Directory: /home/llama Shell: /bin/bash Never logged in. No mail. No project. .plan: [ Choke ] Can't breathe [ 3l33t.r3v3r53.l00kup5.1n-4ddr.4rp4 ] This rant was partially inspired by: http://www.msnbc.com/news/376819.asp?0a=22048d8- The saga concerning the appeal for more top level domains added another chapter recently with ICANN proving that it can be as stupid, biased and inept as any real corporation. Though, the current group led by Ralph Nader is particularly bad as the new TLDs the have suggested show a distinct lack of comprehension about the Internet in general. The only foreseeable use for such highly specified domains would be to impress the other kiddies in #3l1t3-un1x-h4ck3r5. Well, that and this "highly specialized" collection of possible host names: intenet.consumers, the.taxpayer and.the.shareholder must.avoid.ralph.nader.consumer.unions with.their.stupid.complaints ruining.the.internet.ecology because.now.it.isnotgreen and.we.must.unite because.it.isnotfair and.it.sucks One Short Of A Llama's New Top Level Domains
.cam: Designed for sites hosting useless web-cams that end up broadcasting pictures of badly-lit empty rooms for most of their lives. Very occasionally dedicated viewers are offered the chance to see its owner staring blankly into a computer monitor, possibly watching other web-cams... who knows. .slow: A top level domain for those third world countries who have yet to embrace the technology of copper wires. Packets are inscribed in clay, baked and then transported via toothless old women riding donkeys. .fan: "Fake" unofficial movie fan pages created by film producers to increase the hype and speculation surrounding an otherwise dull flick such as in The Gullible Fan Project. .plugin: Aimed at any site whose web page developers were so utterly brain-dead that they were unable think of another way of outputting a few pictures and links on a page without resorting to using Java, JavaScript and Flash. .free: Free web-page hosting services compiling vast collections detailing every possible crime against web-page design there is. From small brightly coloured background pictures that tile in such a way that they induce nausea to unreadable text and the obligatory animated "email me" image. Strangely none of this troubled the author. .porn: It is mandatory for any sites in the .porn hierarchy to have the words "100% Free Nude Pictures" regardless of whether they do or not. Comprised entirely of banners advertising men doing women and women doing other women when all the user really ends up doing is closing multiple browser windows that the pages insist on opening. .mahir: WELCOME TO MY TOP LEVEL DOMAIN !!!!!!!! I KISS YOU !!!!! I like the DNS , BIND, I have many name serfers ..... Who is want to resolvd on my domain, I can zown transfur ...... She can use ns1.mahir [ Ugh. ] I managed to exist through another year, imagine my disappointment. So far I have completely failed to live up to my one New Years resolution which was to spend as much time in a barely conscious alcoholic haze as possible. Unfortunately such things are invariably expensive and somehow, even though I have garnered a form of employment I am poorer as a result of working, how pointless. David and I have reached an agreement regarding updates of the horoscopes. New entries will now be posted once a month with each of us doing alternate months. There was a fault in the login procedure that incorrectly caused the user to be told that their browser failed to accept the cookie sent by the login page. The gist of the problem was that the domain attribute of the cookie would be set to the HTTP_HOST environment variable whereas the browser would be redirected to the login page using the SERVER_NAME environment variable which is gnu.osoal.org.nz. After much cajoling I was convinced to go to the Big Day Out (a music festival) to see Nine Inch Nails play live (they rocked). I spend the entire day queuing up to purchase expensive beer and wading around knee-deep in teeny-boppers who felt the need to choke me to death with their second-hand smoke. The final versions of null and ruin are on the manifest page, I'm now trying to code my own scripting language, but judging by the amount of code I have produced so far I doubt that it will ever actually work. [ One Short Of A Llama Guide to Popular Music ] There are two main species of bands in the music charts; the lame teen we are forming a band because we have nothing better to do bands, and the members from older, now defunct, groups who after 20 years, 2 marriages and 3 drug addictions later have realized that there is nothing else they are can do. Silence has never looked so good. Scoring: while (the word while) Actually worth listening too. Only release work occasionally as the band spends most of its time in detox. ~$@& (Wiggly snake, Snake on a stick, hunch back snake and a snake in a knot.) You don't know why you like it and you only end up having to hide the CD every time your friends come round. 8|| (a mysteron climbing a drain-pipe) This band has a listener half-life shorter than most radioactive elements. Here today, gone sometime later today. ^. (UFO abducting someone) The song will become so overplayed even deaf people will realize how talentless its creators are. L (The letter L) If you cant get this song out of your head, try cracking open your skull. Generic Boy Band: I'm saying I love you (just so I can sleep with you) A band consisting of 5 guys, none of which actually plays an instrument. Instead they have foregone musical talent to concentrate on standing in a line and thrusting their pelvises forward. The side effect of this is that the collective number of abdominal muscles in the band exceeds the collective IQ of itself and of its listeners. Rating: L - He's sooo dreamy... *gag* One Hit Wonders: Umm... that tune. Rising to stardom with a song that any idiot and sing, and usually does, this genre of music allows radio stations to put the song on continuous play for the next three weeks just to make their DJ's seem less mind-numbingly stupid and repetitive. Rating: ^. - From 0 to obscurity in 60 seconds. Clone: We're fighting the system by selling out Yet another stereotypical rock band producing songs that can be played either forwards or backwards with no adverse affects to the lyrics. Their latest album is titled Rage Against The Washing-Machine and it can be found in more places than hydrogen. Rating: 8|| - Sticking it to the man. Teenage Girl: Look at my perky breasts When your singing career is going to end before your transition through puberty, you can avoid such wasteful things as having the ability to sing. Instead have a clear complexion, perky breasts and a marketing campaign that makes missionaries look reserved. Rating: L - They probably aren't real. Random Verb Random Noun: Generation Why Qualifying for an alternative band label by performing a song that doesn't contain the word 'baby', R.V.R.N. are relying on the teen-angst meal ticket for their current album and have plans for a 'Stop saying we sold out' single release. Rating: ~$@& - Random Rating. 2Puff Dogg-Pac: Yew gonna shair wunna dose beeches wit me? Yo G, he be a Pimpin Westside Gangsta who be keepin' it real wit his niggaz in da hood, motherfucker. Which is roughly a rhyming version of Mr T. Always appears with two scantily clad women hanging off his arms. Except that instead of symbolizing his skill with the opposite sex, it serves more to advertise that the local brothel has a two-for-the-price-of-one sale on. Rating: L - Yo! wassup wit dis ray'in? Old Rocker: Do you believe in a singing career after 50 With a career spanning several decades this singer has managed to delude herself into believing that she is now qualified to comment on world events. Supposedly being a vacuous self-absorbed pop-culture whore is equivalent to a being political scientist. All of her concerts end before 10pm so the breeder patrons will not have to pay the babysitter overtime. Rating: L - Die Die Die. Generic Girl Band: If you wanna be my lover you have to buy my CD Four more prefabricated pop stars willing to help shovel more into the landfill that is pop music. During each song, band members must jerk about randomly as if there were 10 000 volts running through her clitoris. This was especially entertaining when they were destitute of any decent lyrics had to resort to doing a cover of Leonard Cohen's: So long Marianne. Rating: L - Girl Power? Illegal Immigrant: White Men Cant Dance. Essentially nothing more than Jazz music with a few Spanish words thrown in, this song appears on the Yo Quiero Taco Bell album. Rating: L - Run for the Border. Suffer: Loneliness Bitch Preaching to the millions of despondent empty human beings who will quite willingly purchase CD that they can wallow-in-self-pity too. Song titles such as I hate myself so much and Drinking the pain away remind the listener that the only way they can feel any worse is to keep on living. Rating: while - I'm going to make all the pain disappear [ PERL Advocacy ] A few weeks ago we decided to partake in a drinking game called The Hour of Power, which involves taking shot of something alcoholic every minute for an hour. To remind us of when to drink we either needed a sober person or a program to signal us every minute. Given that the former is a species that is almost extinct is the shed the latter was chosen, plus after four beers my programming ability is at its best *cough*.
Arguments are passed as ./hop.pl [number of drinks] [time in between drinks] with the default being 60 in both cases. The original version used a pipe to wall(1) instead of the print statement because for some unknown
reason (ie: I am an idiot) I was unable to get the terminal to emit a beep.
Although this version has the obvious advantage that contestants need not be in same room, they only have to be logged into the machine running the script. This means you would be able to organise the first intercontinental Internet-based drinking game. One Short Of A Llama's(r) E-DrinkingBinge(r). Get ready for the IPO. [ The Morning After Beer ] Went To Brook's 21st on Saturday, there was a 50L keg of Tui which ended up dispensing 50% froth per cup at the end. It took longer to walk (or fall) down the stairs and get a drink that it did to consume it. There was this fucked up chick who wouldn't leave Brook alone, she kept citing "He doesn't answer my question", when she received an answer she didn't like. Some memorable quotes from her were: "I've spent a year with [my boyfriend] and now I just don't care [about him] anymore." "I kissed Colin and David." "Amy and I used to be loud [and annoying] together." She then decided to show her breasts to a few people. I got really drunk. Now when I get drunk I am a complete asshole. Which is functionally different from the complete asshole I am when sober. At the end, Brook and I were sitting in front of his computer watching his line draw program, which is a work of art. It produces more unexplained occurances per line of code than some Microsoft products. [ Alone In The Crowd ] There is a large subset of the adolescent male population whose sole purpose is to acquire a car then drive around in circles until they spot another male at which point they roll down the windows and shout "FAGGOT!". I can only speculate about the amount of brain-damage one has to suffer from before believing that being a pedestrian is some sort of homo-erotic act. Fortunately, their stupidity carries over to their driving skills and many of them end up driving their pride-and-joys into oncoming traffic or a power poll killing themselves. But this story does not have a happy ending. Instead somehow these sub-humans manage to breed, not through any great prowess of their own mind you, rather they seem to find cell-phone-waving, |