Everything was rather quiet in the hundred acre wood. The trees whispered to each other as the wind rustled their leaves. Under a large oak tree, there lived Pooh bear. From inside Pooh's house, there came a steady bang...bang... bang!, that was making his honey jars rattle on the sideboard. The light came through the window, and in the evening sun Pooh raised the axe once more and brought it down on the tattered remains of Christopher Robin. "Why...won't... he...fit..." puffed Pooh to himself as the axe came down once more. There was a small pile of earth, and a hole next to it, which Pooh had hidden with his favourite rug. Christopher Robin, selfish prat that he was, didn't quite fit in the hole Pooh had dug, so instead of making it wider he had decided to hack Christopher Robin's legs off. "A far more sensible idea", thought Pooh, and hummed a little song to himself as he cut the last tendon and rammed the rest of the body in the hole, finally covering it up with the rug. "Always too bossy", thought Pooh, "Always too bossy, always grabbing me by the paw and saying 'Come on Pooh lets have an adventure' or 'Pooh you are silly!' in that affected cutesy spoilt brat voice, and his stupid little shorts - bastard!"
Pooh had waited all afternoon for Christopher Robin to come round, humming a little tuneless song to himself whilst gazing blankly into the fire and fondling the oaken handle of the axe. When C.R. had finally turned up, squeaking in his child-actor voice "Come on Pooh! Open Up!", Pooh had answered the door normal as anything, talked about the weather, and then went to the cupboard and fetched the axe. While C.R. had sat there, prattling on about what a silly bear Pooh was and how he had very little brain (which wound Pooh up no end) Pooh had raised the axe high and brought it down with a satisfying thud on Christopher Robin's skull, cleaving it virtually in two, with just some muscle fibre in place to keep the pieces upright, and freezing C.R's eyes wide in horror that Pooh, lovable Pooh, could do such a thing! Pooh giggled a little and wiped some saliva from his mouth with a shaky paw. Then Pooh, calm as anything, had mopped up the blood, washed the axe and begun to dig the hole.
Piglet had wondered why Pooh had not called for him that morning, to have his tea and biscuits, and so he decided to visit Pooh instead. He admired the evening sun, blood red, and listened to the birds singing. Pooh watched him get nearer and nearer, and plugged in the drill.
Piglet had no time to realise what had happened - the drill pierced his skull, sending a beautiful fountain of blood all over Pooh's orange hide. He rubbed the blood in and all over himself, licking, licking, always licking. Then he pulled Piglet inside and put him in the cupboard. The syringe lay on the sideboard, and Pooh picked it up, paws shaking and sweating, and filled it full of solution of the funny white powder that had been given to him by a strangely spaced-out Rabbit. It was a strange effect at first, and Pooh thought he had seen many strange things, but then experienced a euphoric feeling of power. It made him irritable, and C.R. and Piglet had everything that was coming to them, no doubt at all. When night had fully fallen, Pooh dragged the bodies out and buried them in a makeshift grave.
"Adios, dear 'friends'", Pooh giggled, "Things are going to change around the 100-acre wood now I'm in charge" he laughed hysterically and went indoors.
The next day Tigger and Roo made their way happily to Pooh's house, to see if he knew where C.R. and Piglet were, as no-one had seen them since yesterday. They were sure Pooh would know, as he had had tea with Piglet yesterday and was meant to be playing Pooh-sticks with C.R. in the morning.
When they reached Pooh's house the door was wide open and Pooh was nowhere to be seen. Tigger and Roo looked inside Pooh's house and noticed a large hole in Pooh's floor and a notice was stuck on the wall with a large blob of congealing honey "OWT CHAGIG THE DRAGGN" (spelling had never been one of Pooh's strong points). "That's odd", though Tigger, "there are no dragons in the 100-acre wood only heffalumps. What _is_ that silly bear up to now?"
Not even Tigger would have imagined what Pooh was up to at that moment. That morning Pooh had woken with a splitting headache and a rather snotty nose. So he had taken a large dose of the white powder and a little while later had a brilliant idea! He left the house with a container marked INSECTICIDE in big red letters. He took the container and went to Eeyor's favourite patch of thistles. "This will serve that manic depressive donkey right" laughed Pooh aloud, "always cheating at Pooh-sticks, cheats never prosper", Pooh said to himself. Then he hid behind a tree to watch the unsuspecting Eeyor eat himself to death - sheer poetic justice thought Pooh as he dumped the nearly dead body of Eeyor in the same grave as C.R. and Piglet - "Shouldn't cheat should you?", shouted Pooh as Eeyor's eyes stared with disbelief - "You're lucky I didn't chop you up into little bits and feed you to Tigger!", laughed Pooh manically, before he covered the makeshift grave over.
Pooh didn't return to the house until dinner time as he was totally spaced out ll morning. So when he returned to his house he was in an awful mood and all he needed to make him absolutely mad was the sight of Tigger and Roo bouncing up and down outside his house singing "bouncy, bouncy, fun, fun, fun, fun, fun, the wonderful....". "'Wonderful'?", thought Pooh aloud, "My foot, you'd think the writer of this shitty story could think up better lyrics for a song than that, and to think, they released the soundtrack album on cassette and CD; a lot of people are going to get ripped off." This lightened Pooh's mood somewhat, but the respite was brief.
"What was that you said?", asked Roo. "God does he never stop asking pathetic questions?", Pooh thought furiously, "I'm going to have to deal with these prats as well. Is there no-one in this place with intelligence apart from me?" Pooh asked despairingly."
Pooh felt himself extremely lucky as Roo had to go home for his afternoon sleep and that left Tigger at his mercy. Even better, Tigger suggested that himself and Pooh go and play Pooh-sticks; Pooh had smiled slyly as an idea formed in his overactive brain, and agreed - "What an opportunity", Pooh whispered to himself as he followed the innocent Tigger to the bridge.
Once on the bridge, and the rather pointless game of Pooh-sticks was under way, Pooh thought he'd much rather push his stick up Tigger's arse, rather than throwing it into the stream. Tigger was leaning over the side of the bridge looking for his stick. So he did not see Pooh's wide horrific grin as he outstretched his arms and moved toward Tigger with the intent of pushing the stupid cat into the stream - "Cats hate water, tee hee, he'll drown."
There was a loud splash as Tigger hit the water and started to struggle as his head was covered by water, he gulped and choked. Pooh was holding on to the rail of the bridge and jumping up and down with excitement and was joyously shouting at the drowning Tigger.
"Why?", spluttered Tigger as he slowly started to turn blue with the cold, which Pooh found hysterical, after all a blue Tigger?? How absolutely silly. "I'll tell you why you bastard", screamed Pooh, "It serves you right, hiding behind doors and jumping out, and scaring the shit out of people." But Tigger did not hear Pooh's answer as he was already floating downstream face down in the water, dead - "Good riddance", laughed Pooh, and looked at his watch, "Still time to get that little dick head Roo before he wakes up."
Pooh sneaked to the sleeping form of Roo's mum and saw Roo's ear poking out of her pouch - "Now I've got you, you little git", Pooh thought, smiling, as he threaded a needle with extra strong cotton. He was jolly grateful for Piglet's sewing lessons now, because he would be able to sew up Roo nice and tightly, so he would not be able to get out and his mum would not be able to rescue him. So very slowly and carefully Pooh began to sew Roo into his pouch and thereby suffocating the annoying idiotic twit. After the deed was done Pooh made his way back to his house wondering how Roo's mum would take the death of Roo. Badly, hoped Pooh, as he began to cough uncontrollably and felt general nausea overcome him.
By the time Pooh got home he had puked up several times and was very desperate for some more of the white solution. He trembled as he picked up the syringe and gave himself the remaining amount. An awfully large amount, one might say, for a small little bear like Pooh. In fact too much, Pooh died of an overdose, but he died with a smile on his face: he was dreaming that he was the only teddy bear made with a willy and dreamed how he surprised Eeyor one day - but that's a story for another day.
THE END ================================================== ===================== Written by an anonymous PUE working at IBM, Warwick, in 1987.
USENET is not a god givin right. You don't pay for the use of the USENET servers. If the admins want to block trafic over their own servers then thats their right.
I had this same problem. With DR-DOS v6. My setup: 386SX16 with 4 megs RAM,IDE HD, trident VGA ISA card, NO sound card, rs232 mouse.
I wiped the HD, installed DR-DOS then Windows 3.1 off a set of floppys that where brought when windows 3.1 first came out..NOT a beta version. Windows would start but crapped out at random times. EVEN before I installed any apps. I was told by some other people who had the same problem that the only fix was to get MS-DOS. I bent over and took it, i bought MS-DOS version 6, formated the drive, and installed DOS then Windows 3.1. After that Windows ran fine.
They "upgraded" some of the win32 clients at my work from win95 to 98. This broke SAMBA on the linux servers because MS changed the protocall just a little. Oops. The SAMBA team had a fix before we even knew what the problem was.
Thats all i know about it. I know this because back in the day I would run DR-DOS 6.0. Untill I had to run Windows 3.1. Windows would start but soon crashed with some funky error (cant remember what..but it may have been runtime) at random times. Someone told me that Windows would not run on anything BUT MS-DOS, so like a good sheep i went out and payed for MS-DOS. After that windows ran fine.
If REALLY you think that GPL or the BSDL holds any water in China then you must be smokin some good shit. If copyrights have no power at all in China why should the GPL? You can walk in to a store there and pick up the newest bootleg copy of MS's new OS and some bootleg DVD's wile your at it for $5. And the government does not care! Just look what happened to MS when they tryed to get China to do something about it.
If you think BSDL sucks then dont use BSDL software
If you think the GPL sucks then don't use GPL software
Stop bitching about the other guy's license and just move on. Who ever wrote a peace of code had a CHOICE as to which license to use...no one made him/her pick one. If you don't like it find some new software or code you own.
What do think SkipKent post #187 was talking about? Looking in/var/log might give him a good idea as to what is going on with his gateway problem. And looking in usenet and at web sites might just help him fix it. He was right to say just take it one step at a time.
"...and one person wrote to say how all his troubles that are completely unrelated to using Linux as a gateway box were really easy to solve...." That guy is just 2 31337 4 j00!:)
"Thank you for reminding me that we can still find arrogance and elitism in our industry." --Yep I know what you mean...I'm qouting some of it right now.
If a new *nix user made some effort and RTFM and still has a problem then I have no problem at all lending a hand.
BUT
If I see a new *nix user who spent about 0.125mins on a problem, didn't RTFM, and then floods Usenet/IRC/whatever with things like "How do i get Linux 6.0 to run under NT" then I say fuck-em. If they don't want to help them selfs then why should I spend my time to help them? Let those type of people stick with Windows/MacOS. Like it or not you have to be able to READ to get anyware with unix and linux.
"They want the 'Press F1 for a graphically pretty' type of help"
...and a little paper clip should come out hold their hands and tell them where to click. Just like the one in Word right? They should also be able to just keep clicking "NEXT" with out reading a thing or knowing whats really going on...right? Then why the hell dont they just use Windows in the FIRST place? I don't need 90% of the computer users in the world to be using my OS of choice to tell me it's a good OS. I know its a good OS just because it is, fuck market share.
I don't want a OS thats dumbed down to the point that it's useless and stripped of all it's power. Thats what Windows is for.
I've nerver had a problem with the HOW-TOs other then some are out of date. That is easy to figger out since they should be dated or they might start talking about kernel 2.0.4 or something. The file naming problem is mostly with oRedhat. I use Slackware and for the most part it is "generic" and the last time i used Debian it seemed that way also.
"The day RedHat tries to hide moddifications is the day the Free Software Foundation sues them." And fails...This is also the same day that the GPL becomes worthless. This is the US of A. It dosnt matter who is right-It matters who has the most $$$. Look at etoys..look at OJ..and im sure you could find a 1000 more cases.
The only real thing keeping Redhat strait is that they dont have 100% of the Linux pie. That is why I hope that SuSe,Slackware,Debian, Bob's big ass Linux Disto, etc... keep up the good work and keep making Redhat do some work.
People need to remember that Redhat's share holders didnt sign on to better the linux comunity, they signed on to make some cash. And if fucking over linux makes their stock go up 200% then they would do it with out a 2nd thought.
You should check out dhs.org and set up a address for your cablemodem. that way your website could be http://whateveryouwant.dhs.org and your email addy could be jeff@whateveryouwant.dhs.org. Much nicer then trying to remember a IP address.:)
how can you find http://ads.x10.com/zdnetmacro/nov19m1.gif offensive? Are you amish (omish?) or something? Its just a good looking girl with a white shirt on.
I'm not a hard core BSD user but I know that NetBSD (www.netbsd.org) is the most portable OS...not Linux.
And 4 diffrent Open Source versions of BSD? I thought there was only 3- FreeBSD,NetBSD and OpenBSD. How many diffrent Linux distro's are there again?
I too would like to see some real benchmarks with NT vs Linux vs FreeBSD. Though I run linux on my PC's I have tryed FreeBSD, and it is faster. Linux kiddies like your self would learn a little more if they just tryed something OTHER then linux for once. This If-Its-Not-Linux-then-it-SuX thing most/.ers got going is kinda funny in a way. I always thought Open Source users had a open mind...but I guess thats not the way it is on/.:)
Yes the bad guys can read the source...but so can the good guys. One more hole found in Linux today is just one less hole that will be there tomorow. And I would tend to think most damage is done by script kiddies that just troll rootshell and sites like that for exploit's rather then auditing the source themselfs
Sure some damage is done..this happens with open source AND closed. The big diffrence is that with closed you have to wait on the big slow company that put out the OS to come up with a patch, and wile you wait even more damage gets done. You are 100% at their mercy.
I did not just say Linux, I said Linux,*BSD and any other Unix. I don't think making it more dumbed down should be the MAIN priority. Things like keeping it stable, fast, and portable should be. To win the desktop the OS would have to be all things to all people and whould have to be full of eye candy and such. In the end it would just end up a bloated not-so-stable pile of 1' and 0's that I could get preinstalled on 99.9% of PC's NOW.
And by all means if you "can't stand it" then don't use it, it's not like anyone cares what you use anyways.
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MS BOB, The Word paper clip guy, That hidden game in Excel and leet filenames like: filen~1.txt
By A.A. Milne
Everything was rather quiet in the hundred acre wood. The trees whispered to each other as the wind rustled their leaves. Under
a large oak tree, there lived Pooh bear. From inside Pooh's house, there came a steady bang...bang... bang!, that was making
his honey jars rattle on the sideboard. The light came through the window, and in the evening sun Pooh raised the axe once more
and brought it down on the tattered remains of Christopher Robin. "Why...won't... he...fit..." puffed Pooh to himself as the
axe came down once more. There was a small pile of earth, and a hole next to it, which Pooh had hidden with his favourite rug.
Christopher Robin, selfish prat that he was, didn't quite fit in the hole Pooh had dug, so instead of making it wider he had
decided to hack Christopher Robin's legs off. "A far more sensible idea", thought Pooh, and hummed a little song to himself as
he cut the last tendon and rammed the rest of the body in the hole, finally covering it up with the rug. "Always too bossy",
thought Pooh, "Always too bossy, always grabbing me by the paw and saying 'Come on Pooh lets have an adventure' or 'Pooh you
are silly!' in that affected cutesy spoilt brat voice, and his stupid little shorts - bastard!"
Pooh had waited all afternoon for Christopher Robin to come round, humming a little tuneless song to himself whilst gazing
blankly into the fire and fondling the oaken handle of the axe. When C.R. had finally turned up, squeaking in his child-actor
voice "Come on Pooh! Open Up!", Pooh had answered the door normal as anything, talked about the weather, and then went to the
cupboard and fetched the axe. While C.R. had sat there, prattling on about what a silly bear Pooh was and how he had very
little brain (which wound Pooh up no end) Pooh had raised the axe high and brought it down with a satisfying thud on
Christopher Robin's skull, cleaving it virtually in two, with just some muscle fibre in place to keep the pieces upright, and
freezing C.R's eyes wide in horror that Pooh, lovable Pooh, could do such a thing! Pooh giggled a little and wiped some saliva
from his mouth with a shaky paw. Then Pooh, calm as anything, had mopped up the blood, washed the axe and begun to dig the
hole.
Piglet had wondered why Pooh had not called for him that morning, to have his tea and biscuits, and so he decided to visit Pooh
instead. He admired the evening sun, blood red, and listened to the birds singing. Pooh watched him get nearer and nearer, and
plugged in the drill.
Piglet had no time to realise what had happened - the drill pierced his skull, sending a beautiful fountain of blood all over
Pooh's orange hide. He rubbed the blood in and all over himself, licking, licking, always licking. Then he pulled Piglet inside
and put him in the cupboard. The syringe lay on the sideboard, and Pooh picked it up, paws shaking and sweating, and filled it
full of solution of the funny white powder that had been given to him by a strangely spaced-out Rabbit. It was a strange effect
at first, and Pooh thought he had seen many strange things, but then experienced a euphoric feeling of power. It made him
irritable, and C.R. and Piglet had everything that was coming to them, no doubt at all. When night had fully fallen, Pooh
dragged the bodies out and buried them in a makeshift grave.
"Adios, dear 'friends'", Pooh giggled, "Things are going to change around the 100-acre wood now I'm in charge" he laughed
hysterically and went indoors.
The next day Tigger and Roo made their way happily to Pooh's house, to see if he knew where C.R. and Piglet were, as no-one had
seen them since yesterday. They were sure Pooh would know, as he had had tea with Piglet yesterday and was meant to be playing
Pooh-sticks with C.R. in the morning.
When they reached Pooh's house the door was wide open and Pooh was nowhere to be seen. Tigger and Roo looked inside Pooh's
house and noticed a large hole in Pooh's floor and a notice was stuck on the wall with a large blob of congealing honey "OWT
CHAGIG THE DRAGGN" (spelling had never been one of Pooh's strong points). "That's odd", though Tigger, "there are no dragons in
the 100-acre wood only heffalumps. What _is_ that silly bear up to now?"
Not even Tigger would have imagined what Pooh was up to at that moment. That morning Pooh had woken with a splitting headache
and a rather snotty nose. So he had taken a large dose of the white powder and a little while later had a brilliant idea! He
left the house with a container marked INSECTICIDE in big red letters. He took the container and went to Eeyor's favourite
patch of thistles. "This will serve that manic depressive donkey right" laughed Pooh aloud, "always cheating at Pooh-sticks,
cheats never prosper", Pooh said to himself. Then he hid behind a tree to watch the unsuspecting Eeyor eat himself to death -
sheer poetic justice thought Pooh as he dumped the nearly dead body of Eeyor in the same grave as C.R. and Piglet - "Shouldn't
cheat should you?", shouted Pooh as Eeyor's eyes stared with disbelief - "You're lucky I didn't chop you up into little bits
and feed you to Tigger!", laughed Pooh manically, before he covered the makeshift grave over.
Pooh didn't return to the house until dinner time as he was totally spaced out ll morning. So when he returned to his house he
was in an awful mood and all he needed to make him absolutely mad was the sight of Tigger and Roo bouncing up and down outside
his house singing "bouncy, bouncy, fun, fun, fun, fun, fun, the wonderful....". "'Wonderful'?", thought Pooh aloud, "My foot,
you'd think the writer of this shitty story could think up better lyrics for a song than that, and to think, they released the
soundtrack album on cassette and CD; a lot of people are going to get ripped off." This lightened Pooh's mood somewhat, but the
respite was brief.
"What was that you said?", asked Roo. "God does he never stop asking pathetic questions?", Pooh thought furiously, "I'm going
to have to deal with these prats as well. Is there no-one in this place with intelligence apart from me?" Pooh asked
despairingly."
Pooh felt himself extremely lucky as Roo had to go home for his afternoon sleep and that left Tigger at his mercy. Even better,
Tigger suggested that himself and Pooh go and play Pooh-sticks; Pooh had smiled slyly as an idea formed in his overactive
brain, and agreed - "What an opportunity", Pooh whispered to himself as he followed the innocent Tigger to the bridge.
Once on the bridge, and the rather pointless game of Pooh-sticks was under way, Pooh thought he'd much rather push his stick up
Tigger's arse, rather than throwing it into the stream. Tigger was leaning over the side of the bridge looking for his stick.
So he did not see Pooh's wide horrific grin as he outstretched his arms and moved toward Tigger with the intent of pushing the
stupid cat into the stream - "Cats hate water, tee hee, he'll drown."
There was a loud splash as Tigger hit the water and started to struggle as his head was covered by water, he gulped and choked.
Pooh was holding on to the rail of the bridge and jumping up and down with excitement and was joyously shouting at the drowning
Tigger.
"Why?", spluttered Tigger as he slowly started to turn blue with the cold, which Pooh found hysterical, after all a blue
Tigger?? How absolutely silly. "I'll tell you why you bastard", screamed Pooh, "It serves you right, hiding behind doors and
jumping out, and scaring the shit out of people." But Tigger did not hear Pooh's answer as he was already floating downstream
face down in the water, dead - "Good riddance", laughed Pooh, and looked at his watch, "Still time to get that little dick head
Roo before he wakes up."
Pooh sneaked to the sleeping form of Roo's mum and saw Roo's ear poking out of her pouch - "Now I've got you, you little git",
Pooh thought, smiling, as he threaded a needle with extra strong cotton. He was jolly grateful for Piglet's sewing lessons now,
because he would be able to sew up Roo nice and tightly, so he would not be able to get out and his mum would not be able to
rescue him. So very slowly and carefully Pooh began to sew Roo into his pouch and thereby suffocating the annoying idiotic
twit. After the deed was done Pooh made his way back to his house wondering how Roo's mum would take the death of Roo. Badly,
hoped Pooh, as he began to cough uncontrollably and felt general nausea overcome him.
By the time Pooh got home he had puked up several times and was very desperate for some more of the white solution. He trembled
as he picked up the syringe and gave himself the remaining amount. An awfully large amount, one might say, for a small little
bear like Pooh. In fact too much, Pooh died of an overdose, but he died with a smile on his face: he was dreaming that he was
the only teddy bear made with a willy and dreamed how he surprised Eeyor one day - but that's a story for another day.
THE END
=================================================
Written by an anonymous PUE working at IBM, Warwick, in 1987.
There goes my karma
USENET is not a god givin right. You don't pay for the use of the USENET servers. If the admins want to block trafic over their own servers then thats their right.
386SX16 with 4 megs RAM,IDE HD, trident VGA ISA card, NO sound card, rs232 mouse.
I wiped the HD, installed DR-DOS then Windows 3.1 off a set of floppys that where brought when windows 3.1 first came out..NOT a beta version. Windows would start but crapped out at random times. EVEN before I installed any apps. I was told by some other people who had the same problem that the only fix was to get MS-DOS. I bent over and took it, i bought MS-DOS version 6, formated the drive, and installed DOS then Windows 3.1. After that Windows ran fine.
Long live Janet Reno! :)
They "upgraded" some of the win32 clients at my work from win95 to 98. This broke SAMBA on the linux servers because MS changed the protocall just a little. Oops. The SAMBA team had a fix before we even knew what the problem was.
Thats all i know about it. I know this because back in the day I would run DR-DOS 6.0. Untill I had to run Windows 3.1. Windows would start but soon crashed with some funky error (cant remember what..but it may have been runtime) at random times. Someone told me that Windows would not run on anything BUT MS-DOS, so like a good sheep i went out and payed for MS-DOS. After that windows ran fine.
If REALLY you think that GPL or the BSDL holds any water in China then you must be smokin some good shit. If copyrights have no power at all in China why should the GPL? You can walk in to a store there and pick up the newest bootleg copy of MS's new OS and some bootleg DVD's wile your at it for $5. And the government does not care! Just look what happened to MS when they tryed to get China to do something about it.
If you think BSDL sucks then dont use BSDL software
If you think the GPL sucks then don't use GPL software
Stop bitching about the other guy's license and just move on. Who ever wrote a peace of code had a CHOICE as to which license to use...no one made him/her pick one. If you don't like it find some new software or code you own.
"... dear God...what has become of us..." -- I'm not sure but it is a sad state.
"...and one person wrote to say how all his troubles that are completely unrelated to using Linux as a gateway box were really easy to solve...." That guy is just 2 31337 4 j00!
"
If a new *nix user made some effort and RTFM and still has a problem then I have no problem at all lending a hand.
BUT
If I see a new *nix user who spent about 0.125mins on a problem, didn't RTFM, and then floods Usenet/IRC/whatever with things like "How do i get Linux 6.0 to run under NT" then I say fuck-em. If they don't want to help them selfs then why should I spend my time to help them? Let those type of people stick with Windows/MacOS. Like it or not you have to be able to READ to get anyware with unix and linux.
I don't want a OS thats dumbed down to the point that it's useless and stripped of all it's power. Thats what Windows is for.
I've nerver had a problem with the HOW-TOs other then some are out of date. That is easy to figger out since they should be dated or they might start talking about kernel 2.0.4 or something. The file naming problem is mostly with oRedhat. I use Slackware and for the most part it is "generic" and the last time i used Debian it seemed that way also.
They gona try to hit you up for httpd logs? To bad crond cleans them once a week...right? :)
The only real thing keeping Redhat strait is that they dont have 100% of the Linux pie. That is why I hope that SuSe,Slackware,Debian, Bob's big ass Linux Disto, etc... keep up the good work and keep making Redhat do some work.
People need to remember that Redhat's share holders didnt sign on to better the linux comunity, they signed on to make some cash. And if fucking over linux makes their stock go up 200% then they would do it with out a 2nd thought.
You should check out dhs.org and set up a address for your cablemodem. that way your website could be http://whateveryouwant.dhs.org and your email addy could be jeff@whateveryouwant.dhs.org. Much nicer then trying to remember a IP address. :)
Though this isnt as nice as junkbuster it is easy as hell to setup. http://www.ecst.csuchico.edu/~atman/spam/adblock.h tml
how can you find http://ads.x10.com/zdnetmacro/nov19m1.gif offensive? Are you amish (omish?) or something? Its just a good looking girl with a white shirt on.
And 4 diffrent Open Source versions of BSD? I thought there was only 3- FreeBSD,NetBSD and OpenBSD. How many diffrent Linux distro's are there again?
I too would like to see some real benchmarks with NT vs Linux vs FreeBSD. Though I run linux on my PC's I have tryed FreeBSD, and it is faster. Linux kiddies like your self would learn a little more if they just tryed something OTHER then linux for once. This If-Its-Not-Linux-then-it-SuX thing most /.ers got going is kinda funny in a way. I always thought Open Source users had a open mind...but I guess thats not the way it is on /. :)
Wouldnt the LCD screen FREEZE? And palm Pilots cost alot more then a $0.50 used C=64. And they are easy to hack, both hardware and software.
Took them a wile to set up my windows box also...they have this big ass check list they have to run down. They also try to tweek some other things.
I know its just a small slice of the pie...but based on that list what would you want your servers to run? Hint: Li=linux and NT=WindowsNT
Sure some damage is done..this happens with open source AND closed. The big diffrence is that with closed you have to wait on the big slow company that put out the OS to come up with a patch, and wile you wait even more damage gets done. You are 100% at their mercy.
And by all means if you "can't stand it" then don't use it, it's not like anyone cares what you use anyways.