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Linux quotes прыщи --- Comment #60 from M8R-7fin56@mailinator.com ---
(In reply to Peter Lemenkov from comment #59)
(In reply to M8R-7fin56 from comment #58)

I wonder can we just ban email services such as Mailinator altogether?

Actually, you'd first have to opt out of services such as BugMeNot as that is
where I got this account with zero hassle. After that, I'd actually have to
exert a little more effort to type some garbage in the registration form and
then go check Mailinator to activate. You could waste a good deal of time
trying to block all the domains, which would be a never ending battle. You
would still have the issue that people could make throw away account on Gmail
and Hotmail, albeit with slightly more effort. Go ahead and try to
comprehensively block all webmail, all anonymous remailers, etc. Then it'd
actually take some real effort for someone to come along and offend you.

Or, you could just remove the motivation to do so by unbreaking the fucking
shitheap that you dimwits call an Operating System. Shit like RedHat/Fedora and
Ubuntu do a severe disservice to the Linux community. You present a distro that
is perceived as and promoted as easy to use. People knew to Linux are likely to
start with one of these. They find that basic functionality is missing, it's a
pain to administer, bug reports do not result in fixes, and many other
problems. Frustrated they either go back to Windows or buy a Mac. Great job
you're doing there!


При всем оффтопике и клоуничности не могу не согласиться с уважаемым троллем.
job repost Есть работа: прикрутить zRTP к gstreamer, OTR к telepathy, GPG к modest и еще кое-что по мелочи. Оплачиваемая, естественно. Есть желающие?
A husband comes home to find his wife with her suitcases packed in the living room. "Where the hell do you think you're going?" he says. "I'm going to Las Vegas. You can earn $400 for a blow job there, and I figured that I might as well earn money for what I do to you free."
Alex: The husband thinks for a moment, goes upstairs, and comes back down, with his suitcase packed as well. "Where do you think you going?" the wife asks. "I'm coming with you...I want to see how you survive on $800 a year!!!"