> He was Korean. Starcraft has to be involved some how.
The Photoshoppers had him pegged, probably while he was in ther classrums, killin ther d00dz.
Frankly, I'm all for it.
The less the world sees of him as some terrifying icon of doom, brandishing his weapons on MSNBC while TV narrators breathlessly pore over every word of his screenplay and manifesto... and the more it sees of him as "ch0wn3d", or "Stop! Hammertime!", the better.
> I'd just like to say "How the mighty have fallen".
I'll give it a try.
I met a traveller from an antique land
Who said: Two former drumsticks, turn'd to stone,
Stand in Wyoming. Near them on the sand,
Half sunk, a shatter'd visage lies, whose frown
And razor teeth and sneer of cold command
Tell that its sculptor well those proteins read
Which yet survive, stamp'd in this lifeless thing,
The hand that mock'd them and the mouth that fed.
And in the fossil rock these words appear:
"My name is Tyrannosaur, Chicken King"
Look on my works, ye primates, and cluck!"
Nothing beside remains: round the decay
Of that colossal Rex, asteroid-fuck'd,
The lone and level sands stretch far away.
- With apologies to Percy Bysshe Shelley. I think it's still a sonnet.
> Today Google admitted that its new product for Chinese market 'was built leveraging some non-Google database resources.' The dictionaries used with both software from Google and Sohu shared several common mistakes, where Chinese characters were matched with the wrong Pinyin equivalents.
...including the ones for "plagiarize", "research", and apparently a new one for the 2000s under "leverage".
Leverage! Leverage!
Let no one else's work cut short your edge,
Against the truth you can surely hedge,
So don't cut short your edge,
But leverage, leverage, leverage!
(One man deserves the credit! One man deserves the blame!
And Sergei Brin Ivanovich Lobachevsky is his name!)
> As a bit of a benchmark, a flight in a Russian MIG fighter jet (http://www.atlasaerospace.net/eng/pilot.htm/) currently ranges from roughly $8K to $17K for
a 45 minute ride.
And scaling it down the other way, if it's just a few minutes of zero-G you're after, a little googling revealed that anyone can get a ride on NASA Ames' Vomit Comet in honor of Yuri's Night 2007 for a paltry $5000, and you get to fly just 10 days from next Thursday.
$5K for a vomit comet ride into zero-G.
$50K for a MiG-25 ride to where the sky starts to change color when you look up
$200K for a suborbital hop.
All are pretty much in the range of what can be achieved with a few months/years/decades worth of work.
Don't need a fancier car this year? A small plane when you retire? A bigger house to hand down to your grandchildren? I'm one of Slashdot's resident cynics, and even I am amazed at the opportunities out there, even priced in 2007 dollars. I damn well hope this is a trend.
Shit, I see we've already got a subthread on the Armenian Whathefuckevercide. Serdar still HOWLS!
Turkey is the source of two of the weirdest memes to ever hit the Internets. The Hungarians come in a close second with the Chuck Norris / Stephen Colbert Bridge, but seriously, Turkey... please don't ban teh Intarwebs, because the rest of the planet is wondering what the fuck it we do without you for cheap humor.
> That's a great example. "Ozymandias", CD only bonus track on the single "Dominion" by the Sisters of Mercy, rights owned by RIAA member Warner brothers.
Someone up there made a point about "the guys with 3000 files on their iPod are the librarians of the early 21st century", and he's right.
The people with 3000 files on their iPods viewed music as a valuable resource. Get that $18 LP or CD this year, because it won't be on the shelves in 5 years. Get that limited release LP or CD wherever you can, because only 500 were ever pressed. Play it once, record it to DAT, and because you'll never find another copy, put the original in a safe place, and listen to it from first-generation analog copy (or high-bitrate MP3, or lossless compression:) forever.
Today's generation - raised under the RIAA-sponsored business models of "listen for 5 times then forget about it", or "listen to it until you upgrade to a new cellphone in 6 months", or "listen to it until you're tired of spending $15/month" - views music as an ephemeral good, a disposable commodity.
RIAA's business model of music as an ephemeral commodity is good in the short term - keep 'em paying $0.99 for whatever's coming out of the sausage factory, or $15/month for listening to radio.
But it's a disaster in the making for the long term. RIAA has made fortunes selling "Greatest Hits Of The Beatles" with every format change (LP, cassette, CD) and every discovery of a lost tape in some recording studio manager's attic. But you can only make those kinds of repeat sales to people who still want to listen to the Beatles 40 years later. How many of today's kids - raised on a diet of music as a disposable "listen-once-throw-in-trash-can" commodity - are going to be interested in "Britney: The Lost Tracks" from a bunch of.WAV files on a hard drive found in a surplus store in 2028, let alone "Titney's Pears, 2031 Edition" when he uses a sector editor to piece together a sixth track out of a FAT full of lost file chains?
> If this doesn't revolutionize the searching of online porn galleries, I don't know what will.:)
> >
Snarkiness aside, this is pretty cool stuff. I hope to see usable OSS code in a few years. Imagine how cool it would be to query "show me all pics with my daughter and her rabbits" and have it week through the 1000's of digital family photos.
...the coolness of which is directly proportional to hotness of your daughter, the hotness of whom must then be further weighted by multiplying her hotness by some function of her age. The age-multiplier curve features an abrupt discontinuity that jumps 0.00 to 1.00 at age 18, and some sort of exponential backoff function that starts decreasing the multiplier at around age 35-45.
But apart from the fact that it's almost Easter, what's with the rabbits? *clickity clic*-hey, I didn't know you could do that with Cadbury easter creme eggs!
> "Instead they should do things that you can only do while you are in college." > >
Translation: Take lots of acid. Then you too can create the next Mushroom Kingdom.
"Thank you, Mario! But your princess is in another guy's dorm room!"
> The whole point of the safe harbor provision is that service providers should get a warning and be allowed to remove infringing content that users post. If hosting infringing content posted by your users meant you were no longer protected the provision would be worthless!
What's really interesting is that if Google wins and sets a precedent, the floodgates are open for "YouTune.com". Anyone can upload any MP3 they like. Anyone can download any MP3 they like. Any MP3 that infringes on a copyright can be removed with a well-formed DMCA-compliant takedown request. It'll be like Napster, except that it'll have the speed of centralized server storage.
Once upon a time, web hosting cost a small fortune in setup and bandwidth charges, and having one's website nuked by a DMCAgram was a considerable financial disincentive...
Today, Google makes more millipennies off the banner ads on YouTube.com than the micropennies it costs to stream, repeatedly, the same 6-7-megabyte.flv Flash video file, to the same person, every time the user wants to watch it.
Imagine how many trillions of millipennies Google could make by letting millions of users upload their MP3 collections. Sure, each one might cost a few millipennies to remove when the DMCAgrams come in, but as long as the DMCAgrams cost a few dollars each for the MAFIAA (Music And Film Associations of America) to produce, Google will handily win the battle of attrition.
That's the short run. In the long run, MAFIAA will of course attempt to purchase new laws to protect its obsolete business model, but with their coffers drained from filing millions of DMCAgrams, and Google's coffers bursting with fresh ad revenue (from hosting content uploaded by YouTube and YouTune users during the day or two between its upload and DMCA-compliant removal), Google will finally have a fighting chance to purchase its own laws.
Sure, MAFIAA has an advantage in that your average Senator or Congressman (or even Slashdotter!) would rather snort a line of cocaine from between Titney's Pears than from Sergei's Brim, but ultimately it's all about the money. With the kind of money Google could offer them, a politician could simply buy Titney outright, and have enough left over for a whole fracking cocaine plantation.
> Well, the situation is now fundamentally different. It used to be that one person copying a tape for a bunch of friends was no big deal. Even if it was a CD that reproduced almost perfectly with data verification it wouldn't likely get that far from the original buyer. Nowadays it's to the point where one person on earth could buy a CD and then that album could be downloaded by every person with a computer in a matter of hours or days given the right sharing service.
So? As you correctly point out: the situation is now fundamentally different.
"There has grown in the minds of certain groups in this country the idea
that just because a man or corporation has made a profit out of the public
for a number of years, the government and the courts are charged with
guaranteeing such a profit in the future, even in the face of changing
circumstances and contrary to public interest. This strange doctrine is
supported by neither statute or common law. Neither corporations or
individuals have the right to come into court and ask that the clock
of history be stopped, or turned back." - Heinlein, Life Line, 1939.
Maybe the right thing is for P2P to be banned. But maybe the right thing is for the content (movies, music, and yes, even software) industry to come up with a business model based on something other than the artificial scarcity imposed by the production costs of selling shiny plastic discs.
Buggy-whip manufacturers probably said the same thing when Henry Ford came out with the automobile. Meanwhile, some guy whose business was making wheels for horse-drawn carriages decided to make stronger wheels that could be bolted onto automobiles.
> a similar analysis for birds, published recently in the journal Biology Letters, revealed that more than 40 avian lineages survived the mass extinctions. Most paleontologists now think that birds descended from dinosaurs. So in a sense, even dinosaurs in one form escaped the calamity.
In other words, chicken tastes like dinosaur!
(In Creationist America and Lysenkoist Russia, dinosaurs taste like chicken!)
> I thought GPL3 had been out for ages at this point. You mean it's still just a draft? Talk about the glacial speed and progress of committees. How long has GPL3 taken so far - and it's still not completed?
> All this does is make it easier for them to peg you as a terrorist for no reason other than because the cameras say so.
Not terrorism, facecrime... Or in this case, gaitcrime.
"It was terribly dangerous to let your thoughts wander when you were in
any public place or within range of a telescreen. The smallest thing
could give you away. A nervous tic, an unconscious look of anxiety,
a habit of muttering to yourself, anything that carried with it the
suggestion of abnormality, of having something to hide. In any case,
to wear an improper expression on your face, was itself a punishable
offense. There was even a word for it in Newspeak: facecrime"
Give me a moment. I've still gotta figure out the six nested timing loops I need to toggle the speaker cone in and out in such a way that it sounds like a cricket instead of a bird.
> "You're not entitled to my money" is that lesson.
The more things change, the more they stay the same.
"There has grown in the minds of certain groups in this country the idea
that just because a man or corporation has made a profit out of the public
for a number of years, the government and the courts are charged with
guaranteeing such a profit in the future, even in the face of changing
circumstances and contrary to public interest. This strange doctrine is
supported by neither statute or common law. Neither corporations or
individuals have the right to come into court and ask that the clock
of history be stopped, or turned back."
Clinton II: "It's a TRAP!"
Bush II: "We shall rule the Galaxy, as Father and Son!"
This is how liberty dies. With thunderous quoting of Star Wars.
This is turning into a gun control debate.
on
EU Weighs Copyright Law
·
· Score: 0, Flamebait
MAFIAE: "Banning copyright infringement didn't work. We need software control laws, and we need to sue the manufacturers of Saturday Night Special DVD-R burning hardware!"
National Technology Association: "Copyright infringers don't kill intellectual property, hardware manufacturers and programmers kill intellectual property!"
> > I pick and choose the laws I obey as well, and after reading this, I feel even more vindicated when I do so. > >...and let me know how well your strategy works out.
Hey, we're all pseudonymous here. Maybe FatSean is an elected official, in which case it'll work fine.
Once upon a time, a post that would have been a troll, or maybe the Subject: line in a spam sent on behalf of a coprophagy fetish site.
But today, thanks to Shitter, (a new Web 2.0 mashup based on Twitter API), turds of a feather can flock together, for only $0.10 per SMS received.
Yes, now you too can always know what sorts of shit your friends are pumping out through the Intertubes. For the past three weeks, people have joined the crowds on Shitter.com, a site that invites everyone to answer the question: "What are you dumping?"
"I didn't get it at first," said the Goatse Guy. "How much information do I really need to let the world know about me?", but with the demise of ratemypoop.com (a Web 1.0 predecessor to the fecal networking ecosystem), "I've been getting dozen or more 'flushes' a day" - quick, as-they-happen updates to friends who had chosen to link to him through the service. Topics ranged from the effects of lunch (a bowl of corn chowder, a bowl of chili, or a bag of Olestra-based nachos) to work annoyances (a nearby co-worker in an adjacent stall who made the most annoying sounds while wiping his ass). Goatse sends flushes from his office and home computers, and uses his cellphone to send posts from the back woods or even the rank washrooms of a bar at happy hour. "It became addicting very quickly," he said...
Shitter's Mr. Horsey said his company is fine-tuning the service so that members can specify groups of friends whose flushes they receive, though he declined to say when the new features would be available. He defended the site's often scatalogical content. "Everyone says Shitter's completely useless, I don't want all this information," he said. "We check in later, and they're complete addicts."
Despite her gripe with Mr. Goatse's flushes, Helena Handbasket said she's only unsubscribed from a few other people's bowls. She doesn't even mind the occasional dinner Shittering, she said. "I'm actually kind of interested in what people have been eating."
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The Photoshoppers had him pegged, probably while he was in ther classrums, killin ther d00dz.
Frankly, I'm all for it.
The less the world sees of him as some terrifying icon of doom, brandishing his weapons on MSNBC while TV narrators breathlessly pore over every word of his screenplay and manifesto... and the more it sees of him as "ch0wn3d", or "Stop! Hammertime!", the better.
I'll give it a try.
I met a traveller from an antique land
Who said: Two former drumsticks, turn'd to stone,
Stand in Wyoming. Near them on the sand,
Half sunk, a shatter'd visage lies, whose frown
And razor teeth and sneer of cold command
Tell that its sculptor well those proteins read
Which yet survive, stamp'd in this lifeless thing,
The hand that mock'd them and the mouth that fed.
And in the fossil rock these words appear:
"My name is Tyrannosaur, Chicken King"
Look on my works, ye primates, and cluck!"
Nothing beside remains: round the decay
Of that colossal Rex, asteroid-fuck'd,
The lone and level sands stretch far away.
- With apologies to Percy Bysshe Shelley. I think it's still a sonnet.
Leverage! Leverage!
Let no one else's work cut short your edge,
Against the truth you can surely hedge,
So don't cut short your edge,
But leverage, leverage, leverage!
(One man deserves the credit! One man deserves the blame!
And Sergei Brin Ivanovich Lobachevsky is his name!)
Hey, whaddya think this is, the SCO case? :)
"No wireless. More space than a Zune. Lame."
- CmdrBallmer
In sovRussia, you head to ssInternational? (or at least achieve a PARCing orbit?)
And scaling it down the other way, if it's just a few minutes of zero-G you're after, a little googling revealed that anyone can get a ride on NASA Ames' Vomit Comet in honor of Yuri's Night 2007 for a paltry $5000, and you get to fly just 10 days from next Thursday.
$5K for a vomit comet ride into zero-G.
$50K for a MiG-25 ride to where the sky starts to change color when you look up
$200K for a suborbital hop.
All are pretty much in the range of what can be achieved with a few months/years/decades worth of work.
Don't need a fancier car this year? A small plane when you retire? A bigger house to hand down to your grandchildren? I'm one of Slashdot's resident cynics, and even I am amazed at the opportunities out there, even priced in 2007 dollars. I damn well hope this is a trend.
And I, for one...
(1999/2000 version) KISS YOU!
(1994/1995 version) ...sign you up for Serdar Argic's HOWLING THROUGH THE WIRES, USENET World Tour!
Shit, I see we've already got a subthread on the Armenian Whathefuckevercide. Serdar still HOWLS!
Turkey is the source of two of the weirdest memes to ever hit the Internets. The Hungarians come in a close second with the Chuck Norris / Stephen Colbert Bridge, but seriously, Turkey... please don't ban teh Intarwebs, because the rest of the planet is wondering what the fuck it we do without you for cheap humor.
Someone up there made a point about "the guys with 3000 files on their iPod are the librarians of the early 21st century", and he's right.
The people with 3000 files on their iPods viewed music as a valuable resource. Get that $18 LP or CD this year, because it won't be on the shelves in 5 years. Get that limited release LP or CD wherever you can, because only 500 were ever pressed. Play it once, record it to DAT, and because you'll never find another copy, put the original in a safe place, and listen to it from first-generation analog copy (or high-bitrate MP3, or lossless compression :) forever.
Today's generation - raised under the RIAA-sponsored business models of "listen for 5 times then forget about it", or "listen to it until you upgrade to a new cellphone in 6 months", or "listen to it until you're tired of spending $15/month" - views music as an ephemeral good, a disposable commodity.
RIAA's business model of music as an ephemeral commodity is good in the short term - keep 'em paying $0.99 for whatever's coming out of the sausage factory, or $15/month for listening to radio.
But it's a disaster in the making for the long term. RIAA has made fortunes selling "Greatest Hits Of The Beatles" with every format change (LP, cassette, CD) and every discovery of a lost tape in some recording studio manager's attic. But you can only make those kinds of repeat sales to people who still want to listen to the Beatles 40 years later. How many of today's kids - raised on a diet of music as a disposable "listen-once-throw-in-trash-can" commodity - are going to be interested in "Britney: The Lost Tracks" from a bunch of .WAV files on a hard drive found in a surplus store in 2028, let alone "Titney's Pears, 2031 Edition" when he uses a sector editor to piece together a sixth track out of a FAT full of lost file chains?
>... in drive A:
>
>I've done that since the 80's.
"A human never stands so tall as when stooping to help a small computer."
-- Infocom motto, from Our Circuits, Ourselves, ca. 1983
>
> Snarkiness aside, this is pretty cool stuff. I hope to see usable OSS code in a few years. Imagine how cool it would be to query "show me all pics with my daughter and her rabbits" and have it week through the 1000's of digital family photos.
But apart from the fact that it's almost Easter, what's with the rabbits? *clickity clic*-hey, I didn't know you could do that with Cadbury easter creme eggs!
(Rule #34: There is porn of it. No exceptions.)
>
> Translation: Take lots of acid. Then you too can create the next Mushroom Kingdom.
"Thank you, Mario! But your princess is in another guy's dorm room!"
What's really interesting is that if Google wins and sets a precedent, the floodgates are open for "YouTune.com". Anyone can upload any MP3 they like. Anyone can download any MP3 they like. Any MP3 that infringes on a copyright can be removed with a well-formed DMCA-compliant takedown request. It'll be like Napster, except that it'll have the speed of centralized server storage.
Once upon a time, web hosting cost a small fortune in setup and bandwidth charges, and having one's website nuked by a DMCAgram was a considerable financial disincentive...
Today, Google makes more millipennies off the banner ads on YouTube.com than the micropennies it costs to stream, repeatedly, the same 6-7-megabyte .flv Flash video file, to the same person, every time the user wants to watch it.
Imagine how many trillions of millipennies Google could make by letting millions of users upload their MP3 collections. Sure, each one might cost a few millipennies to remove when the DMCAgrams come in, but as long as the DMCAgrams cost a few dollars each for the MAFIAA (Music And Film Associations of America) to produce, Google will handily win the battle of attrition.
That's the short run. In the long run, MAFIAA will of course attempt to purchase new laws to protect its obsolete business model, but with their coffers drained from filing millions of DMCAgrams, and Google's coffers bursting with fresh ad revenue (from hosting content uploaded by YouTube and YouTune users during the day or two between its upload and DMCA-compliant removal), Google will finally have a fighting chance to purchase its own laws.
Sure, MAFIAA has an advantage in that your average Senator or Congressman (or even Slashdotter!) would rather snort a line of cocaine from between Titney's Pears than from Sergei's Brim, but ultimately it's all about the money. With the kind of money Google could offer them, a politician could simply buy Titney outright, and have enough left over for a whole fracking cocaine plantation.
So? As you correctly point out: the situation is now fundamentally different.
"There has grown in the minds of certain groups in this country the idea that just because a man or corporation has made a profit out of the public for a number of years, the government and the courts are charged with guaranteeing such a profit in the future, even in the face of changing circumstances and contrary to public interest. This strange doctrine is supported by neither statute or common law. Neither corporations or individuals have the right to come into court and ask that the clock of history be stopped, or turned back."
- Heinlein, Life Line, 1939.
Maybe the right thing is for P2P to be banned. But maybe the right thing is for the content (movies, music, and yes, even software) industry to come up with a business model based on something other than the artificial scarcity imposed by the production costs of selling shiny plastic discs.
Buggy-whip manufacturers probably said the same thing when Henry Ford came out with the automobile. Meanwhile, some guy whose business was making wheels for horse-drawn carriages decided to make stronger wheels that could be bolted onto automobiles.
In other words, chicken tastes like dinosaur!
(In Creationist America and Lysenkoist Russia, dinosaurs taste like chicken!)
Hey, release early, release often.
(Which seems as good a time as any to link to the UPS Debugger Song, better known as "Just one more hack and then I'll put it on the 'net".)
Not terrorism, facecrime... Or in this case, gaitcrime.
Give me a moment. I've still gotta figure out the six nested timing loops I need to toggle the speaker cone in and out in such a way that it sounds like a cricket instead of a bird.
The more things change, the more they stay the same.
"There has grown in the minds of certain groups in this country the idea that just because a man or corporation has made a profit out of the public for a number of years, the government and the courts are charged with guaranteeing such a profit in the future, even in the face of changing circumstances and contrary to public interest. This strange doctrine is supported by neither statute or common law. Neither corporations or individuals have the right to come into court and ask that the clock of history be stopped, or turned back."
- Heinlein, Life Line, 1939
>
>It's a space station!
Clinton II: "It's a TRAP!"
Bush II: "We shall rule the Galaxy, as Father and Son!"
This is how liberty dies. With thunderous quoting of Star Wars.
National Technology Association: "Copyright infringers don't kill intellectual property, hardware manufacturers and programmers kill intellectual property!"
>
> We need to step on these bastards necks NOW.
If you want a picture of Soviet America, NOW you picture these bastards' boots stepping on YOUR neck!
>
>
Hey, we're all pseudonymous here. Maybe FatSean is an elected official, in which case it'll work fine.
Well, of course it doesn't. What are you gonna do, call the cops? Oh, wait, the FBI are the cops!
Silly citizens.
Once upon a time, a post that would have been a troll, or maybe the Subject: line in a spam sent on behalf of a coprophagy fetish site.
But today, thanks to Shitter, (a new Web 2.0 mashup based on Twitter API), turds of a feather can flock together, for only $0.10 per SMS received.
Yes, now you too can always know what sorts of shit your friends are pumping out through the Intertubes. For the past three weeks, people have joined the crowds on Shitter.com, a site that invites everyone to answer the question: "What are you dumping?"
"I didn't get it at first," said the Goatse Guy. "How much information do I really need to let the world know about me?", but with the demise of ratemypoop.com (a Web 1.0 predecessor to the fecal networking ecosystem), "I've been getting dozen or more 'flushes' a day" - quick, as-they-happen updates to friends who had chosen to link to him through the service. Topics ranged from the effects of lunch (a bowl of corn chowder, a bowl of chili, or a bag of Olestra-based nachos) to work annoyances (a nearby co-worker in an adjacent stall who made the most annoying sounds while wiping his ass). Goatse sends flushes from his office and home computers, and uses his cellphone to send posts from the back woods or even the rank washrooms of a bar at happy hour. "It became addicting very quickly," he said...
Shitter's Mr. Horsey said his company is fine-tuning the service so that members can specify groups of friends whose flushes they receive, though he declined to say when the new features would be available. He defended the site's often scatalogical content. "Everyone says Shitter's completely useless, I don't want all this information," he said. "We check in later, and they're complete addicts."
Despite her gripe with Mr. Goatse's flushes, Helena Handbasket said she's only unsubscribed from a few other people's bowls. She doesn't even mind the occasional dinner Shittering, she said. "I'm actually kind of interested in what people have been eating."