[LUAU] Bug Report

Jim Thompson jim at netgate.com
Thu Jun 28 19:41:48 PDT 2007


Camron W. Fox wrote:
> Jim Thompson wrote:
>> Angela Kahealani wrote:
>>> On Wednesday, 2007-06-27 17:41:05 Jim Thompson wrote:
>>>> Right, lets launch GPLv3 in the six hours before the iPhone
>>>> madness^Whysteria reaches its logical peek.
>>>
>>> I believe "logical" is erroneous;
>>> perhaps you meant "reality distortion field".
>>
>> no.  The iPhone "goes on sale" at 6pm (local time) on June 29. 
>> Scheduling a press conference for the GPLv3 a mere 6 hours previous is 
>> sheer stupidity.
>>
>>> I KNOW "peek" is erroneous; you meant "peak".
>>
>> yes, I offer you my apologia.
>>
>>>> Insert obligatory joke with rms shouting, "Can you hear me now?" from
>>>> the podium of an empty theatre while choppers circle the nearest AT&T
>>>
>>> you've confused your brands.. it's VeriZon^H^H^H^H^H^H^HHawaiianTelCom
>>> not AT&T^H^H^H^HCingular^H^H^H^H^H^H^H^HAT&T
>>> where everyone^H^H^H^H^H^H^Hthe symbolic geek keeps asking:
>>> "Can you hear me now?",
>>> to which the person on the other and replies:
>>> "It's the No^Hetwork!"
>>
>> Yes, I am familiar with the fact that, "Can you hear me now?" is 
>> Verizon's advertising gimmick.  And yes, I meant what I said.
>>
>>>> store where armed guards escort the privileged few owners of shinny
>>>> new hardware back to their cars in order to ward-off the muggings.
>>>
>>> Wouldn't that be "hackings" instead of "muggings"?
>>
>> If the iPhone ends up as an object of status (or perhaps only 
>> 'desire'), then I can see a situation develop whereby those "lucky 
>> few" who stand in line for one are subsequently relieved of their 
>> shinny new phone via violence or threats thereof.
>>
>> Is that clear enough?
>>
>> Billy Joel has a song titled, "Angry Young Man", they lyrics of which 
>> remind me of Stallman.  Google for it.
>>
>> cave fatuum!
>>
>> jim
>> _______________________________________________
> Jim,
> 
>     Maybe Angela knows something we don't...
> 
> http://www.kahealani.com/~kahealan/angela_kahealani.html


Maybe, but s/he didn't predict Steve-o giving all the Apple Employees a 
free 8GB iPhone by the end of July.

Also said (during the company-wide Steve-note):

"Apple employees will be able to tell their grandkids that they were at 
Apple when they launched the iPhone, and that it was all worth the 
sacrifice."

Which is just too close to Shakespeare for me.  Quoting "Henry V":

What's he that wishes so?
My cousin Westmorland. No, my fair cousin:
If we are marked to die, we are enow
To do our country loss; and if to live,
The fewer men, the greater share of honour.
God's will, I pray thee, wish not one man more.
By Jove, I am not covetous for gold,
Nor care I who doth feed upon my cost;
It ernes me not if men my garments wear;
Such outward things dwell not in my desires:
But if it be a sin to covet honour,
I am the most offending soul alive.
No, faith, my coz, wish not a man from England:
God's peace, I would not lose so great an honour
As one man more, methinks, would share from me
For the best hope I have. O, do not wish one more.
Rather proclaim it presently through my host,
That he which hath no stomach to this fight,
Let him depart. His passport shall be made
And crowns for convoy put into his purse:
We would not die in that man's company
That fears his fellowship to die with us.
This day is called the Feast of Crispian:
He that outlives this day, and comes safe home,
Will stand a-tiptoe when the day is named,
And rouse him at the name of Crispian.
He that shall see this day and live t'old age,
Will yearly on the vigil feast his neighbours,
And say "To-morrow is Saint Crispian":
Then will he strip his sleeve and show his scars
And say "These wounds I had on Crispin's day."
Old men forget: yet all shall be forgot,
But he'll remember with advantages
What feats he did that day. Then shall our names,
Familiar in his mouth as household words
Harry the King, Bedford and Exeter,
Warwick and Talbot, Salisbury and Gloucester,
Be in their flowing cups freshly remembered.
This story shall the good man teach his son;
And Crispin Crispian shall ne'er go by,
 From this day to the ending of the world,
But we in it shall be remember'd;
We few, we happy few, we band of brothers;
For he today that sheds his blood with me
Shall be my brother; be he ne'er so vile,
This day shall gentle his condition:
And gentlemen in England now abed
Shall think themselves accursed they were not here,
And hold their manhoods cheap whiles any speaks
That fought with us upon Saint Crispin's day. (IV, iii)

Highbrow my culus,

Jim



More information about the LUAU mailing list