mid-40's here, I went to an upper-middle-income public school in the northeast... they installed a "computer room" full of apples about a year or so after I graduated. Otherwise the only computer you ever saw was the one that the office used to do grades and payroll. There weren't any classes on it. We did, however, have some excellent formal logic classes via the English and Maths dept.
Reason why its been going up is due to growing corn for ethanol instead of feed. As opposed to actually doing the sensible thing and using sugar cane for ethanol instead.... first maple syrup, now this!
There are patents that were filed by Henry Yunick among others in the early 1980's which had a working model Buick getting ~50 MPG's on the road. The patents were sold to GM which subsequently sat on them for ~20 yrs due to interlocking directorships with Exxon Mobil. They are now owned by a holding corp. I'll dig out the relevant patent numbers shortly, theyre around here somewhere...
The people and culture were worth more. You spend such a large amount of your waking time on the job, its miserable not to like it 100%. Even if you have to sacrifice advancement, or commute, or whatever. There were times when I commuted 25 miles farther each way for half the bennies, just because of the team.
Conversely if you can't stand a place because of the atmosphere or management style, or whatever, then it doesn't matter if they're next door and offer a 200% premium... it just won't be worth it, and you won't last very long there.
Try psad. I've been running it for years, in addition to selinux and iptables. It auto-drops all kinds of connection attempts based on parameters you can set, but the defaults are very reasonable. Works for all connections, not just ssh. It can report to D-Shield.org and ISC (internet storm center), and you can script attack responses with your normal shell. *very* highly recommended.
I test it from time to time with nmap and nope, it doesn't allow nmap to get anything.
FWIW they have a 2 gig page frame now. IBM shrank the process size and crammed cache like crazy on these. Along with some interconnects that make normal computers look lame...
The paintings and drawings that I do are very much tangible and physical, and I very much *do* exercise rights over them even after they have been sold to individuals or the occasional gallery. I don't really care what happens to the copyrights after I die, however.
Hi, I'm from GL too. Been there since almost day one. Here, have some of this:
A couple weeks ago, while taking my asian girlfriend shopping at the local mall, I had to take a piss. As I entered the john, Steve Jobs -- the messiah himself -- came out of one of the booths. I stood at the urinal looking at him out of the corner of my eye as he washed his hands. He didn't once look at me. He was busy and in any case I was sure the security guards wouldn't even let me shake his hand.
As soon as he left I darted into the booth he'd vacated, hoping there might be a lingering smell of shit and even a seat still warm from his sturdy ass. I found not only the smell but the shit itself. He'd forgotten to flush. And what a treasure he had left behind. Three or four beautiful specimens floated in the bowl. It apparently had been a fairly dry, constipated shit, for all were fat, stiff, and ruggedly textured. The real prize was a great feast of turd -- a nine inch gastrointestinal triumph as thick as his cock -- or at least as I imagined it!
I knelt before the bowl, inhaling the rich brown fragrance and wondered if I should obey the impulse building up inside me. I'd always been a liberal thinker and had been an Apple customer since 1984. Of course I'd had fantasies of meeting Jobs, sucking his cock and balls, not to mention sucking his asshole clean, but I never imagined I would have the chance. Now, here I was, confronted with the most beautiful five-pound turd I'd ever feasted my eyes on, a sausage fit to star in any fantasy and one I knew to have been hatched from the asshole of Steve Jobs, the chosen one.
Why not? I plucked it from the bowl, holding it with both hands to keep it from breaking. I lifted it to my nose. It smelled like rich, ripe limburger (horrid, but thrilling), yet had the consistency of cheddar. What is cheese anyway but milk turning to shit without the benefit of a digestive tract?
I gave it a lick and found that it tasted better then it smelled.
I hesitated no longer. I shoved the fucking thing as far into my mouth as I could get it and sucked on it like a big half nigger cock, beating my meat like a madman, and thrusting my pink iPod Shuffle into my ass. I wanted to completely engulf it and bit off a large chunk, flooding my mouth with the intense, bittersweet flavor. To my delight I found that while the water in the bowl had chilled the outside of the turd, it was still warm inside. As I chewed I discovered that it was filled with hard little bits of something I soon identified as peanuts. He hadn't chewed them carefully and they'd passed through his body virtually unchanged. I ate it greedily, sending lump after peanutty lump sliding scratchily down my throat. My only regret was that Steve Jobs wasn't there to see my loyalty and wash it down with his piss.
I soon reached a terrific climax. I caught my cum in the cupped palm of my hand and drank it down. Believe me, there is no more delightful combination of flavors than the hot sweetness of cum with the rich bitterness of shit. It's even better than reading an Apple press release!
Afterwards I was sorry that I hadn't made it last longer. But then I realized that I still had a lot of fun in store for me. There was still a clutch of virile turds left in the bowl. I tenderly fished them out, rolled them into my handkerchief, and stashed them in my briefcase. In the week to come I found all kinds of ways to eat the shit without bolting it right down. Once eaten it's gone forever unless you want to filch it third hand out of your own asshole. Not an unreasonable recourse in moments of desperation or simple boredom.
I stored the turds in the refrigerator when I was not using them but within a week they were all gone. The last one I held in my mouth without chewing, letting it slowly dissolve. I had liquid shit trickling down my throat for nearly four hours. I must have had six orgasms in the process.
I often think of Steve Jobs dropping solid gold out of his sweet, pink asshole every day, never knowing what joy it could, and at least once did, bring to a grateful Apple customer.
You too? I started back around then also... spent a lot of time hanging out at tsx-11 at mit.edu its where they had all the good stuff hosted
I had a couple floppies included with a book, then there was a coupn in the back for walnut creek, even tho I didn't have a CD drive at the time... it didn't take long to get one. Dialup took a while, I tried that. Had all of slack 3 on floppies that way. It was pretty zippy on my 486 DX... good times!
I've been thru all this and more. Last time things tanked this hard, I was a young dude fresh out of school. No life, so I worked insane hours. Thinking, it will get me a good reputation, etc. And trickle-down will happen... 15 years later, management was still wanting me to work like that , even tho my health was gone. The work orders were booming, economy was great, and the only thing that trickled down was the piss.
I'm no Republican any more. Nor am I so idealistic (and stupid) anymore. Its not my job to make somebody else rich (they were billing me out at a 100x ratio).
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Dick Cheney has a pacemaker...
I still wanna find out whatever that guy was smoking... whoever modded you down has *no* sense of humor!
"Collectivism is the greatest moral evil that society has been able to perpetrate upon itself."
So is Authoritarianism, whether it takes the form of government or corporate interests.
"Greg is "special""
mid-40's here, I went to an upper-middle-income public school in the northeast... they installed a "computer room" full of apples about a year or so after I graduated. Otherwise the only computer you ever saw was the one that the office used to do grades and payroll. There weren't any classes on it. We did, however, have some excellent formal logic classes via the English and Maths dept.
I just did a google search for "cameltoe elvis"...
this
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I'm kinky, I ordered a whole Beowulf cluster of them. Imagine that!
Reason why its been going up is due to growing corn for ethanol instead of feed. As opposed to actually doing the sensible thing and using sugar cane for ethanol instead.... first maple syrup, now this!
There are patents that were filed by Henry Yunick among others in the early 1980's which had a working model Buick getting ~50 MPG's on the road. The patents were sold to GM which subsequently sat on them for ~20 yrs due to interlocking directorships with Exxon Mobil. They are now owned by a holding corp. I'll dig out the relevant patent numbers shortly, theyre around here somewhere...
Strictly speaking, a strap-on is also a prosthetic device. I wonder if anyone ever put one on a monkey?
The people and culture were worth more. You spend such a large amount of your waking time on the job, its miserable not to like it 100%. Even if you have to sacrifice advancement, or commute, or whatever. There were times when I commuted 25 miles farther each way for half the bennies, just because of the team.
Conversely if you can't stand a place because of the atmosphere or management style, or whatever, then it doesn't matter if they're next door and offer a 200% premium... it just won't be worth it, and you won't last very long there.
Been there, done that. A few times no less.
Ahh hell, that's *exactly* the first thing I was thinking... I remember when aerogel came out...
What do you guys do about penis length? I always felt kinda sorry for you...
You forgot Mothra. They've already found radioactive butterfiles near Fukushima.
Godzilla vs Mothra wasn't sci-fi after all... it was prophecy!
Well, why not?
Try psad. I've been running it for years, in addition to selinux and iptables. It auto-drops all kinds of connection attempts based on parameters you can set, but the defaults are very reasonable. Works for all connections, not just ssh. It can report to D-Shield.org and ISC (internet storm center), and you can script attack responses with your normal shell. *very* highly recommended.
I test it from time to time with nmap and nope, it doesn't allow nmap to get anything.
http://cipherdyne.org/psad/
Erma Bombeck postulated that single socks are the larval stage of coat hangers.
FWIW they have a 2 gig page frame now. IBM shrank the process size and crammed cache like crazy on these. Along with some interconnects that make normal computers look lame...
The paintings and drawings that I do are very much tangible and physical, and I very much *do* exercise rights over them even after they have been sold to individuals or the occasional gallery. I don't really care what happens to the copyrights after I die, however.
REALLY??
But what about all those billions that were given to the telcos to upgrade their infrastructure ???
Whatever happened to "Your subscription fees make up for the ad revenue, so we won't have to have ads every 20 minutes" ??
Aahahahahahhaa 'scuse me while I piss myself laughing at the blatant avarice of it all
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Hi, I'm from GL too. Been there since almost day one. Here, have some of this:
A couple weeks ago, while taking my asian girlfriend shopping at the local mall, I had to take a piss. As I entered the john, Steve Jobs -- the messiah himself -- came out of one of the booths. I stood at the urinal looking at him out of the corner of my eye as he washed his hands. He didn't once look at me. He was busy and in any case I was sure the security guards wouldn't even let me shake his hand.
As soon as he left I darted into the booth he'd vacated, hoping there might be a lingering smell of shit and even a seat still warm from his sturdy ass. I found not only the smell but the shit itself. He'd forgotten to flush. And what a treasure he had left behind. Three or four beautiful specimens floated in the bowl. It apparently had been a fairly dry, constipated shit, for all were fat, stiff, and ruggedly textured. The real prize was a great feast of turd -- a nine inch gastrointestinal triumph as thick as his cock -- or at least as I imagined it!
I knelt before the bowl, inhaling the rich brown fragrance and wondered if I should obey the impulse building up inside me. I'd always been a liberal thinker and had been an Apple customer since 1984. Of course I'd had fantasies of meeting Jobs, sucking his cock and balls, not to mention sucking his asshole clean, but I never imagined I would have the chance. Now, here I was, confronted with the most beautiful five-pound turd I'd ever feasted my eyes on, a sausage fit to star in any fantasy and one I knew to have been hatched from the asshole of Steve Jobs, the chosen one.
Why not? I plucked it from the bowl, holding it with both hands to keep it from breaking. I lifted it to my nose. It smelled like rich, ripe limburger (horrid, but thrilling), yet had the consistency of cheddar. What is cheese anyway but milk turning to shit without the benefit of a digestive tract?
I gave it a lick and found that it tasted better then it smelled.
I hesitated no longer. I shoved the fucking thing as far into my mouth as I could get it and sucked on it like a big half nigger cock, beating my meat like a madman, and thrusting my pink iPod Shuffle into my ass. I wanted to completely engulf it and bit off a large chunk, flooding my mouth with the intense, bittersweet flavor. To my delight I found that while the water in the bowl had chilled the outside of the turd, it was still warm inside. As I chewed I discovered that it was filled with hard little bits of something I soon identified as peanuts. He hadn't chewed them carefully and they'd passed through his body virtually unchanged. I ate it greedily, sending lump after peanutty lump sliding scratchily down my throat. My only regret was that Steve Jobs wasn't there to see my loyalty and wash it down with his piss.
I soon reached a terrific climax. I caught my cum in the cupped palm of my hand and drank it down. Believe me, there is no more delightful combination of flavors than the hot sweetness of cum with the rich bitterness of shit. It's even better than reading an Apple press release!
Afterwards I was sorry that I hadn't made it last longer. But then I realized that I still had a lot of fun in store for me. There was still a clutch of virile turds left in the bowl. I tenderly fished them out, rolled them into my handkerchief, and stashed them in my briefcase. In the week to come I found all kinds of ways to eat the shit without bolting it right down. Once eaten it's gone forever unless you want to filch it third hand out of your own asshole. Not an unreasonable recourse in moments of desperation or simple boredom.
I stored the turds in the refrigerator when I was not using them but within a week they were all gone. The last one I held in my mouth without chewing, letting it slowly dissolve. I had liquid shit trickling down my throat for nearly four hours. I must have had six orgasms in the process.
I often think of Steve Jobs dropping solid gold out of his sweet, pink asshole every day, never knowing what joy it could, and at least once did, bring to a grateful Apple customer.
You too? I started back around then also... spent a lot of time hanging out at tsx-11 at mit.edu its where they had all the good stuff hosted
I had a couple floppies included with a book, then there was a coupn in the back for walnut creek, even tho I didn't have a CD drive at the time... it didn't take long to get one. Dialup took a while, I tried that. Had all of slack 3 on floppies that way. It was pretty zippy on my 486 DX... good times!
I've been thru all this and more. Last time things tanked this hard, I was a young dude fresh out of school. No life, so I worked insane hours. Thinking, it will get me a good reputation, etc. And trickle-down will happen... 15 years later, management was still wanting me to work like that , even tho my health was gone. The work orders were booming, economy was great, and the only thing that trickled down was the piss.
I'm no Republican any more. Nor am I so idealistic (and stupid) anymore. Its not my job to make somebody else rich (they were billing me out at a 100x ratio).
Fuck em.
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Its called the Single UNIX Specification. Informally known as the POSIX spec. You can read/download it here: http://www.unix.org/version4/