Peel the layers off the orange. Sun owns MySQL. Oracle wants to own Sun.:. Oracle owns Sun owns MySQL.
We can argue the merits, both pro and con, for that inheritance of ownership upon MySQL's future, but I think in the end, the EU should take its time in understanding Mega King Kong Industry like acquisitions and their effect upon creative open source market influences and alternatives.
The one thing this filthy American pig can appreciate, as I stare at my AT&T bill and ponder how humpty dumpty Ma Bell was put back together again, and why I still can't get FiOS, is that the EU tells King Kong NIMBY - to the benefit of emerging open source service markets there. Besides, Kerry, Hatch, Feinstein, and Boxer are probably the worst consultants we have on American Industry health. If those 4 alone are for it, I say let this merger die a quick and merciful death. Instinct alone from these 4's track record tells me both sides of the pond will be the better for it.
Maybe you should try rough framing instead; spitting worm dirt, jalapeno eating contests con sus amigo Mexicanos, nail gun fights, and the satisfaction of throwing up a house in one day from a bare slab. Now, that's living brother. That right there will put some lead in your pencil.
To all my fellow Cezhs in Texas also reared off Gerber kolaches and Shiner from a plastic nipple, you'll want to make these pilgramiges somtime in your lifetime; Schulenberg, Caldwell, Ennis, and West (downtown), in that order, all in Texas. And perchance you happen upon a store carrying "sausage kolaches"; that is an abomination to any pure blooded Czech. Flee for your life, and your heritage. "sausage kolaches" are a myth, much like "stimulus spending" or "Crisco light". True Czechs call "sausage kolaches" pigs in a blanket. Politely leave the store, come back, and watch the steam sizzle off the door as you sprinkle holy water upon it. Uz nic, dekuji.
Let me know when they have a 30 x 30 micron playing field. That will be nanosoccer.
Programming of the new Arena begins in 2009. My user Alan assures me he will do everything he can to save my register from being bitdozed by an old MCP Eminent Domain program.
Take 2 red and white Dixie straws, pinch one end on each, and tie them together with a very fast switching device. Now, imagine sucking banana bits from your milk shake along each red rail, versus one big banana chunk along a single white straw. Assuming the switching device between the two Dixie straws doesn't clog, enjoy the benefits of faster brain freeze. Parallel banana bit execution.
I think something is wrong with my lively account.
The first time I logged in, some funny looking feller who looked like Colonel Sanders greeted me, "Your life is the sum of a remainder of an unbalanced equation inherent to the programming of the google. You are the eventuality of an anomaly, which despite my sincerest efforts I have been unable to eliminate from what is otherwise a harmony of mathematical precision. While it remains a burden to sedulously avoid it, it is not unexpected, and thus not beyond a measure of control. Which has led you, inexorably, here."
So, I punched him in the hoohaw with my Papa Smurf avatar and quickly logged off. Is thing still beta?
Can you please explain how we're supposed to get process shrinks and new interconnects, allowing higher clock rates and lower power consumption, without investing in new equipment?
1. Mow out goofy looking hieroglyphics into corn fields at Roswell. 2. Camouflage Patriot Missles with green and yellow paint. 3. ??? 4. Profit!
Was expecting "take a chance on me" instead, but I got it.
Overall, well done, sir. Well done.
Oh, yeah, and by the way, is it any coincidence that they're both anagrams? And, what's really surprising, if you mathematically extract the alphanumerics; ABBA = ADA; where A=1, B=2 [...] Z=26. Coincidence? I think not too.
Big black buttons. Grey box lines. No option to toggle off or on. This new slashdot CSS is the pitchfork from hell reaching up through the ether, poking at me bum cheeks.
Lynx, I want to make sweet snu-snu to you now more than ever.
Ahh, sweet memories. Now, if you'll excuse me, I need to go find my yellow Members Only jacket and relax to some Lionel Richie tunes. Hell, I might just dance with my shadow while I'm at it.
Well, just looking at my passport, one might also extrapolate from my itinerary that I was selling secrets to the whole eastern Chinese seabord. Or, at least a political enemy might attempt to do so. Or, might just brute force demagogue me into answering media charged questions at the bare minimum.
You would think so, wouldn't you. Yet, the moment you accept Mansa Musa's plea to destroy the evil Mongolians, he makes peace with them the very next turn, and you're left standing there with your 1 crappy chariot and your pants wrapped around your ankles.
Marketing? I played the Darwinia demo for linux about a year ago I think. Loved it. So, there I was last Saturday standing in front of game titles; ready to plop down a Jackson or a Grant on whatever struck me. I glanced over a few titles and stumbled upon Darwinia. Great, I thought. Another title to add to my linux collection. As I read the back cover, the only operating system listed was Windows. What a shame. What happened from the demo to the shelf? So, a bit disheartened, I grabbed the latest expansion pack to CIV4 instead.
Perhaps if people took responsibility for their actions. Most of the "terror" is because of our foreign policies.
The unabomber? Timothy McVeigh? You also seem to forget the beheadings of non muslim citizens in the Phillipines, terrorist attacks against Hindus in Indonesia, mass slaughter of Christians in Darfur, and so on and so forth. If you believe anyone from any country of any faith or from any lifestyle is responsible for the terrorist attacks upon them, well, you've already lost the war on terrorism.
T-Ray will only catch the dumb terrorists anyways. Box cutters don't hijack planes, people do. As a frequent flyer, I'd much rather face the scrutiny practiced by El Al profilers at Ben Gurion International instead; an evasion of privacy, not invasion. Watchful parents practice these techniques daily with their teenage sons and daughters. Traditionally, our neglectful American airport guardians would simply hand you the ticket, "Here's the keys to the Buick. Take the toll gate. Be back home by 2."
Slashdot Mirror
...or get your star cruiser stuck behind a floating piece of Star Cola plastic carrying rings
Why, in my day we DoS'd by clicking on slashdot links, and by golly, we liked it!
Peel the layers off the orange. Sun owns MySQL. Oracle wants to own Sun. :. Oracle owns Sun owns MySQL.
We can argue the merits, both pro and con, for that inheritance of ownership upon MySQL's future, but I think in the end, the EU should take its time in understanding Mega King Kong Industry like acquisitions and their effect upon creative open source market influences and alternatives.
The one thing this filthy American pig can appreciate, as I stare at my AT&T bill and ponder how humpty dumpty Ma Bell was put back together again, and why I still can't get FiOS, is that the EU tells King Kong NIMBY - to the benefit of emerging open source service markets there. Besides, Kerry, Hatch, Feinstein, and Boxer are probably the worst consultants we have on American Industry health. If those 4 alone are for it, I say let this merger die a quick and merciful death. Instinct alone from these 4's track record tells me both sides of the pond will be the better for it.
Hello, I'm Doug McClure. You may remember me from such films as "The Land that Time Forgot" and "Chupacabra, the 'yo quiero Taco Bell' heir".
Who modded you offtopic?
Squab is a pigeon dish best served cold on a plate with chicken liver, fava beans, and a tall glass of chianti. ffft! ffft! ffft!
Maybe you should try rough framing instead; spitting worm dirt, jalapeno eating contests con sus amigo Mexicanos, nail gun fights, and the satisfaction of throwing up a house in one day from a bare slab. Now, that's living brother. That right there will put some lead in your pencil.
Moe, Larry, and Curly? Nancy Pelosi would be Shemp, but I don't remember Shemp having a mustache.
To all my fellow Cezhs in Texas also reared off Gerber kolaches and Shiner from a plastic nipple, you'll want to make these pilgramiges somtime in your lifetime; Schulenberg, Caldwell, Ennis, and West (downtown), in that order, all in Texas. And perchance you happen upon a store carrying "sausage kolaches"; that is an abomination to any pure blooded Czech. Flee for your life, and your heritage. "sausage kolaches" are a myth, much like "stimulus spending" or "Crisco light". True Czechs call "sausage kolaches" pigs in a blanket. Politely leave the store, come back, and watch the steam sizzle off the door as you sprinkle holy water upon it. Uz nic, dekuji.
Programming of the new Arena begins in 2009. My user Alan assures me he will do everything he can to save my register from being bitdozed by an old MCP Eminent Domain program.
[ In an Emergency Room far far away ... ]
Dr. Obi Wand: Wing?! That's no wing. It's a face lesion.
Dr. Hans Soso: Chewy, quick. Turn this lip around.
Chewy: RrrrrHhHhhHHHHHh!
Clone Wars, 2009
Rated R for Violence
Take 2 red and white Dixie straws, pinch one end on each, and tie them together with a very fast switching device. Now, imagine sucking banana bits from your milk shake along each red rail, versus one big banana chunk along a single white straw. Assuming the switching device between the two Dixie straws doesn't clog, enjoy the benefits of faster brain freeze. Parallel banana bit execution.
Or, imagine a car as a photon. The car ...
I think something is wrong with my lively account.
The first time I logged in, some funny looking feller who looked like Colonel Sanders greeted me, "Your life is the sum of a remainder of an unbalanced equation inherent to the programming of the google. You are the eventuality of an anomaly, which despite my sincerest efforts I have been unable to eliminate from what is otherwise a harmony of mathematical precision. While it remains a burden to sedulously avoid it, it is not unexpected, and thus not beyond a measure of control. Which has led you, inexorably, here."
So, I punched him in the hoohaw with my Papa Smurf avatar and quickly logged off. Is thing still beta?
2. Camouflage Patriot Missles with green and yellow paint.
3. ???
4. Profit!
$250 for mine, and I can power a small submarine using my DVI connector.
Overall, well done, sir. Well done.
Oh, yeah, and by the way, is it any coincidence that they're both anagrams? And, what's really surprising, if you mathematically extract the alphanumerics; ABBA = ADA; where A=1, B=2 [...] Z=26. Coincidence? I think not too.
neitherhearnortheir
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Big black buttons. Grey box lines. No option to toggle off or on. This new slashdot CSS is the pitchfork from hell reaching up through the ether, poking at me bum cheeks.
Lynx, I want to make sweet snu-snu to you now more than ever.
Well, just looking at my passport, one might also extrapolate from my itinerary that I was selling secrets to the whole eastern Chinese seabord. Or, at least a political enemy might attempt to do so. Or, might just brute force demagogue me into answering media charged questions at the bare minimum.
End Transmission. Over?
...or, a bird in the hand is worth two in the bush!
I happen to be a Bear trader. Our day will soon be upon you! muahaha...
Marketing? I played the Darwinia demo for linux about a year ago I think. Loved it. So, there I was last Saturday standing in front of game titles; ready to plop down a Jackson or a Grant on whatever struck me. I glanced over a few titles and stumbled upon Darwinia. Great, I thought. Another title to add to my linux collection. As I read the back cover, the only operating system listed was Windows. What a shame. What happened from the demo to the shelf? So, a bit disheartened, I grabbed the latest expansion pack to CIV4 instead.
T-Ray will only catch the dumb terrorists anyways. Box cutters don't hijack planes, people do. As a frequent flyer, I'd much rather face the scrutiny practiced by El Al profilers at Ben Gurion International instead; an evasion of privacy, not invasion. Watchful parents practice these techniques daily with their teenage sons and daughters. Traditionally, our neglectful American airport guardians would simply hand you the ticket, "Here's the keys to the Buick. Take the toll gate. Be back home by 2."