Start>Settings>Control Panel. Power Options (In Win2K). Advanced Tab. "When I Press the Power Button on My Computer..." If Hibernate is not an option, click on the Hibernate tab and enable it.
You think that's something? Every Microsoft Internet-connected product reports what web domain you are accessing to the root DNS servers controlled by Bill Gates. Did you think you were safe because you have a corporate DNS server set up? THINK AGAIN. That server also reports back to the root DNS servers!
Also, your computer is broadcasting an Internet Protocol address! Those slimy bastards!
The really cool thing about PSK31 is that your computer can copy a signal you can't even hear. Umm yeah that's cool that I can't hear radio waves, I think.
When I think of dirty old men, I think of Ike Thomas and when I think about Ike I get a hard-on that won't quit.
Sixty years ago,I worked in what was once my Grandfather's Greenhouses. Gramps had died a year earlier and Grandma, now in her seventies had been forced to sell to the competition. I got a job with the new owners and mostly worked the range by myself. That summer, they hired a man to help me get the benches ready for the fall planting.
Ike always looked like he was three days from a shave and his whiskers were dirty white, shaded by the brim of his battered felt fedora.
He did not chew tobacco but the corners of his mouth turned down in a way that, at any moment, I expected a trickle of thin, brown juice to creep down his chin. His bushy, brown eyebrows shaded pale, gray eyes.
Old Ike, he extended his hand, lifted his leg like a dog about to mark a bush and let go the loudest fart I ever heard. The old man winked at me, "Ike Thomas is the name and playing pecker's my game."
I thought he said, "Checkers." I was nineteen, green as grass. I said, "I was never much good at that game."
"Now me," said Ike, "I just love jumping men . .."
"I'll bet you do."
". . . and grabbing on to their peckers," said Ike.
"I though we were talking about . .."
"You like jumping old men's peckers?"
I shook my head.
"I reckon we'll have to remedy that." Ike lifted his right leg and let go another tremendous fart. "He said, "We best be getting to work."
That summer of 1941 was a more innocent time. I learned most of the sex I knew from those little eight pager cartoon booklets of comic-page characters going at it. Young men read them in the privacy of an outside john, played with themselves, by themselves and didn't brag about it. Sometimes, we got off with a trusted friend and helped each other out.
Under the greenhouse glass, the temperature some times climbed over the hundred degree mark. I had worked stripped to the waist since April and was as brown as a berry. On only his second day on the job and in the middle of August, Ike wore old fashioned overalls. Those and socks in his high-top work shoes was every stitch he wore. When he bent forward, the bib front billowed out and I could see the white curly hairs on his chest and belly.
"Me? I just love to eat pussy!" Ike licked his lips from corner to corner then sticking his tongue out far enough that the tip could touch the end of his nose. He said, A man's not a man till he knows first hand, the flavor of a lady's pussy."
"People do that?"
He winked. "Of course the taste of a hard cock ain't to be sneezed at neither. Now you answer me, yes or no. Does a man's cock taste salty or not?"
"I never . .."
"Well, old Ike's willing to let you find out."
"No way."
"Just teasing," said Ike. "But don't give me no sass or I'll show you my ass." He winked. "Might show it to you anyway, if you was to ask."
"Why would I do that?"
"Curiosity, maybe. I'm guessing you never had a good piece of man ass."
"I'm no queer."
"Now don't be getting judgmental. Enjoying what's at hand ain't being queer. It's taking pleasure where you find it with anybody willing." Ike slipped a hand into the side slit of his overalls and I could tell he was fondling and straightening out his cock. "Now I admit I got me a hole that satisfied a few guys."
I swallowed, hard.
Ike winked. "Care to be asshole buddies?"
***
We worked steadily until noon. Ike drew a worn pocket watch from the bib pocket of his loose overalls and croaked, "Bean time. But first its time to reel out our limber hoses and make with the golden arches before lunch."
I followed Ike to the end of the greenhouse where he stopped at the outside wall of the potting shed. He opened his fly, fished inside, and finger-hooked a soft white penis with a pouting foreskin pucke
After seeing what this place has degenerated to, I must totally agree. This was originally a technology news site which they covered, albeit sometimes multiple times, tech news.
And then, the "War Posts" came in. War this! Anti-war that! Reading most of anything there made me sick.
And after these last few days, I've realised that slashdot is already dead. The site's still here, and so are the people. What's dead is the real tech news community. It reminds me of Usenet when they let the AOL'lers in, and when the lamers moved in to EFnet. There's no one day it happens.
Good riddance.
As a last move to show my point.. USER= Josh Crawley PASSWORD= 1248163264128
The password is the same on that yahoo acct linked inside.
What do you mean? I know Vegggie Oil turns nasty when subjected to high heat, and cooled down. That's why using standard veggie oil wont work in cars (somewhat offtopic). And it also spoils due to oil eating batceria. Put out a month... Case mod=>Science experiement.
Do you think the solvents in the motherboard would dissove and create conductivity? Still, truly I dont think it's a troll.
We created Usenet you fucking europig. Now all those dirty eurofags created gay porn. You're from France, eh? Prolly just trying to cover up from your armpit hairy woman.
I thank you for a dard good response, but something just clicked in my head...
>But earlier days, like before 1965 or so, when some AM stations like WLS (890 Khz) were assigned a CLEAR CHANNEL frequency, and pooping out 50 KW, one could hear the station as far away as 2000 miles. These were non directional stations. Not sure of they changed this now. I used to listen to it as far away as Calif. But now, that's impossible, as the FCC abolished the idea of Clear channels.... I can remember picking up Boston (3000 miles) (WBZ - 1030 Khz). But not anymore.
Now I know why that radio giant is called ClearChannel. Shape all you want, but you'll still hear "us".
Just as bad as an ISP around here who 'sold' dialup accounds at $9.95 . It was unlimited access, but the secertary said they DID NOT WANT people to be online all the time. They allow unlimited time, but they said they'd harass you (Calls) if you exceeded a 'limit'.
Sound whirrrrrrrrrrrsupport is one (crakcle)area where Linux akkkkpwhas consistly trailed more ptoo ptoo ptooimportant Operatin Systemshack hack such as Microsoft Windows pukpupupkkupuand Macintosh OS. Where thosewhirrrrrrrr systems have had Professional quality supportckckckckckckc for Professional quality hardware that whirrrrrrrrrrrrworks well, Linuxkkkkkkk has been stuck (snappoofbang)in the backgroundpokopokop.
I've had much better luck with OSS (although latency sucks) than ALSA. Also, what's the deal with ALSA not being able to handle 4 or 5 channel cards? That's like a 3d graphics card with the prereq of 2.5 d only.
>Imagine you have a transmitter and receiver that send signals using exactly one frequency and no others. That is, the signal is a perfect sine wave of a particular frequency. How much information can you send on this frequency?
>The answer is none; you can't change the signal at all, so you can't send information. Once you start changing the signal, (i.e. change the amplitude) you are actually adding in more frequencies - this is Fourier 101.
Yes, because the "signal" is the domain of interference off the main frequency. A fourier transform just determines the composition of frequencies, right?
What I still dont understand is that unlike digital setups, frequencies are all analog. Instead of seeing noticable spikes in a "graphical signal", why not just encode data on much smaller deviations of the sine wave? In essence, more sensitive tramsnitter/receiver?
>To send information, you have to use a band of frequencies. The wider the band, the more information per channel, but the fewer channels. So there is a limited amount of information that can be sent.
I still fail to understand why we can transfer more if we reduce the domain of a channel, but increase the sensitivity of the equipment..
OK. If you're "cutting fractions", then yes, you're right. However, you're talking about a set of atoms (arranged as bread, or sand, or whatever physical object). There's a given amount of atoms in that bread.
Now, say we seperate the neutrons, protons, and electrons, we still have a specific number, albeit large. Now, Neutrons are just 1 electron, 1 proton, and energy of a neutrino. A proton is made of 3 quarks with a few thousand gluons per proton. No matter how many number there is, IT'S STILL A FINITE NUMBER.
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Q: How can you tell if a nigger is well hung?
A: You can't fit your finger between his neck and the noose!!!!
WAHAHAHAHAHAHHA!
Start>Settings>Control Panel. Power Options (In Win2K). Advanced Tab. "When I Press the Power Button on My Computer..." If Hibernate is not an option, click on the Hibernate tab and enable it.
I don't see how this can be made much easier.
Yeah, but what's the THAC0?
You think that's something? Every Microsoft Internet-connected product reports what web domain you are accessing to the root DNS servers controlled by Bill Gates. Did you think you were safe because you have a corporate DNS server set up? THINK AGAIN. That server also reports back to the root DNS servers!
Also, your computer is broadcasting an Internet Protocol address! Those slimy bastards!
The really cool thing about PSK31 is that your computer can copy a signal you can't even hear.
Umm yeah that's cool that I can't hear radio waves, I think.
When I think of dirty old men, I think of Ike Thomas and when I think about Ike I get a hard-on that won't quit.
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Sixty years ago,I worked in what was once my Grandfather's Greenhouses. Gramps had died a year earlier and Grandma, now in her seventies had been forced to sell to the competition. I got a job with the new owners and mostly worked the range by myself. That summer, they hired a man to help me get the benches ready for the fall planting.
Ike always looked like he was three days from a shave and his whiskers were dirty white, shaded by the brim of his battered felt fedora.
He did not chew tobacco but the corners of his mouth turned down in a way that, at any moment, I expected a trickle of thin, brown juice to creep down his chin. His bushy, brown eyebrows shaded pale, gray eyes.
Old Ike, he extended his hand, lifted his leg like a dog about to mark a bush and let go the loudest fart I ever heard. The old man winked at me, "Ike Thomas is the name and playing pecker's my game."
I thought he said, "Checkers." I was nineteen, green as grass. I said, "I was never much good at that game."
"Now me," said Ike, "I just love jumping men . .
"I'll bet you do."
". . . and grabbing on to their peckers," said Ike.
"I though we were talking about . .
"You like jumping old men's peckers?"
I shook my head.
"I reckon we'll have to remedy that." Ike lifted his right leg and let go another tremendous fart. "He said, "We best be getting to work."
That summer of 1941 was a more innocent time. I learned most of the sex I knew from those little eight pager cartoon booklets of comic-page characters going at it. Young men read them in the privacy of an outside john, played with themselves, by themselves and didn't brag about it. Sometimes, we got off with a trusted friend and helped each other out.
Under the greenhouse glass, the temperature some times climbed over the hundred degree mark. I had worked stripped to the waist since April and was as brown as a berry. On only his second day on the job and in the middle of August, Ike wore old fashioned overalls. Those and socks in his high-top work shoes was every stitch he wore. When he bent forward, the bib front billowed out and I could see the white curly hairs on his chest and belly.
"Me? I just love to eat pussy!" Ike licked his lips from corner to corner then sticking his tongue out far enough that the tip could touch the end of his nose. He said, A man's not a man till he knows first hand, the flavor of a lady's pussy."
"People do that?"
He winked. "Of course the taste of a hard cock ain't to be sneezed at neither. Now you answer me, yes or no. Does a man's cock taste salty or not?"
"I never . .
"Well, old Ike's willing to let you find out."
"No way."
"Just teasing," said Ike. "But don't give me no sass or I'll show you my ass." He winked. "Might show it to you anyway, if you was to ask."
"Why would I do that?"
"Curiosity, maybe. I'm guessing you never had a good piece of man ass."
"I'm no queer."
"Now don't be getting judgmental. Enjoying what's at hand ain't being queer. It's taking pleasure where you find it with anybody willing." Ike slipped a hand into the side slit of his overalls and I could tell he was fondling and straightening out his cock. "Now I admit I got me a hole that satisfied a few guys."
I swallowed, hard.
Ike winked. "Care to be asshole buddies?"
***
We worked steadily until noon. Ike drew a worn pocket watch from the bib pocket of his loose overalls and croaked, "Bean time. But first its time to reel out our limber hoses and make with the golden arches before lunch."
I followed Ike to the end of the greenhouse where he stopped at the outside wall of the potting shed. He opened his fly, fished inside, and finger-hooked a soft white penis with a pouting foreskin pucke
No, it's just Mexico. They also try to charge for videotaping your vacation at certain tourist sites. No shit.
For what it's worth, broken up dry ramen noodles can be used as a sort of "crouton" on salads.
...in other news, Frankie Goes to Hollywood releases its latest work for free under the GPL; also in the news, NOBODY CARES.
After seeing what this place has degenerated to, I must totally agree. This was originally a technology news site which they covered, albeit sometimes multiple times, tech news.
And then, the "War Posts" came in. War this! Anti-war that! Reading most of anything there made me sick.
And after these last few days, I've realised that slashdot is already dead. The site's still here, and so are the people. What's dead is the real tech news community. It reminds me of Usenet when they let the AOL'lers in, and when the lamers moved in to EFnet. There's no one day it happens.
Good riddance.
As a last move to show my point..
USER= Josh Crawley
PASSWORD= 1248163264128
The password is the same on that yahoo acct linked inside.
Good bye.
What do you mean? I know Vegggie Oil turns nasty when subjected to high heat, and cooled down. That's why using standard veggie oil wont work in cars (somewhat offtopic). And it also spoils due to oil eating batceria. Put out a month... Case mod=>Science experiement.
Do you think the solvents in the motherboard would dissove and create conductivity? Still, truly I dont think it's a troll.
What oil would you reccomend?
Still, your post is good, none the less.
;-)
I actually didnt notice the errors until I read your speeling errers post
Shut up stupid Euro^H^H^H^HAmeritrash
Ahhh. The ox bellows.
We created Usenet you fucking europig. Now all those dirty eurofags created gay porn. You're from France, eh? Prolly just trying to cover up from your armpit hairy woman.
And will you still be saying that after the US bails your sorry countrys ass out for the 20'th time?
Shut up serf eurotrash. Go back and whine to _your_ masters while WE clean the problem up. And then we might take out Sodamn Insane.
Come on! Redhat's GCC 2.96 compiler wasnt unstable atKERNEL PANIC.
I thank you for a dard good response, but something just clicked in my head...
>But earlier days, like before 1965 or so, when some AM stations like WLS (890 Khz) were assigned a CLEAR CHANNEL frequency, and pooping out 50 KW, one could hear the station as far away as 2000 miles. These were non directional stations. Not sure of they changed this now. I used to listen to it as far away as Calif. But now, that's impossible, as the FCC abolished the idea of Clear channels.... I can remember picking up Boston (3000 miles) (WBZ - 1030 Khz). But not anymore.
Now I know why that radio giant is called ClearChannel. Shape all you want, but you'll still hear "us".
>Something we all have to learn is that you cannot eat your cake and have it too.
And why not? The Telco's do?
Just as bad as an ISP around here who 'sold' dialup accounds at $9.95 . It was unlimited access, but the secertary said they DID NOT WANT people to be online all the time. They allow unlimited time, but they said they'd harass you (Calls) if you exceeded a 'limit'.
The company's name is REMC (in Indiana).
>>>This is my first post on Slashdot [Yay!], but I have to use it to do something that most people probably won't like, defend Microsoft.
If you know your own mortality, LEAVE NOW...
I said I'd only post a few times. Now look at my Comments
Nope, that's FLAC (Free Lossless Audio Codec). Ogg is a lossy format just like MP3.
Vocalized and then output through ALSA.
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Sound whirrrrrrrrrrrsupport is one (crakcle)area where Linux akkkkpwhas consistly trailed more ptoo ptoo ptooimportant Operatin Systemshack hack such as Microsoft Windows pukpupupkkupuand Macintosh OS. Where thosewhirrrrrrrr systems have had Professional quality supportckckckckckckc for Professional quality hardware that whirrrrrrrrrrrrworks well, Linuxkkkkkkk has been stuck (snappoofbang)in the backgroundpokopokop.
I've had much better luck with OSS (although latency sucks) than ALSA. Also, what's the deal with ALSA not being able to handle 4 or 5 channel cards? That's like a 3d graphics card with the prereq of 2.5 d only.
I believe it's a logical fallacy on your part. The analogy sucks because bread, or physical matter isn't "analog". I do agree totally with you.
read: HERE
>Imagine you have a transmitter and receiver that send signals using exactly one frequency and no others. That is, the signal is a perfect sine wave of a particular frequency. How much information can you send on this frequency?
>The answer is none; you can't change the signal at all, so you can't send information. Once you start changing the signal, (i.e. change the amplitude) you are actually adding in more frequencies - this is Fourier 101.
Yes, because the "signal" is the domain of interference off the main frequency. A fourier transform just determines the composition of frequencies, right?
What I still dont understand is that unlike digital setups, frequencies are all analog. Instead of seeing noticable spikes in a "graphical signal", why not just encode data on much smaller deviations of the sine wave? In essence, more sensitive tramsnitter/receiver?
>To send information, you have to use a band of frequencies. The wider the band, the more information per channel, but the fewer channels. So there is a limited amount of information that can be sent.
I still fail to understand why we can transfer more if we reduce the domain of a channel, but increase the sensitivity of the equipment..
OK. If you're "cutting fractions", then yes, you're right. However, you're talking about a set of atoms (arranged as bread, or sand, or whatever physical object). There's a given amount of atoms in that bread.
Now, say we seperate the neutrons, protons, and electrons, we still have a specific number, albeit large. Now, Neutrons are just 1 electron, 1 proton, and energy of a neutrino. A proton is made of 3 quarks with a few thousand gluons per proton. No matter how many number there is, IT'S STILL A FINITE NUMBER.