Like for every other great thing there will be a.5 release - like for example, erm, Notes or Sybase. Even the MS SQL Server got a.5 upgrade Release, making 200.0 a 200.5.
Build a webserver farm connected via a load-balancer to the web with at least a 45 MBit/s line.
On the handhelds (which of course should be having a HiRes display) let the user have a browser which could not access anything beside from your load-balance webserver farm.
On the webserver farm host free (as in beer) pr0n.
Display real time stats and let the user test your setup. They will be happy customer (the sales people being in the front).
Because FreeBSD doesn't ship Perl as standard part of their distribution anymore, it'll be likely that your utils will not get included in any BSD software because it would pull in Perl. It may be a reason for Linux distributions too for not using your num-utils. Debian may be the only distribution which relies on Perl.
Yes, Perl is no longer a part of the base FreeBSD installation (as long as for 5.x). It is a port instead - like UUCP and some others. And Perl is ALWAYS installed by DEFAULT!
Please, check your facts before posting... ... ah, but this IS slashdot, or?
When I move in a week to my new flat, there will be no high-tech in the bedroom. None. Perhaps a clock and some bulbs. The rest will be wood, wood, a little bit of steel and wood. Did I mentioned wood?:)
All high tech will be moved to a dedicated room. And the stereo will be in the living room.
Ok, not all high tech, a small hub and perhaps a WiFi link will be in the floor so I can connect a laptop of a friend or mine if something is urgent.. Silly me.
And perhaps the mobile.. but nothing more! (And the mobile doesn't count - it is loudless almost all the time. Even at work.)
It was already written by ForgottenLore at 10-16-2002 12:08 AM
Frodo jacked in.
He felt huge, invincible, unstoppable. Some small part of him knew that was the hits of pipe-weed talking, skewing his sense of self, making his nerves scream like they were being raked over rusted chrome. Knew, and didn't care.
Over his shoulder he could feel Sam hovering, a hollow nonentity. It was eerie knowing he was back there, like having an itch in a limb long amputated. All around him the middle-matrix arced off into an impossible blue infinity, gridlines benchmarking the empty nonspace.
"There it is," came Sam's voice. "That's the ice. Good luck breakin' in there, man, that was made by a military AI. Name of ephelduath. You ain't seen nuthin' like it. They say it's two way ice. Not only will it fry your brainpan tryin' to get in, nuthin' inside can work its way out. Leastaways, not without sarumancer's say-so."
Frodo wished Sam would shut the hell up. He also wished he wasn't about to do what he came for. He wished a lot of things. He surveyed this sector of cyberspace. Before him was the ephelduath ice, shadowy and indistinct, and very very deadly. And beyond it, just visible through the whorls of lethal, greasy code, was sarumancer himself. The Dark Lord presented in the middle-matrix as a collosal data construct, angular and hideous. A mountain of vicious, evil information so dense it was hard to look at, hard to take in all at once. It played tricks on the eyes. Each nodule, each piece of it seemed to contain a perfect glittering symmetry. A simple frightening geometry. But taken altogether it became a great organic pyramidal thing, a digital volcano spewing mirrored liquid spheres of awareness out into the void. These spheres, Frodo knew, served as sarumancer's eyes. When they intersected a gridline, at random, they would latch onto it and streak off in an unchosen direction in a vain effort to apprehend, to know, to see, all of the middle-matrix at once.
Here we go. He drew out the elvish icebreaker and contemplated its image for a moment. Given to him by Galadriel herself. He activated it, his unseen fingers moving fluidly over the keys of his Ono-Sendai. Triggered, the icebreaker flared up, a searing point of magnesium brilliance. He clicked forward, towards the ice. Slowly. Click. Carefully. Click. The elvish icebreaker encountered ephelduath's handiwork, and forced it to recede. The ice's killer algorithms spiralled futiley around Frodo and Sam as they rode the icebreaker inwards...
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There will be a GPLv3.5 in near future.
.5 release - like for example, erm, Notes or Sybase. .5 upgrade Release, making 200.0 a 200.5.
Like for every other great thing there will be a
Even the MS SQL Server got a
Clustering exposes complications regarding: shared data, latency, concurrency, transactions, central control, security, failovers, and so forth.
I'm very happy that my clusters don't require forth.
If that would be true, viagra would be enough to "re-energize" manhood.
;)
Since it's all about a boner
Build a webserver farm connected via a load-balancer to the web with at least a 45 MBit/s line.
On the handhelds (which of course should be having a HiRes display) let the user have a browser which could not access anything beside from your load-balance webserver farm.
On the webserver farm host free (as in beer) pr0n.
Display real time stats and let the user test your setup. They will be happy customer (the sales people being in the front).
But if you ever had analysed *nix systems for performance bottle necks this could only help for some little problems.
If he had read the tuning(7) man page, there would be more information for other parts of the system.
But he had done that what I didn't: put up a website with informations for anybody. So overall: Great Work!
The FAQ on their homepage states 3,000$.
... does anybody know if there are other resellers in Germany than Gravis and Apple itself?
....
... uh, now the price hurts again.
And can someone tell me why the add-on options for the iBook in the Apple Online Store don't apply for the Students Rabatt?
Anyhow, the new 14'' iBook is pretty much the machine I want + iPod, + iSight, + 640 MB RAM,
Because FreeBSD doesn't ship Perl as standard part of their distribution anymore, it'll be likely that your utils will not get included in any BSD software because it would pull in Perl. It may be a reason for Linux distributions too for not using your num-utils. Debian may be the only distribution which relies on Perl.
...
... ah, but this IS slashdot, or?
Yes, Perl is no longer a part of the base FreeBSD installation (as long as for 5.x). It is a port instead - like UUCP and some others. And Perl is ALWAYS installed by DEFAULT!
Please, check your facts before posting
Quite interessting.
"liberal" is a four-letter word now in the US?
How long until "intellectual" or "indepent" or "patient" will be four-letter words too?
Does anyone know about a webpage that is collecting the admin flaws Microsoft did with their own products?
:)
The DNS problematic some years ago came to my mind.
Code Red/Nimda is another one.
SQL Slammer know.
Or better: Is there any page, that lists vendors which can not properly install their own products on the web?
Else we should create one
The only true editor has its own TLD.
... .vi
:)
TADA
What else do you want?
When I move in a week to my new flat, there will be no high-tech in the bedroom. None. Perhaps a clock and some bulbs. The rest will be wood, wood, a little bit of steel and wood. Did I mentioned wood? :)
..
.. but nothing more! (And the mobile doesn't count - it is loudless almost all the time. Even at work.)
All high tech will be moved to a dedicated room. And the stereo will be in the living room.
Ok, not all high tech, a small hub and perhaps a WiFi link will be in the floor so I can connect a laptop of a friend or mine if something is urgent
Silly me.
And perhaps the mobile
It was already written by ForgottenLore at 10-16-2002 12:08 AM
Frodo jacked in.
He felt huge, invincible, unstoppable. Some small part of him knew that was the hits of pipe-weed talking, skewing his sense of self, making his nerves scream like they were being raked over rusted chrome. Knew, and didn't care.
Over his shoulder he could feel Sam hovering, a hollow nonentity. It was eerie knowing he was back there, like having an itch in a limb long amputated. All around him the middle-matrix arced off into an impossible blue infinity, gridlines benchmarking the empty nonspace.
"There it is," came Sam's voice. "That's the ice. Good luck breakin' in there, man, that was made by a military AI. Name of ephelduath. You ain't seen nuthin' like it. They say it's two way ice. Not only will it fry your brainpan tryin' to get in, nuthin' inside can work its way out. Leastaways, not without sarumancer's say-so."
Frodo wished Sam would shut the hell up. He also wished he wasn't about to do what he came for. He wished a lot of things. He surveyed this sector of cyberspace. Before him was the ephelduath ice, shadowy and indistinct, and very very deadly. And beyond it, just visible through the whorls of lethal, greasy code, was sarumancer himself. The Dark Lord presented in the middle-matrix as a collosal data construct, angular and hideous. A mountain of vicious, evil information so dense it was hard to look at, hard to take in all at once. It played tricks on the eyes. Each nodule, each piece of it seemed to contain a perfect glittering symmetry. A simple frightening geometry. But taken altogether it became a great organic pyramidal thing, a digital volcano spewing mirrored liquid spheres of awareness out into the void. These spheres, Frodo knew, served as sarumancer's eyes. When they intersected a gridline, at random, they would latch onto it and streak off in an unchosen direction in a vain effort to apprehend, to know, to see, all of the middle-matrix at once.
Here we go. He drew out the elvish icebreaker and contemplated its image for a moment. Given to him by Galadriel herself. He activated it, his unseen fingers moving fluidly over the keys of his Ono-Sendai. Triggered, the icebreaker flared up, a searing point of magnesium brilliance. He clicked forward, towards the ice. Slowly. Click. Carefully. Click. The elvish icebreaker encountered ephelduath's handiwork, and forced it to recede. The ice's killer algorithms spiralled futiley around Frodo and Sam as they rode the icebreaker inwards...
From The Lord of the Rings by William Gibson