Speed: You can convert a two hour long DVD movie into a high quality DIVX movie within 5 hours.
Space: Two hours long of DVD quality fit on a 750MB CD-(R)W
Ease of use : Every try to copy a DVD? One-click DVD to DIVX ripping is a lot easier than having to make VCDs. (Even newbie guides can be a little cumbersome)
Cost : Ever price out DVDRs? They're hella expensive. Compare that to, say, a 100 pack of CDRs after rebate.
...about your job moving abroad, think about how your computer/networking/machine-related job is "costing" others a job. Lots of people could be employeed to, say, use an abacus, run tin cans and string, or utilize levers and pullies.
The/. community seems to get upset when their own job is threatened without any real awareness that in the not-so-distant past, labor groups were concerned about how robots and machines might diminish the number of jobs. Heck, at least your job is going to *another* human!
(Would you prefer that we create laws that, say, preventing you from self-serve gas pumping? [like they do in Oregon])
To adequately prepare them for real life working environments, put the ones who know the least about programming in *charge* of the smart ones. Call those in charge managers.
Have you not heard of that madman who lit a lantern in the bright morning hours, ran to the market-place, and cried incessantly: "I am looking for Linux! I am looking for Linux!"
As many of those who did not believe in Linux were standing together there, he excited considerable laughter. Have you lost him, then? said one. Did he lose his way like a child? said another. Or is he hiding? Is he afraid of us? Has he gone on a voyage? or emigrated? Thus they shouted and laughed. The madman sprang into their midst and pierced them with his glances.
"Where has Linux gone?" he cried. "I shall tell you. We have killed him - you and I. We are his murderers. But how have we done this? How were we able to drink up the sea? Who gave us the sponge to wipe away the entire horizon? What did we do when we unchained the earth from its sun? Whither is it moving now? Whither are we moving now? Away from all suns? Are we not perpetually falling? Backward, sideward, forward, in all directions? Is there any up or down left? Are we not straying as through an infinite nothing? Do we not feel the breath of empty space? Has it not become colder? Is it not more and more night coming on all the time? Must not lanterns be lit in the morning? Do we not hear anything yet of the noise of the gravediggers who are burying Linux? Do we not smell anything yet of Linux's decomposition? Linux too decompose. Linux is dead. Linux remains dead. And we have killed him. How shall we, murderers of all murderers, console ourselves? That which was the holiest and mightiest of all that the world has yet possessed has bled to death under our knives. Who will wipe this blood off us? With what water could we purify ourselves? What festivals of atonement, what sacred games shall we need to invent? Is not the greatness of this deed too great for us? Must we not ourselves become Linux simply to be worthy of it? There has never been a greater deed; and whosoever shall be born after us - for the sake of this deed he shall be part of a higher history than all history hitherto."
Here the madman fell silent and again regarded his listeners; and they too were silent and stared at him in astonishment. At last he threw his lantern to the ground, and it broke and went out. "I have come too early," he said then; "my time has not come yet. The tremendous event is still on its way, still travelling - it has not yet reached the ears of men. Lightning and thunder require time, the light of the stars requires time, deeds require time even after they are done, before they can be seen and heard. This deed is still more distant from them than the distant stars - and yet they have done it themselves."
It has been further related that on that same day the madman entered divers churches and there sang a requiem. Led out and quietened, he is said to have retorted each time: "what are these churches now if they are not the tombs and sepulchres of Linux?"
For what it's worth, here is a page w/links related to the "Al Gore creating Internet" myth/joke:
In a CNN interview on 9 March 2000, Al Gore claimed "During my service in the United States Congress, I took the initiative in creating the Internet."
Was Al Gore really the "Father of the Internet"? Well, no. Albert Gore, Junior, was not elected to Congress until 1976, although his father Albert Gore, Senior, was previously a Senator. Junior represented Tennesee's Fourth District in the House of Representatives, then was elected to the US Senate in 1984. (Source: "Current Biography Yearbook 1987", page 213, edited by Charles Moritz, published by The H.H. Wilson Company, NY, copyright 1987 and 1988.) The Pentagon funded the original development of the Internet, and the military contracting company Bolt Beranek and Newman (BBN) began constructing it in 1969. (Source: see the Internet history FAQ pages listed below.) It was originally called ARPAnet, since the agency that funded it was named ARPA. By 1973 it was a modest success.
For a real kick, read about the adventures of Wendy Willcox and her dog Willis.
The Objectives
1. Reply to a Nigerian 419 Advance Fee Fraud Scam email, and pose as a potential victim.
2. Attempt to arrange a meeting with the scammer and get him to the airport, hotel, etc. as many times as possible.
3. Be a general pain-in-the-ass in the process.
The Process
1. Create a ficticious email account. (Just as the scammer does).
2. Register for crap all over the web, thus increasing the amount of spam generated to the account.
3. Respond to the eventual 419 Scam email that is sent.
4. Engage the scammer and gain his/her confidence.
5. Set up airport pickups, meetings, ad infinitum.
Wendy travels to Amsterdam on behalf of Timothy Mobuto Seko Seko and his junior brother Nzango, to recover a billion gazzillion dollars. Along the way, she encounters the good Doctor Wesley Stevens, Steve Martins, and a mysterious fat guy named Mr. Collins. Through the amazing technology of the internet Wendy gets pictures of Mr. Collins. All while sitting at her desk, halfway around the world.
How many CIOs do you know who can even mount a floppy drive in *nix, MUCH LESS make (intelligent) purchasing decisions?
I like *nix as much as any the other slashdotter, but let's admit that *nix poorly implemented in an environment is WORSE than doze properly implemented.
Imagine how devastating it could be for a company if a CIO implemented OSS with the wrong expectations? (Wanting EVERYTHING free, promised the corporate masters the moon, etc.)
If you're the type of NT admin who is going to take the trouble to trick the OS fingerprint of your NT box, you're SURE AS HELL going to be consciencous enough to take reasonable steps to avoid getting k1dd13 hacked in the first place.
`make mrproper' will do a more extensive clean'ing. It is sometimes necessary; you may wish to do it at every patch. `make mrproper' will also delete your configuration file, so you might want to make a backup of it (.config) if you see it as valuable.
'make oldconfig' will attempt to configure the kernel from an old configuration file; it will run through the `make config' process for you. If you haven't ever compiled a kernel before or don't have an old config file, then you probably shouldn't do this, as you will most likely want to change the default configuration.
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than having to make VCDs. (Even newbie guides can be a little cumbersome)
This brings up an interesting point
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(Would you prefer that we create laws that, say, preventing you from self-serve gas pumping? [like they do in Oregon])
He went from Citizen Kane to Transformers?
Have you ever actually calculated how much you'd make for that?
I know guys who have sold their characters for hundreds and hundreds of dollars.
They could have made MORE money had they used those gazillion hours to flip burgers.
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As many of those who did not believe in Linux were standing together there, he excited considerable laughter. Have you lost him, then? said one. Did he lose his way like a child? said another. Or is he hiding? Is he afraid of us? Has he gone on a voyage? or emigrated? Thus they shouted and laughed. The madman sprang into their midst and pierced them with his glances.
"Where has Linux gone?" he cried. "I shall tell you. We have killed him - you and I. We are his murderers. But how have we done this? How were we able to drink up the sea? Who gave us the sponge to wipe away the entire horizon? What did we do when we unchained the earth from its sun? Whither is it moving now? Whither are we moving now? Away from all suns? Are we not perpetually falling? Backward, sideward, forward, in all directions? Is there any up or down left? Are we not straying as through an infinite nothing? Do we not feel the breath of empty space? Has it not become colder? Is it not more and more night coming on all the time? Must not lanterns be lit in the morning? Do we not hear anything yet of the noise of the gravediggers who are burying Linux? Do we not smell anything yet of Linux's decomposition? Linux too decompose. Linux is dead. Linux remains dead. And we have killed him. How shall we, murderers of all murderers, console ourselves? That which was the holiest and mightiest of all that the world has yet possessed has bled to death under our knives. Who will wipe this blood off us? With what water could we purify ourselves? What festivals of atonement, what sacred games shall we need to invent? Is not the greatness of this deed too great for us? Must we not ourselves become Linux simply to be worthy of it? There has never been a greater deed; and whosoever shall be born after us - for the sake of this deed he shall be part of a higher history than all history hitherto."
Here the madman fell silent and again regarded his listeners; and they too were silent and stared at him in astonishment. At last he threw his lantern to the ground, and it broke and went out. "I have come too early," he said then; "my time has not come yet. The tremendous event is still on its way, still travelling - it has not yet reached the ears of men. Lightning and thunder require time, the light of the stars requires time, deeds require time even after they are done, before they can be seen and heard. This deed is still more distant from them than the distant stars - and yet they have done it themselves."
It has been further related that on that same day the madman entered divers churches and there sang a requiem. Led out and quietened, he is said to have retorted each time: "what are these churches now if they are not the tombs and sepulchres of Linux?"
(My favorite was Jawbreaker!)
Hell, look at all the "official" Pac -Man variants that they released.
And who can forget the Pac Man cereal? It was basically just a Lucky Charms ripoff!
While surfing the web for FAQs on UNIX shells, I came across this popular FAQ on the differences between shells and how to choose.
There's a great table in there that lists the features of each.
The Objectives
1. Reply to a Nigerian 419 Advance Fee Fraud Scam email, and pose as a potential victim.
2. Attempt to arrange a meeting with the scammer and get him to the airport, hotel, etc. as many times as possible.
3. Be a general pain-in-the-ass in the process.
The Process
1. Create a ficticious email account. (Just as the scammer does).
2. Register for crap all over the web, thus increasing the amount of spam generated to the account.
3. Respond to the eventual 419 Scam email that is sent.
4. Engage the scammer and gain his/her confidence.
5. Set up airport pickups, meetings, ad infinitum.
Wendy travels to Amsterdam on behalf of Timothy Mobuto Seko Seko and his junior brother Nzango, to recover a billion gazzillion dollars. Along the way, she encounters the good Doctor Wesley Stevens, Steve Martins, and a mysterious fat guy named Mr. Collins. Through the amazing technology of the internet Wendy gets pictures of Mr. Collins. All while sitting at her desk, halfway around the world.
FUCKING HILARIOUS!
I like *nix as much as any the other slashdotter, but let's admit that *nix poorly implemented in an environment is WORSE than doze properly implemented.
Imagine how devastating it could be for a company if a CIO implemented OSS with the wrong expectations? (Wanting EVERYTHING free, promised the corporate masters the moon, etc.)
You've probably already read through the NSA security guide, hardened the OS, DELETED (not just disabled) the guest account, etc.
In which case, most of the k1dd13 hacks won't affect you...
(But not before I d/led it to my local machine first!)
From this tutorial
"There is no one operating system that is perfect, you have to be involved with all of them,"
Motorola spokesman
I can see the support calls now.