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Remote-Controlled Robots Explore 'Lost City'

timothy posted about 9 years ago | from the best-sort-of-place-to-explore dept.

Robotics 147

Roland Piquepaille writes "A large team of oceanographers is again exploring 'Lost City,' an hydrothermal vent field located in the middle of the Atlantic Ocean, which was discovered in 2000 and named like this because of the myth of Atlantis. But this time, the oceanographers are not on a ship. Most of them are in a room at the University of Washington in Seattle. And according to this article from the Seattle Post-Intelligencer, they're using high-speed Internet connections to control robotic vehicles exploring the deep Atlantic Ocean thousands of miles away. Thanks to satellites, the remotely operated vehicles (ROVs) Argus and Hercules can transmit videos back to Seattle in real time. After analysis, the scientists can move the ROVs to specific areas of interest without having their feet wet. Read more for other details, references and pictures about this project."

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Hmm.. (0)

Anonymous Coward | about 9 years ago | (#13228483)

I see the Slashdot editors have finally $RTBL'd the entire Slashdot userbase. Wonderful.

go UW (1)

MuNansen (833037) | about 9 years ago | (#13228484)

reason #3402 why WA > all. :P

Sorry, I'm just proud.

Re:go UW (1)

CmdrTaco (troll) (578383) | about 9 years ago | (#13228634)

Shut up faggot. Washington - or Seattle - as most Washatonians think of it, is a shitbag hippy liberal entitlement shithole. That nigger bitch Gregroire and her ilk are fucking us all in the ass with taxes, monorails and other assorted bullshit.

Re:go UW (1)

John Hurliman (152784) | about 9 years ago | (#13228890)

That would be the Republican half of Washington (everything east of the Cascades) talking.

Re:go UW (1)

Danger Stevens (869074) | about 9 years ago | (#13229029)

Ah, a Cougar I figure? Well, if you currently attend or are an alumnus of Washington State I'll forgive you because you're almost certainly drunk right now.
I've never seen so much liquor as I saw in Pullman when a bunch of bored veterinarian students saw the shit get kicked out of their [insert any sport] team by us Huskies.

I love you. (-1, Flamebait)

Anonymous Coward | about 9 years ago | (#13229054)

Seriously. In a gay nigger sort of way.

Re:go UW (2, Interesting)

Danger Stevens (869074) | about 9 years ago | (#13229034)

Seriously, the UW has some bragging rights. The 'Cyclotron Shop' in north campus boasts the most powerful electromagnet on the west coast. It's powerful enough that one of the standard physics projects is to watch it levitate frogs in midair.

Glad to see they keep trying new things.

Re:go UW (0)

Anonymous Coward | about 9 years ago | (#13229475)

Reason #3402 huh? Must be a pretty sitty reason, so why do I care.

Re:go UW (0)

Anonymous Coward | about 9 years ago | (#13229849)

Too bad your football team sucks.

-With love from the SEC

OT: Moderation system needs work (1)

prof_peabody (741865) | about 9 years ago | (#13228487)

Thanks to the moderation war for the upcoming interview 8/02/0345212&tid=109&tid=11 []

none of the other topics are being modded, forcing us to trudge through hundreds of troll posts and useless jibba-jabba.


Re:OT: Moderation system needs work (1)

(Score 0 Funny) (891002) | about 9 years ago | (#13228526)

I could only dream of a (Score 0 Funny) moderation.

Re:OT: Moderation system needs work (0, Offtopic)

cfsmp3 (774544) | about 9 years ago | (#13229381)

While we are at it, I suggest that one can't mod unless he has *all* comments visible - otherwise it's impossible to recover from bad karma... because one's comments are not visible.

Re:OT: Moderation system needs work (0)

cyborg_monkey (150790) | about 9 years ago | (#13229420)

And why do you feel the need to read comments posted here? Get a life.

Hmmmm..... (0)

Anonymous Coward | about 9 years ago | (#13228488)

remote control vehicles exploring hydrothermal vent fields...

The Slashdot offices?

surprised (-1, Offtopic)

Anonymous Coward | about 9 years ago | (#13228489)

A few hours ago, I learned that I am now (at least in theory) absurdly gay.

I was at my machine, my 386 with 4 megs of RAM running Linux, masturbating to pictures of RMS, when I got an email congratulating me on the success of Slashdot. I was working on my latest small project-- a clever little text parser that takes input from the user and puts it in a little cartoon-style word balloon coming out of-- get this!-- a giant, erect ASCII penis's bulging head! Hahaha! It's called COCKSAY. You can download it here.

"Congratulations? That's interesting," said I to myself. "I didn't think Slashdot was coming out until tomorrow." And I oughtta know; I'm on VA's Board of Directors, recruited by Larry Augustin himself, to be VA Linux's "corporate conscience," and it's public record that I hold a substantial share in the company's semen pool. I tooled on over to Linux Today, chased a link like it was a naked hippy's ass-- and discovered that Rob Malda had taken the fast action we had discussed at the last board meeting. Slashdot had come out first thing that morning with a headline on its own site-- and I had become the figurehead of the Gay Faggot Slashdot Empire while I wasn't looking.

Well, that didn't last long. In the next two hours, 369 VA employees also disclosed that they had AIDS, leaving me with a bit of the proverbial semen on my face.

You may wonder why I am talking about this in public. The first piece of advice your friends will give you, if it looks like you're about to come out of the closet, is: keep quiet! It's really nobody else's business-- you don't want to look like you're lusting for cock, though you may want to be deluged by an endless succession of men dressed up as Navy sailors demanding blowjobs from you; fat, hairy men (the bears) wanting to fuck you in the ass; and sweet, young, hairless boys offering you the beauty of their youth.

Trouble with the "keep it quiet" theory is that I've always solicited gay male faggot sex in a very public way. When you're already a media figure, like myself, and your name is on the Faggot Manifesto your whole organization chose to use to come out, and email from friends and journalists starts coming in like crazy as the gayness of your empire breaks records even on the first day, playing it coy swiftly ceases to look like a viable option.

But it wouldn't be fair to dissemble. I serve the gay community. I'm wealthy today because my efforts to spread faggotry and venereal diseases on behalf of that community helped infiltrate the business world and earned the trust of a lot of young, naive boys. Fairness to the twinks who made me HIV+ demands that I publicly acknowledge this disease -- and publicly face the question of how it's going to affect my life and what I'll do with the my time being bedridden.

This is a question that a lot of us will be facing as open sores sweep the technology landscape. AIDS follows where HIV leads, and the mainstream gay dance-club world is seeing increasing value in our tribe of scruffy hackers. Red Hat and VA have created a precedent now, with their homosexual recruitment programs designed to reward as many individual faggots as they can identify; future gays aiming for community "backing" and a seat at the high table will have to follow suit. In this and other ways (including, for example, gay porn shops) the cum is going to be shared.

So while there aren't likely to be a lot more multimillion-person orgies like mine, lots of hackers are going to have to evolve assholes to this question for smaller dicks that will nevertheless make a big difference to them; tens or hundreds of thousands of gallons of semen, enough to change your life -- or wreck it.

(Gee. Remember when the big question was "How do we deep-throat this?")

Good results... (1)

Lectrik (180902) | about 9 years ago | (#13228490)

up until the network gets bogged down with porn and Halo and CS

Remote Controlled robots (0)

Anonymous Coward | about 9 years ago | (#13228491)

Remote controlled to make a first post

Spambots? (0)

Anonymous Coward | about 9 years ago | (#13228497)

If they were running Windows, that would bring new meaning to the term spambot...

Mod me down biatches! (-1, Offtopic)

Anonymous Coward | about 9 years ago | (#13228501)

Go ahead mod me down biatches mod me down mod me down mod me down mod me down mod me down mod me down mod me down MUAHAHAHAHAHHAHAHAHAHHAHAHAHAHHAHAHAHHAHAHAHAHAHAH HAHAHAHAH

OMG ON TEH SPOKE (-1, Offtopic)

Anonymous Coward | about 9 years ago | (#13228515)

Hey guys, I'm a 16 yr old caucasian with a solid build and im hot and horny! When im at home im usually completely naked, because i feel that i dont have to wear anything when im at home. its true, my mom will let me! i live on a main rd and ull usually see me washing the car at the front of the house with no clothes on! i get up on the roof of the car and start washing with my anus exposed to the traffic, and sometimes wee on the roof while washing! and one other thing there's a store on the other side of the road, and i quite often go there when we run out of something. the man who runs it is about 19 and we're good friends and he doesn't mind that i go into his store naked. I can remember about a year ago when i had diarrhoea i went over there and i had a bit of an accident in front of him while paying for something. he did clean it up, but more diarrhoea came through my alimentary canal and out my anus as i ran across the road! so all these cars were driving straight through my diarrhoea. And another thing, a couple of months ago i was out at this lookout in front of los angeles. i did have a long white shirt on which went down to my knees, but i took that off and just stood there completely naked, then i did a great big sloppy poo over the railing, so LA could see my poo!

1800s robot anecdote (1)

Sheetrock (152993) | about 9 years ago | (#13228521)

After a hearty discussion in AI class about the famous 3 robot rules, our professor related an interesting metaphor for why artifical sentience must be restrained.

It seems that back in the late 1800's in America (mentioning this for non-U.S. /.ers) there was this saloon in the West that was kind of a run-down, ramshackle joint that was frequented by a few loyal patrons and not too many others. I think it was California, but it could have been Oregon or someplace similar -- well, the location isn't really relevant to the story but if you're interested you may be able to dig a bit on Google to find out. Basically, while the saloon didn't go out of its way to publicize itself to out-of-towners (not much point given that it was in a remote area) it managed to do a fairly steady trade despite the occasional brawl that caused property damage and the persistent requests from a particular fellow for free drinks.

More nights than not, the proprietor of the saloon would watch this drunk come wandering in through the doors, sit down, and lay a line on him about how he's trying to pull things together and how he'd just make enough to keep himself in beans and couldn't the bartender just pour him a shot or two to fuzz the edges and whatnot. And again, more nights than not, the bartender would take pity on the poor guy and pull out the whiskey.

Now, mind you, this went on for some time, and while the bartender was an easy mark even he had his limit. So one night, after the bartender already gave the fellow three shots on the house, he decides to cut the guy off.

"Look," he says, "while I'm really sorry to hear that things still aren't working out for you I don't think that I can keep giving you free drinks. I've got to make ends meet too, you know."

So the drunk says, "I don't suppose you've got anything I can do to get another drink tonight?"

The proprietor, not particularly wanting this fellow to hang around all night and certainly not expecting him to take him up on his proposition, says "Well, you see that spittoon over there? If you take a swig out of that I suppose I could give you a drink to wash it down."

No sooner did he finish his last sentence than the drunk walked over to the spittoon and hefted it off of the floor. Before the bartender could stop him, the fellow put the rim to his lips, tipped the bottom of the metal container up into the air, and began to swallow. To the bartender's dismay, the guy continued to slowly chug the thick contents of the spittoon. When he had finally gulped the final remnants of the container, he threw it to the ground, wiped off his lips with his shirt cuff, and gagged, "So, do I get the drink?"

"You can have the bottle!" exclaimed the bartender, immediately pouring the first shot. "But tell me, why did you swallow the whole damn thing? You only needed to swig it to earn the drink."

And the drunk replies: "It was all one long string."

What the drunk did next: He ate some fried chicken (0, Flamebait)

(Score 0 Funny) (891002) | about 9 years ago | (#13228567)

The drunk ate some fried chicken...

The breasts were juicy, and the buns were soft and warm, he thought.

Afterwards, the division manager of Popeyes came up to the drunk's table and asked him how the meal was. He said he was satisfied, but the meal lacked a certain je ne sais quoi. The mananger apologized profusely, and said he had something to show the drunk that would make up for it.

The manager lead the drunk to the back of the popeyes, to a room soaked from floor to ceiling in blood. In the center of it was a live horse, chained by all four legs to the structural supports of the warehouse like room. As the drunk watched, employees of the popeyes cut large sections from the horse, which was whinneying and screaming in horror, the remaining sections of its body covered with festering sores and a froth of sweat.

The popeyes employees took the chunks of horseflesh and sliced them into pieces, then they rooted around through the bags of trash strewn around the room to find discarded chicken bones. They quickly tenderized the meat with sledgehammers and fed it into a machine which formed the horsemeat around the bones, then they breaded and deepfried it.

The drunk asked the division manager why he had led him back to this place, and the manager pointed at the steed's rump, the diseased asshole puckering rythmically with terror, squirting pus with each convulsion. "We're just about to use that section, would you like a crack at it first?"

The drunk quickly unzipped his pants and wasted no time jamming his erect penis into the stallion's defenseless asshole. With each thrust, the drunk donkey punched the horse in the back of the head, making it clench its ass even tighter. The drunk came just as the horse died and was delighted. Popeyes definitely went the extra mile to make the drunk a satisfied customer..

The end?

Oh No! The drunk gets arrested. His plea for help: (1)

(Score 0 Funny) (891002) | about 9 years ago | (#13228606)

Dear Dr. Goatse,

I am writing to you because I am in need of legal assistance. I am currently charged with murder, burglary, terrorism, and a wide variety of charges. The story behind these accusations is somewhat longwinded, but I will attempt to describe it below:

It all started when I was a child. I was the victim of sexual abuse by a deranged, obese, elderly babysitter. This man would babysit for me when my parents went on long vacations. As soon as they left, my normally cozy home turned into a sordid den of gay rape and bestiality. The old man, who by coincidence shared the name Ike with another famous gay man from a different troll, would act normally for a few hours after my parents departed. Soon, however, he would ask me to come sit on the sofa with him and watch television. While we watched the good old sitcoms on television, he would slowly move his wrinkled old hand onto my leg. I was too small and too scared to object, and he wouldn't have cared anyway, so I ignored him and continued to watch the TV. He massage my legs, moving in higher and higher circles with his warm, delicate touch. Eventually he would come to my buttocks, where he would slide his weathered hands into my shorts and continue his massage. At this point it would become very difficult for me to watch my shows, as he would squeeze my tender young asscheeks while breathing heavily (I think the sexual excitment presented some problems for him and his pacemaker). At some point, he would flick off the TV and pull my pants off, then my shirt. His semi-bald head glistened in the afternoon sun, and his white hair was matted to his head with his sweat. He would turn me over, and continue his massage. I didn't look back at him as we would get angry if I did anything other than staring ahead and pretending that nothing was happening.

Zzzzzzzzip! His zipper, with its sound easily susceptible to onomatopoeia, flew open. A few seconds later, his shining manhood flew outwards. My young asshole would clench in nervous anticipation of his anal invasion with his nine hard, throbbing, inches of man-meat. I could hear his weazing breath as he coughed some saliva onto his penis, rubbing it to make up for its geriatric lack of virility. While he aroused himself for his rectal piracy, he slid a finger into my clenched anus. Initially, the pain seemed unbearable; however, as time went on, I gradually relaxed and even came to shove my small boyish behind back onto his intruding finger, aching for prostate stimulation. Soon it was time: he withdrew his finger, and prepped his hard manhood for its intestinal odyssey into my backdoor. My bay breath quickened, and thoughts of his cragged, veined old manhood filled my mind like a Kreskin's semen in BSD's dying bowels. I felt a warm touch against my cheeks, and soon the head of his mantruder was nestled inside of my gripping sphincter. I gasped as his throbbing virility inched into my rear passages. Slowly but surely all of his nine inches invaded my bum, and I was left impaled on him. As I mentioned, he was quite obese, so his flabby, pasty stomach with its green varicrose veins were pressed against my young back. At this point my eyes bugged out of my head as his cock buggered into my asshole. Soon the pumping began: there was some pain, and while it did multiply as time went on, the pleasure grew too, but at an exponential rate. Taking into account other factors, the overall satisfaction could be measured by the equation S(x) = GAMMA(x) - 20x, where GAMMA is the standard gamma function. As you can see, it would be only a short time (about 6 seconds) before I was in throes of esctacy. Alas; all good things must come to an end, and soon Ike was ready to shoot his seed deep into my poop chute. As his semen shot forth into the deep, moist unknown, I moaned "Oh yes!" with such a force that I could have burst through a brick wall and dispensed sugary beverages such as Kool-aid and Capri-Sun. His steaming stringy semen oozed its way in reverse through my digestive system. At this point, Ike's old heart was just about ready to give out, so he withdrew from me, his deflating tool making a popping noise as it emerged from my violated ass. He collapsed into a seething heap of ancient pedophile on my couch, as I masturbated myself to orgasm nearby, my gaping hole still wide open to the air.

Soon afterwards, he would begin the oral sex; however, I fear I am going even further offtopic than a (-1, Offtopic/Troll) post should be. It is not immidiately obvious how this affected the later events of my life, so I will simply tell you:

Eventually, Ike died of a heart attack. Apparently his morbid obesity and lack of exercise (except for child molestation) lead to complete heart faliure, and he kicked the bucket while embedded in the ass of an eight year old girl a few towns over. I had come to enjoy our sexual escapades, and I realized that I could never go for normal sex with people my own age. No, I had to succumb to the pedophilia that invaded the mind of my friend Ike. On the other hand, these escapades had caused what other would term as 'severe psychologial problems', but I would term as 'englightenment for moral nihilists'. Do not fear, my friend, as I did not turn into some sort of teenage wigger wannabe rapper quoting Nietzche and shoplifting Wriggley's Spearmeante from the local corner store. Instead, I spent my teenage years at home. At first I watched the same sitcoms that Ike and I watched when he was still alive, however, the station was soon taken off the air when they were bought out by the Kool-Aid people. This greatly irritated me, as I had been busy being raped by Ike when these shows had been on the first time, so I never got a chance to watch them all. Oh, yes, I never got a chance to masturbate while imagining the incredible incest in that second Brady Bunch movie: you remeber that scence, don't you? Where Greg and Marcia live in the attic, and Greg starts getting hard when he sees Marcia taking it off behind some sort of rotting camelskin covering seperating their sides of the bedrooms? But I digress; back to my sorry tale. When these shows were taken off the air, I am afraid that I had no choice but to retreat to my room and masturbate furiously for hours on end. With the possible exception of some cases of hemospermotomia, and the worried attitudes of my parents, I lived a happy, fulfilled life. Fulfilled except for my desire for small children to brutally rape and possibly murder then eat like a cannibal.

You might think that I got nowhere in life, and you would be fairly accurate. However, I eventually found a small cottage in a rural village somewhere out in the Midwest, in a town with many small children and trusting parents. I knew that someday I wanted to rape one of them, however, the chance never arrived. This all changed one October.

I was watching the news in my small shack, on the small TV I had bought to watch sitcoms on before I realized that broadcast TV is full of shitty reality shows and useless news like 'Madonna has baby' and 'Terrorists steal planes and hit stuff'. I noted that Halloween was approaching, and that there were a plethora of anouncements proclaiming loudly to the world that small children should be looked after, and not allowed to eat apples and dead tarantulas that people may hand out for fear of razor blades. They stated that the problem might be paticularly troublesome this year as many children were forced to trick-or-treat alone, while their parents protested the idiocy of the reality shows on televesion and some sort of war in Iraqistan or something. I realized that this presented the perfect oppurtunity for me: unsupervised children knocking on my door was as tempting and satisfying as a drink of Kool-aid right before you die in Death Valley after trying to hike through the whole thing with a paper cup of water, like that idiot on the Darwin Awards. So I carefully prepared my candy, if by candy you mean semen-filled pieces of shit that came out of my ass. The night approached; and I continued my streak of masturbating furiously, stopping to sample my candy. It wasn't bad, it was better than those coconut candy pieces of shit that they sell in those damn preppy expensive chocolate stores. I was in the middle of plunging my cock into my iron grip when my doorbell rang. I leapt out of bed, like a gay Batman impersonater on his way to Robin's Anal Virginity Party. With nothing but kind, happy, child-molesting lust in my eyes, I opened the door to see... Ike? could it really be Ike?

"Trick or treat!" exclaimed the minature demoness dressed in an old man suit. It took me a second to realize that that was not in fact Ike come back from the dead weighing 200 pounds less and being three feet shorter, but instead some sort of child whose crack-addicted mother decided that dressing her daughter as an old man was a perfectely acceptable way to costume her for Halloween. I decided right then and there that no matter how tempting the other prey I might catch that night could be, I wanted this Ike impersonater right there. I grabbed the girl, who was only seven or so, and burst back into my cottage with girl in arms. Using my shit-candy to gag her, I proceded to tie her up and drag her down into my basement. With what can only be described as loving, urging fear in her eyes, she looked at me in desperation. She must want my cock so badly, I thought to myself. I pulled her old man suit off of her, to find that she had a perfect little ass just ready for my Mantruder. As I have already described in detail the anal rape of a child, I might as well skip this part and procede to the warm afterglow in which I happily cockslapped a seven year old girl who was engaged in muffled screaming. At this point, I decided to fulfill one of my greatest fantasies: murder and then cannibalism. Grabbing my hand knife off of the wall, which I normally use to hack the tops off of wonderfully delicious bottles of Kool-aid, I ended the life of the girl quite quickly with a jab to the throat. I then proceded to slice open her stomach and feast on her insides. I cannot describe the ecstacy involved in drinking the blood and eating the internal organs of a small seven year old child who was previously dressed as my old obese gay manfriend.

After boiling the heart in steaming blood I consumed it with a side of asscandy. It was delicous. The taste was only improved by the heaping glass of red Kool-aid on the side. When I had finally finished my cannibalistic feast, I realized that I had a problem. There was a dead girl in my basement, and she would be starting to smell very soon. I realized what I had to do: dump her in the ocean. This was no easy feat, as I said I now lived in the Midwest. However, the spirit of Ike was appearing in my mind, and I realized that this was the only thing to do. Ike also told me that I needed to ensure that the girl floated back to shore, as the police needed to be investigating the dead body on the beach and not arresting John Connor for robbing a fucking vet and eating dog neutering drugs on Judgement Day. I wasn't quite sure how to accomplish this: After eating the internal organs of the girl, the lungs, which would normally cause the body to float because of air left inside of them, were now gone. I needed another way to make her float. I was walking around my basement when I happened upon a solution: a cardboard box filled with those styrofoam packing peanuts that the left-wing animal nuts seem to hate when the complain about how stupid most people are and how, just because they have an IQ between 75 and 100, they are superior to all those right-wing fundies. Knowing that the peanut box would float, I carefully made a plan to fulfill my mandate from Ike. I took the packing peanuts and forced them into the body of the little girl. I placed her into the box, and filled it with the remaining packing peanuts. Sticking the box into the back of my van, I set out on an amazing road trip equaled only by the movie Road Trip. Again, not wishing to bore you with the details, I arrived at the East Cost with Kool-Aid and dead girl in hand. Chucking the dead girl into the ocean, I quipped a "Oh, yeah!" one liner and took a delightful sip of my sugary beverage. If only there had been a brick wall, I could have burst through it and dispensed beverages in a manner similar to the metaphorical manner in which Ike's semen did the same thing many years before.

I arrived home to find that a police invesigation was taking place, but there were no suspects in the kidnapping of the little girl. Deciding to lay low, I hung out in my home for a few days watching TV. I discovered that, to my eternal delight, there was a marathon dedicated totally to the old sitcoms that I missed back in the days when Ike raped me. My mouth watering with anticipation (I had been conditioned to arousal by these shows as Ike usually raped me while they were on; Pavlov's dogs stike again, unlike that pussy Balto in the Disney movie). However, the TV had only been on for five minutes, when suddenly a fuse broke inside of the television. The joyous images on the screen faded quickly, and I was left with my heart shattered like a broken mug of Kool-Aid. Why? Why, Panasonic, why? Of all the times for my television to break, why did it have to be now? I decided that, despite the risks of going outdoors, I needed another television. I couldn't live without my sitcoms. So, I jumped back into my van, and sped away, looking for a TV to steal. I came upon a house left unguarded in the rear neighborhoods. Climbing out of my van, and climbing into the window of the house, I noticed a wonderful flatscreen TV. I quickly removed it from the wall, and retreated to my truck after making myself a nice Kool-Aid enema in the kitchen.

I returned home and flipped on my new flatscreen TV, only to find the the extraordinarily unlikely had happened: the marathon had been cancelled in favor of a news report. As if this wasn't enough, the content of the news report was enough to send me into paroxysms of rage. Apparently, the same family whose daughter disappeared on Halloween night while trick or treating had their new flatscreen TV stolen. Police suspect they may have found DNA evidence when they found what appeared to be Kool-Aid and shit splashed all over the kitchen. There was some good news, however: the marathon was being rescheduled for later that week. Unfortunately, in a completely random, unexpected, and dissapointing act of deus-ex-machina, my new also blew a fuse. I sat shocked in my chair for a moment.

Soon, however, my paroxysms of rage were back. "God damnit! All I wanted was to watch my sitcoms!" I screamed. Soon, however, a plan formed in my mind. I could send my TV in for repair to Panasonic (I couldn't send in the new flatpanel as the evil RFID would let them identify it as stolen). All I needed was to pack the TV back into the original box and ship it away to Panasonic headquarters. I raced downstairs to find the TV box. As you may have already guessed, I didn't find it. It only took a moment before I realized exactly where the TV box was: in the Atlantic ocean, with a dead girl inside of it. "Nooooooooooooo!" I screamed. Now I had no chance of getting my TV repaired, and I would never see my sitcoms as the police were likely to find me before there was another marathon. The sheer hatred for Panasonic and their shoddy manufacturing rushed through my veins like tasty, refreshing Kool-Aid rushing down my throat. All I wanted was one thing: To have my vengeance against Panasonic and the trouble they caused me.

In a few minutes, I was down at the hardware store buying that same fertilizer that Tim McVeigh used when he wanted to go blow up some other, non-Panasonic building. As I was packing my truck with the fertilizer, Ike appeared to me. "Take these blasting caps; thou shalt need them for thy bombing of the Panasonic." So I stuck them in my van, and I was off to Panasonic headquarters. A few hours later, I parked my van outside the Panasonic headquarters. After running off a suitible distance, I detonated the bomb, taking out all those shoddy TV bastards once and for all. Needless to say, I was arrested soon afterwards.

Well, that concludes my woeful tale. Could you please give me a recomendation as to what I should do in this situation? Plead insanity, perhaps? Or go to prision and spend my spare time trolling Slashdot?

The Drunk

ew (0)

Anonymous Coward | about 9 years ago | (#13228806)

I was hoping this was a continuation of the joke. But instead it made me throw up a little in my mouth.

Re:What the drunk did next: He ate some fried chic (1)

dextroz (808012) | about 9 years ago | (#13228896)

me neither... there sure are some sick bastards on /. and it goes to explain a long way why so many of you mofos are single too!

Re:1800s robot anecdote (0)

Anonymous Coward | about 9 years ago | (#13228633)

I don't get it!

Roland Piquepaille and Slashdot (-1, Offtopic)

Anonymous Coward | about 9 years ago | (#13228522)

Posted anonymously to preserve my precious karma!

Roland Piquepaille and Slashdot: Is there a connection? []

I think most of you are aware of the controversy surrounding regular Slashdot article submitter Roland Piquepaille. For those of you who don't know, please allow me to bring forth all the facts. Roland Piquepaille has an online journal (I refuse to use the word "blog") located at [] . It is titled "Roland Piquepaille's Technology Trends". It consists almost entirely of content, both text and pictures, taken from reputable news websites and online technical journals. He does give credit to the other websites, but it wasn't always so. Only after many complaints were raised by the Slashdot readership did he start giving credit where credit was due. However, this is not what the controversy is about.

Roland Piquepaille's Technology Trends serves online advertisements through a service called Blogads, located at Blogads is not your traditional online advertiser; rather than base payments on click-throughs, Blogads pays a flat fee based on the level of traffic your online journal generates. This way Blogads can guarantee that an advertisement on a particular online journal will reach a particular number of users. So advertisements on high traffic online journals are appropriately more expensive to buy, but the advertisement is guaranteed to be seen by a large amount of people. This, in turn, encourages people like Roland Piquepaille to try their best to increase traffic to their journals in order to increase the going rates for advertisements on their web pages. But advertisers do have some flexibility. Blogads serves two classes of advertisements. The premium ad space that is seen at the top of the web page by all viewers is reserved for "Special Advertisers"; it holds only one advertisement. The secondary ad space is located near the bottom half of the page, so that the user must scroll down the window to see it. This space can contain up to four advertisements and is reserved for regular advertisers, or just "Advertisers".

Before we talk about money, let's talk about the service that Roland Piquepaille provides in his journal. He goes out and looks for interesting articles about new and emerging technologies. He provides a very brief overview of the articles, then copies a few choice paragraphs and the occasional picture from each article and puts them up on his web page. Finally, he adds a minimal amount of original content between the copied-and-pasted text in an effort to make the journal entry coherent and appear to add value to the original articles. Nothing more, nothing less.

Now let's talk about money. Visit BlogAds to check the following facts for yourself. As of today, December XX 2004, the going rate for the premium advertisement space on Roland Piquepaille's Technology Trends is $375 for one month. One of the four standard advertisements costs $150 for one month. So, the maximum advertising space brings in $375 x 1 + $150 x 4 = $975 for one month. Obviously not all $975 will go directly to Roland Piquepaille, as Blogads gets a portion of that as a service fee, but he will receive the majority of it. According to the FAQ, Blogads takes 20%. So Roland Piquepaille gets 80% of $975, a maximum of $780 each month. is hosted by (look it up at Network Solutions ). Browsing's hosting solutions, the most expensive hosting service is their Clarahost Advanced ( link ) priced at £69.99 GBP. This is roughly, at the time of this writing, $130 USD. Assuming Roland Piquepaille pays for the Clarahost Advanced hosting service, he is out $130 leaving him with a maximum net profit of $650 each month. Keeping your website registered with Network Solutions cost $34.99 per year, or about $3 per month. This leaves Roland Piquepaille with $647 each month. He may pay for additional services related to his online journal, but I was unable to find any evidence of this.

All of the above are cold, hard, verifiable facts, except where stated otherwise. Now I will give you my personal opinion.

It appears that every single article submitted to Slashdot by Roland Piquepaille is accepted, and he submits multiple articles each month. As of today, it is clear that ten articles were accepted in October, six in November, and four in December (so far). See his page for yourself. Some generate lots of discussion; others very little. What is clear is that, on a whole, this generates a lot of traffic for Roland Piquepaille. Just over 150000 hits each month according to Blogads. And the higher the traffic, the higher the advertisement rates Roland Piquepaille can charge. So, why do the Slashdot editors accept every single story from Roland Piquepaille? Is the content of his journal interesting and insightful? Of course it is, but not by Roland Piquepaille's doing. The actual content of his journal is ripped from the real articles, but at least he gives them credit now. Does the content of his journal bring about energitic discussion from the Slashdot readership? Yes, because the original articles from which he got his content are well written and researched and full of details.

So you may be asking, "What is so controversial about this?" Well, in almost every single article submitted by Roland Piquepaille, Slashdot readers complain that Roland Piquepaille is simply plaigarizing the original articles and that rather than linking to Roland Piquepaille's Technology Trends on the front page of Slashdot (guaranteeing a large amount of traffic for him), Slashdot should instead link to the original articles. In essence, avoid going through the middle man (and making money for him!). The Slashdot readership that can see through Roland Piquepaille's farce objects on the basis that he stands to make a generous amount of money by doing very little work and instead piggy-backing on the hard work of other professional writers. Others argue that he is providing us with a service and should not be ashamed to want to get paid for it. But exactly what service is he providing us with? He copies-and-pastes the meat of his journal entries from professional and academic journals and news magazines and submits about seven or eight of these "articles" to Slashdot each month. Is this "service" worth up to $647 a month? Or, does each "article" represent up to $80 of work?

The real question is, why does Slashdot continue to accept every single one of his submissions when many of the readers see through the scam and whole-heartedly object to what he is doing? Maybe the Slashdot editors don't have much journalistic integrity. Haha, just kidding. We all know they wouldn't know integrity if it bitch-slapped a disobediant user talking about Slashcode internals or shut down [] in a temper tantrum. Anyway, what incentive would Slashdot editors have to link to lame rehashes of original and insightful technology articles? What incentive would Roland Piquepaille have to constantly seek these tech articles and rehash them into lame journal entires and submit them to Slashdot? I submit to you, the Slashdot reader, that the incentive for each is one and the same. Now that you have been informed of the facts of the situation, you can make your own decision.

Re:Roland Piquepaille and Slashdot (0)

Anonymous Coward | about 9 years ago | (#13228605)

Mod parent up.

Re:Roland Piquepaille and Slashdot (-1, Offtopic)

Anonymous Coward | about 9 years ago | (#13229308)

Mod parent up.
how ?


Anonymous Coward | about 9 years ago | (#13228639)

BOOYA!!!! In the face of Roland Piquepaille, IN THE FACE!!!

Re:Roland Piquepaille and Slashdot (0)

Anonymous Coward | about 9 years ago | (#13228908)

Uh... so you're upset that Roland makes a (gasp!) whopping $30 per business day? Posting articles on slasdork, that people (oh shit!) like to read and comment on?

You sir, have a basic mis-understanding on the value of money, and the basis of capitalism. $647/month won't even pay rent in a shabby apartment here in California.

OMFG! Slashdot conspiracy uncovered! Profiteering at sub-minimum wages! Sound the alarms! /SARCASM

Gimme a bag...

Re:Roland Piquepaille and Slashdot (-1, Offtopic)

Anonymous Coward | about 9 years ago | (#13228943)

Yes, and it takes him 40 hours a week to whore his "stories" out?

Re:Roland Piquepaille and Slashdot (-1, Offtopic)

Anonymous Coward | about 9 years ago | (#13229205)

I don't care if he earns money from his blog, but sometimes he tries to write about stuff that he does not really understand. Naturally this leads to errors in the articles.

The standard of is allready low, but Rolands posts are still below average.

Science, with clean hands (2, Insightful)

ReformedExCon (897248) | about 9 years ago | (#13228531)

There was a quote that really struck me as odd and out of place in a science department.

"This is how the science is going to be done," said Deborah Kelley, a University of Washington oceanographer. /quote

I can't believe that a scientist would forego the adventure and excitement of actually visiting and investigating on-site the things she wants to learn about. Robots and video cameras and sensors have their place, especially in areas where it is still impossible to go. However, replacing the actual experience of seeing these things firsthand, trading that for lily-white labcoats and sterile research labs is the opposite direction scientists should be heading, in my opinion.

I, for one, would rather head down to the depths of the ocean or fly to the next planet personally than have some robot do that in my place, if I had the choice.

Re:Science, with clean hands (1)

Shag (3737) | about 9 years ago | (#13228571)

Sad but true, if you ask me.

I do different kinds of support work at two astronomical observatories. Both are at 4200 meters, with air pressure of about 0.6 atmospheres - not quite the sort of place everyone can just hang around indefinitely, but most folks can handle it after acclimatizing.

At the larger of the two, basically the only people on the summit at night are operators and technical support staff - all the observers and other scientists are about 3000 meters lower, down at headquarters.

The smaller one's even worse in the hands-on sense - about seventy percent of the time, there's nobody in the facility during observing runs. It's totally remotely controllable; the operator is just above sea level, and the observer could be... well... anywhere. Typically about 200 miles away at the university's main campus, or on the other side of the planet entirely. We're only on the summit if an observer specifically requests it, or if there's some unusual instrument that we need to be around in case of problems.

Some might say it doesn't matter where we are, since astro support work typically gets explained as "long periods of nothing punctuated by brief bursts of absolute panic." But the sunsets are so much prettier at high altitude. :)

Re:Science, with clean hands (2, Insightful)

jericho4.0 (565125) | about 9 years ago | (#13228577)

Robots are cheaper, safer, and expendable. I hope that no deep sea researcher ever misses out on going to the bottom a few times, but that same reseacher can get 100 times the work done useing robots.

It's the same for space travel. Just because it's romantic to have humans in space, doesn't mean it's a good idea to blow 90% of our space budget on LEO manned 'missions'.

Re:Science, with clean hands (1)

crimoid (27373) | about 9 years ago | (#13228784)

I hope my tax dollars are not paying for someone's "adventure and excitement" when said person could use technology to get just as much work done (if not more) at a fraction of the cost.

Now if said scientist wants to go be Indiana Jones on their own dime (or the dime of a private company), I'm all for it.

Re:Science, with clean hands (2, Interesting)

ReformedExCon (897248) | about 9 years ago | (#13228866)

I am not sure I can agree with your position, though I agree with your sentiment. I don't think I implied that robots ought to be shunned in favor of sending humans to do a job. Robots indeed have their place, as do computers, calculators, and every other technology that makes exploring and researching more fruitful. But I do not think that technology is the be-all and end-all in science. It may be helpful to overcome barriers, but at the core it is humans who must make the final fateful decisions. And a human who is on-site can make a better snap decision than one who is away in a laboratory staring at a video monitor with a 3 second delay between his commands and the robot's actions.

I understand your unwillingness to want to pay for such "extravagancies". Just as you don't want to pad some scientist's budget, I perhaps do not want to pad some artist's funding. However, a government that works best is one that helps the society it governs progress with as little human suffering as possible and at the lowest cost to its citizens. As such, I have to think that it would be far more proper to have informed people making the decision as to how to spend allocated funds rather than trusting each citizen to specifically designate where each penny of their taxes goes. Universities have a much better perspective than the common layperson when it comes to scientific research, and I think it ought to be they who make the decision as to how to spend allocated government funds.

Science is absolutely about adventure and excitement. It is the excitement of discovering something new, of finding something that no one has ever found before, of creating something that no one has ever created before. Science is about getting "out there" and finding stuff. It sustains itself with people who are excited about finding stuff. You can't take that away and give it to the robots and expect to have scientists lining up to fill the labs forever.

Re:Science, with clean hands (2, Informative)

JanneM (7445) | about 9 years ago | (#13228867)

In this case, what's the difference, really? If you go "there" in person, you're still looking out through a thick glass window (or, more likely, at a monitor), and manipulating the world around you with buttons, joysticks and other remote controls.

The difference really is, when you're there in person you're only in control of one (large, cumbersome) exploring unit, you can explore for a lot shorter time (since so much resources is spent on keeping you alive), and you waste hours just traveling down, then up again. Oh, and due to safety reasons and a far larger, more fragile craft, you won't be able to take the same risks or all the same observations you can remotely.

Much of science hasn't been "hands on" for years or decades. Mostly, it's not a loss. It may be romantic to freeze your ass off on some mountain top with a telescope, but there is again little point when all your observations and data analysis is done off-site anyway. And it's not only in exploratory science either; just check out the state of automation in a chemistry lab today. Then check out the life expectancy of an experimental organic chemist and you'll see a reason automation is a good thing.

Makes sense (1)

saskboy (600063) | about 9 years ago | (#13228533)

After almost a decade of Internet broadcast exploration of Mars, it just makes sense to start exploring hard-to-reach places on our own planet with remote controls. Slap on some virtual reality goggles, and away they go. One small step for a scientist, one giant leap for man kind.

Re:Makes sense (1)

sillybilly (668960) | about 9 years ago | (#13228846)

One giant leap in your lovelife too. Soon you won't have to do your wife in person, but use a remote controlled gadget. Slap on some virtual reality goggles too, and you won't see how fat she got, and she won't see how bald you got, since the two of you said 'I do.'

Re:Makes sense (1) (886486) | about 9 years ago | (#13228980)

>it just makes sense to start exploring hard-to-reach places on our own planet with remote controls.
Yes. I've been doing it for years.
With my Logitech webcam that has a small maglite attached, I've used hi-tech technology to check for dust under my bed.

hrm.. (0)

Anonymous Coward | about 9 years ago | (#13228535)

Shouldnt that be 'a hydrothermal...' I don't believe anyone pronounces hydrothermal 'eye-dro-thermal' even with the worst of cockney accents.

Re:hrm.. (1)

RNelson (567188) | about 9 years ago | (#13229559)

Stewie Griffin: Now listen to me, we've got five days left.
Stewie Griffin: I'll not lose my wager. Now repeat after me.
Stewie Griffin: "Hello, Mother. Have you hidden my hatchet?"
Eliza Pinchley: "'Allo, Mother. 'Ave you 'idden my 'atchet?"
Stewie Griffin: God, no! It's an "H" sound, you moron!

Timothy = Roland? (1)

Saeed al-Sahaf (665390) | about 9 years ago | (#13228537)

Yet another Roland story posted by WHO ELSE? Timothy. Is Timothy ACTUALLY Roland? Well, I for one have NEVER seen both of them in the same room at the same time, so I think that about says it all...

Re:Timothy = Roland? (0)

Anonymous Coward | about 9 years ago | (#13228557)

Roland's articles are nothing more than links to his lame blog. The blog that just paraphrases news stories he reads.

Roland is a tool.

Re:Timothy = Roland? (1)

Max Romantschuk (132276) | about 9 years ago | (#13228617)

For whatever reason everyone seems that bashing Roland is mandatory... Mostly because his site has ads. But so do most other sites out there, especially the big ones.

Roland's stories are quite simply better quality than a lot of the stuff posted on Slashdot. If you hate him so much then just ignore the stories, quit bitching about it.

Re:Timothy = Roland? (1)

Saeed al-Sahaf (665390) | about 9 years ago | (#13228623)

Sure fine. But what is the relationship between TIMOTHY and ROLAND?

Re:Timothy = Roland? (1)

Max Romantschuk (132276) | about 9 years ago | (#13228648)

But what is the relationship between TIMOTHY and ROLAND?

I have no idea. But does it matter? Timothy is an editor, it is perfectly within his rights to choose which stories he posts. Slashdot doesn't exactly have some elaborate social contract controlling what gets posted and what doesn't.

Re:Timothy = Roland? (0)

Anonymous Coward | about 9 years ago | (#13228722)

Slashdot doesn't exactly have some elaborate social contract controlling what gets posted and what doesn't

Yes it does. It came into effect the second /. started charging for subscriptions, some editorial standards and value is expected. If it turns out that instead of paying Slashdot you could just be reading Roland's blog - then what's the point paying for a /. subscription when all it does is host comments about Roland's blog? And who would be ripping who off? (Roland? Slashdot? Paying readers? Unpaiding readers?)

Re:Timothy = Roland? (-1, Troll)

Anonymous Coward | about 9 years ago | (#13228805)

But what is the relationship between TIMOTHY and ROLAND?

I think it's pretty obvious that Roland is the giver.

Re:Timothy = Roland? (0)

Anonymous Coward | about 9 years ago | (#13228657)

But you are missing one vital point dear sir...


Re:Timothy = Roland? (0)

Anonymous Coward | about 9 years ago | (#13228763)

I don't think most people are "bashing" Roland because of the ads on his site, most web pages /. links to have ads. I think that most people don't like Roland because he used to copy and paste other people's articles in full on his blog and maybe add some meaningless commentary. So in that sense it is quite ridiculous that he has advertisements since he is getting all of the revenue with none of the effort.

In all fairness what he does now is (in my opinion) perfectly fine, he put a link to his blog at the bottom, whatever fine, he also put the link to the original article in the forefront. His commentary is better now as well.

If Roland were to change his name and domain I doubt anyone would complain anymore, but the fact is he tarnished his name by making money off of other people's work, something that isn't easily forgotten.

That said, I don't hold any grudges (although it is strange that Timothy is always the one accepting his submissions). *shrug*

Re:Timothy = Roland? (-1, Flamebait)

Anonymous Coward | about 9 years ago | (#13229611)

The irony is that every time /. links to the New York Times, there's inevitably some snarky comment "warning" you that you are about to enter the terrible depths of "free registration required." Keep in mind that the New York Times presumably has better things to do than submit Slashdot stories.

On the other hand, outright whoring of Slashdot link clicks to line Roland's pockets for his worthless blog supported by his repeated submission of self-linking articles gets no warning at all.

Re:Timothy = Roland? (1)

Adam9 (93947) | about 9 years ago | (#13228661)

He doesn't seem as evil as people depict him to be after I read this [] .

No. Signal 11. (-1, Offtopic)

Anonymous Coward | about 9 years ago | (#13229471)

And if you don't know who Signal 11 is (was), you won't understand why it'd be hilarious if Slashdot were catering to him so much now.

In brief, Signal 11 figured out how to milk Slashdot for karma -- to an extreme extent. As a direct result of his efforts, karma caps were introduced.

Now I think he's back, only this time he's figured out he can go for more than just karma.

Atlantis... (1)

Samah (729132) | about 9 years ago | (#13228541)

But isn't Atlantis in the Pegasus Galaxy? :)

Re:Atlantis... (1)

ThePuD (743548) | about 9 years ago | (#13228601)

they control it with the ancient stones. it's no biggie.

Re:Atlantis... (1)

AndroidCat (229562) | about 9 years ago | (#13229336)

I thought you had to have the Ancient Jeans too?

Real Time? (1)

lakiolen (785856) | about 9 years ago | (#13228561)

I guess a 2-3 second delay each way through the satellites is real enough for most people.

Re:Real Time? (1)

Max Romantschuk (132276) | about 9 years ago | (#13228683)

It is real time. There's a lag, but it's still real time. Even the Mars rovers are real time, but with a bigger lag... ;)

Non-real time is stuff that idles/qets queued before commands get executed.

not real time (1)

SuperBanana (662181) | about 9 years ago | (#13228795)

It is real time. There's a lag

Then it is NOT real-time. You clearly don't understand the term.

From The Jargon File: "Describes an application which requires a program to respond to stimuli within some small upper limit of response time (typically milli- or microseconds)."

Good ol' Roland misapplied the term, or the article author did.

Re:not real time (2, Informative)

JanneM (7445) | about 9 years ago | (#13228876)

The critical parameter is "upper limit". Hard real-time systems are fairly slow; what they have is that they _guarantee_ a response within some time limit. Every time. Soft real-time systems would typically have one limit stating the maximum allowable average response rate, and a second, higher limit stating the maximum allowable ever. "real time" implies that the system won't let the world "get ahead"; things will not get queued further and further afield without limit.

Nothing in the concept of "real-time" does it say the response has to be fast. Consistent, yes, but not fast. If you have a system guaranteeing a response within ten seconds, every time, that is real-time.

Atlantis? (0)

Anonymous Coward | about 9 years ago | (#13228564)

Atlantis... a ridiculous liberal myth.

Robotic Voyeurs. (0)

Anonymous Coward | about 9 years ago | (#13228568)

I'm waiting for this technology to become cheap enough I can be a "peeping tom" from the safety of my basement.

Re:Robotic Voyeurs. (1)

AndroidCat (229562) | about 9 years ago | (#13229261)

Buy one of these R/C UFOs [] and find a fly-weight WiFi camera that it can lift. (Better kill the LED strobes if you're peeping at night.)

hmm (1)

Joe the Lesser (533425) | about 9 years ago | (#13228574)

I think I need one of these in my house. Then I could explore the back of my fridge without having to deal with the smell.

From the Article: (0)

Anonymous Coward | about 9 years ago | (#13228591)

"Think of it as the Mars Rover but at the bottom of the ocean..."

That's like saying, "Think of it as Linux, but running using NTFS."

No direct link ROV Seattle (1)

tenco (773732) | about 9 years ago | (#13228630)

Am i the only one who first thought of a direct link between the ROV's and Seattle when reading the arcticle? What made me wonder: H2O doesnt let EM-waves go very far. Thus a ROV has a cable connection to it's mothership. But this draft [] should make it clear how it really is.

OT: I think attacking this guy is lame (0)

Anonymous Coward | about 9 years ago | (#13228705)

As you can read from his blog here [] , someone has been spamming this guy with various methods. I think that is lame.

If you don't like his links, then don't read them! If you're jealous of the small AdSense revenue he makes per article, make up your own blog and start submitting it to Slashdot.

Or better yet, start your own tech blog.

Re:OT: I think attacking this guy is lame (0)

Anonymous Coward | about 9 years ago | (#13228801)

people dont like him because he copy and pastes other peoples content vertabim without permission

other "blogs" just link to a particular article they want to dicuss they dont just take images and text from the original site anyway,
people here feel pretty strongly about copyright, if Roland doesnt want trouble he should stop ripping original writers/photographers/magazines/sites off and create the damm content himself (but that would mean work)

it would be a pretty shit web if everyone took his attitude and just profited from copying other peoples creative work without permission

so fuck Roland , you reap what you sow

Via internet? (1)

El Jynx (548908) | about 9 years ago | (#13228741)

Now crossing over a deep sinkhole... *bzzz*

-Error 404, Connection timed out-


Is that what happened to the first mars probe? :P

This was on the DSC channel (1)

hobotron (891379) | about 9 years ago | (#13228742)

With James Cameron, or someone. I really dont remember. Oh and since the moderation system is as broke as Brooke Shields, Id like to give a big fuck all you guys because I have excelent karma.

What's that clever thing people say? (0)

Anonymous Coward | about 9 years ago | (#13228751)

since the moderation system is...broke...Id like to give a big fuck all you guys because I have excelent karma.

Karma's a bitch.

Re:This was on the DSC channel (1)

DanielNS84 (847393) | about 9 years ago | (#13228753)

*Pseudo-Mods +1 Insightful in his mind...*

Re:This was on the DSC channel (0, Offtopic)

sillybilly (668960) | about 9 years ago | (#13228873)

How do you know it's broke? I guess slasdhot is becoming just a bit too much of a nuisance to the powers that be.

Re:This was on the DSC channel (-1, Offtopic)

Anonymous Coward | about 9 years ago | (#13228926)

I usually get mod points every second day. I haven't had any for weeks. That would fit with no moderations being done - no one has any points left.

Re:This was on the DSC channel (0, Offtopic)

sillybilly (668960) | about 9 years ago | (#13229279)

Come to think of it, me neither. I used to get points too, all I can do is metamoderate these days, and the items seem just a bit too 'hand picked', damned if you do, damned if you don't, it's neither right, nor wrong, but both true insightful sentences and completey wrong sentences in a blender, where I simply have to leave it unmodded. If there was a way to highlight portions of a post, mod it up, into a different color, then highlight other portions and mod it down. But then to those reading it would read like nothing coherent, and someone's words could be taken way out of context. There are still people with mod points, However I saw 'spicy' stories that had no moderation at all, then stupid ones full of mods, so something is up. I wonder who dishes out the mod points, and who comes up with the metamod stuff. To just let it randomly generate instead of using it to test somebody, well, there is too much temptation. Market surveys where you pay someone on the phone to dial up someone else, and harass them into expressing an honest opinion, those don't come anywhere close in honesty thus value, compared to what you can do on slashdot, by simply submitting a person something to metamoderate for you. Too much money or marketing survey effort at stake not to abuse such stuff.

I just ate some fried chicken. (-1, Offtopic)

hobotron (891379) | about 9 years ago | (#13228788)

I just ate some fried chicken...

The breasts were juicy, and the buns were soft and warm.

Afterwards, the division manager of Popeyes came up to my table and asked me how the meal was.I said I was satisfied, but the meal lacked a certain je ne sais quoi. He apologized profusely, and said he had something to show me that would make up for it.

He lead me to the back of the popeyes, to a room soaked from floor to ceiling in blood. In the center of it was a live horse, chained by all four legs to the structural supports of the warehouse like room. As I watched, employees of the popeyes cut large sections from the horse, which was whinneying and screaming in horror, the remaining sections of its body covered with festering sores and a froth of sweat.

The popeyes employees took the chunks of horseflesh and sliced them into pieces, then they rooted around through the bags of trash strewn around the room to find discarded chicken bones. They quickly tenderized the meat with sledgehammers and fed it into a machine which formed the horsemeat around the bones, then they breaded and deepfried it.

I asked the division manager why he had led me back to this place, and he pointed at the steed's rump, the diseased asshole puckering rythmically with terror, squirting pus with each convulsion. "We're just about to use that section, would you like a crack at it first?"

I quickly unzipped my pants and wasted no time jamming my erect penis into the stallion's defenseless asshole. With each thrust, I donkey punched the horse in the back of the head, making it clench its ass even tighter. I came just as the horse died. I was delighted. Popeyes definitely went the extra mile to make me a satisfied customer..

Re:I just ate some fried chicken. (0, Flamebait)

King_of_Prussia (741355) | about 9 years ago | (#13228932)

Michael Jackson is that you?

My god, The Power has Failed (-1, Offtopic)

Anonymous Coward | about 9 years ago | (#13229025)

..and the shields are down! Trolls Slash and Burn Entire Topics to the ground!

The sea is a lovely shade of red too, not having the mod system up is like having the structual integrity fields down to 7%

"Cause only the good posts die young, that's what I said.. "


Anonymous Coward | about 9 years ago | (#13228839)

There are some small issues with the moderation system, which we are in the process of working out.
Those of you with some mod points left could really help us out by moderating this post either up or down (doesn't matter).

With everyone's cooperation, hopefully we'll have this fixed soon.

MOD DOWN TROLL (-1, Offtopic)

Anonymous Coward | about 9 years ago | (#13228857)

Clearly this is a troll. Please mod down.

On another note (-1, Offtopic)

Anonymous Coward | about 9 years ago | (#13228889)

they found homosexual linux penguins by these vents... [ [] ]

READ IT, good laugh... although pretty much unrelated =)

This is truly a first. (1)

mcrbids (148650) | about 9 years ago | (#13229022)

70 comments, and NOT ONE has made it to a modlevel of 3.

I wonder if this will be a first?

Anyway, I really wonder what the big deal is. If you have a robot with a computer control, what's the big deal if that control computer is managed by an SSH connection?

I spend ~ 6-10 hours per day managing a computer about 200 miles from my home, from my home, with a laptop, while watching my kids swim in the pool in my backyard patio.

Other than the bandwidth involved with video, what's the difference?

Re:This is truly a first. (-1, Flamebait)

Anonymous Coward | about 9 years ago | (#13229413)

Congrats on getting +3 asswipe!

Daleks (0)

Anonymous Coward | about 9 years ago | (#13229058)

One step closer to us all being Daleks. Fat zitty gross computer geeks who send robots out to the adventure site.

Kids, cool toy... but Richard Burton ya aint.

glad for the innovation... but laaaaame.

I'd pick a ride on the Trieste any day over a trip down to the oceanography department by the montlake cut.

Maybeeee all the research into mother nature isn't changing the way the world thinks because the researchers are more and more trying to avoid going into mother nature to experience her.


Take it to the Roland (1)

dj245 (732906) | about 9 years ago | (#13229100)

Hit him where it hurts- in the pocketbook. I go to his site, find the biggest, fattest, jpeg he is hosting at the moment, and then load just that picture once every 2 seconds using Opera's "reload every ..." feature. Over 24 hours it can add up to a couple of gigabytes. If many people did this it would quickly put a stop to these Roland Slashdot shenanigans.

Re:Take it to the Roland (0)

Anonymous Coward | about 9 years ago | (#13229458)

whatever you do don't run this on a OC/E3 pipe

bash-2.01 $ while [ true ] ; do wget -O - [] > /dev/null ; done

because that would be terrible

Link Me (1)

fbartho (840012) | about 9 years ago | (#13229601)

you wanna post a hyperlink? I'm too bored, and yet somehow not bored enough to bother go searching around his site.

Could they publish the IP of ROV, (1)

heitikender (655816) | about 9 years ago | (#13229224)

so we could slashdot it? Please?

Who has the movie rights? (1)

AndroidCat (229562) | about 9 years ago | (#13229301)

It could work. Argus and Hercules, two lovable explorer/archaeologist robots. Argus sounds like the thinker of the two, and Hercules is the strong impulsive one. Could one of them carry a bullwhip?

Indiana Joins, Robots of the Last Lost Temple of Atlantis Doom Crusade!

More information about the "Lost City" vents (1)

flabbergasted (518911) | about 9 years ago | (#13229309)

Do the lack of information about the actual dive site in the article, I went out looking for more information. You'll find more information here []

I gotta move (1)

museumpeace (735109) | about 9 years ago | (#13229387)

If they can get high speed internet in middle of the atlantic ocean but I can't even get DSL in most of my zipcode, its time to go.

Colleen Evans, left, and Zurich doctorate student (-1, Offtopic)

Anonymous Coward | about 9 years ago | (#13229403)

I'd like to send a probe into her hydrothermal vent.

A clarification, please (1)

wowbagger (69688) | about 9 years ago | (#13229426)

Whenever I see an article like "$FOO performed over high speed Internet link" I always want to ask:

Was this truly a high-speed Internet link, or was this merely a high-speed TCP/IP link? In other words, did the packets truly traverse the publicly accessible Internet (even if in the form of VPN traffic), or were they merely TCP/IP packets on a link that was completely separate from the publicly accessible Internet?

(Note: I would consider packets that traverse Internet2 to NOT be "On the Internet" as Internet2 is not really accessible to the general public.)

After all, if I say that I am controlling the antennas on my tower "over the Internet" when in truth all I am doing is controlling them over my local LAN from my shack to the tower controller, that would not be a correct statement. Now, if I am controlling them over an SSH session carried over the Internet, it would be.

Not all that is TCP/IP is Internet.

So, which is it: were these packets REALLY going over the Internet in any form, or was this a dedicated link?

its Sealink. and my girl will be on it next week (0)

Anonymous Coward | about 9 years ago | (#13229480)

they use sealink a sat provider. My girlfriend is a marine biology grad student and will be on one of noaa ships The Ronald H. Brown (she leaves tonight for the azores). She has commented on the new system is better for everyone as the PI (primary investigators) will be remote so they can have more help on the ship. This seems to work out as the PI seem to just get in everyones way anyways. For regular ship communications everyone gets emails (that get refereshed twice a day 11 and 6 EST I think).

Exploration of the Sea over Space (1)

rAiNsT0rm (877553) | about 9 years ago | (#13230042)

I'm one of the few people it seems that feels there is more information to be learned from our own vastly uncharted seas than far reaches of space.

I will never understand why we keep spending billions to remove trash from the ISS when we could be doing so much more here on Earth under the water.

Is it just not as sexy as space? More discoveries and information have been gleaned from what little oceanic research is done as compared to space. This has always been one of those head scratcher issues with me that I will never understand. Keep looking light-years away for answers when they could be right under your nose the whole time.
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