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Of course, there's the "state-sanctioned" version of how Rob "CmdrTaco" Malda got his most peculiar nickname ("'CmdrTaco' is a reference to a Dave Barry article where he lists places not to take a date. Among them is any place called 'The Commander Taco' or something like that.") and then there's the real reason for said nickname.
In order to explain it, we'll need to hop into the time machine and step back a few years to when Mr. Malda was still but a wee pup in college. So I'd like to take you back to the early 90's.
Rob was fresh out of Catholic high school, with dozens of years of Catholic guilt impressed upon and built up inside him. He'd snored his way through high school, tinkering around with nothing more than computers. Fact of the matter is that most girls don't like geeks and he was too repressed to figure out a way to approach those of the fairer sex. For that matter, he was even afraid to touch himself. Based on what little sex ed had been taught in school, he knew better than to engage in premarital copulation or let his seed touch the ground, lest he burn in hell or suffer the fate of Onan. It wasn't the bullying and the scornful glances that were the worst torture of high school, it was waking up in the middle of the night, his genitals throbbing, gritting his teeth, and clenching his perineum to abate the oncoming rush of verboten relief (after his mom found his stained underwear once, he had learned better).
But college represented the ultimate to a scrawny kid who wasn't quite sure how to play well with others. It was the chance to meet completely new people and to completely reinvent himself, a rebirth of sorts. And what kind of rebirth would it be? The kind that meant he would (finally) get chicks. Catholic guilt be damned! He'd heard that throbbing in his loins loud and clear and it was finally time to do something about it. But how? The answer was clear: in addition to the obvious major in computer science, he'd pick up a minor in art. Women would look at him and see not only the provider instincts that comp sci implied, but a sensitive heart and a mind with a flair for aesthetics as well, a heart with art in it. What lady could possibly resist such a formidable combination?
Unfortunately, all of them. A little scribble on paper saying you know art is no replacement for the ability to clearly communicate that you love it as he was finding out. Things at college were no different than in high school. The girls were still hung up on the football players, leaving him struggling to make a saving throw vs. pathetic geekdom. He discovered the concept of alcohol, figuring that cracking a sixer and his inhibitions meant that he'd be cracking their legs, but again, he turned into nothing but an incoherent mess.
A year went by and no luck, aside from ridding himself of some Catholic guilt: the liberal nature of campus and the wonders of the nascent world wide web meant that with a little (very little) peer interaction skirting around the subject and lonely hours in the dead of night on weekends when his roommates were out presumably dipping their wicks meant that he'd finally been able to overcome his irrational fear of masturbation. And boy, did he ever.
Saying that he took to it like a fish to water was an understatement: he masturbated as if he honestly believed that if he did it enough, he'd win a prize. Unfortunately discovering Usenet, he learned all manner of deviant masturbatory practices, of course convincing himself that it was all OK and that this was just practice for when he finally met Ms. Right, etc., etc. You can justify some things to yourself, but there shouldn't be any way to rationally justify getting your penis lodged in a beaker. Stupid stupid! What was he thinking? But the guy on alt.sex.masturbation had said that the sensation of a penis displacing a beaker full of warm olive oil was the most "realistic" feeling ever, so who was he to doubt? It was a heart pounding few minutes waiting to return to his normal, pitifully small fla
The failure of Open Source (Score:-1, Troll) by Anonymous Coward on Tuesday October 30, @10:37AM (#2496929)
Here's another reason why Open Source is not a viable alternative as far as business is concerned - when you pay a group of programmers someone can make a final determination of the right way to proceed. In Open Source, two big egos can fork the code.
So what if it's free (in either sense)? Why would you risk your business when this kind of bickering can hold up everything?
Re:The failure of Open Source (Score:5, Insightful)
by Anonymous Coward on Tuesday October 30, @10:43AM (#2496961)
Oh please. Have you ever worked on a commercial software project? I've seen just as much if not more ego in moronic engineering team meetings at my enterprise software company. Without a single strong technical leader OR a group of smart people who all equally respect each other's opinions, the SAME THING happens on a commercial project. I've watched a Director of Engineering call meetings almost every day for 3 weeks in a row because he didn't know how to solve exactly this sort of problem. In the end he just decided to go with what the person with the most years of experience said and to get the CEO to give him blanket license to make that technical decision, though none of the other engineers agreed with it - they were all too conflict averse to speak up and too afraid about losing there jobs just as the economy was tanking (he made a bad decision indeed and the project suffered greatly for it, getting delayed by 3-4 months and even then never delivering a large portion of the promised features because this architectural decision made them impossible). That company (mine, unfortunately) is most likely going out of business soon. So don't give me this crap that ego only adversely affects Open Source projects.
An Open Letter to VA Linux Concerning Privacy on Slashdot
To whom it may concern,
It has come to our attention that Slashdot is building a detailed database of every visitor and user of Slashdot. This database includes, among other personal details, an address history which permanently records every IP address assosciated with every Slashdot user and comment for all time. We are concerned that this database is a signifigant Intellectual Property asset that may be abused in the event of a sale of Slashdot by VA Linux to a third party.
In addition, we feel that keeping a permanent and indelible record of every IP address used to post every Anonymous comment on Slashdot erases whatever hopes of anonymity that endangered or threatened users may have had. To name two examples, Chinese dissidents and corporate insiders can have no expectation of anonymously revealing civil rights violations and corporate abuse.
It is our hope that given these concerns, VA Linux or Slashdot may choose to provide an opt-out option to users, whereby users could choose not to be tracked and profiled if they so request. Some discussion has been made of a Slashdot subscription service; perhaps one revenue stream for Slashdot would be to sell Privacy Rights. For a low yearly fee, a user could purchase the right not to be tracked, profiled, and logged by IP address.
Whatever steps are taken, it is our hope that Slashdot will address the current privacy concerns in public to allay our fears and to promote open discussion.
Thanks again for creating one of the most popular sites on the Internet, and all the best.
This morning, when I logged in roughly 9 AM EDT, the comments were rated 5 and 4 respectively. Now they picked up a total of 6 "Overrated" mods. What's most strange about this is that NO BAN has been tripped.
This reeks of editor abuse. How a fairly old comment can pick up FOUR "Overrated" mods in such a short span can be explained in no other way.
You'd figure that Taco and Co. would love to see a troll change his ways and post some meaningful stuff. Apparently this is not the case. "Once a troll, always a troll" is their motto.
I was looking forward to the challenge of reforming a troll. But their shortsighted ways have proved otherwise. Fuck 'em with a broomstick, I say.
He seems to think a lot in favor of the Andrea VM.
That's ok to me, but he might want to take notice of the fact that linus didn't accept Rik's patches a lot and that 2.4.9 still had actually the VM of 2.4.5. The -ac tree was more up to date.
So for a good comparison you'll need to compare the linus and the ac tree.
Try to reply to other people comments instead of starting new threads.
Read other people's messages before posting your own to avoid simply duplicating what has already been said.
Use a clear subject that describes what your message is about.
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FREE DEAD PENIS BIRD (Score:-1) by gebyyznfgre on Tuesday October 30, @12:51PM (#2497677)
DEAD PENIS BIRD, A REFORMING TROLL, HAS SUFFERED UNDUE BANNING AND MENTAL ANGUISH, THANKS TO TACO AND CO.'S EXCESSIVE AND UNNECESSAY BITCHSLAPPING POLICY!
Check out this comment [slashdot.org] [slashdot.org] and that comment [slashdot.org] [slashdot.org].
This morning, when I logged in roughly 9 AM EDT, the comments were rated 5 and 4 respectively. Now they picked up a total of 6 "Overrated" mods. What's most strange about this is that NO BAN has been tripped.
This reeks of editor abuse. How a fairly old comment can pick up FOUR "Overrated" mods in such a short span can be explained in no other way.
You'd figure that Taco and Co. would love to see a troll change his ways and post some meaningful stuff. Apparently this is not the case. "Once a troll, always a troll" is their motto.
I was looking forward to the challenge of reforming a troll. But their shortsighted ways have proved otherwise. Fuck 'em with a broomstick, I say.
On Saturday, May 21, 1997, I fell in love with Hemos at a LUG meeting. I was 24, Hemos was 25, and a
couple of days later we moved to Virginia, where we worked as programmers for the OSDN, on a website titled Slashdot.
On Wednesday, July 7, 1997, a little while after we molested our two freinds,
JonKatz and Cowboy Neal, I told Hemos to wait on inviting one of
JonKatz's gimps over to play, that we needed "to have the most
important conversation of our lives."
"CmdrTaco, what is it?" he asked. "What's going on?" "Hemos," I replied,
"I don't know how to say this so I'll just say it
simply. I need for you to know that I'm gay and I'm coming out."
How did we get from May 21, 1997 to July 7, 1997?
For one thing, it started well before 1997. Hemos and I first met each
other in the fall of 1983, when we were attending Lincoln High School
in Charleston, our mutual hometown. We were both advanced foreign language
students (I was taking Latin, Hemos was taking French) and we shared a
tawdry love affair.
Hemos was everything I ever wanted in a gay companion--pretty and smart and
sweet and very attentive. We never dated in high school, of course. I was
much too shy to ask him out and he was much too traditional to think
about doing the asking himself.
We reconnected several years later, when we were both interning for a local gay pride website, I Like my Homosexuals Flaming.com [yahoo.com]. We corresponded from
our respective schools over the fall and winter, then began dating--and
making out--that summer. Three years later we married.
Aside from a couple of one time dates, I had never had a boyfriend and I
certainly had never made out with anyone--and by the time we started doing
so I was already 21. It wasn't like I hadn't had exposure. My best friend,
JonKatz, who went to another high school, had a boyfriend, CowboyNeal, and they had
sex all the time. It was also the case that Greg was gay--and when he
wasn't having sex with CowboyNeal he was having sex with other guys.
JonKatz and CowboyNeal and I had a quirky little relationship. They were
emotionally and physically and intellectually attracted to each other; I
was emotionally and physically attracted to JonKatz, emotionally and
intellectually attracted to CowboyNeal. And, at least as far the
emotional/intellectual part was concerned, I think they were attracted
back to me.
It didn't work out, of course. CowboyNeal went off to school, JonKatz and I stayed
in Pensacola. CowboyNeal found a new boyfriend, as did JonKatz--a whole series of
them, in fact, along with a nazi-gimp or two. And at some point along
the way, probably after he had broken up with JonKatz and before I got
together with Hemos, I pointed out to JonKatz that although I didn't think I
was "a homosexual" I was pretty sure that he was the only guy with whom I
would ever want to have a physical relationship. When he said, "I can see
that, but I think it would just be too incestuous," I said, "OK," and
went home and cried for a long time, certain that no one would ever love
me if JonKatz couldn't or wouldn't.
It really is the case that at the time I didn't know whether I was gay or
straight. I thought I might be gay--certainly it was the case that from
the time I was a little kid I had been fascinated with big, muscular men,
and that they formed the core of my sexual fantasy life once I reached
puberty and began the nightly masturbatory ritual of my adolescence. But
I didn't know whether my fantasizing about big, muscular men meant that I
was gay--or if it just meant I was really insecure about my own personal
appearance and physical prowess. Likewise, if it didn't know whether it
precluded my having a physical relationship with a woman. I'd never been
with anyone, either male or female, and I really d
Try to reply to other people comments instead of starting new threads.
Read other people's messages before posting your own to avoid simply duplicating
what has already been said.
Use a clear subject that describes what your message is about.
Offtopic, Inflammatory, Inappropriate, Illegal, or Offensive comments might be
moderated. (You can read everything, even moderated posts, by adjusting your
threshold on the User Preferences Page)
Problems regarding accounts or comment posting should be sent to
CowboyNeal.
FREE DEAD PENIS BIRD (Score:-1) by gebyyznfgre on Tuesday October 30, @12:51PM (#2497677)
DEAD PENIS BIRD, A REFORMING TROLL, HAS SUFFERED UNDUE BANNING AND MENTAL ANGUISH, THANKS TO TACO AND CO.'S EXCESSIVE AND UNNECESSAY BITCHSLAPPING POLICY!
Check out this comment [slashdot.org] [slashdot.org] and that comment [slashdot.org] [slashdot.org].
This morning, when I logged in roughly 9 AM EDT, the comments were rated 5 and 4 respectively. Now they picked up a total of 6 "Overrated" mods. What's most strange about this is that NO BAN has been tripped.
This reeks of editor abuse. How a fairly old comment can pick up FOUR "Overrated" mods in such a short span can be explained in no other way.
You'd figure that Taco and Co. would love to see a troll change his ways and post some meaningful stuff. Apparently this is not the case. "Once a troll, always a troll" is their motto.
I was looking forward to the challenge of reforming a troll. But their shortsighted ways have proved otherwise. Fuck 'em with a broomstick, I say.
On Saturday, May 21, 1997, I fell in love with Hemos at a LUG meeting. I was 24, Hemos was 25, and a
couple of days later we moved to Virginia, where we worked as programmers for the OSDN, on a website titled Slashdot.
On Wednesday, July 7, 1997, a little while after we molested our two freinds,
JonKatz and Cowboy Neal, I told Hemos to wait on inviting one of
JonKatz's gimps over to play, that we needed "to have the most
important conversation of our lives."
"CmdrTaco, what is it?" he asked. "What's going on?" "Hemos," I replied,
"I don't know how to say this so I'll just say it
simply. I need for you to know that I'm gay and I'm coming out."
How did we get from May 21, 1997 to July 7, 1997?
For one thing, it started well before 1997. Hemos and I first met each
other in the fall of 1983, when we were attending Lincoln High School
in Charleston, our mutual hometown. We were both advanced foreign language
students (I was taking Latin, Hemos was taking French) and we shared a
tawdry love affair.
Hemos was everything I ever wanted in a gay companion--pretty and smart and
sweet and very attentive. We never dated in high school, of course. I was
much too shy to ask him out and he was much too traditional to think
about doing the asking himself.
We reconnected several years later, when we were both interning for a local gay pride website, I Like my Homosexuals Flaming.com [yahoo.com]. We corresponded from
our respective schools over the fall and winter, then began dating--and
making out--that summer. Three years later we married.
Aside from a couple of one time dates, I had never had a boyfriend and I
certainly had never made out with anyone--and by the time we started doing
so I was already 21. It wasn't like I hadn't had exposure. My best friend,
JonKatz, who went to another high school, had a boyfriend, CowboyNeal, and they had
sex all the time. It was also the case that Greg was gay--and when he
wasn't having sex with CowboyNeal he was having sex with other guys.
JonKatz and CowboyNeal and I had a quirky little relationship. They were
emotionally and physically and intellectually attracted to each other; I
was emotionally and physically attracted to JonKatz, emotionally and
intellectually attracted to CowboyNeal. And, at least as far the
emotional/intellectual part was concerned, I think they were attracted
back to me.
It didn't work out, of course. CowboyNeal went off to school, JonKatz and I stayed
in Pensacola. CowboyNeal found a new boyfriend, as did JonKatz--a whole series of
them, in fact, along with a nazi-gimp or two. And at some point along
the way, probably after he had broken up with JonKatz and before I got
together with Hemos, I pointed out to JonKatz that although I didn't think I
was "a homosexual" I was pretty sure that he was the only guy with whom I
would ever want to have a physical relationship. When he said, "I can see
that, but I think it would just be too incestuous," I said, "OK," and
went home and cried for a long time, certain that no one would ever love
me if JonKatz couldn't or wouldn't.
It really is the case that at the time I didn't know whether I was gay or
straight. I thought I might be gay--certainly it was the case that from the time I was a little kid I had been fascinated with big, muscular men,
and that they formed the core of my sexual fantasy life once I reached
puberty and began the nightly masturbatory ritual of my adolescence. But
I didn't know whether my fantasizing about big, muscular men meant that I
was gay--or if it just meant I was really insecure about my own personal
appearance and physical prowess. Likewise, if it didn't know whether it
precluded my having a physical relationship with a woman. I'd never been
with anyone, either male or female, and I really d
DEAD PENIS BIRD, A REFORMING TROLL, HAS SUFFERED UNDUE BANNING AND MENTAL ANGUISH, THANKS TO TACO AND CO.'S EXCESSIVE AND UNNECESSAY BITCHSLAPPING POLICY!
Check out this comment [slashdot.org] [slashdot.org] and that comment [slashdot.org] [slashdot.org].
This morning, when I logged in roughly 9 AM EDT, the comments were rated 5 and 4 respectively. Now they picked up a total of 6 "Overrated" mods. What's most strange about this is that NO BAN has been tripped.
This reeks of editor abuse. How a fairly old comment can pick up FOUR "Overrated" mods in such a short span can be explained in no other way.
You'd figure that Taco and Co. would love to see a troll change his ways and post some meaningful stuff. Apparently this is not the case. "Once a troll, always a troll" is their motto.
I was looking forward to the challenge of reforming a troll. But their shortsighted ways have proved otherwise. Fuck 'em with a broomstick, I say.
On Saturday, May 21, 1997, I fell in love with Hemos at a LUG meeting. I was 24, Hemos was 25, and a
couple of days later we moved to Virginia, where we worked as programmers for the OSDN, on a website titled Slashdot.
On Wednesday, July 7, 1997, a little while after we molested our two freinds,
JonKatz and Cowboy Neal, I told Hemos to wait on inviting one of
JonKatz's gimps over to play, that we needed "to have the most
important conversation of our lives."
"CmdrTaco, what is it?" he asked. "What's going on?" "Hemos," I replied,
"I don't know how to say this so I'll just say it
simply. I need for you to know that I'm gay and I'm coming out."
How did we get from May 21, 1997 to July 7, 1997?
For one thing, it started well before 1997. Hemos and I first met each
other in the fall of 1983, when we were attending Lincoln High School
in Charleston, our mutual hometown. We were both advanced foreign language
students (I was taking Latin, Hemos was taking French) and we shared a
tawdry love affair.
Hemos was everything I ever wanted in a gay companion--pretty and smart and
sweet and very attentive. We never dated in high school, of course. I was
much too shy to ask him out and he was much too traditional to think
about doing the asking himself.
We reconnected several years later, when we were both interning for a local gay pride website, I Like my Homosexuals Flaming.com [yahoo.com]. We corresponded from
our respective schools over the fall and winter, then began dating--and
making out--that summer. Three years later we married.
Aside from a couple of one time dates, I had never had a boyfriend and I
certainly had never made out with anyone--and by the time we started doing
so I was already 21. It wasn't like I hadn't had exposure. My best friend,
JonKatz, who went to another high school, had a boyfriend, CowboyNeal, and they had
sex all the time. It was also the case that Greg was gay--and when he
wasn't having sex with CowboyNeal he was having sex with other guys.
JonKatz and CowboyNeal and I had a quirky little relationship. They were
emotionally and physically and intellectually attracted to each other; I
was emotionally and physically attracted to JonKatz, emotionally and
intellectually attracted to CowboyNeal. And, at least as far the
emotional/intellectual part was concerned, I think they were attracted
back to me.
It didn't work out, of course. CowboyNeal went off to school, JonKatz and I stayed
in Pensacola. CowboyNeal found a new boyfriend, as did JonKatz--a whole series of
them, in fact, along with a nazi-gimp or two. And at some point along
the way, probably after he had broken up with JonKatz and before I got
together with Hemos, I pointed out to JonKatz that although I didn't think I
was "a homosexual" I was pretty sure that he was the only guy with whom I
would ever want to have a physical relationship. When he said, "I can see
that, but I think it would just be too incestuous," I said, "OK," and
went home and cried for a long time, certain that no one would ever love
me if JonKatz couldn't or wouldn't.
It really is the case that at the time I didn't know whether I was gay or
straight. I thought I might be gay--certainly it was the case that from
the time I was a little kid I had been fascinated with big, muscular men,
and that they formed the core of my sexual fantasy life once I reached
puberty and began the nightly masturbatory ritual of my adolescence. But
I didn't know whether my fantasizing about big, muscular men meant that I
was gay--or if it just meant I was really insecure about my own personal
appearance and physical prowess. Likewise, if it didn't know whether it
precluded my having a physical relationship with a woman. I'd never been
with anyone, either male or female, and I really d
by Anonymous Coward on Tuesday October 30, @12:51PM (#2497684)
...are belong to us. FREE DEAD PENIS BIRD (Score:-1) by gebyyznfgre on Tuesday October 30, @12:51PM (#2497677)
DEAD PENIS BIRD, A REFORMING TROLL, HAS SUFFERED UNDUE BANNING AND MENTAL ANGUISH, THANKS TO TACO AND CO.'S EXCESSIVE AND UNNECESSAY BITCHSLAPPING POLICY!
Check out this comment [slashdot.org] [slashdot.org] and that comment [slashdot.org] [slashdot.org].
This morning, when I logged in roughly 9 AM EDT, the comments were rated 5 and 4 respectively. Now they picked up a total of 6 "Overrated" mods. What's most strange about this is that NO BAN has been tripped.
This reeks of editor abuse. How a fairly old comment can pick up FOUR "Overrated" mods in such a short span can be explained in no other way.
You'd figure that Taco and Co. would love to see a troll change his ways and post some meaningful stuff. Apparently this is not the case. "Once a troll, always a troll" is their motto.
I was looking forward to the challenge of reforming a troll. But their shortsighted ways have proved otherwise. Fuck 'em with a broomstick, I say.
On Saturday, May 21, 1997, I fell in love with Hemos at a LUG meeting. I was 24, Hemos was 25, and a
couple of days later we moved to Virginia, where we worked as programmers for the OSDN, on a website titled Slashdot.
On Wednesday, July 7, 1997, a little while after we molested our two freinds,
JonKatz and Cowboy Neal, I told Hemos to wait on inviting one of
JonKatz's gimps over to play, that we needed "to have the most
important conversation of our lives."
"CmdrTaco, what is it?" he asked. "What's going on?" "Hemos," I replied,
"I don't know how to say this so I'll just say it
simply. I need for you to know that I'm gay and I'm coming out."
How did we get from May 21, 1997 to July 7, 1997?
For one thing, it started well before 1997. Hemos and I first met each
other in the fall of 1983, when we were attending Lincoln High School
in Charleston, our mutual hometown. We were both advanced foreign language
students (I was taking Latin, Hemos was taking French) and we shared a
tawdry love affair.
Hemos was everything I ever wanted in a gay companion--pretty and smart and
sweet and very attentive. We never dated in high school, of course. I was
much too shy to ask him out and he was much too traditional to think
about doing the asking himself.
We reconnected several years later, when we were both interning for a local gay pride website, I Like my Homosexuals Flaming.com [yahoo.com]. We corresponded from
our respective schools over the fall and winter, then began dating--and
making out--that summer. Three years later we married.
Aside from a couple of one time dates, I had never had a boyfriend and I
certainly had never made out with anyone--and by the time we started doing
so I was already 21. It wasn't like I hadn't had exposure. My best friend,
JonKatz, who went to another high school, had a boyfriend, CowboyNeal, and they had
sex all the time. It was also the case that Greg was gay--and when he
wasn't having sex with CowboyNeal he was having sex with other guys.
JonKatz and CowboyNeal and I had a quirky little relationship. They were
emotionally and physically and intellectually attracted to each other; I
was emotionally and physically attracted to JonKatz, emotionally and
intellectually attracted to CowboyNeal. And, at least as far the
emotional/intellectual part was concerned, I think they were attracted
back to me.
It didn't work out, of course. CowboyNeal went off to school, JonKatz and I stayed
in Pensacola. CowboyNeal found a new boyfriend, as did JonKatz--a whole series of
them, in fact, along with a nazi-gimp or two. And at some point along
the way, probably after he had broken up with JonKatz and before I got
together with Hemos, I pointed out to JonKatz that although I didn't think I
was "a homosexual" I was pretty sure that he was the only guy with whom I
would ever want to have a physical relationship. When he said, "I can see
that, but I think it would just be too incestuous," I said, "OK," and
went home and cried for a long time, certain that no one would ever love
me if JonKatz couldn't or wouldn't.
It really is the case that at the time I didn't know whether I was gay or
straight. I thought I might be gay--certainly it was the case that from
the time I was a little kid I had been fascinated with big, muscular men,
and that they formed the core of my sexual fantasy life once I reached
puberty and began the nightly masturbatory ritual of my adolescence. But
I didn't know whether my fantasizing about big, muscular men meant that I
was gay--or if it just meant I was really insecure about my own personal
appearance and physical prowess. Likewise, if it didn't know whether it
precluded my having a physical relationship with a woman. I'd never been
with anyone, either male or female, and I really d
by Anonymous Coward on Tuesday October 30, @12:51PM (#2497684)
...are belong to us. FREE DEAD PENIS BIRD (Score:-1) by gebyyznfgre on Tuesday October 30, @12:51PM (#2497677)
DEAD PENIS BIRD, A REFORMING TROLL, HAS SUFFERED UNDUE BANNING AND MENTAL ANGUISH, THANKS TO TACO AND CO.'S EXCESSIVE AND UNNECESSAY BITCHSLAPPING POLICY!
Check out this comment [slashdot.org] [slashdot.org] and that comment [slashdot.org] [slashdot.org].
This morning, when I logged in roughly 9 AM EDT, the comments were rated 5 and 4 respectively. Now they picked up a total of 6 "Overrated" mods. What's most strange about this is that NO BAN has been tripped.
This reeks of editor abuse. How a fairly old comment can pick up FOUR "Overrated" mods in such a short span can be explained in no other way.
You'd figure that Taco and Co. would love to see a troll change his ways and post some meaningful stuff. Apparently this is not the case. "Once a troll, always a troll" is their motto.
I was looking forward to the challenge of reforming a troll. But their shortsighted ways have proved otherwise. Fuck 'em with a broomstick, I say.
On Saturday, May 21, 1997, I fell in love with Hemos at a LUG meeting. I was 24, Hemos was 25, and a
couple of days later we moved to Virginia, where we worked as programmers for the OSDN, on a website titled Slashdot.
On Wednesday, July 7, 1997, a little while after we molested our two freinds,
JonKatz and Cowboy Neal, I told Hemos to wait on inviting one of
JonKatz's gimps over to play, that we needed "to have the most
important conversation of our lives."
"CmdrTaco, what is it?" he asked. "What's going on?" "Hemos," I replied,
"I don't know how to say this so I'll just say it
simply. I need for you to know that I'm gay and I'm coming out."
How did we get from May 21, 1997 to July 7, 1997?
For one thing, it started well before 1997. Hemos and I first met each
other in the fall of 1983, when we were attending Lincoln High School
in Charleston, our mutual hometown. We were both advanced foreign language
students (I was taking Latin, Hemos was taking French) and we shared a
tawdry love affair.
Hemos was everything I ever wanted in a gay companion--pretty and smart and
sweet and very attentive. We never dated in high school, of course. I was
much too shy to ask him out and he was much too traditional to think
about doing the asking himself.
We reconnected several years later, when we were both interning for a local gay pride website, I Like my Homosexuals Flaming.com [yahoo.com]. We corresponded from
our respective schools over the fall and winter, then began dating--and
making out--that summer. Three years later we married.
Aside from a couple of one time dates, I had never had a boyfriend and I
certainly had never made out with anyone--and by the time we started doing
so I was already 21. It wasn't like I hadn't had exposure. My best friend,
JonKatz, who went to another high school, had a boyfriend, CowboyNeal, and they had
sex all the time. It was also the case that Greg was gay--and when he
wasn't having sex with CowboyNeal he was having sex with other guys.
JonKatz and CowboyNeal and I had a quirky little relationship. They were
emotionally and physically and intellectually attracted to each other; I
was emotionally and physically attracted to JonKatz, emotionally and
intellectually attracted to CowboyNeal. And, at least as far the
emotional/intellectual part was concerned, I think they were attracted
back to me.
It didn't work out, of course. CowboyNeal went off to school, JonKatz and I stayed
in Pensacola. CowboyNeal found a new boyfriend, as did JonKatz--a whole series of
them, in fact, along with a nazi-gimp or two. And at some point along
the way, probably after he had broken up with JonKatz and before I got
together with Hemos, I pointed out to JonKatz that although I didn't think I
was "a homosexual" I was pretty sure that he was the only guy with whom I
would ever want to have a physical relationship. When he said, "I can see
that, but I think it would just be too incestuous," I said, "OK," and
went home and cried for a long time, certain that no one would ever love
me if JonKatz couldn't or wouldn't.
It really is the case that at the time I didn't know whether I was gay or
straight. I thought I might be gay--certainly it was the case that from
the time I was a little kid I had been fascinated with big, muscular men,
and that they formed the core of my sexual fantasy life once I reached
puberty and began the nightly masturbatory ritual of my adolescence. But
I didn't know whether my fantasizing about big, muscular men meant that I
was gay--or if it just meant I was really insecure about my own personal
appearance and physical prowess. Likewise, if it didn't know whether it
precluded my having a physical relationship with a woman. I'd never been
with anyone, either male or female, and I really d
DEAD PENIS BIRD, A REFORMING TROLL, HAS SUFFERED UNDUE BANNING AND MENTAL ANGUISH, THANKS TO TACO AND CO.'S EXCESSIVE AND UNNECESSAY BITCHSLAPPING POLICY!
Check out this comment [slashdot.org] [slashdot.org] and that comment [slashdot.org] [slashdot.org].
This morning, when I logged in roughly 9 AM EDT, the comments were rated 5 and 4 respectively. Now they picked up a total of 6 "Overrated" mods. What's most strange about this is that NO BAN has been tripped.
This reeks of editor abuse. How a fairly old comment can pick up FOUR "Overrated" mods in such a short span can be explained in no other way.
You'd figure that Taco and Co. would love to see a troll change his ways and post some meaningful stuff. Apparently this is not the case. "Once a troll, always a troll" is their motto.
I was looking forward to the challenge of reforming a troll. But their shortsighted ways have proved otherwise. Fuck 'em with a broomstick, I say.
On Saturday, May 21, 1997, I fell in love with Hemos at a LUG meeting. I was 24, Hemos was 25, and a
couple of days later we moved to Virginia, where we worked as programmers for the OSDN, on a website titled Slashdot.
On Wednesday, July 7, 1997, a little while after we molested our two freinds,
JonKatz and Cowboy Neal, I told Hemos to wait on inviting one of
JonKatz's gimps over to play, that we needed "to have the most
important conversation of our lives."
"CmdrTaco, what is it?" he asked. "What's going on?" "Hemos," I replied,
"I don't know how to say this so I'll just say it
simply. I need for you to know that I'm gay and I'm coming out."
How did we get from May 21, 1997 to July 7, 1997?
For one thing, it started well before 1997. Hemos and I first met each
other in the fall of 1983, when we were attending Lincoln High School
in Charleston, our mutual hometown. We were both advanced foreign language
students (I was taking Latin, Hemos was taking French) and we shared a
tawdry love affair.
Hemos was everything I ever wanted in a gay companion--pretty and smart and
sweet and very attentive. We never dated in high school, of course. I was
much too shy to ask him out and he was much too traditional to think
about doing the asking himself.
We reconnected several years later, when we were both interning for a local gay pride website, I Like my Homosexuals Flaming.com [yahoo.com]. We corresponded from
our respective schools over the fall and winter, then began dating--and
making out--that summer. Three years later we married.
Aside from a couple of one time dates, I had never had a boyfriend and I
certainly had never made out with anyone--and by the time we started doing
so I was already 21. It wasn't like I hadn't had exposure. My best friend,
JonKatz, who went to another high school, had a boyfriend, CowboyNeal, and they had
sex all the time. It was also the case that Greg was gay--and when he
wasn't having sex with CowboyNeal he was having sex with other guys.
JonKatz and CowboyNeal and I had a quirky little relationship. They were
emotionally and physically and intellectually attracted to each other; I
was emotionally and physically attracted to JonKatz, emotionally and
intellectually attracted to CowboyNeal. And, at least as far the
emotional/intellectual part was concerned, I think they were attracted
back to me.
It didn't work out, of course. CowboyNeal went off to school, JonKatz and I stayed
in Pensacola. CowboyNeal found a new boyfriend, as did JonKatz--a whole series of
them, in fact, along with a nazi-gimp or two. And at some point along
the way, probably after he had broken up with JonKatz and before I got
together with Hemos, I pointed out to JonKatz that although I didn't think I
was "a homosexual" I was pretty sure that he was the only guy with whom I
would ever want to have a physical relationship. When he said, "I can see
that, but I think it would just be too incestuous," I said, "OK," and
went home and cried for a long time, certain that no one would ever love
me if JonKatz couldn't or wouldn't.
It really is the case that at the time I didn't know whether I was gay or
straight. I thought I might be gay--certainly it was the case that from
the time I was a little kid I had been fascinated with big, muscular men,
and that they formed the core of my sexual fantasy life once I reached
puberty and began the nightly masturbatory ritual of my adolescence. But
I didn't know whether my fantasizing about big, muscular men meant that I
was gay--or if it just meant I was really insecure about my own personal
appearance and physical prowess. Likewise, if it didn't know whether it
precluded my having a physical relationship with a woman. I'd never been
with anyone, either male or female, and I really d
by Anonymous Coward on Tuesday October 30, @12:51PM (#2497684)
...are belong to us. FREE DEAD PENIS BIRD (Score:-1) by gebyyznfgre on Tuesday October 30, @12:51PM (#2497677)
DEAD PENIS BIRD, A REFORMING TROLL, HAS SUFFERED UNDUE BANNING AND MENTAL ANGUISH, THANKS TO TACO AND CO.'S EXCESSIVE AND UNNECESSAY BITCHSLAPPING POLICY!
Check out this comment [slashdot.org] [slashdot.org] and that comment [slashdot.org] [slashdot.org].
This morning, when I logged in roughly 9 AM EDT, the comments were rated 5 and 4 respectively. Now they picked up a total of 6 "Overrated" mods. What's most strange about this is that NO BAN has been tripped.
This reeks of editor abuse. How a fairly old comment can pick up FOUR "Overrated" mods in such a short span can be explained in no other way.
You'd figure that Taco and Co. would love to see a troll change his ways and post some meaningful stuff. Apparently this is not the case. "Once a troll, always a troll" is their motto.
I was looking forward to the challenge of reforming a troll. But their shortsighted ways have proved otherwise. Fuck 'em with a broomstick, I say.
On Saturday, May 21, 1997, I fell in love with Hemos at a LUG meeting. I was 24, Hemos was 25, and a
couple of days later we moved to Virginia, where we worked as programmers for the OSDN, on a website titled Slashdot.
On Wednesday, July 7, 1997, a little while after we molested our two freinds,
JonKatz and Cowboy Neal, I told Hemos to wait on inviting one of
JonKatz's gimps over to play, that we needed "to have the most
important conversation of our lives."
"CmdrTaco, what is it?" he asked. "What's going on?" "Hemos," I replied,
"I don't know how to say this so I'll just say it
simply. I need for you to know that I'm gay and I'm coming out."
How did we get from May 21, 1997 to July 7, 1997?
For one thing, it started well before 1997. Hemos and I first met each
other in the fall of 1983, when we were attending Lincoln High School
in Charleston, our mutual hometown. We were both advanced foreign language
students (I was taking Latin, Hemos was taking French) and we shared a
tawdry love affair.
Hemos was everything I ever wanted in a gay companion--pretty and smart and
sweet and very attentive. We never dated in high school, of course. I was
much too shy to ask him out and he was much too traditional to think
about doing the asking himself.
We reconnected several years later, when we were both interning for a local gay pride website, I Like my Homosexuals Flaming.com [yahoo.com]. We corresponded from
our respective schools over the fall and winter, then began dating--and
making out--that summer. Three years later we married.
Aside from a couple of one time dates, I had never had a boyfriend and I
certainly had never made out with anyone--and by the time we started doing
so I was already 21. It wasn't like I hadn't had exposure. My best friend,
JonKatz, who went to another high school, had a boyfriend, CowboyNeal, and they had
sex all the time. It was also the case that Greg was gay--and when he
wasn't having sex with CowboyNeal he was having sex with other guys.
JonKatz and CowboyNeal and I had a quirky little relationship. They were
emotionally and physically and intellectually attracted to each other; I
was emotionally and physically attracted to JonKatz, emotionally and
intellectually attracted to CowboyNeal. And, at least as far the
emotional/intellectual part was concerned, I think they were attracted
back to me.
It didn't work out, of course. CowboyNeal went off to school, JonKatz and I stayed
in Pensacola. CowboyNeal found a new boyfriend, as did JonKatz--a whole series of
them, in fact, along with a nazi-gimp or two. And at some point along
the way, probably after he had broken up with JonKatz and before I got
together with Hemos, I pointed out to JonKatz that although I didn't think I
was "a homosexual" I was pretty sure that he was the only guy with whom I
would ever want to have a physical relationship. When he said, "I can see
that, but I think it would just be too incestuous," I said, "OK," and
went home and cried for a long time, certain that no one would ever love
me if JonKatz couldn't or wouldn't.
It really is the case that at the time I didn't know whether I was gay or
straight. I thought I might be gay--certainly it was the case that from
the time I was a little kid I had been fascinated with big, muscular men,
and that they formed the core of my sexual fantasy life once I reached
puberty and began the nightly masturbatory ritual of my adolescence. But
I didn't know whether my fantasizing about big, muscular men meant that I
was gay--or if it just meant I was really insecure about my own personal
appearance and physical prowess. Likewise, if it didn't know whether it
precluded my having a physical relationship with a woman. I'd never been
with anyone, either male or female, and I really d
FREE DEAD PENIS BIRD (Score:-1) by gebyyznfgre on Tuesday October 30, @12:51PM (#2497677) (User #530122 Info)FREE DEAD PENIS BIRD!!!
DEAD PENIS BIRD, A REFORMING TROLL, HAS SUFFERED UNDUE BANNING AND MENTAL ANGUISH, THANKS TO TACO AND CO.'S EXCESSIVE AND UNNECESSAY BITCHSLAPPING POLICY!
Check out this comment [slashdot.org] [slashdot.org] and that comment [slashdot.org] [slashdot.org].
This morning, when I logged in roughly 9 AM EDT, the comments were rated 5 and 4 respectively. Now they picked up a total of 6 "Overrated" mods. What's most strange about this is that NO BAN has been tripped.
This reeks of editor abuse. How a fairly old comment can pick up FOUR "Overrated" mods in such a short span can be explained in no other way.
You'd figure that Taco and Co. would love to see a troll change his ways and post some meaningful stuff. Apparently this is not the case. "Once a troll, always a troll" is their motto.
I was looking forward to the challenge of reforming a troll. But their shortsighted ways have proved otherwise. Fuck 'em with a broomstick, I say.
My Story: CmdrTaco's Coming Out Experience
By Rob Malda
Part 1
On Saturday, May 21, 1997, I fell in love with Hemos at a LUG meeting. I was 24, Hemos was 25, and a
couple of days later we moved to Virginia, where we worked as programmers for the OSDN, on a website titled Slashdot.
On Wednesday, July 7, 1997, a little while after we molested our two freinds,
JonKatz and Cowboy Neal, I told Hemos to wait on inviting one of
JonKatz's gimps over to play, that we needed "to have the most
important conversation of our lives."
"CmdrTaco, what is it?" he asked. "What's going on?" "Hemos," I replied,
"I don't know how to say this so I'll just say it
simply. I need for you to know that I'm gay and I'm coming out."
How did we get from May 21, 1997 to July 7, 1997?
For one thing, it started well before 1997. Hemos and I first met each
other in the fall of 1983, when we were attending Lincoln High School
in Charleston, our mutual hometown. We were both advanced foreign language
students (I was taking Latin, Hemos was taking French) and we shared a
tawdry love affair.
Hemos was everything I ever wanted in a gay companion--pretty and smart and
sweet and very attentive. We never dated in high school, of course. I was
much too shy to ask him out and he was much too traditional to think
about doing the asking himself.
We reconnected several years later, when we were both interning for a local gay pride website, I Like my Homosexuals Flaming.com [yahoo.com]. We corresponded from
our respective schools over the fall and winter, then began dating--and
making out--that summer. Three years later we married.
Aside from a couple of one time dates, I had never had a boyfriend and I
certainly had never made out with anyone--and by the time we started doing
so I was already 21. It wasn't like I hadn't had exposure. My best friend,
JonKatz, who went to another high school, had a boyfriend, CowboyNeal, and they had
sex all the time. It was also the case that Greg was gay--and when he
wasn't having sex with CowboyNeal he was having sex with other guys.
JonKatz and CowboyNeal and I had a quirky little relationship. They were
emotionally and physically and intellectually attracted to each other; I
was emotionally and physically attracted to JonKatz, emotionally and
intellectually attracted to CowboyNeal. And, at least as far the
emotional/intellectual part was concerned, I think they were attracted
back to me.
It didn't work out, of course. CowboyNeal went off to school, JonKatz and I stayed
in Pensacola. CowboyNeal found a new boyfriend, as did JonKatz--a whole series of
them, in fact, along with a nazi-gimp or two. And at some point along
the way, probably after he had broken up with JonKatz and before I got
together with Hemos, I pointed out to JonKatz that although I didn't think I
was "a homosexual" I was pretty sure that he was the only guy with whom I
would ever want to have a physical relationship. When he said, "I can see
that, but I think it would just be too incestuous," I said, "OK," and
went home and cried for a long time, certain that no one would ever love
me if JonKatz couldn't or wouldn't.
It really is the case that at the time I didn't know whether I was gay or
straight. I thought I might be gay--certainly it was the case that from
the time I was a little kid I had been fascinated with big, muscular men,
and that they formed the core of my sexual fantasy life once I reached
puberty and began the nightly masturbatory ritual of my adolescence. But
I didn't know whether my fantasizing about big, muscular men meant that I
was gay--or if it just meant I was really insecure about my own personal
appearance and physical prowess. Likewise, if it didn't know whether it
precluded my having a physical relationship with a woman. I'd never been
with anyone, either male or female, and I really d
Just because xp doesn't use it, doesn't mean I am not going to use dos.
Yet another reason NOT to go to Microsoft for new software. "You can get so much more with a kind word and a two-by-four than you can get with just a kind word."
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links to free downloads!!
Thank You
If that is so then I'm a kike too!
Thank You
Thank you
You bangers'n'mash loving ass monkey!
Thank You!
Thank you!
Thank You!
Thank You!
Thank you!
Thank You
thank you
"They always got on their knees and slapped the hell out of it.."
For some reason Katz always came in first.....
You are welcome!
Eat that biatch!!!!
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Of course, there's the "state-sanctioned" version of how Rob "CmdrTaco" Malda got his most peculiar nickname ("'CmdrTaco' is a reference to a Dave Barry article where he lists places not to take a date. Among them is any place called 'The Commander Taco' or something like that.") and then there's the real reason for said nickname.
In order to explain it, we'll need to hop into the time machine and step back a few years to when Mr. Malda was still but a wee pup in college. So I'd like to take you back to the early 90's.
Rob was fresh out of Catholic high school, with dozens of years of Catholic guilt impressed upon and built up inside him. He'd snored his way through high school, tinkering around with nothing more than computers. Fact of the matter is that most girls don't like geeks and he was too repressed to figure out a way to approach those of the fairer sex. For that matter, he was even afraid to touch himself. Based on what little sex ed had been taught in school, he knew better than to engage in premarital copulation or let his seed touch the ground, lest he burn in hell or suffer the fate of Onan. It wasn't the bullying and the scornful glances that were the worst torture of high school, it was waking up in the middle of the night, his genitals throbbing, gritting his teeth, and clenching his perineum to abate the oncoming rush of verboten relief (after his mom found his stained underwear once, he had learned better).
But college represented the ultimate to a scrawny kid who wasn't quite sure how to play well with others. It was the chance to meet completely new people and to completely reinvent himself, a rebirth of sorts. And what kind of rebirth would it be? The kind that meant he would (finally) get chicks. Catholic guilt be damned! He'd heard that throbbing in his loins loud and clear and it was finally time to do something about it. But how? The answer was clear: in addition to the obvious major in computer science, he'd pick up a minor in art. Women would look at him and see not only the provider instincts that comp sci implied, but a sensitive heart and a mind with a flair for aesthetics as well, a heart with art in it. What lady could possibly resist such a formidable combination?
Unfortunately, all of them. A little scribble on paper saying you know art is no replacement for the ability to clearly communicate that you love it as he was finding out. Things at college were no different than in high school. The girls were still hung up on the football players, leaving him struggling to make a saving throw vs. pathetic geekdom. He discovered the concept of alcohol, figuring that cracking a sixer and his inhibitions meant that he'd be cracking their legs, but again, he turned into nothing but an incoherent mess.
A year went by and no luck, aside from ridding himself of some Catholic guilt: the liberal nature of campus and the wonders of the nascent world wide web meant that with a little (very little) peer interaction skirting around the subject and lonely hours in the dead of night on weekends when his roommates were out presumably dipping their wicks meant that he'd finally been able to overcome his irrational fear of masturbation. And boy, did he ever.
Saying that he took to it like a fish to water was an understatement: he masturbated as if he honestly believed that if he did it enough, he'd win a prize. Unfortunately discovering Usenet, he learned all manner of deviant masturbatory practices, of course convincing himself that it was all OK and that this was just practice for when he finally met Ms. Right, etc., etc. You can justify some things to yourself, but there shouldn't be any way to rationally justify getting your penis lodged in a beaker. Stupid stupid! What was he thinking? But the guy on alt.sex.masturbation had said that the sensation of a penis displacing a beaker full of warm olive oil was the most "realistic" feeling ever, so who was he to doubt? It was a heart pounding few minutes waiting to return to his normal, pitifully small fla
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- Re:OT: The origins of CmdrTaco's name. by Genghis Troll (Score:-1) Tuesday October 30, @10:37AM
- Re:OT: The origins of CmdrTaco's name. by Anonymous Coward (Score:-1) Tuesday October 30, @10:42AM
- Re:OT: The origins of CmdrTaco's name. by Fucky the troll (Score:-1) Tuesday October 30, @10:54AM
- Re:OT: The origins of CmdrTaco's name. by Guns n' Roses Troll (Score:-1) Tuesday October 30, @11:29AM
- Re:OT: The origins of CmdrTaco's name. by tt2k1 (Score:-1) Tuesday October 30, @12:34PM
The failure of Open Source (Score:-1, Troll)by Anonymous Coward on Tuesday October 30, @10:37AM (#2496929)
Here's another reason why Open Source is not a viable alternative as far as business is concerned - when you pay a group of programmers someone can make a final determination of the right way to proceed. In Open Source, two big egos can fork the code.
So what if it's free (in either sense)? Why would you risk your business when this kind of bickering can hold up everything?
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Re:The failure of Open Source (Score:5, Insightful)
by Anonymous Coward on Tuesday October 30, @10:43AM (#2496961)
Oh please. Have you ever worked on a commercial software project? I've seen just as much if not more ego in moronic engineering team meetings at my enterprise software company. Without a single strong technical leader OR a group of smart people who all equally respect each other's opinions, the SAME THING happens on a commercial project. I've watched a Director of Engineering call meetings almost every day for 3 weeks in a row because he didn't know how to solve exactly this sort of problem. In the end he just decided to go with what the person with the most years of experience said and to get the CEO to give him blanket license to make that technical decision, though none of the other engineers agreed with it - they were all too conflict averse to speak up and too afraid about losing there jobs just as the economy was tanking (he made a bad decision indeed and the project suffered greatly for it, getting delayed by 3-4 months and even then never delivering a large portion of the promised features because this architectural decision made them impossible). That company (mine, unfortunately) is most likely going out of business soon. So don't give me this crap that ego only adversely affects Open Source projects.
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Time out of whack (Score:-1, Offtopic)
by Anonymous Coward on Tuesday October 30, @10:37AM (#2496930)
Did you guys forget to set the clock back on the Slashdot server? Looks like it's an hour ahead of the rest of the world...
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Please Read! True it is? (Score:-1, Troll)
by Anonymous Coward on Tuesday October 30, @10:39AM (#2496940)
I got this from The Slashdot Privacy Watch [slashdot.org]. Check out their Open Letter!!!
An Open Letter to VA Linux Concerning Privacy on Slashdot
To whom it may concern,
It has come to our attention that Slashdot is building a detailed database of every visitor and user of Slashdot. This database includes, among other personal details, an address history which permanently records every IP address assosciated with every Slashdot user and comment for all time. We are concerned that this database is a signifigant Intellectual Property asset that may be abused in the event of a sale of Slashdot by VA Linux to a third party.
In addition, we feel that keeping a permanent and indelible record of every IP address used to post every Anonymous comment on Slashdot erases whatever hopes of anonymity that endangered or threatened users may have had. To name two examples, Chinese dissidents and corporate insiders can have no expectation of anonymously revealing civil rights violations and corporate abuse.
It is our hope that given these concerns, VA Linux or Slashdot may choose to provide an opt-out option to users, whereby users could choose not to be tracked and profiled if they so request. Some discussion has been made of a Slashdot subscription service; perhaps one revenue stream for Slashdot would be to sell Privacy Rights. For a low yearly fee, a user could purchase the right not to be tracked, profiled, and logged by IP address.
Whatever steps are taken, it is our hope that Slashdot will address the current privacy concerns in public to allay our fears and to promote open discussion.
Thanks again for creating one of the most popular sites on the Internet, and all the best.
-The Slashdot Privacy Watch Team.
I don't know is this true or not?!?
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by TrollMan 5000 on Tuesday October 30, @10:41AM (#2496944)
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FREE DEAD PENIS BIRD!! STRENGTH TO THE OPPRESSED!!
Check out this comment [slashdot.org] and that comment [slashdot.org].
This morning, when I logged in roughly 9 AM EDT, the comments were rated 5 and 4 respectively. Now they picked up a total of 6 "Overrated" mods. What's most strange about this is that NO BAN has been tripped.
This reeks of editor abuse. How a fairly old comment can pick up FOUR "Overrated" mods in such a short span can be explained in no other way.
You'd figure that Taco and Co. would love to see a troll change his ways and post some meaningful stuff. Apparently this is not the case. "Once a troll, always a troll" is their motto.
I was looking forward to the challenge of reforming a troll. But their shortsighted ways have proved otherwise. Fuck 'em with a broomstick, I say.
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His favorite? (Score:5, Interesting)
by LinuxGeek8 on Tuesday October 30, @10:41AM (#2496946)
(User #184023 Info | http://chaosmongers.org/)
He seems to think a lot in favor of the Andrea VM.
That's ok to me, but he might want to take notice of the fact that linus didn't accept Rik's patches a lot and that 2.4.9 still had actually the VM of 2.4.5. The -ac tree was more up to date.
So for a good comparison you'll need to compare the linus and the ac tree.
You will buy again, cause boredom creates hunger.
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Please try to keep posts on topic.
Try to reply to other people comments instead of starting new threads.
Read other people's messages before posting your own to avoid simply duplicating what has already been said.
Use a clear subject that describes what your message is about.
Offtopic, Inflammatory, Inappropriate, Illegal, or Offensive comments might be moderated. (You can read everything, even moderated posts, by adjusting your threshold on the User Preferences Page)
Problems regarding accounts or comment posting should be sent to
CowboyNeal.
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by gebyyznfgre on Tuesday October 30, @12:51PM (#2497677)
(User #530122 Info)FREE DEAD PENIS BIRD!!!
DEAD PENIS BIRD, A REFORMING TROLL, HAS SUFFERED UNDUE BANNING AND MENTAL ANGUISH, THANKS TO TACO AND CO.'S EXCESSIVE AND UNNECESSAY BITCHSLAPPING POLICY!
Check out this comment [slashdot.org] [slashdot.org] and that comment [slashdot.org] [slashdot.org].
This morning, when I logged in roughly 9 AM EDT, the comments were rated 5 and 4 respectively. Now they picked up a total of 6 "Overrated" mods. What's most strange about this is that NO BAN has been tripped.
This reeks of editor abuse. How a fairly old comment can pick up FOUR "Overrated" mods in such a short span can be explained in no other way.
You'd figure that Taco and Co. would love to see a troll change his ways and post some meaningful stuff. Apparently this is not the case. "Once a troll, always a troll" is their motto.
I was looking forward to the challenge of reforming a troll. But their shortsighted ways have proved otherwise. Fuck 'em with a broomstick, I say.
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- Re:FREE DEAD PENIS BIRD by gebyyznfgre (Score:-1) Tuesday October 30, @12:55PM
- Re:FREE DEAD PENIS BIRD by Fucky the troll (Score:-1) Tuesday October 30, @01:01PM
Using Commodity Hardware in CmdrTaco (Score:-1)by Trolligula on Tuesday October 30, @12:51PM (#2497681)
(User #527461 Info | http://www.clownpenis.fart/ | Last Journal: Tuesday October 23, @06:20PM)
My Story: CmdrTaco's Coming Out Experience
By Rob Malda
Part 1
On Saturday, May 21, 1997, I fell in love with Hemos at a LUG meeting. I was 24, Hemos was 25, and a
couple of days later we moved to Virginia, where we worked as programmers for the OSDN, on a website titled Slashdot.
On Wednesday, July 7, 1997, a little while after we molested our two freinds,
JonKatz and Cowboy Neal, I told Hemos to wait on inviting one of
JonKatz's gimps over to play, that we needed "to have the most
important conversation of our lives."
"CmdrTaco, what is it?" he asked. "What's going on?" "Hemos," I replied,
"I don't know how to say this so I'll just say it
simply. I need for you to know that I'm gay and I'm coming out."
How did we get from May 21, 1997 to July 7, 1997?
For one thing, it started well before 1997. Hemos and I first met each
other in the fall of 1983, when we were attending Lincoln High School
in Charleston, our mutual hometown. We were both advanced foreign language
students (I was taking Latin, Hemos was taking French) and we shared a
tawdry love affair.
Hemos was everything I ever wanted in a gay companion--pretty and smart and
sweet and very attentive. We never dated in high school, of course. I was
much too shy to ask him out and he was much too traditional to think
about doing the asking himself.
We reconnected several years later, when we were both interning for a local gay pride website, I Like my Homosexuals Flaming.com [yahoo.com]. We corresponded from
our respective schools over the fall and winter, then began dating--and
making out--that summer. Three years later we married.
Aside from a couple of one time dates, I had never had a boyfriend and I
certainly had never made out with anyone--and by the time we started doing
so I was already 21. It wasn't like I hadn't had exposure. My best friend,
JonKatz, who went to another high school, had a boyfriend, CowboyNeal, and they had
sex all the time. It was also the case that Greg was gay--and when he
wasn't having sex with CowboyNeal he was having sex with other guys.
JonKatz and CowboyNeal and I had a quirky little relationship. They were
emotionally and physically and intellectually attracted to each other; I
was emotionally and physically attracted to JonKatz, emotionally and
intellectually attracted to CowboyNeal. And, at least as far the
emotional/intellectual part was concerned, I think they were attracted
back to me.
It didn't work out, of course. CowboyNeal went off to school, JonKatz and I stayed
in Pensacola. CowboyNeal found a new boyfriend, as did JonKatz--a whole series of
them, in fact, along with a nazi-gimp or two. And at some point along
the way, probably after he had broken up with JonKatz and before I got
together with Hemos, I pointed out to JonKatz that although I didn't think I
was "a homosexual" I was pretty sure that he was the only guy with whom I
would ever want to have a physical relationship. When he said, "I can see
that, but I think it would just be too incestuous," I said, "OK," and
went home and cried for a long time, certain that no one would ever love
me if JonKatz couldn't or wouldn't.
It really is the case that at the time I didn't know whether I was gay or
straight. I thought I might be gay--certainly it was the case that from
the time I was a little kid I had been fascinated with big, muscular men,
and that they formed the core of my sexual fantasy life once I reached
puberty and began the nightly masturbatory ritual of my adolescence. But
I didn't know whether my fantasizing about big, muscular men meant that I
was gay--or if it just meant I was really insecure about my own personal
appearance and physical prowess. Likewise, if it didn't know whether it
precluded my having a physical relationship with a woman. I'd never been
with anyone, either male or female, and I really d
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- Re:Using Commodity Hardware in CmdrTaco by TRoLLaXoR (Score:-1) Tuesday October 30, @01:17PM
All your first posts... (Score:-1, Offtopic)by Anonymous Coward on Tuesday October 30, @12:51PM (#2497684)
...are belong to us.
Important Stuff:
Please try to keep posts on topic.
Try to reply to other people comments instead of starting new threads.
Read other people's messages before posting your own to avoid simply duplicating
what has already been said.
Use a clear subject that describes what your message is about.
Offtopic, Inflammatory, Inappropriate, Illegal, or Offensive comments might be
moderated. (You can read everything, even moderated posts, by adjusting your
threshold on the User Preferences Page)
Problems regarding accounts or comment posting should be sent to
CowboyNeal.
FREE DEAD PENIS BIRD (Score:-1)
by gebyyznfgre on Tuesday October 30, @12:51PM (#2497677)
(User #530122 Info)FREE DEAD PENIS BIRD!!!
DEAD PENIS BIRD, A REFORMING TROLL, HAS SUFFERED UNDUE BANNING AND MENTAL ANGUISH, THANKS TO TACO AND CO.'S EXCESSIVE AND UNNECESSAY BITCHSLAPPING POLICY!
Check out this comment [slashdot.org] [slashdot.org] and that comment [slashdot.org] [slashdot.org].
This morning, when I logged in roughly 9 AM EDT, the comments were rated 5 and 4 respectively. Now they picked up a total of 6 "Overrated" mods. What's most strange about this is that NO BAN has been tripped.
This reeks of editor abuse. How a fairly old comment can pick up FOUR "Overrated" mods in such a short span can be explained in no other way.
You'd figure that Taco and Co. would love to see a troll change his ways and post some meaningful stuff. Apparently this is not the case. "Once a troll, always a troll" is their motto.
I was looking forward to the challenge of reforming a troll. But their shortsighted ways have proved otherwise. Fuck 'em with a broomstick, I say.
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Parent]
- Re:FREE DEAD PENIS BIRD by gebyyznfgre (Score:-1) Tuesday October 30, @12:55PM
- Re:FREE DEAD PENIS BIRD by Fucky the troll (Score:-1) Tuesday October 30, @01:01PM
Using Commodity Hardware in CmdrTaco (Score:-1)by Trolligula on Tuesday October 30, @12:51PM (#2497681)
(User #527461 Info | http://www.clownpenis.fart/ | Last Journal: Tuesday October 23, @06:20PM)
My Story: CmdrTaco's Coming Out Experience
By Rob Malda
Part 1
On Saturday, May 21, 1997, I fell in love with Hemos at a LUG meeting. I was 24, Hemos was 25, and a
couple of days later we moved to Virginia, where we worked as programmers for the OSDN, on a website titled Slashdot.
On Wednesday, July 7, 1997, a little while after we molested our two freinds,
JonKatz and Cowboy Neal, I told Hemos to wait on inviting one of
JonKatz's gimps over to play, that we needed "to have the most
important conversation of our lives."
"CmdrTaco, what is it?" he asked. "What's going on?" "Hemos," I replied,
"I don't know how to say this so I'll just say it
simply. I need for you to know that I'm gay and I'm coming out."
How did we get from May 21, 1997 to July 7, 1997?
For one thing, it started well before 1997. Hemos and I first met each
other in the fall of 1983, when we were attending Lincoln High School
in Charleston, our mutual hometown. We were both advanced foreign language
students (I was taking Latin, Hemos was taking French) and we shared a
tawdry love affair.
Hemos was everything I ever wanted in a gay companion--pretty and smart and
sweet and very attentive. We never dated in high school, of course. I was
much too shy to ask him out and he was much too traditional to think
about doing the asking himself.
We reconnected several years later, when we were both interning for a local gay pride website, I Like my Homosexuals Flaming.com [yahoo.com]. We corresponded from
our respective schools over the fall and winter, then began dating--and
making out--that summer. Three years later we married.
Aside from a couple of one time dates, I had never had a boyfriend and I
certainly had never made out with anyone--and by the time we started doing
so I was already 21. It wasn't like I hadn't had exposure. My best friend,
JonKatz, who went to another high school, had a boyfriend, CowboyNeal, and they had
sex all the time. It was also the case that Greg was gay--and when he
wasn't having sex with CowboyNeal he was having sex with other guys.
JonKatz and CowboyNeal and I had a quirky little relationship. They were
emotionally and physically and intellectually attracted to each other; I
was emotionally and physically attracted to JonKatz, emotionally and
intellectually attracted to CowboyNeal. And, at least as far the
emotional/intellectual part was concerned, I think they were attracted
back to me.
It didn't work out, of course. CowboyNeal went off to school, JonKatz and I stayed
in Pensacola. CowboyNeal found a new boyfriend, as did JonKatz--a whole series of
them, in fact, along with a nazi-gimp or two. And at some point along
the way, probably after he had broken up with JonKatz and before I got
together with Hemos, I pointed out to JonKatz that although I didn't think I
was "a homosexual" I was pretty sure that he was the only guy with whom I
would ever want to have a physical relationship. When he said, "I can see
that, but I think it would just be too incestuous," I said, "OK," and
went home and cried for a long time, certain that no one would ever love
me if JonKatz couldn't or wouldn't.
It really is the case that at the time I didn't know whether I was gay or
straight. I thought I might be gay--certainly it was the case that from the time I was a little kid I had been fascinated with big, muscular men,
and that they formed the core of my sexual fantasy life once I reached
puberty and began the nightly masturbatory ritual of my adolescence. But
I didn't know whether my fantasizing about big, muscular men meant that I
was gay--or if it just meant I was really insecure about my own personal
appearance and physical prowess. Likewise, if it didn't know whether it
precluded my having a physical relationship with a woman. I'd never been
with anyone, either male or female, and I really d
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- Re:Using Commodity Hardware in CmdrTaco by TRoLLaXoR (Score:-1) Tuesday October 30, @01:17PM
All your first posts... (Score:-1, Offtopic)by Anonymous Coward on Tuesday October 30, @12:51PM (#2497684)
...are belong to us.
by gebyyznfgre on Tuesday October 30, @12:51PM (#2497677)
(User #530122 Info)FREE DEAD PENIS BIRD!!!
DEAD PENIS BIRD, A REFORMING TROLL, HAS SUFFERED UNDUE BANNING AND MENTAL ANGUISH, THANKS TO TACO AND CO.'S EXCESSIVE AND UNNECESSAY BITCHSLAPPING POLICY!
Check out this comment [slashdot.org] [slashdot.org] and that comment [slashdot.org] [slashdot.org].
This morning, when I logged in roughly 9 AM EDT, the comments were rated 5 and 4 respectively. Now they picked up a total of 6 "Overrated" mods. What's most strange about this is that NO BAN has been tripped.
This reeks of editor abuse. How a fairly old comment can pick up FOUR "Overrated" mods in such a short span can be explained in no other way.
You'd figure that Taco and Co. would love to see a troll change his ways and post some meaningful stuff. Apparently this is not the case. "Once a troll, always a troll" is their motto.
I was looking forward to the challenge of reforming a troll. But their shortsighted ways have proved otherwise. Fuck 'em with a broomstick, I say.
[ Reply to This
Parent]
- Re:FREE DEAD PENIS BIRD by gebyyznfgre (Score:-1) Tuesday October 30, @12:55PM
- Re:FREE DEAD PENIS BIRD by Fucky the troll (Score:-1) Tuesday October 30, @01:01PM
Using Commodity Hardware in CmdrTaco (Score:-1)by Trolligula on Tuesday October 30, @12:51PM (#2497681)
(User #527461 Info | http://www.clownpenis.fart/ | Last Journal: Tuesday October 23, @06:20PM)
My Story: CmdrTaco's Coming Out Experience
By Rob Malda
Part 1
On Saturday, May 21, 1997, I fell in love with Hemos at a LUG meeting. I was 24, Hemos was 25, and a
couple of days later we moved to Virginia, where we worked as programmers for the OSDN, on a website titled Slashdot.
On Wednesday, July 7, 1997, a little while after we molested our two freinds,
JonKatz and Cowboy Neal, I told Hemos to wait on inviting one of
JonKatz's gimps over to play, that we needed "to have the most
important conversation of our lives."
"CmdrTaco, what is it?" he asked. "What's going on?" "Hemos," I replied,
"I don't know how to say this so I'll just say it
simply. I need for you to know that I'm gay and I'm coming out."
How did we get from May 21, 1997 to July 7, 1997?
For one thing, it started well before 1997. Hemos and I first met each
other in the fall of 1983, when we were attending Lincoln High School
in Charleston, our mutual hometown. We were both advanced foreign language
students (I was taking Latin, Hemos was taking French) and we shared a
tawdry love affair.
Hemos was everything I ever wanted in a gay companion--pretty and smart and
sweet and very attentive. We never dated in high school, of course. I was
much too shy to ask him out and he was much too traditional to think
about doing the asking himself.
We reconnected several years later, when we were both interning for a local gay pride website, I Like my Homosexuals Flaming.com [yahoo.com]. We corresponded from
our respective schools over the fall and winter, then began dating--and
making out--that summer. Three years later we married.
Aside from a couple of one time dates, I had never had a boyfriend and I
certainly had never made out with anyone--and by the time we started doing
so I was already 21. It wasn't like I hadn't had exposure. My best friend,
JonKatz, who went to another high school, had a boyfriend, CowboyNeal, and they had
sex all the time. It was also the case that Greg was gay--and when he
wasn't having sex with CowboyNeal he was having sex with other guys.
JonKatz and CowboyNeal and I had a quirky little relationship. They were
emotionally and physically and intellectually attracted to each other; I
was emotionally and physically attracted to JonKatz, emotionally and
intellectually attracted to CowboyNeal. And, at least as far the
emotional/intellectual part was concerned, I think they were attracted
back to me.
It didn't work out, of course. CowboyNeal went off to school, JonKatz and I stayed
in Pensacola. CowboyNeal found a new boyfriend, as did JonKatz--a whole series of
them, in fact, along with a nazi-gimp or two. And at some point along
the way, probably after he had broken up with JonKatz and before I got
together with Hemos, I pointed out to JonKatz that although I didn't think I
was "a homosexual" I was pretty sure that he was the only guy with whom I
would ever want to have a physical relationship. When he said, "I can see
that, but I think it would just be too incestuous," I said, "OK," and
went home and cried for a long time, certain that no one would ever love
me if JonKatz couldn't or wouldn't.
It really is the case that at the time I didn't know whether I was gay or
straight. I thought I might be gay--certainly it was the case that from
the time I was a little kid I had been fascinated with big, muscular men,
and that they formed the core of my sexual fantasy life once I reached
puberty and began the nightly masturbatory ritual of my adolescence. But
I didn't know whether my fantasizing about big, muscular men meant that I
was gay--or if it just meant I was really insecure about my own personal
appearance and physical prowess. Likewise, if it didn't know whether it
precluded my having a physical relationship with a woman. I'd never been
with anyone, either male or female, and I really d
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- Re:Using Commodity Hardware in CmdrTaco by TRoLLaXoR (Score:-1) Tuesday October 30, @01:17PM
All your first posts... (Score:-1, Offtopic)by Anonymous Coward on Tuesday October 30, @12:51PM (#2497684)
...are belong to us.
FREE DEAD PENIS BIRD (Score:-1)
by gebyyznfgre on Tuesday October 30, @12:51PM (#2497677)
(User #530122 Info)FREE DEAD PENIS BIRD!!!
DEAD PENIS BIRD, A REFORMING TROLL, HAS SUFFERED UNDUE BANNING AND MENTAL ANGUISH, THANKS TO TACO AND CO.'S EXCESSIVE AND UNNECESSAY BITCHSLAPPING POLICY!
Check out this comment [slashdot.org] [slashdot.org] and that comment [slashdot.org] [slashdot.org].
This morning, when I logged in roughly 9 AM EDT, the comments were rated 5 and 4 respectively. Now they picked up a total of 6 "Overrated" mods. What's most strange about this is that NO BAN has been tripped.
This reeks of editor abuse. How a fairly old comment can pick up FOUR "Overrated" mods in such a short span can be explained in no other way.
You'd figure that Taco and Co. would love to see a troll change his ways and post some meaningful stuff. Apparently this is not the case. "Once a troll, always a troll" is their motto.
I was looking forward to the challenge of reforming a troll. But their shortsighted ways have proved otherwise. Fuck 'em with a broomstick, I say.
[ Reply to This
Parent]
- Re:FREE DEAD PENIS BIRD by gebyyznfgre (Score:-1) Tuesday October 30, @12:55PM
- Re:FREE DEAD PENIS BIRD by Fucky the troll (Score:-1) Tuesday October 30, @01:01PM
Using Commodity Hardware in CmdrTaco (Score:-1)by Trolligula on Tuesday October 30, @12:51PM (#2497681)
(User #527461 Info | http://www.clownpenis.fart/ | Last Journal: Tuesday October 23, @06:20PM)
My Story: CmdrTaco's Coming Out Experience
By Rob Malda
Part 1
On Saturday, May 21, 1997, I fell in love with Hemos at a LUG meeting. I was 24, Hemos was 25, and a
couple of days later we moved to Virginia, where we worked as programmers for the OSDN, on a website titled Slashdot.
On Wednesday, July 7, 1997, a little while after we molested our two freinds,
JonKatz and Cowboy Neal, I told Hemos to wait on inviting one of
JonKatz's gimps over to play, that we needed "to have the most
important conversation of our lives."
"CmdrTaco, what is it?" he asked. "What's going on?" "Hemos," I replied,
"I don't know how to say this so I'll just say it
simply. I need for you to know that I'm gay and I'm coming out."
How did we get from May 21, 1997 to July 7, 1997?
For one thing, it started well before 1997. Hemos and I first met each
other in the fall of 1983, when we were attending Lincoln High School
in Charleston, our mutual hometown. We were both advanced foreign language
students (I was taking Latin, Hemos was taking French) and we shared a
tawdry love affair.
Hemos was everything I ever wanted in a gay companion--pretty and smart and
sweet and very attentive. We never dated in high school, of course. I was
much too shy to ask him out and he was much too traditional to think
about doing the asking himself.
We reconnected several years later, when we were both interning for a local gay pride website, I Like my Homosexuals Flaming.com [yahoo.com]. We corresponded from
our respective schools over the fall and winter, then began dating--and
making out--that summer. Three years later we married.
Aside from a couple of one time dates, I had never had a boyfriend and I
certainly had never made out with anyone--and by the time we started doing
so I was already 21. It wasn't like I hadn't had exposure. My best friend,
JonKatz, who went to another high school, had a boyfriend, CowboyNeal, and they had
sex all the time. It was also the case that Greg was gay--and when he
wasn't having sex with CowboyNeal he was having sex with other guys.
JonKatz and CowboyNeal and I had a quirky little relationship. They were
emotionally and physically and intellectually attracted to each other; I
was emotionally and physically attracted to JonKatz, emotionally and
intellectually attracted to CowboyNeal. And, at least as far the
emotional/intellectual part was concerned, I think they were attracted
back to me.
It didn't work out, of course. CowboyNeal went off to school, JonKatz and I stayed
in Pensacola. CowboyNeal found a new boyfriend, as did JonKatz--a whole series of
them, in fact, along with a nazi-gimp or two. And at some point along
the way, probably after he had broken up with JonKatz and before I got
together with Hemos, I pointed out to JonKatz that although I didn't think I
was "a homosexual" I was pretty sure that he was the only guy with whom I
would ever want to have a physical relationship. When he said, "I can see
that, but I think it would just be too incestuous," I said, "OK," and
went home and cried for a long time, certain that no one would ever love
me if JonKatz couldn't or wouldn't.
It really is the case that at the time I didn't know whether I was gay or
straight. I thought I might be gay--certainly it was the case that from
the time I was a little kid I had been fascinated with big, muscular men,
and that they formed the core of my sexual fantasy life once I reached
puberty and began the nightly masturbatory ritual of my adolescence. But
I didn't know whether my fantasizing about big, muscular men meant that I
was gay--or if it just meant I was really insecure about my own personal
appearance and physical prowess. Likewise, if it didn't know whether it
precluded my having a physical relationship with a woman. I'd never been
with anyone, either male or female, and I really d
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- Re:Using Commodity Hardware in CmdrTaco by TRoLLaXoR (Score:-1) Tuesday October 30, @01:17PM
All your first posts... (Score:-1, Offtopic)by Anonymous Coward on Tuesday October 30, @12:51PM (#2497684)
...are belong to us.
FREE DEAD PENIS BIRD (Score:-1)
by gebyyznfgre on Tuesday October 30, @12:51PM (#2497677)
(User #530122 Info)FREE DEAD PENIS BIRD!!!
DEAD PENIS BIRD, A REFORMING TROLL, HAS SUFFERED UNDUE BANNING AND MENTAL ANGUISH, THANKS TO TACO AND CO.'S EXCESSIVE AND UNNECESSAY BITCHSLAPPING POLICY!
Check out this comment [slashdot.org] [slashdot.org] and that comment [slashdot.org] [slashdot.org].
This morning, when I logged in roughly 9 AM EDT, the comments were rated 5 and 4 respectively. Now they picked up a total of 6 "Overrated" mods. What's most strange about this is that NO BAN has been tripped.
This reeks of editor abuse. How a fairly old comment can pick up FOUR "Overrated" mods in such a short span can be explained in no other way.
You'd figure that Taco and Co. would love to see a troll change his ways and post some meaningful stuff. Apparently this is not the case. "Once a troll, always a troll" is their motto.
I was looking forward to the challenge of reforming a troll. But their shortsighted ways have proved otherwise. Fuck 'em with a broomstick, I say.
[ Reply to This
Parent]
- Re:FREE DEAD PENIS BIRD by gebyyznfgre (Score:-1) Tuesday October 30, @12:55PM
- Re:FREE DEAD PENIS BIRD by Fucky the troll (Score:-1) Tuesday October 30, @01:01PM
Using Commodity Hardware in CmdrTaco (Score:-1)by Trolligula on Tuesday October 30, @12:51PM (#2497681)
(User #527461 Info | http://www.clownpenis.fart/ | Last Journal: Tuesday October 23, @06:20PM)
My Story: CmdrTaco's Coming Out Experience
By Rob Malda
Part 1
On Saturday, May 21, 1997, I fell in love with Hemos at a LUG meeting. I was 24, Hemos was 25, and a
couple of days later we moved to Virginia, where we worked as programmers for the OSDN, on a website titled Slashdot.
On Wednesday, July 7, 1997, a little while after we molested our two freinds,
JonKatz and Cowboy Neal, I told Hemos to wait on inviting one of
JonKatz's gimps over to play, that we needed "to have the most
important conversation of our lives."
"CmdrTaco, what is it?" he asked. "What's going on?" "Hemos," I replied,
"I don't know how to say this so I'll just say it
simply. I need for you to know that I'm gay and I'm coming out."
How did we get from May 21, 1997 to July 7, 1997?
For one thing, it started well before 1997. Hemos and I first met each
other in the fall of 1983, when we were attending Lincoln High School
in Charleston, our mutual hometown. We were both advanced foreign language
students (I was taking Latin, Hemos was taking French) and we shared a
tawdry love affair.
Hemos was everything I ever wanted in a gay companion--pretty and smart and
sweet and very attentive. We never dated in high school, of course. I was
much too shy to ask him out and he was much too traditional to think
about doing the asking himself.
We reconnected several years later, when we were both interning for a local gay pride website, I Like my Homosexuals Flaming.com [yahoo.com]. We corresponded from
our respective schools over the fall and winter, then began dating--and
making out--that summer. Three years later we married.
Aside from a couple of one time dates, I had never had a boyfriend and I
certainly had never made out with anyone--and by the time we started doing
so I was already 21. It wasn't like I hadn't had exposure. My best friend,
JonKatz, who went to another high school, had a boyfriend, CowboyNeal, and they had
sex all the time. It was also the case that Greg was gay--and when he
wasn't having sex with CowboyNeal he was having sex with other guys.
JonKatz and CowboyNeal and I had a quirky little relationship. They were
emotionally and physically and intellectually attracted to each other; I
was emotionally and physically attracted to JonKatz, emotionally and
intellectually attracted to CowboyNeal. And, at least as far the
emotional/intellectual part was concerned, I think they were attracted
back to me.
It didn't work out, of course. CowboyNeal went off to school, JonKatz and I stayed
in Pensacola. CowboyNeal found a new boyfriend, as did JonKatz--a whole series of
them, in fact, along with a nazi-gimp or two. And at some point along
the way, probably after he had broken up with JonKatz and before I got
together with Hemos, I pointed out to JonKatz that although I didn't think I
was "a homosexual" I was pretty sure that he was the only guy with whom I
would ever want to have a physical relationship. When he said, "I can see
that, but I think it would just be too incestuous," I said, "OK," and
went home and cried for a long time, certain that no one would ever love
me if JonKatz couldn't or wouldn't.
It really is the case that at the time I didn't know whether I was gay or
straight. I thought I might be gay--certainly it was the case that from
the time I was a little kid I had been fascinated with big, muscular men,
and that they formed the core of my sexual fantasy life once I reached
puberty and began the nightly masturbatory ritual of my adolescence. But
I didn't know whether my fantasizing about big, muscular men meant that I
was gay--or if it just meant I was really insecure about my own personal
appearance and physical prowess. Likewise, if it didn't know whether it
precluded my having a physical relationship with a woman. I'd never been
with anyone, either male or female, and I really d
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- Re:Using Commodity Hardware in CmdrTaco by TRoLLaXoR (Score:-1) Tuesday October 30, @01:17PM
All your first posts... (Score:-1, Offtopic)by Anonymous Coward on Tuesday October 30, @12:51PM (#2497684)
...are belong to us.
by gebyyznfgre on Tuesday October 30, @12:51PM (#2497677)
(User #530122 Info)FREE DEAD PENIS BIRD!!!
DEAD PENIS BIRD, A REFORMING TROLL, HAS SUFFERED UNDUE BANNING AND MENTAL ANGUISH, THANKS TO TACO AND CO.'S EXCESSIVE AND UNNECESSAY BITCHSLAPPING POLICY!
Check out this comment [slashdot.org] [slashdot.org] and that comment [slashdot.org] [slashdot.org].
This morning, when I logged in roughly 9 AM EDT, the comments were rated 5 and 4 respectively. Now they picked up a total of 6 "Overrated" mods. What's most strange about this is that NO BAN has been tripped.
This reeks of editor abuse. How a fairly old comment can pick up FOUR "Overrated" mods in such a short span can be explained in no other way.
You'd figure that Taco and Co. would love to see a troll change his ways and post some meaningful stuff. Apparently this is not the case. "Once a troll, always a troll" is their motto.
I was looking forward to the challenge of reforming a troll. But their shortsighted ways have proved otherwise. Fuck 'em with a broomstick, I say.
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- Re:FREE DEAD PENIS BIRD by gebyyznfgre (Score:-1) Tuesday October 30, @12:55PM
- Re:FREE DEAD PENIS BIRD by Fucky the troll (Score:-1) Tuesday October 30, @01:01PM
Using Commodity Hardware in CmdrTaco (Score:-1)by Trolligula on Tuesday October 30, @12:51PM (#2497681)
(User #527461 Info | http://www.clownpenis.fart/ | Last Journal: Tuesday October 23, @06:20PM)
My Story: CmdrTaco's Coming Out Experience
By Rob Malda
Part 1
On Saturday, May 21, 1997, I fell in love with Hemos at a LUG meeting. I was 24, Hemos was 25, and a
couple of days later we moved to Virginia, where we worked as programmers for the OSDN, on a website titled Slashdot.
On Wednesday, July 7, 1997, a little while after we molested our two freinds,
JonKatz and Cowboy Neal, I told Hemos to wait on inviting one of
JonKatz's gimps over to play, that we needed "to have the most
important conversation of our lives."
"CmdrTaco, what is it?" he asked. "What's going on?" "Hemos," I replied,
"I don't know how to say this so I'll just say it
simply. I need for you to know that I'm gay and I'm coming out."
How did we get from May 21, 1997 to July 7, 1997?
For one thing, it started well before 1997. Hemos and I first met each
other in the fall of 1983, when we were attending Lincoln High School
in Charleston, our mutual hometown. We were both advanced foreign language
students (I was taking Latin, Hemos was taking French) and we shared a
tawdry love affair.
Hemos was everything I ever wanted in a gay companion--pretty and smart and
sweet and very attentive. We never dated in high school, of course. I was
much too shy to ask him out and he was much too traditional to think
about doing the asking himself.
We reconnected several years later, when we were both interning for a local gay pride website, I Like my Homosexuals Flaming.com [yahoo.com]. We corresponded from
our respective schools over the fall and winter, then began dating--and
making out--that summer. Three years later we married.
Aside from a couple of one time dates, I had never had a boyfriend and I
certainly had never made out with anyone--and by the time we started doing
so I was already 21. It wasn't like I hadn't had exposure. My best friend,
JonKatz, who went to another high school, had a boyfriend, CowboyNeal, and they had
sex all the time. It was also the case that Greg was gay--and when he
wasn't having sex with CowboyNeal he was having sex with other guys.
JonKatz and CowboyNeal and I had a quirky little relationship. They were
emotionally and physically and intellectually attracted to each other; I
was emotionally and physically attracted to JonKatz, emotionally and
intellectually attracted to CowboyNeal. And, at least as far the
emotional/intellectual part was concerned, I think they were attracted
back to me.
It didn't work out, of course. CowboyNeal went off to school, JonKatz and I stayed
in Pensacola. CowboyNeal found a new boyfriend, as did JonKatz--a whole series of
them, in fact, along with a nazi-gimp or two. And at some point along
the way, probably after he had broken up with JonKatz and before I got
together with Hemos, I pointed out to JonKatz that although I didn't think I
was "a homosexual" I was pretty sure that he was the only guy with whom I
would ever want to have a physical relationship. When he said, "I can see
that, but I think it would just be too incestuous," I said, "OK," and
went home and cried for a long time, certain that no one would ever love
me if JonKatz couldn't or wouldn't.
It really is the case that at the time I didn't know whether I was gay or
straight. I thought I might be gay--certainly it was the case that from
the time I was a little kid I had been fascinated with big, muscular men,
and that they formed the core of my sexual fantasy life once I reached
puberty and began the nightly masturbatory ritual of my adolescence. But
I didn't know whether my fantasizing about big, muscular men meant that I
was gay--or if it just meant I was really insecure about my own personal
appearance and physical prowess. Likewise, if it didn't know whether it
precluded my having a physical relationship with a woman. I'd never been
with anyone, either male or female, and I really d
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- Re:Using Commodity Hardware in CmdrTaco by TRoLLaXoR (Score:-1) Tuesday October 30, @01:17PM
All your first posts... (Score:-1, Offtopic)by Anonymous Coward on Tuesday October 30, @12:51PM (#2497684)
...are belong to us.
FREE DEAD PENIS BIRD (Score:-1)
by gebyyznfgre on Tuesday October 30, @12:51PM (#2497677)
(User #530122 Info)FREE DEAD PENIS BIRD!!!
DEAD PENIS BIRD, A REFORMING TROLL, HAS SUFFERED UNDUE BANNING AND MENTAL ANGUISH, THANKS TO TACO AND CO.'S EXCESSIVE AND UNNECESSAY BITCHSLAPPING POLICY!
Check out this comment [slashdot.org] [slashdot.org] and that comment [slashdot.org] [slashdot.org].
This morning, when I logged in roughly 9 AM EDT, the comments were rated 5 and 4 respectively. Now they picked up a total of 6 "Overrated" mods. What's most strange about this is that NO BAN has been tripped.
This reeks of editor abuse. How a fairly old comment can pick up FOUR "Overrated" mods in such a short span can be explained in no other way.
You'd figure that Taco and Co. would love to see a troll change his ways and post some meaningful stuff. Apparently this is not the case. "Once a troll, always a troll" is their motto.
I was looking forward to the challenge of reforming a troll. But their shortsighted ways have proved otherwise. Fuck 'em with a broomstick, I say.
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- Re:FREE DEAD PENIS BIRD by gebyyznfgre (Score:-1) Tuesday October 30, @12:55PM
- Re:FREE DEAD PENIS BIRD by Fucky the troll (Score:-1) Tuesday October 30, @01:01PM
Using Commodity Hardware in CmdrTaco (Score:-1)by Trolligula on Tuesday October 30, @12:51PM (#2497681)
(User #527461 Info | http://www.clownpenis.fart/ | Last Journal: Tuesday October 23, @06:20PM)
My Story: CmdrTaco's Coming Out Experience
By Rob Malda
Part 1
On Saturday, May 21, 1997, I fell in love with Hemos at a LUG meeting. I was 24, Hemos was 25, and a
couple of days later we moved to Virginia, where we worked as programmers for the OSDN, on a website titled Slashdot.
On Wednesday, July 7, 1997, a little while after we molested our two freinds,
JonKatz and Cowboy Neal, I told Hemos to wait on inviting one of
JonKatz's gimps over to play, that we needed "to have the most
important conversation of our lives."
"CmdrTaco, what is it?" he asked. "What's going on?" "Hemos," I replied,
"I don't know how to say this so I'll just say it
simply. I need for you to know that I'm gay and I'm coming out."
How did we get from May 21, 1997 to July 7, 1997?
For one thing, it started well before 1997. Hemos and I first met each
other in the fall of 1983, when we were attending Lincoln High School
in Charleston, our mutual hometown. We were both advanced foreign language
students (I was taking Latin, Hemos was taking French) and we shared a
tawdry love affair.
Hemos was everything I ever wanted in a gay companion--pretty and smart and
sweet and very attentive. We never dated in high school, of course. I was
much too shy to ask him out and he was much too traditional to think
about doing the asking himself.
We reconnected several years later, when we were both interning for a local gay pride website, I Like my Homosexuals Flaming.com [yahoo.com]. We corresponded from
our respective schools over the fall and winter, then began dating--and
making out--that summer. Three years later we married.
Aside from a couple of one time dates, I had never had a boyfriend and I
certainly had never made out with anyone--and by the time we started doing
so I was already 21. It wasn't like I hadn't had exposure. My best friend,
JonKatz, who went to another high school, had a boyfriend, CowboyNeal, and they had
sex all the time. It was also the case that Greg was gay--and when he
wasn't having sex with CowboyNeal he was having sex with other guys.
JonKatz and CowboyNeal and I had a quirky little relationship. They were
emotionally and physically and intellectually attracted to each other; I
was emotionally and physically attracted to JonKatz, emotionally and
intellectually attracted to CowboyNeal. And, at least as far the
emotional/intellectual part was concerned, I think they were attracted
back to me.
It didn't work out, of course. CowboyNeal went off to school, JonKatz and I stayed
in Pensacola. CowboyNeal found a new boyfriend, as did JonKatz--a whole series of
them, in fact, along with a nazi-gimp or two. And at some point along
the way, probably after he had broken up with JonKatz and before I got
together with Hemos, I pointed out to JonKatz that although I didn't think I
was "a homosexual" I was pretty sure that he was the only guy with whom I
would ever want to have a physical relationship. When he said, "I can see
that, but I think it would just be too incestuous," I said, "OK," and
went home and cried for a long time, certain that no one would ever love
me if JonKatz couldn't or wouldn't.
It really is the case that at the time I didn't know whether I was gay or
straight. I thought I might be gay--certainly it was the case that from
the time I was a little kid I had been fascinated with big, muscular men,
and that they formed the core of my sexual fantasy life once I reached
puberty and began the nightly masturbatory ritual of my adolescence. But
I didn't know whether my fantasizing about big, muscular men meant that I
was gay--or if it just meant I was really insecure about my own personal
appearance and physical prowess. Likewise, if it didn't know whether it
precluded my having a physical relationship with a woman. I'd never been
with anyone, either male or female, and I really d
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- Re:Using Commodity Hardware in CmdrTaco by TRoLLaXoR (Score:-1) Tuesday October 30, @01:17PM
All your first posts... (Score:-1, Offtopic)by Anonymous Coward on Tuesday October 30, @12:51PM (#2497684)
...are belong to us.
FREE DEAD PENIS BIRD (Score:-1)
by gebyyznfgre on Tuesday October 30, @12:51PM (#2497677)
(User #530122 Info)FREE DEAD PENIS BIRD!!!
DEAD PENIS BIRD, A REFORMING TROLL, HAS SUFFERED UNDUE BANNING AND MENTAL ANGUISH, THANKS TO TACO AND CO.'S EXCESSIVE AND UNNECESSAY BITCHSLAPPING POLICY!
Check out this comment [slashdot.org] [slashdot.org] and that comment [slashdot.org] [slashdot.org].
This morning, when I logged in roughly 9 AM EDT, the comments were rated 5 and 4 respectively. Now they picked up a total of 6 "Overrated" mods. What's most strange about this is that NO BAN has been tripped.
This reeks of editor abuse. How a fairly old comment can pick up FOUR "Overrated" mods in such a short span can be explained in no other way.
You'd figure that Taco and Co. would love to see a troll change his ways and post some meaningful stuff. Apparently this is not the case. "Once a troll, always a troll" is their motto.
I was looking forward to the challenge of reforming a troll. But their shortsighted ways have proved otherwise. Fuck 'em with a broomstick, I say.
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Using Commodity Hardware in CmdrTaco (Score:-1)
by Trolligula on Tuesday October 30, @12:51PM (#2497681)
(User #527461 Info | http://www.clownpenis.fart/ | Last Journal: Tuesday October 23, @06:20PM)
My Story: CmdrTaco's Coming Out Experience
By Rob Malda
Part 1
On Saturday, May 21, 1997, I fell in love with Hemos at a LUG meeting. I was 24, Hemos was 25, and a
couple of days later we moved to Virginia, where we worked as programmers for the OSDN, on a website titled Slashdot.
On Wednesday, July 7, 1997, a little while after we molested our two freinds,
JonKatz and Cowboy Neal, I told Hemos to wait on inviting one of
JonKatz's gimps over to play, that we needed "to have the most
important conversation of our lives."
"CmdrTaco, what is it?" he asked. "What's going on?" "Hemos," I replied,
"I don't know how to say this so I'll just say it
simply. I need for you to know that I'm gay and I'm coming out."
How did we get from May 21, 1997 to July 7, 1997?
For one thing, it started well before 1997. Hemos and I first met each
other in the fall of 1983, when we were attending Lincoln High School
in Charleston, our mutual hometown. We were both advanced foreign language
students (I was taking Latin, Hemos was taking French) and we shared a
tawdry love affair.
Hemos was everything I ever wanted in a gay companion--pretty and smart and
sweet and very attentive. We never dated in high school, of course. I was
much too shy to ask him out and he was much too traditional to think
about doing the asking himself.
We reconnected several years later, when we were both interning for a local gay pride website, I Like my Homosexuals Flaming.com [yahoo.com]. We corresponded from
our respective schools over the fall and winter, then began dating--and
making out--that summer. Three years later we married.
Aside from a couple of one time dates, I had never had a boyfriend and I
certainly had never made out with anyone--and by the time we started doing
so I was already 21. It wasn't like I hadn't had exposure. My best friend,
JonKatz, who went to another high school, had a boyfriend, CowboyNeal, and they had
sex all the time. It was also the case that Greg was gay--and when he
wasn't having sex with CowboyNeal he was having sex with other guys.
JonKatz and CowboyNeal and I had a quirky little relationship. They were
emotionally and physically and intellectually attracted to each other; I
was emotionally and physically attracted to JonKatz, emotionally and
intellectually attracted to CowboyNeal. And, at least as far the
emotional/intellectual part was concerned, I think they were attracted
back to me.
It didn't work out, of course. CowboyNeal went off to school, JonKatz and I stayed
in Pensacola. CowboyNeal found a new boyfriend, as did JonKatz--a whole series of
them, in fact, along with a nazi-gimp or two. And at some point along
the way, probably after he had broken up with JonKatz and before I got
together with Hemos, I pointed out to JonKatz that although I didn't think I
was "a homosexual" I was pretty sure that he was the only guy with whom I
would ever want to have a physical relationship. When he said, "I can see
that, but I think it would just be too incestuous," I said, "OK," and
went home and cried for a long time, certain that no one would ever love
me if JonKatz couldn't or wouldn't.
It really is the case that at the time I didn't know whether I was gay or
straight. I thought I might be gay--certainly it was the case that from
the time I was a little kid I had been fascinated with big, muscular men,
and that they formed the core of my sexual fantasy life once I reached
puberty and began the nightly masturbatory ritual of my adolescence. But
I didn't know whether my fantasizing about big, muscular men meant that I
was gay--or if it just meant I was really insecure about my own personal
appearance and physical prowess. Likewise, if it didn't know whether it
precluded my having a physical relationship with a woman. I'd never been
with anyone, either male or female, and I really d
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All your first posts... (Score:-1, Offtopic)
by Anonymous Coward on Tuesday October 30, @12:51PM (#2497684)
The Fine Print:
The following comments are owned by whoever posted them.
We are not responsible for them in any way.
I'm the best (Score:-1, Offtopic)
by Anonymous Coward on Tuesday October 30, @08:47AM (#2496478)
because I'm the first! FIRST!
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bye bye (Score:0)
by Anonymous Coward on Tuesday October 30, @08:47AM (#2496481)
DOS we hardly knew yee.
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Sad to see DOS go (Score:4, Funny)
by MrBlack on Tuesday October 30, @08:49AM (#2496483)
(User #104657 Info)
While it was around I could always use this joke..."I know DOS backwards...it's SOD". I guess I'll need to find/think up/steal some more material.
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First logged in post (Score:-1)
by Genghis Troll on Tuesday October 30, @08:49AM (#2496484)
(User #158585 Info | http://www.coldsiberia.org/)
I ruptured my cock.
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Passed away My furry little hiney (Score:1)
by the_Bionic_lemming (cuddles@worlddominationbylemmings.com) on Tuesday October 30, @08:50AM (#2496486)
(User #446569 Info)
Just because xp doesn't use it, doesn't mean I am not going to use dos.
Yet another reason NOT to go to Microsoft for new software.
"You can get so much more with a kind word and a two-by-four than you can get with just a kind word."
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FreeDOS / DOSEmu (Score:2)
by CmdrPaco on Tuesday October 30, @08:50AM (#2496488)
(User #531189 Info | http://www.debian.org/)
Hopefully FreeDOS and the DOSEmu will live on!
---
Paco by name, Cmdr by trade
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A funny tribute to DOS (Score:-1, Troll)
by Anonymous Coward on Tuesday October 30, @08:50AM (#2496489)
Can be found HERE [cjb.net]
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Ave Maria??? (Score:-1, Troll)
by TheShadow on Tuesday October 30, @08:50AM (#2496490)
(User #76709 Info)
They sung Ave Maria? What kind of crack-rock shit is that?
--
"What if there is no tomorrow? There wasn't one today."
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First Post (Score:-1, Flamebait)
by Anonymous Coward on Tuesday October 30, @08:50AM (#2496491)
She tastes like my dick!!
over you??
Come on, theres enough for everyone!!
We can take turns riding momm
Call me!
Come on bitch, bend over & take it like a man!!
After that I'll have your whore mother for dessert!!!