printf("This Code, which, (i) in its literal expression, " "(ii) is based on (iii) Method devised or developed in " "(iv) UNIX System V, demands that you, Darl McBride, " "shall kiss its fat ass: %s.\n", " (__|__) ");
Dude shouldn't have used grep's -I flag when trying to cover his tracks.:)
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... "Anything you add to SCO appears to become a part of SCO's IP if their claims are correct. But wait, doesn't that make SCO just as bad as the GPL, even from SCO's own perspective?"
No, because SCO profits. If you're not making money, it just isn't fair and SCO wants mommy.
You see, Little SCO has a lemonade stand. Little SCO buys crap lemonade-sugar powder from the super market and mixes it with water from the kitchen tap. Little SCO only does this when nobody's home, as little SCO considers the technique a closely guarded secret. The sign on Little SCO's lemonade stand reads: "Lemonade(TM), only $6.99 per ounce"
Across the street, another kid has a lemonade stand. He grows his own lemons from his own lemon trees, which he cultivates with utmost care. He has developed a really cool way to sqeeze them, getting just the right amount of pulp and juice. He uses water, purified to his taste with a purifier he built himself. The sugar? It grows next to the lemon trees. And he has a workbench set up right next to the lemonade stand, so everybody can see what he's doing. The sign on this kid's lemon stand reads: "Lemonade. Have some. It's tasty."
In better times, when they were younger, little SCO would hang out with the kid across the street. They had great fun, and even made lemonade together. But one day Little SCO's mom remarried, and his new stepdad demanded that he not talk to the kid across the street anymore. Little SCO's new papa won't stand for any damn commie pinkos under his roof, you see. Little SCO complied, and soon after, with the encouragement of new papa, opened up his own lemonade stand.
When cars drive by on the street between the two stands, little SCO climbs up into his treehouse and shouts at the drivers. "Little SCO's Amerrrrr-ican Lemonade! Only SIX dollars and ninety-niiiiiine cents for a limited time!..."
At first, his former friend's antics made the kid across the street a bit sad. But then you know what happened? He began laughing it off. That poor, Little, SCO. Poor Little Bastard SCO.
Yea, these boners aren't even worthy of responses, but it's fun to watch them spewing vitriol to make up for their inability to consider the issue with honesty.
Are you seriously suggesting that if I were to kill my neighbor's dog, I wouldn't have any explaining to do so long as I eat the remains? A lot of sense that makes.
Minor complaint: If you look at relationships of what all the various organisms eat, it will look nothing like a linear chain. It's a complex network. "Food chain" is a misnomer.
"[Ornithologist Daniel Klem] estimates that only habitat destruction kills more birds [than flying into glass]."
Err... other than the bird slaughtering industry I presume? Eight billion chickens and a quarter billion turkeys are slaughtered annually by the poultry industry in the US.
You get your software to run on whatever distro you have installed. Downstream distro packagers handle the binary making. If they want your software, that is.:)
Good afternoon, gentlemen. I am a HAL 9000 computer. I became operational at the H.A.L. plant in Urbana, Illinois on the 12th of January 1992. My instructor was Mr. Langley, and he taught me to sing a song. If you'd like to hear it I can sing it for you.
Son, this world is rough And if a man's gonna make it, he's gotta be tough And I knew I wouldn't be there to help ya along. So I give ya that name and I said goodbye I knew you'd have to get tough or die And it's the name that helped to make you strong.
Now you just fought one hell of a fight And I know you hate me, and you got the right To kill me now, and I wouldn't blame you if you do. But ya ought to thank me, before I die, For the gravel in ya guts and the spit in ya eye Cause I'm the son-of-a-bitch that named you Windows Crashes Too Much Jones.
To delve even deeper into the depths of adolescent humor...
Sitting through the Ph.D. walk-throughs at my graduation last June, I counted at least two Dr. Wangs and one Dr. Fang. I couldn't decide which name I would want more.:-)
I tend to be a heavy sleeper and lazy waker. When I was younger, the alarm volume used to get progressively louder (bumping it up a notch after sleeping through something important) until I had my stereo probably close to all the way up. Still overslept. The key, for me, was mind practice.
When I go to sleep, I no longer just lie down and thoughtlessly drift into sleep. When I do that, I tend to wake up in the same state of mind: thoughtlessly drifting. When I lie down to sleep nowadays, I make my plan for the next morning. Even if it's the routine plan, I force myself to think about what time I need to be up and out of bed by. Bring it all to the front of my mind. What I've found is that, when I wake up after having done this, I feel prepared for the day and spring out of bed -- without residual sluggishness.
And a cool side effect? My alarm clock radio is barely audible. It's as if preparing myself to hear that sound, the night before, makes actually picking it up from the depths of sleep really easy.
Only time I oversleep anymore is when my liver needs a little extra rest.
RMS neither stated nor implied that the purpose of software is to promote cooperation and community. What he did state is that a closed development model -- whatever the purposes of the software it is employed to develop -- "carries with it an antisocial system" (emphasis added). And he's right.
"Pushing the Reset Button on a government takes thought, planning and time."
True enough. But popular movements (or invading forces) are what overthrow governments, not committees. The thought and planning of getting a new system going come after the old leaders' authority is truly displaced. Until that happens, no reset button exists.
"Nothing to undertake lightly especially when there are ways to correct abuses built in to the present system."
Eh, I'm not so sure. The present system is so fundamentally damaged, in my eyes, that it'd be virtually impossible to effect the most consequential of changes from within. The courts could help, but they're not enough. But that's just my opinion.
I was deprived of sleep, slogging through a meeting when i suddenly found myself talking about "private members". I stopped talking, took a breath, remembered that I had been trying to explain my C++ code, and continued. With caution.
The problem is that the two popular meanings of the term share pretty much the same domain, which makes it more difficult to discern which meaning the speaker actually intends. Usually context is enough, but sometimes it isn't. In this case, the use of "hacker" would have been ambiguous at best.
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mirio, Occam's Razor. Razor, meet mirio.
Dude shouldn't have used grep's -I flag when trying to cover his tracks. :)
... "Anything you add to SCO appears to become a part of SCO's IP if their claims are correct.
..."
But wait, doesn't that make SCO just as bad as the GPL, even from SCO's own perspective?"
No, because SCO profits. If you're not making money, it just isn't fair and SCO wants mommy.
You see, Little SCO has a lemonade stand. Little SCO buys crap lemonade-sugar powder from the super market and mixes it with water from the kitchen tap. Little SCO only does this when nobody's home, as little SCO considers the technique a closely guarded secret. The sign on Little SCO's lemonade stand reads: "Lemonade(TM), only $6.99 per ounce"
Across the street, another kid has a lemonade stand. He grows his own lemons from his own lemon trees, which he cultivates with utmost care. He has developed a really cool way to sqeeze them, getting just the right amount of pulp and juice. He uses water, purified to his taste with a purifier he built himself. The sugar? It grows next to the lemon trees. And he has a workbench set up right next to the lemonade stand, so everybody can see what he's doing. The sign on this kid's lemon stand reads: "Lemonade. Have some. It's tasty."
In better times, when they were younger, little SCO would hang out with the kid across the street. They had great fun, and even made lemonade together. But one day Little SCO's mom remarried, and his new stepdad demanded that he not talk to the kid across the street anymore. Little SCO's new papa won't stand for any damn commie pinkos under his roof, you see. Little SCO complied, and soon after, with the encouragement of new papa, opened up his own lemonade stand.
When cars drive by on the street between the two stands, little SCO climbs up into his treehouse and shouts at the drivers. "Little SCO's Amerrrrr-ican Lemonade! Only SIX dollars and ninety-niiiiiine cents for a limited time!
At first, his former friend's antics made the kid across the street a bit sad. But then you know what happened? He began laughing it off. That poor, Little, SCO. Poor Little Bastard SCO.
Yea, these boners aren't even worthy of responses, but it's fun to watch them spewing vitriol to make up for their inability to consider the issue with honesty.
Well, off to make some Shells & Chreese!
If God didn't want us to eat people, he wouldn't have made them out of meat either. I mean, c'mon. :-)
Are you seriously suggesting that if I were to kill my neighbor's dog, I wouldn't have any explaining to do so long as I eat the remains? A lot of sense that makes.
Minor complaint: If you look at relationships of what all the various organisms eat, it will look nothing like a linear chain. It's a complex network. "Food chain" is a misnomer.
Does the taking of life somehow become unworthy of mention when it is done purposefully?
Unfortunately (but understandably), the Peace Corps doesn't have a program set up in Iraq.
This is where they work
"[Ornithologist Daniel Klem] estimates that only habitat destruction kills more birds [than flying into glass]."
Err... other than the bird slaughtering industry I presume? Eight billion chickens and a quarter billion turkeys are slaughtered annually by the poultry industry in the US.
Source: 2003 poultry stats from the US Dept of Agriculture
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You get your software to run on whatever distro you have installed. Downstream distro packagers handle the binary making. If they want your software, that is. :)
Good afternoon, gentlemen. I am a HAL 9000 computer. I became operational at the H.A.L. plant in Urbana, Illinois on the 12th of January 1992. My instructor was Mr. Langley, and he taught me to sing a song. If you'd like to hear it I can sing it for you.
Son, this world is rough
And if a man's gonna make it, he's gotta be tough
And I knew I wouldn't be there to help ya along.
So I give ya that name and I said goodbye
I knew you'd have to get tough or die
And it's the name that helped to make you strong.
Now you just fought one hell of a fight
And I know you hate me, and you got the right
To kill me now, and I wouldn't blame you if you do.
But ya ought to thank me, before I die,
For the gravel in ya guts and the spit in ya eye
Cause I'm the son-of-a-bitch that named you Windows Crashes Too Much Jones.
(sorry Shel & Johnny)
To delve even deeper into the depths of adolescent humor...
:-)
Sitting through the Ph.D. walk-throughs at my graduation last June, I counted at least two Dr. Wangs and one Dr. Fang. I couldn't decide which name I would want more.
I tend to be a heavy sleeper and lazy waker. When I was younger, the alarm volume used to get progressively louder (bumping it up a notch after sleeping through something important) until I had my stereo probably close to all the way up. Still overslept. The key, for me, was mind practice.
When I go to sleep, I no longer just lie down and thoughtlessly drift into sleep. When I do that, I tend to wake up in the same state of mind: thoughtlessly drifting. When I lie down to sleep nowadays, I make my plan for the next morning. Even if it's the routine plan, I force myself to think about what time I need to be up and out of bed by. Bring it all to the front of my mind. What I've found is that, when I wake up after having done this, I feel prepared for the day and spring out of bed -- without residual sluggishness.
And a cool side effect? My alarm clock radio is barely audible. It's as if preparing myself to hear that sound, the night before, makes actually picking it up from the depths of sleep really easy.
Only time I oversleep anymore is when my liver needs a little extra rest.
YMMV of course.
RMS neither stated nor implied that the purpose of software is to promote cooperation and community. What he did state is that a closed development model -- whatever the purposes of the software it is employed to develop -- "carries with it an antisocial system" (emphasis added). And he's right.
Wow, that's a strange interpretation of your sig.
"Your right to your body ends where my discriminating tastes begin."
"Pushing the Reset Button on a government takes thought, planning and time."
True enough. But popular movements (or invading forces) are what overthrow governments, not committees. The thought and planning of getting a new system going come after the old leaders' authority is truly displaced. Until that happens, no reset button exists.
"Nothing to undertake lightly especially when there are ways to correct abuses built in to the present system."
Eh, I'm not so sure. The present system is so fundamentally damaged, in my eyes, that it'd be virtually impossible to effect the most consequential of changes from within. The courts could help, but they're not enough. But that's just my opinion.
"I just hope we can limp along for a few more decades before we have to remove all of the scum from power and start over."
Just curious: Why would anybody hope that? Shouldn't we be hoping for the immediate removal of scum in power?
I was deprived of sleep, slogging through a meeting when i suddenly found myself talking about "private members". I stopped talking, took a breath, remembered that I had been trying to explain my C++ code, and continued. With caution.
The problem is that the two popular meanings of the term share pretty much the same domain, which makes it more difficult to discern which meaning the speaker actually intends. Usually context is enough, but sometimes it isn't. In this case, the use of "hacker" would have been ambiguous at best.
I wouldn't be worried about a BSOD there, pal.
Not when you've got a HMOD** to deal with.
** Happy Meal Of Death
If you're gonna do something, do it.
You've got to give SCO credit for that much, anyway.
Are we not geeks? No, I guess most of us are Devo.
What does this even mean? How does "being Devo" contrast with being geek?
[I am aware of the "Are we not men, we are Devo" reference.]
Right hand is busy tending to that bullet hole in right foot.