is that this was done by a theater employee with a camcorder, not some pimply faced Norwegian with a computer.
If the MPAA really wants to prevent piracy, they'd push for better pre-employment screening of cinema ushers, not try to totally cripple a whole industry that is already many times larger and more important to the economy than Hollywood. (Shit, just video/computer gaming is bigger than Hollywood now, let alone the whole digital industry!)
I appluad your fine sense of trolldition! But I feel that your troll could use a bit of polish.
I tried to find a reference to the "controversy" about who the "real" "discoverer" of the "planet" "Pluto" was, but unfortunately, the first hit on google was this : Discovery of Uranus
As it seems that my worst paranoid fantasies about the internet becoming sentinent and malicious have been proven by google giving me the goatse, I have nothing more than to say -- "I have cornered the market on rice."
Why the fuck do you think the pejorative term "banana republic " is in the common lexicon?!!! That was common practice in the first half of this century. I'm pretty sure that United Fruit, Dole, et al had much smaller warchests than Microsoft currently has.
You get an accountant with the right mindset, and he'll figure out where to best put your money to get the most effect -- unlike footing a "professional" military with the inherent bureaucracy and waste.
Once you install a friendly regime in one country, you can use that country to springboard your offensive into its neighbors.
You just need to make sure that the state dept is onboard with your plans.
It's been tried before. It works.
Why do you think Ronnie (& his predecessors) got their panties in a bunch when Castro tried to play the same game in the same countries they already proved this in?
The Brits did the same thing for oil in the middle east. And the French did it for sheer spite in the far east.
That's why half the world doesn't like or trust us arrogant gringos.
(back th the original point about feeding starving people)
The technical problem of feeding people has been solved -- see US grain sales to the USSR for proof. The real problem is political -- starvation is a powerful tool for keeping people in line.
Thats why these pissant kleptocrats hate US aid. "Damn those rich American bastards, they're trying to feed the people we want to starve!"
(as a side note - I'm quite sure my file includes the notation "harmless armchair crank", so I'm quite safe in pointing out such unacknowledged truths).
Thank you mr. woo-woo! You just reminded me of a relevant book.
"Greener than You Think" by Ward Moore (1947)
The first eco-disaster novel. Kind of cheesy, but I suspect at the time it was written, many of the themes it explores weren't yet cliche. Unfortunately, it's out of print. There was a small publisher revival edition in the late eighties, so you might find it in the library or used.
Getting dangerously close to being b'hai, bud.
(Currently my favorite optimistic theory vs "God, by definition, is also the biggest ASSHOLE in the universe".)
You hit the nail on the head.
The BSA/RIAA/MPAA don't know from pirates. Real pirates waylay you on the high seas and take your property on threat of death. And they might rape you to. That's a little bit different than little Johnny violating copyright by copying the "Lion King".
I would like to make the following clarifications:
The fact that September 11 maps to "911" illustrates the superiority of the US date scheme in comparison to all other schemes used worldwide, particularly those involving pebbles and knotted cords.
Trolling is so September 10th. Can't we all just get along?
I like how when JoeBob Briggs showed "Planet of the Apes" on MonsterVision awhile ago, he gives this big long backstory about how Charlton "Moses" Heston fought the keep the line "Damn them, Damn them all to Hell" despite the censor's opinion. That C.H. pointed out that Taylor was not cursing in vain, but actually intended to condem the people who destroyed the Earth to hell for their arrogant foolishness.
-- Then TNT, in their infinite irony, sanitizes the line when they show the scene soon after JB's clarification.
And as Paul Harvey woudl say, now you know the rest of the story.
Hey, there's worse ways to go. On second you're sitting in orbit, the next, you're a cloud of ionized atoms.
Nobody seemed to like my little word problem a couple weeks ago about Saddam wanting to get two tons of BB's into orbit. Eh. Good thing the Israelis snuffed Gerald Bull. "It was meant for long-range attack and also to blind spy satellites. Our scientists were seriously working on that. It was designed to explode a shell in space that would have sprayed a sticky material on the satellite and blinded it."
-- The high-ranking Iraqi defector Gen. Hussein Kamel al-Majeed
Sleep is death's brother. Your eyes are closed and the mind takes you on a journey to places that seem proverbial and oft times oblique. The only difference we see is that sleep refreshes and recharges, while death the other "sleep" disfigures and decomposes. To some the difference is obvious, but to some there is no difference.
It is hoped that death is not the end. After all we spend more time dead than alive. If it is the end then think of all that wasted time. Think of the forever's that slip through your fingers and the moments that you take for granted, because death, the cold sword that hangs above us by a hair, can drop at any time and we leave everyone behind, and of course we are just another mess that needs to be cleaned up and disposed of in a fiery pyre old a cold thankless hole.
Throughout literature there have been tales of madmen who for selfish reasons have tried to cheat death. But is it so mad to be the cheater of that unfair player in the game of Life? Death never plays fair so why should man? It is the moral dilemma. People will constantly fight about the issue. Even to the, dare we say it? Death.
The irony is, that you can have no enemies and still be murdered by a total stranger. You can avoid auto accidents and still die in a plane crash. You can avoid eating meat and still get e-coli poisoning in your water, you can refuse to open questionable packages and still be in a building targeted by a terrorist. You can even live in a place that doesn't have tornadoes and the first one in one hundred years can touch down in your city, right outside your window.
It just isn't fair. Just being human makes you vulnerable. The only solace you can have is that death doesn't hurt. Suffering only happens to the living. Not to the dead.
Sometimes the suffering is too much to bear. Suffering can make people do strange things. People spend outrageous sums of money for flowers, coffins, and virtual plastic surgery on a corpse to somehow keep the memory from being distorted. Bodies that lay in caskets to be viewed by loved ones are virtual wax dummy's to be put on display to either make a memory that never was, or to remove the shocking memory of the emergency room, or the day the body of was found all bloated and decayed at the bottom of the stairs. It's a sickening emphasis on keeping up appearances rather than the value of the person lying in state. We invest in temporary insanity when those around us die. Some of us do. Others remain insane.
One such man lived in Key West Florida in the 1930's. His name was Carl Van Cosel. Van Cosel was a respected bacteriologist who worked with patients who were suffering with tuberculosis. The disease at the time was incurable. Dr. Van Cosel worked with patients everyday that were beyond help. One of the patients was a beautiful Cuban girl named Elena Milagro de Hoyos.
Dr. Van Cosel fell in love with the young woman and tried everything in his power to save her, but three months later she died at the age of 22. Before her death Van Cosel tried everything to persuade the young woman to marry him.
He was so obsessed with her beauty that he ordered that a death mask be made of her face so that after she was buried he could look upon the face of his true love.
While at the cemetery he had heard that if the body of his true love was buried in the ground, it would be subject to deterioration from water seepage. Dr. Van Cosel was not about to allow such a travesty take place and so he paid to have a mausoleum built at her gravesite. Inside he placed Elena in a metal airtight coffin. The coffin had an incubator tank filled with formaldehyde in order to preserve the body. He also had a telephone placed in the mausoleum so that he could call Elena and talk to her. The sophisticated gravesite slowed her decomposition. The 56 year old Van Cosel became obsessed with taking care of the body of Elena and eventually quit is radiology job at the Hospital in order to make personal visits to the little stone crypt that he erected for his lost love.
He would pay nightly visits to his bride and soon the talk was going around about the mad Count Van Cosel and how he would visit his bride when the sun would set.
He kept a diary of his experiences and wrote of his happiness. He spoke of Elena as being alive and filling his life with joy. He also spoke of the time when Elena would live with him again.
The idea of Elena joining him again was not the poetic spiritual metaphor that is spoken of when loved ones hope they will see their departed on the other side. Van Cosel wanted to take his Elena home.
People were noticing that Van Cosel's visits to the cemetery had ceased. No one had seen Van Cosel for many years.
Carl used the cover of the night to transport Elena's corpse to his home. His neighbors would tell stories of how Van Cosel would play a church organ late into the night at his home on Flagler Avenue. He would walk down the street during the day carrying huge boxes of rags and perfume. Neighbors began talking again, and rumors were spreading that Van Cosel was losing his mind.
After seven years of being a virtual hermit Van Cosel was confronted by the sister of Elena. She demanded that Carl take her to the mausoleum so that she could put the rumors to rest about her sister. No longer could Dr. Van Cosel keep his secret. He took Elena's sister into his room. Lying in his bed dressed in a wedding gown was something that looked like a life-sized doll. It glistened like wax and had cold glass eyes which stared up to the ceiling.
Dr. Van Cosel told Elena's sister that it was Elena. Elena's sister was not convinced. She was so horrified to see that something that looked like a wax dummy could be her sister. The police were called and a full autopsy was performed on the corpse turned mannequin.
The pathologists performed the Autopsy at the Lopez funeral home and what they found was gruesome. It was the rotting badly decayed corpse of Elena. Pieces of skin barely clinging to exposed bone. Her Bones were held together with Piano wire. Van Cosel had replaced her eyes with Glass ones and the wig on her head was made from the hair that had fallen out of her skull as she decayed.
Van Cosel had attempted to rebuild Elena using a combination of beeswax, silk, and make up. He stuffed the remainder of the body with rags. He used perfumes to remove the odors from the body as the skin fell from Elena's bones.
The most horrific thing of all was yet to come. Pathologists found a tube inserted in the body in the area where Elena's vaginal cavity once existed. It was there so that Dr. Van Cosel could consummate the union between him and his lovely bride. If he could not have her in life, he decided he would have her in death. Nothing would stop him. It was believed that Van Cosel had sexual intercourse with Elena's corpse for seven years.
Before you pass judgment on Dr. Van Cosel it is important to point out that after a thorough examination of him psychiatrists declared him sane. He was later arrested for wanton and willful destruction of a tomb.
Was it destruction, or did he care for the body of Elena to a fault? Later city officials put Elena's body on public display. Thousands of people would go to the Lopez funeral home and see the body that was used in the now infamous example of necrophilia.
Van Cosel was never prosecuted. All charges were dropped because the statute of limitations had passed. Elena was buried in a secret location so that Van Coselwould never find her again.
In 1951 it was reported that Dr. Carl Van Cosel had died. He was 83. He was found in an abandoned house lying next to a life-sized doll. It was wearing the death mask of Elena.
It may sound odd, but it seems that only 17 per cent of people who commit acts of Necrophilia are psychotic. Most of the time the act is committed as one final gesture of love to the departed. It happens more times than we would care to realize, and not in funeral parlors by perverted morticians. Most necrophiles feel that it is their last ditch effort to rejoin their dead loved one. It rarely goes reported. There are many people who do not feel at all ill at ease at the thought of kissing a corpse at a funeral. It happens all the time before the lid seals shut and the body is interred.
If you still find that hard to believe consider this. Many people do not realize that as children we have heard fairy tales about the acts of Necrophilia. It was Sleeping Beauty and Snow White that were killed by the acts of someone else. It took the act of a loving kiss to bring back the dead.
Carl Van Cosel took his love of Elena further. In seven years time he committed a horrific act, however there are many people who feel that what happened back in the 30's and 40's was truly an act of love. Sometimes people do strange things after someone near them dies. But I think the dead would really hope that we would continue living without them. As Thornton Wilder wrote in Our town "The living just don't understand." Wilder believed that life was meaningful only when lived with full awareness of the value of the present moment. As we are about to take a dark journey into the cloudy future we are forced, not only to look ahead to the possibility of our own deaths, but how we will react when those around us die and not make the journey with us into the new millennium. Maybe there is wisdom in having a positive outlook about life. After all, you never think about where you were before you were born, so I guess it is silly to worry about where you will be when you die.
Sleep is death's brother. Your eyes are closed and the mind takes you on a journey to places that seem proverbial and oft times oblique. The only difference we see is that sleep refreshes and recharges, while death the other "sleep" disfigures and decomposes. To some the difference is obvious, but to some there is no difference.
It is hoped that death is not the end. After all we spend more time dead than alive. If it is the end then think of all that wasted time. Think of the forever's that slip through your fingers and the moments that you take for granted, because death, the cold sword that hangs above us by a hair, can drop at any time and we leave everyone behind, and of course we are just another mess that needs to be cleaned up and disposed of in a fiery pyre old a cold thankless hole.
Throughout literature there have been tales of madmen who for selfish reasons have tried to cheat death. But is it so mad to be the cheater of that unfair player in the game of Life? Death never plays fair so why should man? It is the moral dilemma. People will constantly fight about the issue. Even to the, dare we say it? Death.
The irony is, that you can have no enemies and still be murdered by a total stranger. You can avoid auto accidents and still die in a plane crash. You can avoid eating meat and still get e-coli poisoning in your water, you can refuse to open questionable packages and still be in a building targeted by a terrorist. You can even live in a place that doesn't have tornadoes and the first one in one hundred years can touch down in your city, right outside your window.
It just isn't fair. Just being human makes you vulnerable. The only solace you can have is that death doesn't hurt. Suffering only happens to the living. Not to the dead.
Sometimes the suffering is too much to bear. Suffering can make people do strange things. People spend outrageous sums of money for flowers, coffins, and virtual plastic surgery on a corpse to somehow keep the memory from being distorted. Bodies that lay in caskets to be viewed by loved ones are virtual wax dummy's to be put on display to either make a memory that never was, or to remove the shocking memory of the emergency room, or the day the body of was found all bloated and decayed at the bottom of the stairs. It's a sickening emphasis on keeping up appearances rather than the value of the person lying in state. We invest in temporary insanity when those around us die. Some of us do. Others remain insane.
One such man lived in Key West Florida in the 1930's. His name was Carl Van Cosel. Van Cosel was a respected bacteriologist who worked with patients who were suffering with tuberculosis. The disease at the time was incurable. Dr. Van Cosel worked with patients everyday that were beyond help. One of the patients was a beautiful Cuban girl named Elena Milagro de Hoyos.
Dr. Van Cosel fell in love with the young woman and tried everything in his power to save her, but three months later she died at the age of 22. Before her death Van Cosel tried everything to persuade the young woman to marry him.
He was so obsessed with her beauty that he ordered that a death mask be made of her face so that after she was buried he could look upon the face of his true love.
While at the cemetery he had heard that if the body of his true love was buried in the ground, it would be subject to deterioration from water seepage. Dr. Van Cosel was not about to allow such a travesty take place and so he paid to have a mausoleum built at her gravesite. Inside he placed Elena in a metal airtight coffin. The coffin had an incubator tank filled with formaldehyde in order to preserve the body. He also had a telephone placed in the mausoleum so that he could call Elena and talk to her. The sophisticated gravesite slowed her decomposition. The 56 year old Van Cosel became obsessed with taking care of the body of Elena and eventually quit is radiology job at the Hospital in order to make personal visits to the little stone crypt that he erected for his lost love.
He would pay nightly visits to his bride and soon the talk was going around about the mad Count Van Cosel and how he would visit his bride when the sun would set.
He kept a diary of his experiences and wrote of his happiness. He spoke of Elena as being alive and filling his life with joy. He also spoke of the time when Elena would live with him again.
The idea of Elena joining him again was not the poetic spiritual metaphor that is spoken of when loved ones hope they will see their departed on the other side. Van Cosel wanted to take his Elena home.
People were noticing that Van Cosel's visits to the cemetery had ceased. No one had seen Van Cosel for many years.
Carl used the cover of the night to transport Elena's corpse to his home. His neighbors would tell stories of how Van Cosel would play a church organ late into the night at his home on Flagler Avenue. He would walk down the street during the day carrying huge boxes of rags and perfume. Neighbors began talking again, and rumors were spreading that Van Cosel was losing his mind.
After seven years of being a virtual hermit Van Cosel was confronted by the sister of Elena. She demanded that Carl take her to the mausoleum so that she could put the rumors to rest about her sister. No longer could Dr. Van Cosel keep his secret. He took Elena's sister into his room. Lying in his bed dressed in a wedding gown was something that looked like a life-sized doll. It glistened like wax and had cold glass eyes which stared up to the ceiling.
Dr. Van Cosel told Elena's sister that it was Elena. Elena's sister was not convinced. She was so horrified to see that something that looked like a wax dummy could be her sister. The police were called and a full autopsy was performed on the corpse turned mannequin.
The pathologists performed the Autopsy at the Lopez funeral home and what they found was gruesome. It was the rotting badly decayed corpse of Elena. Pieces of skin barely clinging to exposed bone. Her Bones were held together with Piano wire. Van Cosel had replaced her eyes with Glass ones and the wig on her head was made from the hair that had fallen out of her skull as she decayed.
Van Cosel had attempted to rebuild Elena using a combination of beeswax, silk, and make up. He stuffed the remainder of the body with rags. He used perfumes to remove the odors from the body as the skin fell from Elena's bones.
The most horrific thing of all was yet to come. Pathologists found a tube inserted in the body in the area where Elena's vaginal cavity once existed. It was there so that Dr. Van Cosel could consummate the union between him and his lovely bride. If he could not have her in life, he decided he would have her in death. Nothing would stop him. It was believed that Van Cosel had sexual intercourse with Elena's corpse for seven years.
Before you pass judgment on Dr. Van Cosel it is important to point out that after a thorough examination of him psychiatrists declared him sane. He was later arrested for wanton and willful destruction of a tomb.
Was it destruction, or did he care for the body of Elena to a fault? Later city officials put Elena's body on public display. Thousands of people would go to the Lopez funeral home and see the body that was used in the now infamous example of necrophilia.
Van Cosel was never prosecuted. All charges were dropped because the statute of limitations had passed. Elena was buried in a secret location so that Van Coselwould never find her again.
In 1951 it was reported that Dr. Carl Van Cosel had died. He was 83. He was found in an abandoned house lying next to a life-sized doll. It was wearing the death mask of Elena.
It may sound odd, but it seems that only 17 per cent of people who commit acts of Necrophilia are psychotic. Most of the time the act is committed as one final gesture of love to the departed. It happens more times than we would care to realize, and not in funeral parlors by perverted morticians. Most necrophiles feel that it is their last ditch effort to rejoin their dead loved one. It rarely goes reported. There are many people who do not feel at all ill at ease at the thought of kissing a corpse at a funeral. It happens all the time before the lid seals shut and the body is interred.
If you still find that hard to believe consider this. Many people do not realize that as children we have heard fairy tales about the acts of Necrophilia. It was Sleeping Beauty and Snow White that were killed by the acts of someone else. It took the act of a loving kiss to bring back the dead.
Carl Van Cosel took his love of Elena further. In seven years time he committed a horrific act, however there are many people who feel that what happened back in the 30's and 40's was truly an act of love. Sometimes people do strange things after someone near them dies. But I think the dead would really hope that we would continue living without them. As Thornton Wilder wrote in Our town "The living just don't understand." Wilder believed that life was meaningful only when lived with full awareness of the value of the present moment. As we are about to take a dark journey into the cloudy future we are forced, not only to look ahead to the possibility of our own deaths, but how we will react when those around us die and not make the journey with us into the new millennium. Maybe there is wisdom in having a positive outlook about life. After all, you never think about where you were before you were born, so I guess it is silly to worry about where you will be when you die.
It's good to see that you are following up on getting help.
But just remember, motherfucker, that the Survivors of Testicular cancer group is my venue. Stay the hell away from there.
It would really make my day if there was a way to install KDE with a single command. It seems to me that we have the technology to do this in Linux with a smart enough RPM setup, but then I'm not a programmer and it's really easy and fun for non-programmers to dream up "simple" projects for programmers, so I bet it's not as easy as I think. My major, super, stupendously big beef here is that under SuSE 7.3, I end up with a system with a broken useradd command. Before installing KDE 3.0 I could create user accounts with no difficulty. Now (at the command line) I create a user account and the command doesn't make a home directory for that user! That's a pretty serious problem.
There's a workaround available, though. The account's created properly in/etc/password and so on, there's just no home directory. So, you can always create a "blank" account before installing KDE 3.0, then from inside/home after you create the user and add their password (in a system where all of the users are assigned to group users):
cp -a <blankdirectory> <newusername> chown -R <newusername> <newusername>
or on a system where all users get their own group:
cp -a <blankdirectory> <newusername> chown -R <newusername>.<newusername> <newusername>
Whenever possible it's nice to be using software with less bugs, and KDE 3.0 certainly has a lot of bug fixes. It's also got quite a list of new features. However, my personal preference is to stick with the GUI version that my distribution came with, and update it when I update my distribution as a unit. Otherwise it gets just too fiddly (as you saw in the installation process) and some things invariably break, as I discovered with my ability to add users--still, I could fix the useradd problem with a quick shell script if this was my main machine. What I'd recommend is going through the list of features and seeing if any of them is something that you need. That makes it worth the hassle right there. Otherwise, only do it if you want to look at it as a learning experience, you enjoy a challenge, or you really really want to have the latest, greatest KDE GUI available--or if there's a piece of software you need that won't run without KDE 3.0.
You make joke, but apparently Karaoke bars in Manilla have stopped playing Frank Sinatra's "My Way" because of the amount of violence and death that ensues.
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And hamsters?!
And Fish?!
And female zebras in heat?!
is that this was done by a theater employee with a camcorder, not some pimply faced Norwegian with a computer.
If the MPAA really wants to prevent piracy, they'd push for better pre-employment screening of cinema ushers, not try to totally cripple a whole industry that is already many times larger and more important to the economy than Hollywood. (Shit, just video/computer gaming is bigger than Hollywood now, let alone the whole digital industry!)
Silly asses.
Dear mr troll,
I appluad your fine sense of trolldition! But I feel that your troll could use a bit of polish. I tried to find a reference to the "controversy" about who the "real" "discoverer" of the "planet" "Pluto" was, but unfortunately, the first hit on google was this : Discovery of Uranus
As it seems that my worst paranoid fantasies about the internet becoming sentinent and malicious have been proven by google giving me the goatse, I have nothing more than to say -- "I have cornered the market on rice."
The bad math troll, how droll. Most effective, though.
STFU you ignorant motherfuckers. I mean it.
.
Why the fuck do you think the pejorative term " banana republic " is in the common lexicon?!!! That was common practice in the first half of this century. I'm pretty sure that United Fruit, Dole, et al had much smaller warchests than Microsoft currently has.
You get an accountant with the right mindset, and he'll figure out where to best put your money to get the most effect -- unlike footing a "professional" military with the inherent bureaucracy and waste.
Once you install a friendly regime in one country, you can use that country to springboard your offensive into its neighbors.
You just need to make sure that the state dept is onboard with your plans.
It's been tried before. It works
Why do you think Ronnie (& his predecessors) got their panties in a bunch when Castro tried to play the same game in the same countries they already proved this in?
The Brits did the same thing for oil in the middle east. And the French did it for sheer spite in the far east.
That's why half the world doesn't like or trust us arrogant gringos.
(back th the original point about feeding starving people)
The technical problem of feeding people has been solved -- see US grain sales to the USSR for proof. The real problem is political -- starvation is a powerful tool for keeping people in line.
Thats why these pissant kleptocrats hate US aid. "Damn those rich American bastards, they're trying to feed the people we want to starve!"
(as a side note - I'm quite sure my file includes the notation "harmless armchair crank", so I'm quite safe in pointing out such unacknowledged truths).
Thank you mr. woo-woo! You just reminded me of a relevant book.
"Greener than You Think" by Ward Moore (1947)
The first eco-disaster novel. Kind of cheesy, but I suspect at the time it was written, many of the themes it explores weren't yet cliche. Unfortunately, it's out of print. There was a small publisher revival edition in the late eighties, so you might find it in the library or used.
Let them feed all the starving people on Mars !
Ha! Dilettante!
I've been in line since last Thursday!
I couldn't agree more. Being 11' 7" makes it really hard for me to enjoy a night at the movies.
I seem to be trying to make some sort of smartass point here, but bog if I can figure out what...
Canonical "Damn I wish I had mod points" post....
You, sir, are the funee!
"I'm King of the Universe. I don't know what I'm doing in a place like this."
Getting dangerously close to being b'hai, bud.
(Currently my favorite optimistic theory vs "God, by definition, is also the biggest ASSHOLE in the universe".)
"it came with a record club deal, and I never paid for it. "
So did the artists get any royalties on it?
I didn't think so.
You hit the nail on the head.
The BSA/RIAA/MPAA don't know from pirates.
Real pirates waylay you on the high seas and take your property on threat of death. And they might rape you to. That's a little bit different than little Johnny violating copyright by copying the "Lion King".
Thank you for your attention.
I like how when JoeBob Briggs showed "Planet of the Apes" on MonsterVision awhile ago, he gives this big long backstory about how Charlton "Moses" Heston fought the keep the line "Damn them, Damn them all to Hell" despite the censor's opinion. That C.H. pointed out that Taylor was not cursing in vain, but actually intended to condem the people who destroyed the Earth to hell for their arrogant foolishness.
-- Then TNT, in their infinite irony, sanitizes the line when they show the scene soon after JB's clarification.
And as Paul Harvey woudl say, now you know the rest of the story.
Hey, there's worse ways to go. On second you're sitting in orbit, the next, you're a cloud of ionized atoms.
Nobody seemed to like my little word problem a couple weeks ago about Saddam wanting to get two tons of BB's into orbit. Eh. Good thing the Israelis snuffed Gerald Bull.
"It was meant for long-range attack and also to blind spy satellites. Our scientists were seriously working on that. It was designed to explode a shell in space that would have sprayed a sticky material on the satellite and blinded it." -- The high-ranking Iraqi defector Gen. Hussein Kamel al-Majeed
Great, it wasn't bad enough Hollywood and the Austrians were ripping off Philip K. Dick, now the Scientologists are getting into the act?
Bah. At least it's not Travolta!
Troll? Or just an amazing fascimile?
This guy has some entertaining mods that you may enjoy!
Dear Mr. SkyTroller,
.
It's good to see that you are following up on getting help
But just remember, motherfucker, that the Survivors of Testicular cancer group is my venue. Stay the hell away from there.
cuts and bruises,
Marla Singer
There's a workaround available, though. The account's created properly in
or on a system where all users get their own group:
Whenever possible it's nice to be using software with less bugs, and KDE 3.0 certainly has a lot of bug fixes. It's also got quite a list of new features. However, my personal preference is to stick with the GUI version that my distribution came with, and update it when I update my distribution as a unit. Otherwise it gets just too fiddly (as you saw in the installation process) and some things invariably break, as I discovered with my ability to add users--still, I could fix the useradd problem with a quick shell script if this was my main machine. What I'd recommend is going through the list of features and seeing if any of them is something that you need. That makes it worth the hassle right there. Otherwise, only do it if you want to look at it as a learning experience, you enjoy a challenge, or you really really want to have the latest, greatest KDE GUI available--or if there's a piece of software you need that won't run without KDE 3.0.
You make joke, but apparently Karaoke bars in Manilla have stopped playing Frank Sinatra's "My Way" because of the amount of violence and death that ensues.
"Iomega's business plan is to sell the NAS devices at a loss"...
You might want to tell your buddy to remind them to get people to sign a contract if they're going that route!
$19,000?!!!
So our elected representives are not only whores, but cheap whores at that.
(Not that I can come up with the money to buy my own congresscritter. But as things go, that's popcorn money.)