is available online, but there's really nothing like a nice hard copy.
Just 5 years ago, MP3 was for the most part, in the same position that DivX;-) seems to be right now. Then, hardware MP3 decoder chipsets were pretty rare, and weren't in use with consumer protables and such. People only played MP3 files on thier PCs. Now people have MP3 CD players and Rio-like devices. Perhaps when DivX;-) becomes more standardized, hardware companies will want to manufacture hardware DivX;-) decoders in order to alleviate this bottleneck. I remember how much my Pentium 100 machine flew once I bought an MPEGI/II decoder card. It certainly would kick ass to have set-top DivX;-) players, doncha think?
The reason why it will not replace DVD is because DVD are convenient in their on-the-fly chapter seeking, and up to 60X fast forward and rewind. I cannot imagine DVHS bieng able to do this seeking quicky and efficiency without causing some tape damage.
I do, however, think that D-VHS will become popular because of its massive storage capability. Yes folks, as much as I hate to say it, even though I love my S-VHS prosumer player, I would rather have something like D-VHS for taping shows of of HDTV or general purpose standard TV.
Please, folks. Unfortunately, I'm hearing these kind of simple unresearched claims, that aren't true. The BeOS kernel was written from scratch at Be Inc. You can read a simple cronology of how Be Inc., the BeOS itself, and the BeBox were created, at the front of the BeOS Bible. Impressive as it is, it's not based on BSD work!
http://free.be.com/ , or be cool, and buy the Pro version.
Alas, Apple hardware is propietary. In order to write software for a chipset that you have no specs for, it must be reverse engineered. Therefore, in the eyes of Be, reverse engineering is kinda shady and unprofessional, and we get to use no more new Apple hardware.
Perhaps, after 10 years have passes, Apple will release specs for B&W G3 machines.
Slashdot Mirror
Fuck you twinks! He's a hairy biker bear up your asshole, slashdot faggots!
The urge had never come so quickly and
uniquely on impulse.
It could have been one of many factors, but this particular young man caught
my eye. It was perhaps the flashy bright orange down vest he was sporting,
designer jeans, the backwards baseball cap that read 'Lions' which he wore,
or possibly the dirty blonde color of his short hairstyle in combination
with a clean shaven jowl. Precisely at the moment I had decided to pay the
tab on my Guest Check which read '$0.98 - Coffee' did I notice him across the
crowded late night diner with several compatriots, all appearing to be in
their early twenties. I left two dollars under the empty coffee mug, and
waited outside for the group to finish up.
11:43PM.
I lit up a Dutch Master's cigarillo and waited.
12:11AM.
They emerged from the establishment. "Dude, we're going to party SO
hard tonight yeah! You can drink now buddy!" loudly remarked one of the
young man's larger acquaintances. A tall attractive young brunette female
friend chimed in with "Todd, we're taking you to Synergy! YEAH!" They all
participated in a collaborative and somewhat haphazardly group embrace. I
followed at a brisk and delicate pace as to not attract attention to myself
with my black knee-length raincoat fully buttoned. Interesting, a twenty-
first birthday celebration. I could not help but become more intrigued as
the group, centered around 'Todd' tread down several city blocks. Warm
exhalings from the group were clearly visible in the crisp winter night air;
they began piling into a mid-block building entrance. Having a one block
distance on the group ensured that I was not noticed. I followed them inside
as soon as I arrived at the entrance.
The glass door read 'Synergy - Discotheque" and I entered only to find the
entrance queue. It was completely empty. Todd and his cronies had already
made it past the bouncer at the front of the queue. The large gutted bouncer
asked for my ID, and I obviously complied and was allowed entrance to the
main area, roughly the size of a small aircraft hangar pumping loud with
hard trance beats. Legions upon legions of infantile young adults, some with
pacifiers were dancing in the area, most probably gained underage entry with
a fake ID. Todd's orange vest still clearly visible. I proceeded to the front
left corner of the club where there were tables and ordered a gin and
tonic, continuing to stare out onto the dance area. Perhaps two, maybe two
and one half hours had elapsed when my opportunity was presented to me on a
silver platter. It was clear that Todd was on a line of action to the left
rear corner bathrooms, soaking in sweat.
2:23AM. Inception.
With much haste and finesse, I made my way to the rear of the club as well,
entering the restroom moments prior to Todd. I deceptively pretended to
straighten my appearance in the mirror, as three young men left the
bathroom, only Todd and I remained. Hard trance beats were muffled but still
quite loud. With much guile, I was able to lock the bolt on the restroom
door, entrapping my newest curiosity without his knowledge. Standing at the
urinal, I exerted a strike of quick and brute force to Todd's temple. Todd
fell unconsciously, still pissing all over his jeans. I dragged his limp body
about twenty meters to the corner of the standard handicapped toilet stall,
and propped him up in that corner.
2:24AM. Intended consequences.
Peaceful. Unconscious. Todd reeks of Brut and Old Spice. I stared at him for
some moments with serenity. I had several options at this point. I could
have splashed a baseball cap full of chilled toilet water on his face to
revive him. I decided that the risk was not acceptable, as my initial assault
had only left his temple bleeding slightly. I confirmed with myself the
usual method. I unsheathed the concealed skinning knife from my left ankle.
With quick and exacting two flicks of my upper arm, Todd's larynx, just
below the Adam's Apple was cleanly severed. Todd cast a small oval shape of
skin and cartilage from the wound with an abrupt exhale. Todd gazed back in
utter terror with fully dilated green eyes. Intentionally, the jugular was
left intact.
I of course preempted Todd's sudden shocking awakening by plunging the
hooked razor end of the skinning knife into his left shoulder, and torqued
the knife in a counter-clockwise manner by 45 degrees and retracted the
blade from his upper pectoral. Several inches of tendon became lodged in the
razor hook after I brutally tugged the twisted knife from him. All the while,
Todd attempted to scream in agony, only succeeding in expelling several
blood clots from his decimated voice box. Aside from that, Todd had no major
blood loss and continued to force air and blood mist out of the gash in his
neck, creating pleasant, barely audible wet whistling noises.
Stepping forcefully on Todd's new shoulder wound, it was at this time that I
opted to kick Todd several times with my other boot into his solar plexus;
tenderizing the meat so to speak. After putting a latex glove on my left
hand, I prodded the neck wound mercilessly with my index and middle finger.
Todd continued to gasp through the neck wound, but was apparently starting
to have trouble with a small amount of blood clotting at the hole.
2:25AM. Finish the job.
Todd was succumbing to nervous shock. This was the integral and necessary
time to finish off my thesis. I submerged the blade deep into his abdominal
diaphragm with the blade along his body's line of symmetry with several
sawing motions as Todd writhed in utter agony, helpless with his shoulder
wound still pinned under my left foot. Sawing probably a good four inches
under the second stab wound, I jerked and twisted the blade in various
speeds and degrees of forcefulness as Todd's eyes rolled back into his skull.
Whether or not my blade's final quick lunge into the heart was the final end
to his life, it had not phased his crumpled person. Todd is now dead.
2:25:30AM. The cleanup and departure.
Stepping on the shoulder wound had left my boot sole a bloody mess.
Fortunately, this had prevented any significant accumulation of bleeding on
the floor from Todd. I ruthlessly cleaned the sole with the parts of Todd's
orange goose down vest which were still clean. I also wiped the blade clean
on the vest. Because of the liberal size of the handicapped stall, the
atrocity was not noticeable with the stall door closed. So, I propped his
dead body into a sitting position on the toilet, his feet and legs virtually
clean with the exception of some piss stains. I locked the stall from the
inside and crawled under the stall door's gap. I pocketed the latex glove
after rinsing it clean with warm water. Checking the bathroom in triplicate
for potential incriminating evidence yielded nothing else. I unlocked the
bathroom door and fled.
2:27AM. Gin and tonic.
There was some gin and tonic left in my glass. I finished it and left. The
barmaid yelled "LAST CALL!"
single digit post, faggot motherfuckers.
ignore. thanks.
Even the most die-hard Linux desktop advocates will agree that man-hours spent maintaining Linux as a desktop solution will probably exceed the cost of Windows licenses. It's a pity that they'll figure this out the hard way. I revert back to the old saying: "Linux is only free if your time is worth nothing," and well, the school system will be paying people to configure Linux desktops, chief.
Or at least he claims that smaller planets may be discovered through indirect light-blocking means within five years.
It's a hell of a lot easier for newbies to write plain assembler for DOS, not to mention most x86 assembler books are best used with DOS and something like NASM-IDE.
'nuff said.
Things like old 6502 and Z80 opcode manuals are pretty scarce. I know lots of aspiring young engineers could use them. Just an idea, because many of the useful ones are out of print and unavailable. I realize most of the info is available online, but there's really nothing like a nice hard copy.
Just 5 years ago, MP3 was for the most part, in the same position that DivX ;-) seems to be right now. Then, hardware MP3 decoder chipsets were pretty rare, and weren't in use with consumer protables and such. People only played MP3 files on thier PCs. Now people have MP3 CD players and Rio-like devices. Perhaps when DivX ;-) becomes more standardized, hardware companies will want to manufacture hardware DivX ;-) decoders in order to alleviate this bottleneck. I remember how much my Pentium 100 machine flew once I bought an MPEGI/II decoder card. It certainly would kick ass to have set-top DivX ;-) players, doncha think?
Everybody from the Future Crew _except_ Skaven rocks hardcore. Purple Motion forever.
except that Skaven looks like a fucking prune and makes crappy music.
Now I can write
Sigma n=0 -> Infinity ((x^n))/(n!) = e^x
without seeming utterly mad! Muahahaha!
The reason why it will not replace DVD is because DVD are convenient in their on-the-fly chapter seeking, and up to 60X fast forward and rewind. I cannot imagine DVHS bieng able to do this seeking quicky and efficiency without causing some tape damage.
I do, however, think that D-VHS will become popular because of its massive storage capability. Yes folks, as much as I hate to say it, even though I love my S-VHS prosumer player, I would rather have something like D-VHS for taping shows of of HDTV or general purpose standard TV.
That notion is rediculous in itself. Once you own this, it provides no other service but its pleasing singing melody.
Although I think this could save space on the desktop, I'm not sure its really necessary.
I've never even heard of a high school that teaches Java. Only BASIC and C were at mine.
Half meter photos of Natalie Portman sunbathing topless on the beach! Kick ass!
I vant vodka! Nyet Jack Daniels.
Nah, she's ugly because she's in a church of God.
Please, folks. Unfortunately, I'm hearing these kind of simple unresearched claims, that aren't true. The BeOS kernel was written from scratch at Be Inc. You can read a simple cronology of how Be Inc., the BeOS itself, and the BeBox were created, at the front of the BeOS Bible.
Impressive as it is, it's not based on BSD work!
http://free.be.com/ , or be cool, and buy the Pro version.
Alas, Apple hardware is propietary. In order to write software for a chipset that you have no specs for, it must be reverse engineered. Therefore, in the eyes of Be, reverse engineering is kinda shady and unprofessional, and we get to use no more new Apple hardware.
Perhaps, after 10 years have passes, Apple will release specs for B&W G3 machines.
This is slightly off topic from your post, but I enjoy reading Troll and Flamebait posts. They're funny.
Unfortunately, Aqua is looking super childish.
Heh, you need Norton? Lameass.