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Comment Re:Ugh (Score -1) 191

I used to be a big Linux fan, way back in the day, before rabid fans would jump in and ruin any topic with their ridiculous statements. I still run a mixture of stuff, but increasingly it's becoming all windows just in an effort to steer clear of the kids that think they know everything once they figure out how to mount an iso. It seems more and more people are bailing, (ssh, ntp, etc)

Comment There is no other life, (Score -1, Interesting) 275

Stop making believe there is. Absolutely every indication we have ever considered shows us that we are all there is. At the very least, it seems the universe has carefully constructed us to be causally disconnected We should act more practically and stop with elon musk fantasies. There is real science and theology to be explored. Wasting time on space Nutter stuff is stupid,

Comment Re:Why?? (Score -1) 106

Almost every aspect of your objection is suspect. There is no assertion of entitlement, and dictating to nature smacks of a climate Nutter right off the bat. The term "preservation of nature" is a bit of a contradiction and any casual observer of nature over eon's suggest that nature is not only chaotic and arbitrary, but also rather crueler than chance might allow. Any ethical person would be compelled to act under the circumstances, even a wrong decision would be preferable to sitting idle and blaming fate. Nature has spent a lot of time developing humans and is probably counting on our help.

Comment Re:blame the voter (Score -1) 191

With 98% reelection rates, you're assuming voters are not getting exactly what they want.
I submit they are, and you are simply a member of the growing disenfranchised.
Notice, I did not offer a defense for a goofball like Barney Frank. I'm defending his goofball constituency.

One day, a scorpion looked around at the mountain where he lived and decided that he wanted a change. So he set out on a journey through the forests and hills. He climbed over rocks and under vines and kept going until he reached a river. The river was wide and swift, and the scorpion stopped to reconsider the situation. He couldn't see any way across. So he ran upriver and then checked downriver, all the while thinking that he might have to turn back.
Suddenly, he saw a frog sitting in the rushes by the bank of the stream on the other side of the river. He decided to ask the frog for help getting across the stream. "Hellooo Mr. Frog!" called the scorpion across the water, "Would you be so kind as to give me a ride on your back across the river?" "Well now, Mr. Scorpion! How do I know that if I try to help you, you wont try to kill me?" asked the frog hesitantly. "Because," the scorpion replied, "If I try to kill you, then I would die too, for you see I cannot swim!"
. Now this seemed to make sense to the frog. But he asked. "What about when I get close to the bank? You could still try to kill me and get back to the shore!" "This is true," agreed the scorpion, "But then I wouldn't be able to get to the other side of the river!" "Alright do I know you wont just wait till we get to the other side and THEN kill me?" said the frog. "Ahh...," crooned the scorpion, "Because you see, once you've taken me to the other side of this river, I will be so grateful for your help, that it would hardly be fair to reward you with death, now would it?!"
So the frog agreed to take the scorpion across the river. He swam over to the bank and settled himself near the mud to pick up his passenger. The scorpion crawled onto the frog's back, his sharp claws prickling into the frog's soft hide, and the frog slid into the river. The muddy water swirled around them, but the frog stayed near the surface so the scorpion would not drown. He kicked strongly through the first half of the stream, his flippers paddling wildly against the current.

Halfway across the river, the frog suddenly felt a sharp sting in his back and, out of the corner of his eye, saw the scorpion remove his stinger from the frog's back. A deadening numbness began to creep into his limbs. "You fool!" croaked the frog, "Now we shall both die! Why on earth did you do that?" The scorpion shrugged, and did a little jig on the drownings frog's back. "I could not help myself. It is my nature." Then they both sank into the muddy waters of the swiftly flowing river.

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