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Industry-Standard VOIP Phone Using All Free Software

timothy posted more than 12 years ago | from the excellent-news dept.

Technology 138

Ralf Ackermann writes: "Voice over IP on a HardPhone running Linux and just using Open Source software became real. We have sucessfully installed and tested (interoperability with Cisco 7960 as well as Pingtel xPressa in an environment with a partysip SIP registrar and proxy) the linphone SIP phone on a StrongARM based TuxScreen. Here is the link describing the steps for others to use the setup as well: TuxScreen running SIP. All the infos for setting up a comparable installation can be found on the URL, please also feel free to ask or drop opinions. Many thanks to the linphone developers as well as to my student Florian Winterstein (for working on a console linphonec version). The setup (on a StrongARM system) is well suited for PDA (iPAQ) or wearable environments as well."

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Slashdot twinks! (-1)

mobydill (218466) | more than 12 years ago | (#3709732)

fucking fags!

Re:Slashdot twinks! (-1)

Angela Lansbury (568190) | more than 12 years ago | (#3709769)

zombo.com

Cease and Desist (-1, Offtopic)

Anonymous Coward | more than 12 years ago | (#3709821)

There are frying monkeys coming your way. With biker helmuts and blond armpit hair. Be afraid.

Re:Cease and Desist (-1)

MMMMMMMMMMMMMMMMMMMM (537317) | more than 12 years ago | (#3709849)

I am intrigued by your thoughts and would like to subscribe to your newsletter.

Re:Cease and Desist (-1)

Fecal Troll Matter (445929) | more than 12 years ago | (#3709854)

My newsletter is far superior and arrives with free lube+condoms for those Hemos visits. USE THE CONDOMS, trust me.

Tillies (-1, Offtopic)

Anonymous Coward | more than 12 years ago | (#3709951)

My newsletter, rather appropriately titled Tillies is now available at your local proctologist. Please advise the weather for many happy locusts.

You Sir are a Coward (-1, Offtopic)

Anonymous Coward | more than 12 years ago | (#3709829)

Ya heard? Holla

Fp (-1, Troll)

Anonymous Coward | more than 12 years ago | (#3709733)

fp Bitches!

Bubbeye CLIT (-1, Offtopic)

Anonymous Coward | more than 12 years ago | (#3709734)

I'm not first, but I'm sure it's not a CLIT who got it! HAH!

CLITTERS NEVER WIN.

Re:Bubbeye CLIT (-1, Offtopic)

Anonymous Coward | more than 12 years ago | (#3709863)

It looks like the first post is definitely a CLIT post. Perhaps you should refrain from using both hands to masterbate with. Keep one free at all times with which to refresh your browser. It's easy. Ctrl-R. Bingo. New!

SIP (2, Informative)

Fantanicity (583135) | more than 12 years ago | (#3709747)

SIP is an open protocol [isi.edu] , so what is special about this?

Re:SIP (3, Informative)

Wesley Felter (138342) | more than 12 years ago | (#3709773)

Most of the SIP phones I've seen (like the Cisco and Pingtel ones mentioned in the article) cost as much as a low-end PC, so maybe open source SIP software can help to bring down the cost of SIP phones in the future.

And there's also the hack value. :-)

I had done it several dozen times prior (-1)

mobydill (218466) | more than 12 years ago | (#3709776)

The urge had never come so quickly and
uniquely on impulse.

It could have been one of many factors, but this particular young man caught
my eye. It was perhaps the flashy bright orange down vest he was sporting,
designer jeans, the backwards baseball cap that read 'Lions' which he wore,
or possibly the dirty blonde color of his short hairstyle in combination
with a clean shaven jowl. Precisely at the moment I had decided to pay the
tab on my Guest Check which read '$0.98 - Coffee' did I notice him across the
crowded late night diner with several compatriots, all appearing to be in
their early twenties. I left two dollars under the empty coffee mug, and
waited outside for the group to finish up.

11:43PM.
I lit up a Dutch Master's cigarillo and waited.

12:11AM.

They emerged from the establishment. "Dude, we're going to party SO
hard tonight yeah! You can drink now buddy!" loudly remarked one of the
young man's larger acquaintances. A tall attractive young brunette female
friend chimed in with "Todd, we're taking you to Synergy! YEAH!" They all
participated in a collaborative and somewhat haphazardly group embrace. I
followed at a brisk and delicate pace as to not attract attention to myself
with my black knee-length raincoat fully buttoned. Interesting, a twenty-
first birthday celebration. I could not help but become more intrigued as
the group, centered around 'Todd' tread down several city blocks. Warm
exhalings from the group were clearly visible in the crisp winter night air;
they began piling into a mid-block building entrance. Having a one block
distance on the group ensured that I was not noticed. I followed them inside
as soon as I arrived at the entrance.

The glass door read 'Synergy - Discotheque" and I entered only to find the
entrance queue. It was completely empty. Todd and his cronies had already
made it past the bouncer at the front of the queue. The large gutted bouncer
asked for my ID, and I obviously complied and was allowed entrance to the
main area, roughly the size of a small aircraft hangar pumping loud with
hard trance beats. Legions upon legions of infantile young adults, some with
pacifiers were dancing in the area, most probably gained underage entry with
a fake ID. Todd's orange vest still clearly visible. I proceeded to the front
left corner of the club where there were tables and ordered a gin and
tonic, continuing to stare out onto the dance area. Perhaps two, maybe two
and one half hours had elapsed when my opportunity was presented to me on a
silver platter. It was clear that Todd was on a line of action to the left
rear corner bathrooms, soaking in sweat.

2:23AM. Inception.

With much haste and finesse, I made my way to the rear of the club as well,
entering the restroom moments prior to Todd. I deceptively pretended to
straighten my appearance in the mirror, as three young men left the
bathroom, only Todd and I remained. Hard trance beats were muffled but still
quite loud. With much guile, I was able to lock the bolt on the restroom
door, entrapping my newest curiosity without his knowledge. Standing at the
urinal, I exerted a strike of quick and brute force to Todd's temple. Todd
fell unconsciously, still pissing all over his jeans. I dragged his limp body
about twenty meters to the corner of the standard handicapped toilet stall,
and propped him up in that corner.

2:24AM. Intended consequences.

Peaceful. Unconscious. Todd reeks of Brut and Old Spice. I stared at him for
some moments with serenity. I had several options at this point. I could
have splashed a baseball cap full of chilled toilet water on his face to
revive him. I decided that the risk was not acceptable, as my initial assault
had only left his temple bleeding slightly. I confirmed with myself the
usual method. I unsheathed the concealed skinning knife from my left ankle.
With quick and exacting two flicks of my upper arm, Todd's larynx, just
below the Adam's Apple was cleanly severed. Todd cast a small oval shape of
skin and cartilage from the wound with an abrupt exhale. Todd gazed back in
utter terror with fully dilated green eyes. Intentionally, the jugular was
left intact.

I of course preempted Todd's sudden shocking awakening by plunging the
hooked razor end of the skinning knife into his left shoulder, and torqued
the knife in a counter-clockwise manner by 45 degrees and retracted the
blade from his upper pectoral. Several inches of tendon became lodged in the
razor hook after I brutally tugged the twisted knife from him. All the while,
Todd attempted to scream in agony, only succeeding in expelling several
blood clots from his decimated voice box. Aside from that, Todd had no major
blood loss and continued to force air and blood mist out of the gash in his
neck, creating pleasant, barely audible wet whistling noises.

Stepping forcefully on Todd's new shoulder wound, it was at this time that I
opted to kick Todd several times with my other boot into his solar plexus;
tenderizing the meat so to speak. After putting a latex glove on my left
hand, I prodded the neck wound mercilessly with my index and middle finger.
Todd continued to gasp through the neck wound, but was apparently starting
to have trouble with a small amount of blood clotting at the hole.

2:25AM. Finish the job.

Todd was succumbing to nervous shock. This was the integral and necessary
time to finish off my thesis. I submerged the blade deep into his abdominal
diaphragm with the blade along his body's line of symmetry with several
sawing motions as Todd writhed in utter agony, helpless with his shoulder
wound still pinned under my left foot. Sawing probably a good four inches
under the second stab wound, I jerked and twisted the blade in various
speeds and degrees of forcefulness as Todd's eyes rolled back into his skull.
Whether or not my blade's final quick lunge into the heart was the final end
to his life, it had not phased his crumpled person. Todd is now dead.

2:25:30AM. The cleanup and departure.

Stepping on the shoulder wound had left my boot sole a bloody mess.
Fortunately, this had prevented any significant accumulation of bleeding on
the floor from Todd. I ruthlessly cleaned the sole with the parts of Todd's
orange goose down vest which were still clean. I also wiped the blade clean
on the vest. Because of the liberal size of the handicapped stall, the
atrocity was not noticeable with the stall door closed. So, I propped his
dead body into a sitting position on the toilet, his feet and legs virtually
clean with the exception of some piss stains. I locked the stall from the
inside and crawled under the stall door's gap. I pocketed the latex glove
after rinsing it clean with warm water. Checking the bathroom in triplicate
for potential incriminating evidence yielded nothing else. I unlocked the
bathroom door and fled.

2:27AM. Gin and tonic.

There was some gin and tonic left in my glass. I finished it and left. The
barmaid yelled "LAST CALL!"

I'd done it several dozen times prior (-1)

mobydill (218466) | more than 12 years ago | (#3709751)

The urge had never come so quickly and
uniquely on impulse.

It could have been one of many factors, but this particular young man caught
my eye. It was perhaps the flashy bright orange down vest he was sporting,
designer jeans, the backwards baseball cap that read 'Lions' which he wore,
or possibly the dirty blonde color of his short hairstyle in combination
with a clean shaven jowl. Precisely at the moment I had decided to pay the
tab on my Guest Check which read '$0.98 - Coffee' did I notice him across the
crowded late night diner with several compatriots, all appearing to be in
their early twenties. I left two dollars under the empty coffee mug, and
waited outside for the group to finish up.

11:43PM.

I lit up a Dutch Master's cigarillo and waited.

12:11AM.

They emerged from the establishment. "Dude, we're going to party SO
hard tonight yeah! You can drink now buddy!" loudly remarked one of the
young man's larger acquaintances. A tall attractive young brunette female
friend chimed in with "Todd, we're taking you to Synergy! YEAH!" They all
participated in a collaborative and somewhat haphazardly group embrace. I
followed at a brisk and delicate pace as to not attract attention to myself
with my black knee-length raincoat fully buttoned. Interesting, a twenty-
first birthday celebration. I could not help but become more intrigued as
the group, centered around 'Todd' tread down several city blocks. Warm
exhalings from the group were clearly visible in the crisp winter night air;
they began piling into a mid-block building entrance. Having a one block
distance on the group ensured that I was not noticed. I followed them inside
as soon as I arrived at the entrance.

The glass door read 'Synergy - Discotheque" and I entered only to find the
entrance queue. It was completely empty. Todd and his cronies had already
made it past the bouncer at the front of the queue. The large gutted bouncer
asked for my ID, and I obviously complied and was allowed entrance to the
main area, roughly the size of a small aircraft hangar pumping loud with
hard trance beats. Legions upon legions of infantile young adults, some with
pacifiers were dancing in the area, most probably gained underage entry with
a fake ID. Todd's orange vest still clearly visible. I proceeded to the front
left corner of the club where there were tables and ordered a gin and
tonic, continuing to stare out onto the dance area. Perhaps two, maybe two
and one half hours had elapsed when my opportunity was presented to me on a
silver platter. It was clear that Todd was on a line of action to the left
rear corner bathrooms, soaking in sweat.

2:23AM. Inception.

With much haste and finesse, I made my way to the rear of the club as well,
entering the restroom moments prior to Todd. I deceptively pretended to
straighten my appearance in the mirror, as three young men left the
bathroom, only Todd and I remained. Hard trance beats were muffled but still
quite loud. With much guile, I was able to lock the bolt on the restroom
door, entrapping my newest curiosity without his knowledge. Standing at the
urinal, I exerted a strike of quick and brute force to Todd's temple. Todd
fell unconsciously, still pissing all over his jeans. I dragged his limp body
about twenty meters to the corner of the standard handicapped toilet stall,
and propped him up in that corner.

2:24AM. Intended consequences.

Peaceful. Unconscious. Todd reeks of Brut and Old Spice. I stared at him for
some moments with serenity. I had several options at this point. I could
have splashed a baseball cap full of chilled toilet water on his face to
revive him. I decided that the risk was not acceptable, as my initial assault
had only left his temple bleeding slightly. I confirmed with myself the
usual method. I unsheathed the concealed skinning knife from my left ankle.
With quick and exacting two flicks of my upper arm, Todd's larynx, just
below the Adam's Apple was cleanly severed. Todd cast a small oval shape of
skin and cartilage from the wound with an abrupt exhale. Todd gazed back in
utter terror with fully dilated green eyes. Intentionally, the jugular was
left intact.

I of course preempted Todd's sudden shocking awakening by plunging the
hooked razor end of the skinning knife into his left shoulder, and torqued
the knife in a counter-clockwise manner by 45 degrees and retracted the
blade from his upper pectoral. Several inches of tendon became lodged in the
razor hook after I brutally tugged the twisted knife from him. All the while,
Todd attempted to scream in agony, only succeeding in expelling several
blood clots from his decimated voice box. Aside from that, Todd had no major
blood loss and continued to force air and blood mist out of the gash in his
neck, creating pleasant, barely audible wet whistling noises.

Stepping forcefully on Todd's new shoulder wound, it was at this time that I
opted to kick Todd several times with my other boot into his solar plexus;
tenderizing the meat so to speak. After putting a latex glove on my left
hand, I prodded the neck wound mercilessly with my index and middle finger.
Todd continued to gasp through the neck wound, but was apparently starting
to have trouble with a small amount of blood clotting at the hole.

2:25AM. Finish the job.

Todd was succumbing to nervous shock. This was the integral and necessary
time to finish off my thesis. I submerged the blade deep into his abdominal
diaphragm with the blade along his body's line of symmetry with several
sawing motions as Todd writhed in utter agony, helpless with his shoulder
wound still pinned under my left foot. Sawing probably a good four inches
under the second stab wound, I jerked and twisted the blade in various
speeds and degrees of forcefulness as Todd's eyes rolled back into his skull.
Whether or not my blade's final quick lunge into the heart was the final end
to his life, it had not phased his crumpled person. Todd is now dead.

2:25:30AM. The cleanup and departure.

Stepping on the shoulder wound had left my boot sole a bloody mess.
Fortunately, this had prevented any significant accumulation of bleeding on
the floor from Todd. I ruthlessly cleaned the sole with the parts of Todd's
orange goose down vest which were still clean. I also wiped the blade clean
on the vest. Because of the liberal size of the handicapped stall, the
atrocity was not noticeable with the stall door closed. So, I propped his
dead body into a sitting position on the toilet, his feet and legs virtually
clean with the exception of some piss stains. I locked the stall from the
inside and crawled under the stall door's gap. I pocketed the latex glove
after rinsing it clean with warm water. Checking the bathroom in triplicate
for potential incriminating evidence yielded nothing else. I unlocked the
bathroom door and fled.

2:27AM. Gin and tonic.

There was some gin and tonic left in my glass. I finished it and left. The
barmaid yelled "LAST CALL!"

Holy shit. (1)

io333 (574963) | more than 12 years ago | (#3709831)

For the first time in my life I think I believe that some censorship is OK, and that the government isn't intrusive enough. I wish slashdot would just erase this horror.

Re:Holy shit. (2)

killthiskid (197397) | more than 12 years ago | (#3709868)

Pardon me, but WTF? What part of this do you want censored? I do not understand. Does anyone else understand what io333 is talking about?

Re:Holy shit. (-1)

MMMMMMMMMMMMMMMMMMMM (537317) | more than 12 years ago | (#3709878)

I think he didn't like the part about 10 years old little boys getting pounded in the ass by drunk elderlies.

Re:Holy shit. (1)

barnaby (20280) | more than 12 years ago | (#3709908)

read at -1

A special one for faggot censoring advocates! (-1)

mobydill (218466) | more than 12 years ago | (#3710068)

It could have been one of many factors, but this particular young man caught
my eye. It was perhaps the flashy bright orange down vest he was sporting,
designer jeans, the backwards baseball cap that read 'Lions' which he wore,
or possibly the dirty blonde color of his short hairstyle in combination
with a clean shaven jowl. Precisely at the moment I had decided to pay the
tab on my Guest Check which read '$0.98 - Coffee' did I notice him across the
crowded late night diner with several compatriots, all appearing to be in
their early twenties. I left two dollars under the empty coffee mug, and
waited outside for the group to finish up.

11:43PM.
I lit up a Dutch Master's cigarillo and waited.

12:11AM.
They emerged from the establishment. "Dude, we're going to party SO hard tonight yeah! You can drink now buddy!" loudly remarked one of the
young man's larger acquaintances. A tall attractive young brunette female
friend chimed in with "Todd, we're taking you to Synergy! YEAH!" They all
participated in a collaborative and somewhat haphazardly group embrace. I
followed at a brisk and delicate pace as to not attract attention to myself
with my black knee-length raincoat fully buttoned. Interesting, a twenty-
first birthday celebration. I could not help but become more intrigued as
the group, centered around 'Todd' tread down several city blocks. Warm
exhalings from the group were clearly visible in the crisp winter night air;
they began piling into a mid-block building entrance. Having a one block
distance on the group ensured that I was not noticed. I followed them inside
as soon as I arrived at the entrance.

The glass door read 'Synergy - Discotheque" and I entered only to find the
entrance queue. It was completely empty. Todd and his cronies had already
made it past the bouncer at the front of the queue. The large gutted bouncer
asked for my ID, and I obviously complied and was allowed entrance to the
main area, roughly the size of a small aircraft hangar pumping loud with
hard trance beats. Legions upon legions of infantile young adults, some with
pacifiers were dancing in the area, most probably gained underage entry with
a fake ID. Todd's orange vest still clearly visible. I proceeded to the front
left corner of the club where there were tables and ordered a gin and
tonic, continuing to stare out onto the dance area. Perhaps two, maybe two
and one half hours had elapsed when my opportunity was presented to me on a
silver platter. It was clear that Todd was on a line of action to the left
rear corner bathrooms, soaking in sweat.

2:23AM. Inception.

With much haste and finesse, I made my way to the rear of the club as well,
entering the restroom moments prior to Todd. I deceptively pretended to
straighten my appearance in the mirror, as three young men left the
bathroom, only Todd and I remained. Hard trance beats were muffled but still
quite loud. With much guile, I was able to lock the bolt on the restroom
door, entrapping my newest curiosity without his knowledge. Standing at the
urinal, I exerted a strike of quick and brute force to Todd's temple. Todd
fell unconsciously, still pissing all over his jeans. I dragged his limp body
about twenty meters to the corner of the standard handicapped toilet stall,
and propped him up in that corner.

2:24AM. Intended consequences.

Peaceful. Unconscious. Todd reeks of Brut and Old Spice. I stared at him for
some moments with serenity. I had several options at this point. I could
have splashed a baseball cap full of chilled toilet water on his face to
revive him. I decided that the risk was not acceptable, as my initial assault
had only left his temple bleeding slightly. I confirmed with myself the
usual method. I unsheathed the concealed skinning knife from my left ankle.
With quick and exacting two flicks of my upper arm, Todd's larynx, just
below the Adam's Apple was cleanly severed. Todd cast a small oval shape of
skin and cartilage from the wound with an abrupt exhale. Todd gazed back in
utter terror with fully dilated green eyes. Intentionally, the jugular was
left intact.

I of course preempted Todd's sudden shocking awakening by plunging the
hooked razor end of the skinning knife into his left shoulder, and torqued
the knife in a counter-clockwise manner by 45 degrees and retracted the
blade from his upper pectoral. Several inches of tendon became lodged in the
razor hook after I brutally tugged the twisted knife from him. All the while,
Todd attempted to scream in agony, only succeeding in expelling several
blood clots from his decimated voice box. Aside from that, Todd had no major
blood loss and continued to force air and blood mist out of the gash in his
neck, creating pleasant, barely audible wet whistling noises.

Stepping forcefully on Todd's new shoulder wound, it was at this time that I
opted to kick Todd several times with my other boot into his solar plexus;
tenderizing the meat so to speak. After putting a latex glove on my left
hand, I prodded the neck wound mercilessly with my index and middle finger.
Todd continued to gasp through the neck wound, but was apparently starting
to have trouble with a small amount of blood clotting at the hole.

2:25AM. Finish the job.

Todd was succumbing to nervous shock. This was the integral and necessary
time to finish off my thesis. I submerged the blade deep into his abdominal
diaphragm with the blade along his body's line of symmetry with several
sawing motions as Todd writhed in utter agony, helpless with his shoulder
wound still pinned under my left foot. Sawing probably a good four inches
under the second stab wound, I jerked and twisted the blade in various
speeds and degrees of forcefulness as Todd's eyes rolled back into his skull.
Whether or not my blade's final quick lunge into the heart was the final end
to his life, it had not phased his crumpled person. Todd is now dead.

2:25:30AM. The cleanup and departure.

Stepping on the shoulder wound had left my boot sole a bloody mess.
Fortunately, this had prevented any significant accumulation of bleeding on
the floor from Todd. I ruthlessly cleaned the sole with the parts of Todd's
orange goose down vest which were still clean. I also wiped the blade clean
on the vest. Because of the liberal size of the handicapped stall, the
atrocity was not noticeable with the stall door closed. So, I propped his
dead body into a sitting position on the toilet, his feet and legs virtually
clean with the exception of some piss stains. I locked the stall from the
inside and crawled under the stall door's gap. I pocketed the latex glove
after rinsing it clean with warm water. Checking the bathroom in triplicate
for potential incriminating evidence yielded nothing else. I unlocked the
bathroom door and fled.

2:27AM. Gin and tonic.

There was some gin and tonic left in my glass. I finished it and left. The
barmaid yelled "LAST CALL!"

Re:Holy shit. (-1)

MMMMMMMMMMMMMMMMMMMM (537317) | more than 12 years ago | (#3709872)

Aren't you supposed to be in bet at this time? Mommy is not proud of you.

This would be great with a Wireless connection... (1, Troll)

User 956 (568564) | more than 12 years ago | (#3709755)

With a VOIP WiFi "cell phone" you could conceivable talk to anyone in range (peer-to-peer) at no cost, and to anyone connected to the internet if you are in range of a base station.

You even already have an MPL'd H.323 protocol library [openh323.org] to provide communication with NetMeeting and GnomeMeeting [beardedlinuxhippies.org] users. In fact, I've been looking for something like this which could compile on the LinuxARM architecture, in order to turn my iPAQ running Linux into a WiFi cellular phone.

Re:This would be great with a Wireless connection. (0)

Anonymous Coward | more than 12 years ago | (#3709766)

Where did you steal [slashdot.org] that from?

BTW, your link to beardedlinuxhippies.org is broken.

Re:This would be great with a Wireless connection. (2)

LWolenczak (10527) | more than 12 years ago | (#3709775)

One of my friends from IRC once mentioned that his employeer, a CLEC, was deploying wireless internet, and that he aparently had some sort of cell phone that also would talk with the wireless gear, and would allow him to make VoIP phone calls. Sweet eh?

I had done it several dozen times prior (-1)

mobydill (218466) | more than 12 years ago | (#3709782)

The urge had never come so quickly and
uniquely on impulse.
It could have been one of many factors, but this particular young man caught
my eye. It was perhaps the flashy bright orange down vest he was sporting,
designer jeans, the backwards baseball cap that read 'Lions' which he wore,
or possibly the dirty blonde color of his short hairstyle in combination
with a clean shaven jowl. Precisely at the moment I had decided to pay the
tab on my Guest Check which read '$0.98 - Coffee' did I notice him across the
crowded late night diner with several compatriots, all appearing to be in
their early twenties. I left two dollars under the empty coffee mug, and
waited outside for the group to finish up.

11:43PM.

I lit up a Dutch Master's cigarillo and waited.

12:11AM.

They emerged from the establishment. "Dude, we're going to party SO
hard tonight yeah! You can drink now buddy!" loudly remarked one of the
young man's larger acquaintances. A tall attractive young brunette female
friend chimed in with "Todd, we're taking you to Synergy! YEAH!" They all
participated in a collaborative and somewhat haphazardly group embrace. I
followed at a brisk and delicate pace as to not attract attention to myself
with my black knee-length raincoat fully buttoned. Interesting, a twenty-
first birthday celebration. I could not help but become more intrigued as
the group, centered around 'Todd' tread down several city blocks. Warm
exhalings from the group were clearly visible in the crisp winter night air;
they began piling into a mid-block building entrance. Having a one block
distance on the group ensured that I was not noticed. I followed them inside
as soon as I arrived at the entrance.

The glass door read 'Synergy - Discotheque" and I entered only to find the
entrance queue. It was completely empty. Todd and his cronies had already
made it past the bouncer at the front of the queue. The large gutted bouncer
asked for my ID, and I obviously complied and was allowed entrance to the
main area, roughly the size of a small aircraft hangar pumping loud with
hard trance beats. Legions upon legions of infantile young adults, some with
pacifiers were dancing in the area, most probably gained underage entry with
a fake ID. Todd's orange vest still clearly visible. I proceeded to the front
left corner of the club where there were tables and ordered a gin and
tonic, continuing to stare out onto the dance area. Perhaps two, maybe two
and one half hours had elapsed when my opportunity was presented to me on a
silver platter. It was clear that Todd was on a line of action to the left
rear corner bathrooms, soaking in sweat.

2:23AM. Inception.

With much haste and finesse, I made my way to the rear of the club as well,
entering the restroom moments prior to Todd. I deceptively pretended to
straighten my appearance in the mirror, as three young men left the
bathroom, only Todd and I remained. Hard trance beats were muffled but still
quite loud. With much guile, I was able to lock the bolt on the restroom
door, entrapping my newest curiosity without his knowledge. Standing at the
urinal, I exerted a strike of quick and brute force to Todd's temple. Todd
fell unconsciously, still pissing all over his jeans. I dragged his limp body
about twenty meters to the corner of the standard handicapped toilet stall,
and propped him up in that corner.

2:24AM. Intended consequences.

Peaceful. Unconscious. Todd reeks of Brut and Old Spice. I stared at him for
some moments with serenity. I had several options at this point. I could
have splashed a baseball cap full of chilled toilet water on his face to
revive him. I decided that the risk was not acceptable, as my initial assault
had only left his temple bleeding slightly. I confirmed with myself the
usual method. I unsheathed the concealed skinning knife from my left ankle.
With quick and exacting two flicks of my upper arm, Todd's larynx, just
below the Adam's Apple was cleanly severed. Todd cast a small oval shape of
skin and cartilage from the wound with an abrupt exhale. Todd gazed back in
utter terror with fully dilated green eyes. Intentionally, the jugular was
left intact.

I of course preempted Todd's sudden shocking awakening by plunging the
hooked razor end of the skinning knife into his left shoulder, and torqued
the knife in a counter-clockwise manner by 45 degrees and retracted the
blade from his upper pectoral. Several inches of tendon became lodged in the
razor hook after I brutally tugged the twisted knife from him. All the while,
Todd attempted to scream in agony, only succeeding in expelling several
blood clots from his decimated voice box. Aside from that, Todd had no major
blood loss and continued to force air and blood mist out of the gash in his
neck, creating pleasant, barely audible wet whistling noises.

Stepping forcefully on Todd's new shoulder wound, it was at this time that I
opted to kick Todd several times with my other boot into his solar plexus;
tenderizing the meat so to speak. After putting a latex glove on my left
hand, I prodded the neck wound mercilessly with my index and middle finger.
Todd continued to gasp through the neck wound, but was apparently starting
to have trouble with a small amount of blood clotting at the hole.

2:25AM. Finish the job.

Todd was succumbing to nervous shock. This was the integral and necessary
time to finish off my thesis. I submerged the blade deep into his abdominal
diaphragm with the blade along his body's line of symmetry with several
sawing motions as Todd writhed in utter agony, helpless with his shoulder
wound still pinned under my left foot. Sawing probably a good four inches
under the second stab wound, I jerked and twisted the blade in various
speeds and degrees of forcefulness as Todd's eyes rolled back into his skull.
Whether or not my blade's final quick lunge into the heart was the final end
to his life, it had not phased his crumpled person. Todd is now dead.

2:25:30AM. The cleanup and departure.

Stepping on the shoulder wound had left my boot sole a bloody mess.
Fortunately, this had prevented any significant accumulation of bleeding on
the floor from Todd. I ruthlessly cleaned the sole with the parts of Todd's
orange goose down vest which were still clean. I also wiped the blade clean
on the vest. Because of the liberal size of the handicapped stall, the
atrocity was not noticeable with the stall door closed. So, I propped his
dead body into a sitting position on the toilet, his feet and legs virtually
clean with the exception of some piss stains. I locked the stall from the
inside and crawled under the stall door's gap. I pocketed the latex glove
after rinsing it clean with warm water. Checking the bathroom in triplicate
for potential incriminating evidence yielded nothing else. I unlocked the
bathroom door and fled.

2:27AM. Gin and tonic.

There was some gin and tonic left in my glass. I finished it and left. The
barmaid yelled "LAST CALL!"

Re:This would be great with a Wireless connection. (1)

morcheeba (260908) | more than 12 years ago | (#3710076)

Actually, there's a simpler device [fansonly.com] that satisfies local peer-to-peer calls (at least my experience with WiFi range). It's been adapted to long range communications [shoutinteractive.com] , but I prefer this neat hack is a bit more portable.

What about SNOM? (4, Interesting)

DragonWyatt (62035) | more than 12 years ago | (#3709760)

Check this [snomag.de] out for another linux-based VoIP, standards-compliant (both SIP *and* H323) phone.

It's been out for quite awhile, over a year. My company is a reseller. They're cheap (~ $199 each) and they rock.

I had done it several dozen times prior (-1)

mobydill (218466) | more than 12 years ago | (#3709794)

The urge had never come so quickly and
uniquely on impulse.

It could have been one of many factors, but this particular young man caught
my eye. It was perhaps the flashy bright orange down vest he was sporting,
designer jeans, the backwards baseball cap that read 'Lions' which he wore,
or possibly the dirty blonde color of his short hairstyle in combination
with a clean shaven jowl. Precisely at the moment I had decided to pay the
tab on my Guest Check which read '$0.98 - Coffee' did I notice him across the
crowded late night diner with several compatriots, all appearing to be in
their early twenties. I left two dollars under the empty coffee mug, and
waited outside for the group to finish up.

11:43PM.
I lit up a Dutch Master's cigarillo and waited.

12:11AM.
They emerged from the establishment. "Dude, we're going to party SO
hard tonight yeah! You can drink now buddy!" loudly remarked one of the
young man's larger acquaintances. A tall attractive young brunette female
friend chimed in with "Todd, we're taking you to Synergy! YEAH!" They all
participated in a collaborative and somewhat haphazardly group embrace. I
followed at a brisk and delicate pace as to not attract attention to myself
with my black knee-length raincoat fully buttoned. Interesting, a twenty-
first birthday celebration. I could not help but become more intrigued as
the group, centered around 'Todd' tread down several city blocks. Warm
exhalings from the group were clearly visible in the crisp winter night air;
they began piling into a mid-block building entrance. Having a one block
distance on the group ensured that I was not noticed. I followed them inside
as soon as I arrived at the entrance.

The glass door read 'Synergy - Discotheque" and I entered only to find the
entrance queue. It was completely empty. Todd and his cronies had already
made it past the bouncer at the front of the queue. The large gutted bouncer
asked for my ID, and I obviously complied and was allowed entrance to the
main area, roughly the size of a small aircraft hangar pumping loud with
hard trance beats. Legions upon legions of infantile young adults, some with
pacifiers were dancing in the area, most probably gained underage entry with
a fake ID. Todd's orange vest still clearly visible. I proceeded to the front
left corner of the club where there were tables and ordered a gin and
tonic, continuing to stare out onto the dance area. Perhaps two, maybe two
and one half hours had elapsed when my opportunity was presented to me on a
silver platter. It was clear that Todd was on a line of action to the left
rear corner bathrooms, soaking in sweat.

2:23AM. Inception.

With much haste and finesse, I made my way to the rear of the club as well,
entering the restroom moments prior to Todd. I deceptively pretended to
straighten my appearance in the mirror, as three young men left the
bathroom, only Todd and I remained. Hard trance beats were muffled but still
quite loud. With much guile, I was able to lock the bolt on the restroom
door, entrapping my newest curiosity without his knowledge. Standing at the
urinal, I exerted a strike of quick and brute force to Todd's temple. Todd
fell unconsciously, still pissing all over his jeans. I dragged his limp body
about twenty meters to the corner of the standard handicapped toilet stall,
and propped him up in that corner.

2:24AM. Intended consequences.

Peaceful. Unconscious. Todd reeks of Brut and Old Spice. I stared at him for
some moments with serenity. I had several options at this point. I could
have splashed a baseball cap full of chilled toilet water on his face to
revive him. I decided that the risk was not acceptable, as my initial assault
had only left his temple bleeding slightly. I confirmed with myself the
usual method. I unsheathed the concealed skinning knife from my left ankle.
With quick and exacting two flicks of my upper arm, Todd's larynx, just
below the Adam's Apple was cleanly severed. Todd cast a small oval shape of
skin and cartilage from the wound with an abrupt exhale. Todd gazed back in
utter terror with fully dilated green eyes. Intentionally, the jugular was
left intact.

I of course preempted Todd's sudden shocking awakening by plunging the
hooked razor end of the skinning knife into his left shoulder, and torqued
the knife in a counter-clockwise manner by 45 degrees and retracted the
blade from his upper pectoral. Several inches of tendon became lodged in the
razor hook after I brutally tugged the twisted knife from him. All the while,
Todd attempted to scream in agony, only succeeding in expelling several
blood clots from his decimated voice box. Aside from that, Todd had no major
blood loss and continued to force air and blood mist out of the gash in his
neck, creating pleasant, barely audible wet whistling noises.

Stepping forcefully on Todd's new shoulder wound, it was at this time that I
opted to kick Todd several times with my other boot into his solar plexus;
tenderizing the meat so to speak. After putting a latex glove on my left
hand, I prodded the neck wound mercilessly with my index and middle finger.
Todd continued to gasp through the neck wound, but was apparently starting
to have trouble with a small amount of blood clotting at the hole.

2:25AM. Finish the job.

Todd was succumbing to nervous shock. This was the integral and necessary
time to finish off my thesis. I submerged the blade deep into his abdominal
diaphragm with the blade along his body's line of symmetry with several
sawing motions as Todd writhed in utter agony, helpless with his shoulder
wound still pinned under my left foot. Sawing probably a good four inches
under the second stab wound, I jerked and twisted the blade in various
speeds and degrees of forcefulness as Todd's eyes rolled back into his skull.
Whether or not my blade's final quick lunge into the heart was the final end
to his life, it had not phased his crumpled person. Todd is now dead.

2:25:30AM. The cleanup and departure.

Stepping on the shoulder wound had left my boot sole a bloody mess.
Fortunately, this had prevented any significant accumulation of bleeding on
the floor from Todd. I ruthlessly cleaned the sole with the parts of Todd's
orange goose down vest which were still clean. I also wiped the blade clean
on the vest. Because of the liberal size of the handicapped stall, the
atrocity was not noticeable with the stall door closed. So, I propped his
dead body into a sitting position on the toilet, his feet and legs virtually
clean with the exception of some piss stains. I locked the stall from the
inside and crawled under the stall door's gap. I pocketed the latex glove
after rinsing it clean with warm water. Checking the bathroom in triplicate
for potential incriminating evidence yielded nothing else. I unlocked the
bathroom door and fled.

2:27AM. Gin and tonic.

There was some gin and tonic left in my glass. I finished it and left. The
barmaid yelled "LAST CALL!"

Re:What about SNOM? (2)

glitch! (57276) | more than 12 years ago | (#3709844)

Check this out for another linux-based VoIP, standards-compliant (both SIP *and* H323) phone.
... They're cheap (~ $199 each) and they rock.


Cool. Since you seem to have some knowlege about these phones, is there plugin or module of some sort included for encryption? If not, is it easy to tunnel through ssh? It seems to me that a VoIP telephone directory could also serve the public key (or fingerprint at least). It would just be a matter of trust.

Re:What about SNOM? (3, Informative)

DragonWyatt (62035) | more than 12 years ago | (#3709860)

...is there plugin or module of some sort included for encryption? If not, is it easy to tunnel through ssh? It seems to me that a VoIP telephone directory could also serve the public key (or fingerprint at least).
Nothing that I know of, but that's an awesome idea. It would probably require a new extension (well, codec).

The way we've solved that problem to date is with VPNs, which incidentally solve other problems, such as QOS.

Re:What about SNOM? (3, Funny)

glitch! (57276) | more than 12 years ago | (#3709949)

"Hey, Pinkie! Are you pondering what I'm pondering?"

"Well, I think so, Brain. But how can we launch a VoIP phone directory with just a couple of servers and a database? I mean (NARF!) even before we add the public key fingerprints and web-of-trust links, we are talking about gigabytes! And we're just a couple of mice!"

Re:What about SNOM? (-1)

cb0y (311811) | more than 12 years ago | (#3710084)

These sort of requirements should have been on the top10 design spec in the first meeting.

All comms should have encryptiom, ie, all email,chat clients.

Re:What about SNOM? (0)

Anonymous Coward | more than 12 years ago | (#3710078)

Who sells them in the US?

Phone companies had 50+ years to become efficient (1, Insightful)

Anonymous Coward | more than 12 years ago | (#3709764)

But I'm still coughing up $20/month for basic phone service. That's $240/year folks. And where's that $240 going? Maintenance? I'll enjoy seeing these fat dinosaurs be replaced by VOIP.

I had done it several dozen times prior (-1)

mobydill (218466) | more than 12 years ago | (#3709803)

The urge had never come so quickly and
uniquely on impulse.

It could have been one of many factors, but this particular young man caught
my eye. It was perhaps the flashy bright orange down vest he was sporting,
designer jeans, the backwards baseball cap that read 'Lions' which he wore,
or possibly the dirty blonde color of his short hairstyle in combination
with a clean shaven jowl. Precisely at the moment I had decided to pay the
tab on my Guest Check which read '$0.98 - Coffee' did I notice him across the
crowded late night diner with several compatriots, all appearing to be in
their early twenties. I left two dollars under the empty coffee mug, and
waited outside for the group to finish up.

11:43PM.

I lit up a Dutch Master's cigarillo and waited.

12:11AM.
They emerged from the establishment. "Dude, we're going to party SO
hard tonight yeah! You can drink now buddy!" loudly remarked one of the
young man's larger acquaintances. A tall attractive young brunette female
friend chimed in with "Todd, we're taking you to Synergy! YEAH!" They all
participated in a collaborative and somewhat haphazardly group embrace. I
followed at a brisk and delicate pace as to not attract attention to myself
with my black knee-length raincoat fully buttoned. Interesting, a twenty-
first birthday celebration. I could not help but become more intrigued as
the group, centered around 'Todd' tread down several city blocks. Warm
exhalings from the group were clearly visible in the crisp winter night air;
they began piling into a mid-block building entrance. Having a one block
distance on the group ensured that I was not noticed. I followed them inside
as soon as I arrived at the entrance.

The glass door read 'Synergy - Discotheque" and I entered only to find the
entrance queue. It was completely empty. Todd and his cronies had already
made it past the bouncer at the front of the queue. The large gutted bouncer
asked for my ID, and I obviously complied and was allowed entrance to the
main area, roughly the size of a small aircraft hangar pumping loud with
hard trance beats. Legions upon legions of infantile young adults, some with
pacifiers were dancing in the area, most probably gained underage entry with
a fake ID. Todd's orange vest still clearly visible. I proceeded to the front
left corner of the club where there were tables and ordered a gin and
tonic, continuing to stare out onto the dance area. Perhaps two, maybe two
and one half hours had elapsed when my opportunity was presented to me on a
silver platter. It was clear that Todd was on a line of action to the left
rear corner bathrooms, soaking in sweat.

2:23AM. Inception.

With much haste and finesse, I made my way to the rear of the club as well,
entering the restroom moments prior to Todd. I deceptively pretended to
straighten my appearance in the mirror, as three young men left the
bathroom, only Todd and I remained. Hard trance beats were muffled but still
quite loud. With much guile, I was able to lock the bolt on the restroom
door, entrapping my newest curiosity without his knowledge. Standing at the
urinal, I exerted a strike of quick and brute force to Todd's temple. Todd
fell unconsciously, still pissing all over his jeans. I dragged his limp body
about twenty meters to the corner of the standard handicapped toilet stall,
and propped him up in that corner.

2:24AM. Intended consequences.

Peaceful. Unconscious. Todd reeks of Brut and Old Spice. I stared at him for
some moments with serenity. I had several options at this point. I could
have splashed a baseball cap full of chilled toilet water on his face to
revive him. I decided that the risk was not acceptable, as my initial assault
had only left his temple bleeding slightly. I confirmed with myself the
usual method. I unsheathed the concealed skinning knife from my left ankle.
With quick and exacting two flicks of my upper arm, Todd's larynx, just
below the Adam's Apple was cleanly severed. Todd cast a small oval shape of
skin and cartilage from the wound with an abrupt exhale. Todd gazed back in
utter terror with fully dilated green eyes. Intentionally, the jugular was
left intact.

I of course preempted Todd's sudden shocking awakening by plunging the
hooked razor end of the skinning knife into his left shoulder, and torqued
the knife in a counter-clockwise manner by 45 degrees and retracted the
blade from his upper pectoral. Several inches of tendon became lodged in the
razor hook after I brutally tugged the twisted knife from him. All the while,
Todd attempted to scream in agony, only succeeding in expelling several
blood clots from his decimated voice box. Aside from that, Todd had no major
blood loss and continued to force air and blood mist out of the gash in his
neck, creating pleasant, barely audible wet whistling noises.

Stepping forcefully on Todd's new shoulder wound, it was at this time that I
opted to kick Todd several times with my other boot into his solar plexus;
tenderizing the meat so to speak. After putting a latex glove on my left
hand, I prodded the neck wound mercilessly with my index and middle finger.
Todd continued to gasp through the neck wound, but was apparently starting
to have trouble with a small amount of blood clotting at the hole.

2:25AM. Finish the job.

Todd was succumbing to nervous shock. This was the integral and necessary
time to finish off my thesis. I submerged the blade deep into his abdominal
diaphragm with the blade along his body's line of symmetry with several
sawing motions as Todd writhed in utter agony, helpless with his shoulder
wound still pinned under my left foot. Sawing probably a good four inches
under the second stab wound, I jerked and twisted the blade in various
speeds and degrees of forcefulness as Todd's eyes rolled back into his skull.
Whether or not my blade's final quick lunge into the heart was the final end
to his life, it had not phased his crumpled person. Todd is now dead.

2:25:30AM. The cleanup and departure.

Stepping on the shoulder wound had left my boot sole a bloody mess.
Fortunately, this had prevented any significant accumulation of bleeding on
the floor from Todd. I ruthlessly cleaned the sole with the parts of Todd's
orange goose down vest which were still clean. I also wiped the blade clean
on the vest. Because of the liberal size of the handicapped stall, the
atrocity was not noticeable with the stall door closed. So, I propped his
dead body into a sitting position on the toilet, his feet and legs virtually
clean with the exception of some piss stains. I locked the stall from the
inside and crawled under the stall door's gap. I pocketed the latex glove
after rinsing it clean with warm water. Checking the bathroom in triplicate
for potential incriminating evidence yielded nothing else. I unlocked the
bathroom door and fled.

2:27AM. Gin and tonic.

There was some gin and tonic left in my glass. I finished it and left. The
barmaid yelled "LAST CALL!"

Re:Phone companies had 50+ years to become efficie (1)

larry bagina (561269) | more than 12 years ago | (#3709818)

I'm sure there is some equipment and line maintence necessary, but the marginal cost of another telephone line is basically 0.00... the biggest expense is printing and mailing the bill!

However, a recent bill had local charges of $36, long-distance charges of $2.88. And state/federal/fcc/usf charges of $11.36!

a 29% tax rate on a more-or-less necessary service!

Re:Phone companies had 50+ years to become efficie (2, Insightful)

rob-fu (564277) | more than 12 years ago | (#3709890)

Yeah but do you think things will be any different? Who will regulate VoIP when it is ready to replace what we currently have?

Maybe I'm being pessimistic here, but I think that when VoIP is phased in, we may see lower prices but the system will still get the shit taxed out of it. Essentially, the only thing that will change is the technology underlying the means of how we communicate. Then again, that's just my opinion. :)

Sure you will... (2)

Mustang Matt (133426) | more than 12 years ago | (#3710023)

Until you start getting network congestion messages every time you make a call.

Am I imagining things or is net traffic and latency going to be a real serious problem before these can become used abound?

Re:Sure you will... (1)

rob-fu (564277) | more than 12 years ago | (#3710054)

I agree. There was an article here [slashdot.org] on Slashdot that talked about Internet2:

An international team set a new record for Internet performance by transferring the equivalent of an entire compact disc's contents across more than 7608 miles (12,272 km) of network in 13 seconds. The rate of 401 megabits per second achieved in transferring 625 megabytes of data from Fairbanks, Alaska to Amsterdam in the Netherlands is over 8000 times greater than the fastest dial-up modem."

Perhaps that's what it will take for these phones to be suitable for everyday use...

Re:Sure you will... (-1)

YourMissionForToday (556292) | more than 12 years ago | (#3710108)

Sir, I urge you, please stop posting relevant comments to slashdot and make haste in finding some drugs. This is not how you want to spend your weekend.

Re:Sure you will... (-1)

cb0y (311811) | more than 12 years ago | (#3710089)

If they bother using all the fibre they install, it will be fine, but asuaual these fat cats (mafia style) companies will have 50000GIGbit capacity, but only use 40gbit.

Re:Phone companies had 50+ years to become efficie (3, Insightful)

demaria (122790) | more than 12 years ago | (#3710194)

How often does your Internet connection go down? How often does your router or Ethernet switch crash? Do you ever get a guarenteed or consistant data and latency rate?

Now how often do your telephone systems crash? How often does the quality of the call degrade or drop during the call?

Traditional phone systems are consistant, rock solid stable, and can handle a large user base.

Re:Phone companies had 50+ years to become efficie (1)

webloser (154746) | more than 12 years ago | (#3710266)

actually I have recieved the recorded message saying that all the lines were busy several times. Granted the phone companies network is more stable than my isp's, but the phone company has been around longer.

I had done it several dozen times prior (-1)

mobydill (218466) | more than 12 years ago | (#3709768)

The urge had never come so quickly and uniquely on impulse.

It could have been one of many factors, but this particular young man caught
my eye. It was perhaps the flashy bright orange down vest he was sporting,
designer jeans, the backwards baseball cap that read 'Lions' which he wore,
or possibly the dirty blonde color of his short hairstyle in combination
with a clean shaven jowl. Precisely at the moment I had decided to pay the
tab on my Guest Check which read '$0.98 - Coffee' did I notice him across the
crowded late night diner with several compatriots, all appearing to be in
their early twenties. I left two dollars under the empty coffee mug, and
waited outside for the group to finish up.

11:43PM.

I lit up a Dutch Master's cigarillo and waited.

12:11AM.

They emerged from the establishment. "Dude, we're going to party SO
hard tonight yeah! You can drink now buddy!" loudly remarked one of the
young man's larger acquaintances. A tall attractive young brunette female
friend chimed in with "Todd, we're taking you to Synergy! YEAH!" They all
participated in a collaborative and somewhat haphazardly group embrace. I
followed at a brisk and delicate pace as to not attract attention to myself
with my black knee-length raincoat fully buttoned. Interesting, a twenty-
first birthday celebration. I could not help but become more intrigued as
the group, centered around 'Todd' tread down several city blocks. Warm
exhalings from the group were clearly visible in the crisp winter night air;
they began piling into a mid-block building entrance. Having a one block
distance on the group ensured that I was not noticed. I followed them inside
as soon as I arrived at the entrance.

The glass door read 'Synergy - Discotheque" and I entered only to find the
entrance queue. It was completely empty. Todd and his cronies had already
made it past the bouncer at the front of the queue. The large gutted bouncer
asked for my ID, and I obviously complied and was allowed entrance to the
main area, roughly the size of a small aircraft hangar pumping loud with
hard trance beats. Legions upon legions of infantile young adults, some with
pacifiers were dancing in the area, most probably gained underage entry with
a fake ID. Todd's orange vest still clearly visible. I proceeded to the front
left corner of the club where there were tables and ordered a gin and
tonic, continuing to stare out onto the dance area. Perhaps two, maybe two
and one half hours had elapsed when my opportunity was presented to me on a
silver platter. It was clear that Todd was on a line of action to the left
rear corner bathrooms, soaking in sweat.

2:23AM. Inception.

With much haste and finesse, I made my way to the rear of the club as well,
entering the restroom moments prior to Todd. I deceptively pretended to
straighten my appearance in the mirror, as three young men left the
bathroom, only Todd and I remained. Hard trance beats were muffled but still
quite loud. With much guile, I was able to lock the bolt on the restroom
door, entrapping my newest curiosity without his knowledge. Standing at the
urinal, I exerted a strike of quick and brute force to Todd's temple. Todd
fell unconsciously, still pissing all over his jeans. I dragged his limp body
about twenty meters to the corner of the standard handicapped toilet stall,
and propped him up in that corner.

2:24AM. Intended consequences.

Peaceful. Unconscious. Todd reeks of Brut and Old Spice. I stared at him for
some moments with serenity. I had several options at this point. I could
have splashed a baseball cap full of chilled toilet water on his face to
revive him. I decided that the risk was not acceptable, as my initial assault
had only left his temple bleeding slightly. I confirmed with myself the
usual method. I unsheathed the concealed skinning knife from my left ankle.
With quick and exacting two flicks of my upper arm, Todd's larynx, just
below the Adam's Apple was cleanly severed. Todd cast a small oval shape of
skin and cartilage from the wound with an abrupt exhale. Todd gazed back in
utter terror with fully dilated green eyes. Intentionally, the jugular was
left intact.

I of course preempted Todd's sudden shocking awakening by plunging the
hooked razor end of the skinning knife into his left shoulder, and torqued
the knife in a counter-clockwise manner by 45 degrees and retracted the
blade from his upper pectoral. Several inches of tendon became lodged in the
razor hook after I brutally tugged the twisted knife from him. All the while,
Todd attempted to scream in agony, only succeeding in expelling several
blood clots from his decimated voice box. Aside from that, Todd had no major
blood loss and continued to force air and blood mist out of the gash in his
neck, creating pleasant, barely audible wet whistling noises.

Stepping forcefully on Todd's new shoulder wound, it was at this time that I
opted to kick Todd several times with my other boot into his solar plexus;
tenderizing the meat so to speak. After putting a latex glove on my left
hand, I prodded the neck wound mercilessly with my index and middle finger.
Todd continued to gasp through the neck wound, but was apparently starting
to have trouble with a small amount of blood clotting at the hole.

2:25AM. Finish the job.

Todd was succumbing to nervous shock. This was the integral and necessary
time to finish off my thesis. I submerged the blade deep into his abdominal
diaphragm with the blade along his body's line of symmetry with several
sawing motions as Todd writhed in utter agony, helpless with his shoulder
wound still pinned under my left foot. Sawing probably a good four inches
under the second stab wound, I jerked and twisted the blade in various
speeds and degrees of forcefulness as Todd's eyes rolled back into his skull.
Whether or not my blade's final quick lunge into the heart was the final end
to his life, it had not phased his crumpled person. Todd is now dead.

2:25:30AM. The cleanup and departure.

Stepping on the shoulder wound had left my boot sole a bloody mess.
Fortunately, this had prevented any significant accumulation of bleeding on
the floor from Todd. I ruthlessly cleaned the sole with the parts of Todd's
orange goose down vest which were still clean. I also wiped the blade clean
on the vest. Because of the liberal size of the handicapped stall, the
atrocity was not noticeable with the stall door closed. So, I propped his
dead body into a sitting position on the toilet, his feet and legs virtually
clean with the exception of some piss stains. I locked the stall from the
inside and crawled under the stall door's gap. I pocketed the latex glove
after rinsing it clean with warm water. Checking the bathroom in triplicate
for potential incriminating evidence yielded nothing else. I unlocked the
bathroom door and fled.

2:27AM. Gin and tonic.

There was some gin and tonic left in my glass. I finished it and left. The
barmaid yelled "LAST CALL!"

Xeyes (3, Funny)

exceed (518714) | more than 12 years ago | (#3709770)

They just -had- to include the Xeyes in the screenshot.

Re:Xeyes (1)

lingqi (577227) | more than 12 years ago | (#3709867)

Heh... you know they were probabbly using it the whole time:

notie how tiny and dark lookin' the screens were? i bet it's a pain in the neck trying to find the cursor on those phones!

Re:Xeyes (2, Funny)

Joe Kellner (585796) | more than 12 years ago | (#3709882)

Of course, xeyes is the industry standard important killer app for X.

Turns a PDA into a cell phone... (1)

Knife_Edge (582068) | more than 12 years ago | (#3709778)

The setup (on a StrongARM system) is well suited for PDA (iPAQ) or wearable environments as well."

But can it turn a cell phone into a PDA?

What about a Beowulf cluster? (-1, Offtopic)

Anonymous Coward | more than 12 years ago | (#3709781)

First Beowulf cluster post!!!

How do I use one of these? (1)

Flarb (582881) | more than 12 years ago | (#3709783)

How would I go about replacing my regular land line with VOIP? Do I have to sign up with a VOIP phone service provider? I've looked at all of these pages, but none of them actually tell you how to use them.

Re:How do I use one of these? (1, Informative)

Anonymous Coward | more than 12 years ago | (#3709809)

Anything that supports IP which mean ethernet fiber including the internet. It is really not much different than streaming video but you can't take advantage of buffering and must be real time so it is UDP and it does an unrealable packet sequencing on top of UDP which is able to tolerate the loss aof a few packets here and there.

Re: i want en ethernet phone? (-1)

cb0y (311811) | more than 12 years ago | (#3710104)

That I can plugin, and tell the ISP/Telco (in this case the same company) to just re-route the traditional phone# over voip via my cable to my phone.

Oh and for $0/month since im already paying cable.

Oh and btw, i wish it was illegal to charge, *PER MONTH* for no service. Im sick of 20% of charges being fixed per month.

Re:How do I use one of these? (1)

morph3ous (585385) | more than 12 years ago | (#3710181)

If you guys do work on the interface for the phones at your company, then it would be great if you could release your mods ala open source for all of us out here.

Hey now (-1, Offtopic)

Anonymous Coward | more than 12 years ago | (#3709784)

The first post is mine I say so get out of my way you will die blah blah obbdiddly do. I am the king oh yes I am the king back up off me I rule the economics of a stoppard. Oh man.

MODERATORS SUCK DONKEY BIZZALLS!! (-1, Offtopic)

Anonymous Coward | more than 12 years ago | (#3709972)

The moderators here are like so on like, crack or something, that they should all be castrated.

Re:MODERATORS SUCK DONKEY BIZZALLS!! (-1, Offtopic)

DopeThrone (585075) | more than 12 years ago | (#3710006)

"THAT THEY SHOULD BE CASTRATED o i should castrate you for badgrammar hoe

Re:MODERATORS SUCK DONKEY BIZZALLS!! (0)

Anonymous Coward | more than 12 years ago | (#3710033)

like

One step closer... (3, Interesting)

Justen (517232) | more than 12 years ago | (#3709802)

The company I work for has been looking at VoIP for several months now. Since we have several offices across the country, it would be very advantageous, technologically, for us to use VoIP for the end-user phones, rather than the hodge-podge of systems we use today.

Unfortunately, the prohibiting factor has been the cost of the phones themselves. The cost for an actual system is within reason, but some VoIP telephones run into the $700 range.

At this pricepoint, it seems much more affordable and reasonable. And while the GUI would need work to make it dummy-friendly, we have no shortage of graphics designers and programmers who could make that work.

One step closer to VoIP from beginning to end makes me happy. And I know it'd make our CFO happy, too. =)

jrbd

I had done it several dozen times prior (-1)

mobydill (218466) | more than 12 years ago | (#3709811)

The urge had never come so quickly and
uniquely on impulse.

It could have been one of many factors, but this particular young man caught
my eye. It was perhaps the flashy bright orange down vest he was sporting,
designer jeans, the backwards baseball cap that read 'Lions' which he wore,
or possibly the dirty blonde color of his short hairstyle in combination
with a clean shaven jowl. Precisely at the moment I had decided to pay the
tab on my Guest Check which read '$0.98 - Coffee' did I notice him across the
crowded late night diner with several compatriots, all appearing to be in
their early twenties. I left two dollars under the empty coffee mug, and
waited outside for the group to finish up.

11:43PM. I lit up a Dutch Master's cigarillo and waited.

12:11AM. They emerged from the establishment. "Dude, we're going to party SO
hard tonight yeah! You can drink now buddy!" loudly remarked one of the
young man's larger acquaintances. A tall attractive young brunette female
friend chimed in with "Todd, we're taking you to Synergy! YEAH!" They all
participated in a collaborative and somewhat haphazardly group embrace. I
followed at a brisk and delicate pace as to not attract attention to myself
with my black knee-length raincoat fully buttoned. Interesting, a twenty-
first birthday celebration. I could not help but become more intrigued as
the group, centered around 'Todd' tread down several city blocks. Warm
exhalings from the group were clearly visible in the crisp winter night air;
they began piling into a mid-block building entrance. Having a one block
distance on the group ensured that I was not noticed. I followed them inside
as soon as I arrived at the entrance.

The glass door read 'Synergy - Discotheque" and I entered only to find the
entrance queue. It was completely empty. Todd and his cronies had already
made it past the bouncer at the front of the queue. The large gutted bouncer
asked for my ID, and I obviously complied and was allowed entrance to the
main area, roughly the size of a small aircraft hangar pumping loud with
hard trance beats. Legions upon legions of infantile young adults, some with
pacifiers were dancing in the area, most probably gained underage entry with
a fake ID. Todd's orange vest still clearly visible. I proceeded to the front
left corner of the club where there were tables and ordered a gin and
tonic, continuing to stare out onto the dance area. Perhaps two, maybe two
and one half hours had elapsed when my opportunity was presented to me on a
silver platter. It was clear that Todd was on a line of action to the left
rear corner bathrooms, soaking in sweat.

2:23AM. Inception.

With much haste and finesse, I made my way to the rear of the club as well,
entering the restroom moments prior to Todd. I deceptively pretended to
straighten my appearance in the mirror, as three young men left the
bathroom, only Todd and I remained. Hard trance beats were muffled but still
quite loud. With much guile, I was able to lock the bolt on the restroom
door, entrapping my newest curiosity without his knowledge. Standing at the
urinal, I exerted a strike of quick and brute force to Todd's temple. Todd
fell unconsciously, still pissing all over his jeans. I dragged his limp body
about twenty meters to the corner of the standard handicapped toilet stall,
and propped him up in that corner.

2:24AM. Intended consequences.

Peaceful. Unconscious. Todd reeks of Brut and Old Spice. I stared at him for
some moments with serenity. I had several options at this point. I could
have splashed a baseball cap full of chilled toilet water on his face to
revive him. I decided that the risk was not acceptable, as my initial assault
had only left his temple bleeding slightly. I confirmed with myself the
usual method. I unsheathed the concealed skinning knife from my left ankle.
With quick and exacting two flicks of my upper arm, Todd's larynx, just
below the Adam's Apple was cleanly severed. Todd cast a small oval shape of
skin and cartilage from the wound with an abrupt exhale. Todd gazed back in
utter terror with fully dilated green eyes. Intentionally, the jugular was
left intact.

I of course preempted Todd's sudden shocking awakening by plunging the
hooked razor end of the skinning knife into his left shoulder, and torqued
the knife in a counter-clockwise manner by 45 degrees and retracted the
blade from his upper pectoral. Several inches of tendon became lodged in the
razor hook after I brutally tugged the twisted knife from him. All the while,
Todd attempted to scream in agony, only succeeding in expelling several
blood clots from his decimated voice box. Aside from that, Todd had no major
blood loss and continued to force air and blood mist out of the gash in his
neck, creating pleasant, barely audible wet whistling noises.

Stepping forcefully on Todd's new shoulder wound, it was at this time that I
opted to kick Todd several times with my other boot into his solar plexus;
tenderizing the meat so to speak. After putting a latex glove on my left
hand, I prodded the neck wound mercilessly with my index and middle finger.
Todd continued to gasp through the neck wound, but was apparently starting
to have trouble with a small amount of blood clotting at the hole.

2:25AM. Finish the job.

Todd was succumbing to nervous shock. This was the integral and necessary
time to finish off my thesis. I submerged the blade deep into his abdominal
diaphragm with the blade along his body's line of symmetry with several
sawing motions as Todd writhed in utter agony, helpless with his shoulder
wound still pinned under my left foot. Sawing probably a good four inches
under the second stab wound, I jerked and twisted the blade in various
speeds and degrees of forcefulness as Todd's eyes rolled back into his skull.
Whether or not my blade's final quick lunge into the heart was the final end
to his life, it had not phased his crumpled person. Todd is now dead.

2:25:30AM. The cleanup and departure.

Stepping on the shoulder wound had left my boot sole a bloody mess.
Fortunately, this had prevented any significant accumulation of bleeding on
the floor from Todd. I ruthlessly cleaned the sole with the parts of Todd's
orange goose down vest which were still clean. I also wiped the blade clean
on the vest. Because of the liberal size of the handicapped stall, the
atrocity was not noticeable with the stall door closed. So, I propped his
dead body into a sitting position on the toilet, his feet and legs virtually
clean with the exception of some piss stains. I locked the stall from the
inside and crawled under the stall door's gap. I pocketed the latex glove
after rinsing it clean with warm water. Checking the bathroom in triplicate
for potential incriminating evidence yielded nothing else. I unlocked the
bathroom door and fled.

2:27AM. Gin and tonic.

There was some gin and tonic left in my glass. I finished it and left. The
barmaid yelled "LAST CALL!"

Re:One step closer... (2)

mosch (204) | more than 12 years ago | (#3709904)

yeah, programmers are famous for making things dummy-friendly, just look at ummm.... uhhh....

never mind.

Wireless is making net phones less relevent. (2, Insightful)

io333 (574963) | more than 12 years ago | (#3709822)

I used to run something like that on the dark side of OSes, but now my cell phone plan is so cheap with practically unlimited nationwide long distance and free roaming, I have *zero* need for such a thing. The only time I could see that it might be useful nowadays is if I were making a lot of overseas calls.

I had done it several dozen times prior (-1)

mobydill (218466) | more than 12 years ago | (#3709848)

The urge had never come so quickly and
uniquely on impulse.

It could have been one of many factors, but this particular young man caught
my eye. It was perhaps the flashy bright orange down vest he was sporting,
designer jeans, the backwards baseball cap that read 'Lions' which he wore,
or possibly the dirty blonde color of his short hairstyle in combination
with a clean shaven jowl. Precisely at the moment I had decided to pay the
tab on my Guest Check which read '$0.98 - Coffee' did I notice him across the
crowded late night diner with several compatriots, all appearing to be in
their early twenties. I left two dollars under the empty coffee mug, and
waited outside for the group to finish up.

11:43PM.

I lit up a Dutch Master's cigarillo and waited.

12:11AM.

They emerged from the establishment. "Dude, we're going to party SO
hard tonight yeah! You can drink now buddy!" loudly remarked one of the
young man's larger acquaintances. A tall attractive young brunette female
friend chimed in with "Todd, we're taking you to Synergy! YEAH!" They all
participated in a collaborative and somewhat haphazardly group embrace. I
followed at a brisk and delicate pace as to not attract attention to myself
with my black knee-length raincoat fully buttoned. Interesting, a twenty-
first birthday celebration. I could not help but become more intrigued as
the group, centered around 'Todd' tread down several city blocks. Warm
exhalings from the group were clearly visible in the crisp winter night air;
they began piling into a mid-block building entrance. Having a one block
distance on the group ensured that I was not noticed. I followed them inside
as soon as I arrived at the entrance.

The glass door read 'Synergy - Discotheque" and I entered only to find the
entrance queue. It was completely empty. Todd and his cronies had already
made it past the bouncer at the front of the queue. The large gutted bouncer
asked for my ID, and I obviously complied and was allowed entrance to the
main area, roughly the size of a small aircraft hangar pumping loud with
hard trance beats. Legions upon legions of infantile young adults, some with
pacifiers were dancing in the area, most probably gained underage entry with
a fake ID. Todd's orange vest still clearly visible. I proceeded to the front
left corner of the club where there were tables and ordered a gin and
tonic, continuing to stare out onto the dance area. Perhaps two, maybe two
and one half hours had elapsed when my opportunity was presented to me on a
silver platter. It was clear that Todd was on a line of action to the left
rear corner bathrooms, soaking in sweat.

2:23AM. Inception.

With much haste and finesse, I made my way to the rear of the club as well,
entering the restroom moments prior to Todd. I deceptively pretended to
straighten my appearance in the mirror, as three young men left the
bathroom, only Todd and I remained. Hard trance beats were muffled but still
quite loud. With much guile, I was able to lock the bolt on the restroom
door, entrapping my newest curiosity without his knowledge. Standing at the
urinal, I exerted a strike of quick and brute force to Todd's temple. Todd
fell unconsciously, still pissing all over his jeans. I dragged his limp body
about twenty meters to the corner of the standard handicapped toilet stall,
and propped him up in that corner.

2:24AM. Intended consequences.

Peaceful. Unconscious. Todd reeks of Brut and Old Spice. I stared at him for
some moments with serenity. I had several options at this point. I could
have splashed a baseball cap full of chilled toilet water on his face to
revive him. I decided that the risk was not acceptable, as my initial assault
had only left his temple bleeding slightly. I confirmed with myself the
usual method. I unsheathed the concealed skinning knife from my left ankle.
With quick and exacting two flicks of my upper arm, Todd's larynx, just
below the Adam's Apple was cleanly severed. Todd cast a small oval shape of
skin and cartilage from the wound with an abrupt exhale. Todd gazed back in
utter terror with fully dilated green eyes. Intentionally, the jugular was
left intact.

I of course preempted Todd's sudden shocking awakening by plunging the
hooked razor end of the skinning knife into his left shoulder, and torqued
the knife in a counter-clockwise manner by 45 degrees and retracted the
blade from his upper pectoral. Several inches of tendon became lodged in the
razor hook after I brutally tugged the twisted knife from him. All the while,
Todd attempted to scream in agony, only succeeding in expelling several
blood clots from his decimated voice box. Aside from that, Todd had no major
blood loss and continued to force air and blood mist out of the gash in his
neck, creating pleasant, barely audible wet whistling noises.

Stepping forcefully on Todd's new shoulder wound, it was at this time that I
opted to kick Todd several times with my other boot into his solar plexus;
tenderizing the meat so to speak. After putting a latex glove on my left
hand, I prodded the neck wound mercilessly with my index and middle finger.
Todd continued to gasp through the neck wound, but was apparently starting
to have trouble with a small amount of blood clotting at the hole.

2:25AM. Finish the job.

Todd was succumbing to nervous shock. This was the integral and necessary
time to finish off my thesis. I submerged the blade deep into his abdominal
diaphragm with the blade along his body's line of symmetry with several
sawing motions as Todd writhed in utter agony, helpless with his shoulder
wound still pinned under my left foot. Sawing probably a good four inches
under the second stab wound, I jerked and twisted the blade in various
speeds and degrees of forcefulness as Todd's eyes rolled back into his skull.
Whether or not my blade's final quick lunge into the heart was the final end
to his life, it had not phased his crumpled person. Todd is now dead.

2:25:30AM. The cleanup and departure.

Stepping on the shoulder wound had left my boot sole a bloody mess.
Fortunately, this had prevented any significant accumulation of bleeding on
the floor from Todd. I ruthlessly cleaned the sole with the parts of Todd's
orange goose down vest which were still clean. I also wiped the blade clean
on the vest. Because of the liberal size of the handicapped stall, the
atrocity was not noticeable with the stall door closed. So, I propped his
dead body into a sitting position on the toilet, his feet and legs virtually
clean with the exception of some piss stains. I locked the stall from the
inside and crawled under the stall door's gap. I pocketed the latex glove
after rinsing it clean with warm water. Checking the bathroom in triplicate
for potential incriminating evidence yielded nothing else. I unlocked the
bathroom door and fled.

2:27AM. Gin and tonic.

There was some gin and tonic left in my glass. I finished it and left. The
barmaid yelled "LAST CALL!"

Re:Wireless is making net phones less relevent. (1)

dinodriver (577264) | more than 12 years ago | (#3709916)

Very good point. I pay $50 a month to AT&T and I can make 600 peak minutes, unlimited nights and weekends, and free longdistance anytime. This covers any use I have for a phone and if weren't for occasionally needing the fax machine and to make international calls, I'd even cancel my land line service and use the cell exclusively.

Voice over IP would be great for international calls though. I can't even place an overseas call from the cell.

Re: ironically mobiles can be cheaper (-1)

cb0y (311811) | more than 12 years ago | (#3710119)

Like here, we get charged the same rate for international on a mobile as landline.

Often making an international call to USA at (22/c per min) is cheaper than calling a local landline at 36c/min.

Pathetic isnt it????

Personally I just hate the fixed $19.40 / month fee, if that including $19.40 worth of calls then I wouldnt mind but other wise add voicmail/callerid and other charges and taxes, and upto 50% of the quarterly bill is fixed fees not including any calls.

Civil rights restored? (3, Funny)

heretic108 (454817) | more than 12 years ago | (#3709825)

Just mix in a few 1000 digit primes.
Chop fish into 128 pieces, add and blow.
Simmer and stir, and allow 1-3 secs for CPU to cool.
Talk when done.

Re:Civil rights restored? (0)

Anonymous Coward | more than 12 years ago | (#3710001)

ok guys.. have 20 seconds to kill... ja... great idea... didn't take 20 seconds to type this..

Why so low market penetration? (3, Interesting)

peterdaly (123554) | more than 12 years ago | (#3709838)

I do not understand why IP phones
a) have so low market penetration
b) cost so much
-- I know part of the problem with a is b.

What I think really is needed is a low cost, high quality server system for one of these systems. Based on what little research I have done, it costs almost as much, if not more, for hardware for a small office system as it would to get a real small PBX like phone system.

I don't think a phone really needs a 9" LCD screen, or whatever was in the screen shot, but the "Java Phone" from the other company has a screen size perfect for the company phone directory. That I think could be the "killer app" for these things.

Anyway, anyone know of low cost PBX software (if that is even what is is called in the IP phone world)? Open Source, under a BSD like license would be cool, and lower the barrier to market entry for companies wanting to roll a system like this out. Of course, cards to hook up to a POTS connection would also be needed. Voicemail over the web, via shoutcast or something would rock. I havn't listened to my voicemail at work in 3 months. With a better interface, I may stop refusing to use it.

-Pete

Open source IP PBX software (3, Informative)

Wesley Felter (138342) | more than 12 years ago | (#3709856)

Asterisk [asteriskpbx.com]

VOCAL [vovida.org]

I had done it several dozen times prior (-1)

mobydill (218466) | more than 12 years ago | (#3709861)


The urge had never come so quickly and
uniquely on impulse.

It could have been one of many factors, but this particular young man caught
my eye. It was perhaps the flashy bright orange down vest he was sporting,
designer jeans, the backwards baseball cap that read 'Lions' which he wore,
or possibly the dirty blonde color of his short hairstyle in combination
with a clean shaven jowl. Precisely at the moment I had decided to pay the
tab on my Guest Check which read '$0.98 - Coffee' did I notice him across the
crowded late night diner with several compatriots, all appearing to be in
their early twenties. I left two dollars under the empty coffee mug, and
waited outside for the group to finish up.

11:43PM.

I lit up a Dutch Master's cigarillo and waited.

12:11AM.

They emerged from the establishment. "Dude, we're going to party SO
hard tonight yeah! You can drink now buddy!" loudly remarked one of the
young man's larger acquaintances. A tall attractive young brunette female
friend chimed in with "Todd, we're taking you to Synergy! YEAH!" They all
participated in a collaborative and somewhat haphazardly group embrace. I
followed at a brisk and delicate pace as to not attract attention to myself
with my black knee-length raincoat fully buttoned. Interesting, a twenty-
first birthday celebration. I could not help but become more intrigued as
the group, centered around 'Todd' tread down several city blocks. Warm
exhalings from the group were clearly visible in the crisp winter night air;
they began piling into a mid-block building entrance. Having a one block
distance on the group ensured that I was not noticed. I followed them inside
as soon as I arrived at the entrance.

The glass door read 'Synergy - Discotheque" and I entered only to find the
entrance queue. It was completely empty. Todd and his cronies had already
made it past the bouncer at the front of the queue. The large gutted bouncer
asked for my ID, and I obviously complied and was allowed entrance to the
main area, roughly the size of a small aircraft hangar pumping loud with
hard trance beats. Legions upon legions of infantile young adults, some with
pacifiers were dancing in the area, most probably gained underage entry with
a fake ID. Todd's orange vest still clearly visible. I proceeded to the front
left corner of the club where there were tables and ordered a gin and
tonic, continuing to stare out onto the dance area. Perhaps two, maybe two
and one half hours had elapsed when my opportunity was presented to me on a
silver platter. It was clear that Todd was on a line of action to the left
rear corner bathrooms, soaking in sweat.

2:23AM. Inception.

With much haste and finesse, I made my way to the rear of the club as well,
entering the restroom moments prior to Todd. I deceptively pretended to
straighten my appearance in the mirror, as three young men left the
bathroom, only Todd and I remained. Hard trance beats were muffled but still
quite loud. With much guile, I was able to lock the bolt on the restroom
door, entrapping my newest curiosity without his knowledge. Standing at the
urinal, I exerted a strike of quick and brute force to Todd's temple. Todd
fell unconsciously, still pissing all over his jeans. I dragged his limp body
about twenty meters to the corner of the standard handicapped toilet stall,
and propped him up in that corner.

2:24AM. Intended consequences.

Peaceful. Unconscious. Todd reeks of Brut and Old Spice. I stared at him for
some moments with serenity. I had several options at this point. I could
have splashed a baseball cap full of chilled toilet water on his face to
revive him. I decided that the risk was not acceptable, as my initial assault
had only left his temple bleeding slightly. I confirmed with myself the
usual method. I unsheathed the concealed skinning knife from my left ankle.
With quick and exacting two flicks of my upper arm, Todd's larynx, just
below the Adam's Apple was cleanly severed. Todd cast a small oval shape of
skin and cartilage from the wound with an abrupt exhale. Todd gazed back in
utter terror with fully dilated green eyes. Intentionally, the jugular was
left intact.

I of course preempted Todd's sudden shocking awakening by plunging the
hooked razor end of the skinning knife into his left shoulder, and torqued
the knife in a counter-clockwise manner by 45 degrees and retracted the
blade from his upper pectoral. Several inches of tendon became lodged in the
razor hook after I brutally tugged the twisted knife from him. All the while,
Todd attempted to scream in agony, only succeeding in expelling several
blood clots from his decimated voice box. Aside from that, Todd had no major
blood loss and continued to force air and blood mist out of the gash in his
neck, creating pleasant, barely audible wet whistling noises.

Stepping forcefully on Todd's new shoulder wound, it was at this time that I
opted to kick Todd several times with my other boot into his solar plexus;
tenderizing the meat so to speak. After putting a latex glove on my left
hand, I prodded the neck wound mercilessly with my index and middle finger.
Todd continued to gasp through the neck wound, but was apparently starting
to have trouble with a small amount of blood clotting at the hole.

2:25AM. Finish the job.

Todd was succumbing to nervous shock. This was the integral and necessary
time to finish off my thesis. I submerged the blade deep into his abdominal
diaphragm with the blade along his body's line of symmetry with several
sawing motions as Todd writhed in utter agony, helpless with his shoulder
wound still pinned under my left foot. Sawing probably a good four inches
under the second stab wound, I jerked and twisted the blade in various
speeds and degrees of forcefulness as Todd's eyes rolled back into his skull.
Whether or not my blade's final quick lunge into the heart was the final end
to his life, it had not phased his crumpled person. Todd is now dead.

2:25:30AM. The cleanup and departure.

Stepping on the shoulder wound had left my boot sole a bloody mess.
Fortunately, this had prevented any significant accumulation of bleeding on
the floor from Todd. I ruthlessly cleaned the sole with the parts of Todd's
orange goose down vest which were still clean. I also wiped the blade clean
on the vest. Because of the liberal size of the handicapped stall, the
atrocity was not noticeable with the stall door closed. So, I propped his
dead body into a sitting position on the toilet, his feet and legs virtually
clean with the exception of some piss stains. I locked the stall from the
inside and crawled under the stall door's gap. I pocketed the latex glove
after rinsing it clean with warm water. Checking the bathroom in triplicate
for potential incriminating evidence yielded nothing else. I unlocked the
bathroom door and fled.

2:27AM. Gin and tonic.

There was some gin and tonic left in my glass. I finished it and left. The
barmaid yelled "LAST CALL!"

Re:Why so low market penetration? (0)

Anonymous Coward | more than 12 years ago | (#3709864)

you are correct.

for now, it's only cost effective if you are rolling out hundreds or thousands of phones.

and you really need to couple with it cabling costs etc.

so if you are building a new office building, and are going to need 500 phones or more...it's definitely worth something looking at.

i'm sure this will be changing soon though, as the topic of the article already suggests much progress is being made.

still have a ways to go..but not far..i imagine.

Re:Why so low market penetration? (2, Funny)

PacoTaco (577292) | more than 12 years ago | (#3709984)

I do not understand why IP phones
a) have so low market penetration

All of those Netware users are still waiting for VoIPX.

Re:Why so low market penetration? (3, Funny)

rjch (544288) | more than 12 years ago | (#3710048)

Unfortunately, the reason is all too clear.

a) VoIP phones have such a low market penetration because...
b) VoIP phones cost so much because...
a) VoIP phones have such a low market penetration because...
b) VoIP phones cost so much because...
a) VoIP phones have such a low market penetration because...
b) VoIP phones cost so much because...
a) VoIP phones have such a low market penetration because...
b) VoIP phones cost so much because...

...and so on and so forth...

Re:Why so low market penetration? (1)

Curt Cox (199406) | more than 12 years ago | (#3710053)

but the "Java Phone" from the other company


Could you provide a URL, or at least a product name for that?

The next step (4, Interesting)

FueledByRamen (581784) | more than 12 years ago | (#3709884)

This is fine for intraoffice communication, but what about the real world? I think that a solution for connection VoIP -> POTS could be easy, with a little knowledge of Linux drivers.

Get an older box (P2 400 or so), with plenty of PCI slots, and preferrably an onboard NIC also. Get some Winmodems equal to the # of pci slots.

WinModems, even in all of their Microsoft-sponsored godless evil towards open source platforms, are basically A/D and D/A converters hooked to a phone jack. It should be relatively simple to talk (no pun intended) to them in software and use one as an interface to POTS. It has all of the neccesary hardware, and writing a sound driver for it shouldn't be too difficult. A brand of WinModem with fairly standard hardware could be decided on by the implementer, and drivers written for that. (Winmodems? Standard? ...)

Client software with available source code could be modified to use those, as well as control the phone-line functions. Just run an instance per WinModem.

Honestly, I think that this could work, and it would be a great hack to accomplish. Anyone fancy a go at it?

I had done it several dozen times prior (-1)

mobydill (218466) | more than 12 years ago | (#3709898)

The urge had never come so quickly and
uniquely on impulse.

It could have been one of many factors, but this particular young man caught
my eye. It was perhaps the flashy bright orange down vest he was sporting,
designer jeans, the backwards baseball cap that read 'Lions' which he wore,
or possibly the dirty blonde color of his short hairstyle in combination
with a clean shaven jowl. Precisely at the moment I had decided to pay the
tab on my Guest Check which read '$0.98 - Coffee' did I notice him across the
crowded late night diner with several compatriots, all appearing to be in
their early twenties. I left two dollars under the empty coffee mug, and
waited outside for the group to finish up.

11:43PM.

I lit up a Dutch Master's cigarillo and waited.

12:11AM.

They emerged from the establishment. "Dude, we're going to party SO
hard tonight yeah! You can drink now buddy!" loudly remarked one of the
young man's larger acquaintances. A tall attractive young brunette female
friend chimed in with "Todd, we're taking you to Synergy! YEAH!" They all
participated in a collaborative and somewhat haphazardly group embrace. I
followed at a brisk and delicate pace as to not attract attention to myself
with my black knee-length raincoat fully buttoned. Interesting, a twenty-
first birthday celebration. I could not help but become more intrigued as
the group, centered around 'Todd' tread down several city blocks. Warm
exhalings from the group were clearly visible in the crisp winter night air;
they began piling into a mid-block building entrance. Having a one block
distance on the group ensured that I was not noticed. I followed them inside
as soon as I arrived at the entrance.

The glass door read 'Synergy - Discotheque" and I entered only to find the
entrance queue. It was completely empty. Todd and his cronies had already
made it past the bouncer at the front of the queue. The large gutted bouncer
asked for my ID, and I obviously complied and was allowed entrance to the
main area, roughly the size of a small aircraft hangar pumping loud with
hard trance beats. Legions upon legions of infantile young adults, some with
pacifiers were dancing in the area, most probably gained underage entry with
a fake ID. Todd's orange vest still clearly visible. I proceeded to the front
left corner of the club where there were tables and ordered a gin and
tonic, continuing to stare out onto the dance area. Perhaps two, maybe two
and one half hours had elapsed when my opportunity was presented to me on a
silver platter. It was clear that Todd was on a line of action to the left
rear corner bathrooms, soaking in sweat.

2:23AM. Inception.

With much haste and finesse, I made my way to the rear of the club as well,
entering the restroom moments prior to Todd. I deceptively pretended to
straighten my appearance in the mirror, as three young men left the
bathroom, only Todd and I remained. Hard trance beats were muffled but still
quite loud. With much guile, I was able to lock the bolt on the restroom
door, entrapping my newest curiosity without his knowledge. Standing at the
urinal, I exerted a strike of quick and brute force to Todd's temple. Todd
fell unconsciously, still pissing all over his jeans. I dragged his limp body
about twenty meters to the corner of the standard handicapped toilet stall,
and propped him up in that corner.

2:24AM. Intended consequences.

Peaceful. Unconscious. Todd reeks of Brut and Old Spice. I stared at him for
some moments with serenity. I had several options at this point. I could
have splashed a baseball cap full of chilled toilet water on his face to
revive him. I decided that the risk was not acceptable, as my initial assault
had only left his temple bleeding slightly. I confirmed with myself the
usual method. I unsheathed the concealed skinning knife from my left ankle.
With quick and exacting two flicks of my upper arm, Todd's larynx, just
below the Adam's Apple was cleanly severed. Todd cast a small oval shape of
skin and cartilage from the wound with an abrupt exhale. Todd gazed back in
utter terror with fully dilated green eyes. Intentionally, the jugular was
left intact.

I of course preempted Todd's sudden shocking awakening by plunging the
hooked razor end of the skinning knife into his left shoulder, and torqued
the knife in a counter-clockwise manner by 45 degrees and retracted the
blade from his upper pectoral. Several inches of tendon became lodged in the
razor hook after I brutally tugged the twisted knife from him. All the while,
Todd attempted to scream in agony, only succeeding in expelling several
blood clots from his decimated voice box. Aside from that, Todd had no major
blood loss and continued to force air and blood mist out of the gash in his
neck, creating pleasant, barely audible wet whistling noises.

Stepping forcefully on Todd's new shoulder wound, it was at this time that I
opted to kick Todd several times with my other boot into his solar plexus;
tenderizing the meat so to speak. After putting a latex glove on my left
hand, I prodded the neck wound mercilessly with my index and middle finger.
Todd continued to gasp through the neck wound, but was apparently starting
to have trouble with a small amount of blood clotting at the hole.

2:25AM. Finish the job.

Todd was succumbing to nervous shock. This was the integral and necessary
time to finish off my thesis. I submerged the blade deep into his abdominal
diaphragm with the blade along his body's line of symmetry with several
sawing motions as Todd writhed in utter agony, helpless with his shoulder
wound still pinned under my left foot. Sawing probably a good four inches
under the second stab wound, I jerked and twisted the blade in various
speeds and degrees of forcefulness as Todd's eyes rolled back into his skull.
Whether or not my blade's final quick lunge into the heart was the final end
to his life, it had not phased his crumpled person. Todd is now dead.

2:25:30AM. The cleanup and departure.

Stepping on the shoulder wound had left my boot sole a bloody mess.
Fortunately, this had prevented any significant accumulation of bleeding on
the floor from Todd. I ruthlessly cleaned the sole with the parts of Todd's
orange goose down vest which were still clean. I also wiped the blade clean
on the vest. Because of the liberal size of the handicapped stall, the
atrocity was not noticeable with the stall door closed. So, I propped his
dead body into a sitting position on the toilet, his feet and legs virtually
clean with the exception of some piss stains. I locked the stall from the
inside and crawled under the stall door's gap. I pocketed the latex glove
after rinsing it clean with warm water. Checking the bathroom in triplicate
for potential incriminating evidence yielded nothing else. I unlocked the
bathroom door and fled.

2:27AM. Gin and tonic.

There was some gin and tonic left in my glass. I finished it and left. The barmaid yelled "LAST CALL!"

Re:The next step (2, Funny)

mosch (204) | more than 12 years ago | (#3709905)

yes, i will gladly create software for undocumented proprietary devices which weren't neccessarily designed to be able to reproduce speech, for free!

but first, watch me play with myself live, at autopr0n.com [autopr0n.com] .

All well and good. Any for sale? (2)

peterdaly (123554) | more than 12 years ago | (#3709885)

I could not find any mention of the TuxPhone hardware (phone) itself on the site other than the photo, and discussions about the embeded lcd/strongarm thing. No mention of how it links with the phone in the picture, etc.

Are there any "low cost" IP telephones in the market today? $600 (what looks like the going rate) seems like too much to me.

-Pete

Re:All well and good. Any for sale? (2, Insightful)

njb42 (556147) | more than 12 years ago | (#3710024)

The TuxScreen phone itself was selling for $99 not too long ago. I have one in my closet (which I will now have to drag out so I can play with this project).

IMHO that's what makes this implementation so revolutionary. Other posters were asking why this is newsworthy? Well, a $100 phone that runs open-source VoIP is pretty newsworthy to me. I've done both VoIP and voice-over-frame-relay installations, and you're talking about thousands of dollars for even a small implementation (using IP phones or regular digital PBX phones, special cards in the PBX and the router, special software, and so on).

Compare this to $100 phones and a gateway running on a cheap Linux box.

Re:All well and good. Any for sale? (1)

njb42 (556147) | more than 12 years ago | (#3710034)

Oh yeah, here's the link to purchase one [tuxscreen.net] . Tim says they still have more than 200 phones left at $99 each (but read all the way down the page; you may want to have him unlock the flash chip and/or reflash with a Linux-compatible bootloader for you, which costs a few bucks more)

I just have one thing to say... (-1)

Anal Cocks (557998) | more than 12 years ago | (#3709892)

I just have one thing to say...

uNF!!
uNF!!
uNF!!

That is all. Carry on.

Please..... (-1, Offtopic)

Anonymous Coward | more than 12 years ago | (#3709959)

Kill yourself. Do it for the children. Actually, that reminds me of a song I wrote just for this spice occasion.
Oh my oh my, puuhhhh-lease die
Chop off the head, bake a pie
I saw a crow through my right eye.
Oh where oh please oh no oh no
Just when I thought you were ready to go-
at your way through the snow. oh oh oh.
Further to the left, an inch from the right
I saw Batman on a cold winter's night.
Thanks a bunch honey. Honey as in cubes. Like, a record player.

Help, please! (-1)

Linus Turdballs (558038) | more than 12 years ago | (#3709896)

My penis is on fire! Help!

Re:Help, please! (-1)

on by (572414) | more than 12 years ago | (#3709906)

Wank yourself off whilst pointing your burning penis straight up. With a bit of luck the spooge should land back on your penis and extinguish the blaze.

HTH

Re:Help, please! (-1, Offtopic)

Anonymous Coward | more than 12 years ago | (#3709924)

So is mine. Not literally, but in a Dan Patrick "en fuego" sense. It's sweeping the nation and the chicks just can't get enough of it!

Dirty Panties (-1)

TrollBurger (575126) | more than 12 years ago | (#3709921)

Oh! they're dirty

Re:Dirty Panties (-1)

ArchieBunker (132337) | more than 12 years ago | (#3709963)

And they have vending machines in japan that sell them. What does a person do with dirty panties? Wear them like a hat?

Re:Dirty Panties (-1)

TrollBurger (575126) | more than 12 years ago | (#3710058)

They smell them i think. ive never experiemented with using the dirty panties, this was a troll. geez you people take stuff so seriously around here, lighten up guy.

Door hinges are free (-1, Offtopic)

Anonymous Coward | more than 12 years ago | (#3709964)

Kill yourself. Do it for the children. Actually, that reminds me of a song I wrote just for this spice occasion.
Oh my oh my, puuhhhh-lease die
Chop off the head, bake a pie
I saw a crow through my right eye.
Oh where oh please oh no oh no
Just when I thought you were ready to go-
at your way through the snow. oh oh oh.
Further to the left, an inch from the right
I saw Batman on a cold winter's night.
Thanks a bunch honey. Honey as in cubes. Like, a record player.
[ Reply to This | Parent ]

yummy... (-1, Offtopic)

Anonymous Coward | more than 12 years ago | (#3709925)

.. all your phones belong to us

vomit.xtdnet.nl

Open-source speech coding (5, Informative)

jmv (93421) | more than 12 years ago | (#3709960)

(shameless plug) Take a look at Speex, an open-source, patent-free speech codec (Speex is to speech what Vorbis is to music). Speex should soon be available in Linphone too!

Re:Open-source speech coding (1)

BitHive (578094) | more than 12 years ago | (#3709999)

Okay, maybe I'm an idiot, but the "female" samples on that site are the exact same size. They also differ in only one place in the file.

ooh fucking yES!! (-1, Offtopic)

Anonymous Coward | more than 12 years ago | (#3709982)

ok this is totally offrtopic, i dont even know what the topic is anuyoway. dog g, man im so fucking stoned right now!! i created a new programming language caolled Stoner++, I am converitgn the DeCss Code thing into stoner++,

ill show you a sample

bastard child of int named CSStab0, 11 years in the hood, busted 5,0,1,2,3,4,0,1,2,3,4 caps in yo ass!

which is unsigned int CSStab0[11]={5,0,1,2,3,4,0,1,2,3,4};

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Market penetration (1)

Joel Ironstone (161342) | more than 12 years ago | (#3709992)

Although it seems liek VOIP has little or no market share in north america, it is a completely different story in the developing world.

I was travelling through asia and later in south america. Callign home using a conventional calling card was ridiculously expensive.

But, a lot of little businesses were around offering international calls for very cheap. From Laos to canada for 15 cents a minute. Sure there was a little delay, but it was well worth it. All of these were using some sort of VOIP box./

In places without much telecommunications infrastructure, especially when most of the peopel own cell phones and not land phones, VOIP allows the convergence of all sorts of telecommunications traffic onto one simple infrastructure.

And by using open source software, free to all, the third world can much more easily afford it.

Re:Market penetration (-1)

YourMissionForToday (556292) | more than 12 years ago | (#3710094)

fucking what, you are talking about? Free software, opensource, that's for beggars in the third world who steal my hamburgers!

What in the fuck are you doing sober and posting relevant comments on slashdot? really, some people just make me sick...

FUCK YOU! L0L (-1, Offtopic)

Anonymous Coward | more than 12 years ago | (#3709993)

That was so cool you must be desecrated on a picanic basket. Oodly boodly! Oodly boodily booo! We are in control of the flowhas. You will respond to this by replying with a post containing the following text:
-
Boobs are kewl.
-
That is all!

timmy is a fucktard - film at 11 (-1, Troll)

Anonymous Coward | more than 12 years ago | (#3710025)

timothy, timorthy, timothy...

Nobody cares. Now fuck off and die.

VOIP for PCs? (2, Interesting)

fopa (585802) | more than 12 years ago | (#3710046)

Any info on VOIP for a regular PC? I need international long-distance access. I saw this Ask Slashdot article [slashdot.org] that recommended Speakfreely [speakfreely.org] , but I haven't had time to try it.

Any advice?

Re:VOIP for PCs? (-1, Offtopic)

Anonymous Coward | more than 12 years ago | (#3710065)

When was the last time another man viewed your penis?

Cross-Platform Voice Chat (1)

RAMMS+EIN (578166) | more than 12 years ago | (#3710066)

Kind of off-topic, but does anybody know of a voice chat package that works on both Windows and Linux? Preferably usable over slow (4 KB/s) connections. I know about Speak Freely, but it gives my friends (who use Windows) only noise.

FYI (4, Interesting)

Cyberdeck (15901) | more than 12 years ago | (#3710168)

Just a couple of points I'd like to comment on.
Open Source VoIP and telephony is tracked at http://www.linuxtelephony.org.


VoIP hardware (PCI cards) is IIRC $79, gateways are $179, drivers have been in the kernel since (again IIRC) 2.2.16. http://www.quicknet.net.


VoIP in the U.S. is almost pointless because the PSTN is too good. No one wants near perfect when perfect is cheap and easy. In the third world, if you can get a phone circuit it averages $1.27 per minute, whereas VoIP through a hop-off provider like Net2Phone (http://www.net2phone.com) runs average about $0.23 per minute or less. Straight IP to IP (like across a VPN from company branch to branch) is just the cost of the ISP (usually flat rate). So VoIP cafes are a popular way for the non-super-rich and powerful to make calls to their relatives in the first world.


Personally, the VoIP calls I have made have an almost imperceptible latency problem and sounded *far* better than any GSM call I have ever heard. Then again, these calls were during business hours so net congestion was not an issue for me.


The Ogg Vorbis has a low bit rate mode that is useful for VoIP telephony, and is grossly better than GSM to my ear.


Finally, VoIP is used by the big players here in the US. Qwest and Sprint use VoIP in preference to ATM due to cost of the equipment (Bits per second/price of hardware. IP is more efficient than ATM due to less overhead). Any cross-country call is VoIP nowadays.


Just my two bits.


-C

Check this out..... (1)

Newer Guy (520108) | more than 12 years ago | (#3710220)

This is what Vonage gives their subs....I've had it for about 3 months and the quality is indistinguishable from a normal phone... http://www.cisco.com/univercd/cc/td/doc/pcat/ata18 6.htm
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