The Linux Filesystem Challenge 654
Joe Barr writes "Mark Stone has thrown down the gauntlet for Linux filesystem developers in his thoughtful essay on Linux.com. The basic premise is that Linux must find a next-generation filesystem to keep pace with Microsoft and Apple, both of whom are promising new filesystems in a year or two. Never mind that Microsoft has been promising its "innovative" native database/filesystem (copying an idea from IBM's hugely successful OS/400) for more than ten years now. Anybody remember Cairo?"
Re:bah! (Score:5, Funny)
Compatible (Score:5, Funny)
Linux.com (Score:3, Funny)
Re:Filesystems are tools (Score:4, Funny)
Wow, your grandmother has production webservers! Cool.
Re:MOD'd Troll???? (Score:3, Funny)
Re:New FS (Score:2, Funny)
um ya but they're still behind in that crucial name changing area. Hey maybe we can have a plugin change file names at random, that would surely out-do firebird.
Re:not so fast ... (Score:5, Funny)
Didn't you know? Linux is a penis (Score:2, Funny)
Microsoft is the big penis. It got big through buying lots of natural herbs, getting its dick sucked by lesser folk, and having an expensive personal trainer make them do cock pushups everyday.
Apple is the small penis, but it works hard to make itself look bigger by trimming the pubes around the base of its shaft. Commonly, the pubes are trimmed into artistic mutton chops, and you'll see cockrings and piercings.
Linux is the extremely tiny penis, desperately trying to extend itself with a very painful penis pump. It's also desperately downing lots of penis enlargment pills and furiously masturbating itself in any attempt whatsoever to compete with the other guys.
The other two penises accept their size and work with it. The Linux penis tries to be the other penises.
Be your own penis, Linux!
Re:not so fast ... (Score:3, Funny)
MORTICIAN: Here -- he says he's not dead!
CUSTOMER: Yes, he is.
DEAD PERSON: I'm not!
MORTICIAN: He isn't.
CUSTOMER: Well, he will be soon, he's very ill.
DEAD PERSON: I'm getting better!
CUSTOMER: No, you're not -- you'll be stone dead in a moment.
MORTICIAN: Oh, I can't take him like that -- it's against regulations.
DEAD PERSON: I don't want to go in the cart!
CUSTOMER: Oh, don't be such a baby.
MORTICIAN: I can't take him...
DEAD PERSON: I feel fine!
CUSTOMER: Oh, do us a favor...
MORTICIAN: I can't.
CUSTOMER: Well, can you hang around a couple of minutes? He won't be long.
MORTICIAN: Naaah, I got to go on to Robinson's -- they've lost nine today.
CUSTOMER: Well, when is your next round?
MORTICIAN: Thursday.
DEAD PERSON: I think I'll go for a walk.
CUSTOMER: You're not fooling anyone y'know. Look, isn't there something you can do?
DEAD PERSON: I feel happy... I feel happy. [whop]
CUSTOMER: Ah, thanks very much.
MORTICIAN: Not at all. See you on Thursday.
Sorry, I just couldn't resist.
(stolen mercilessly from here [inav.net]). Mad props to Monty Python).
Re:New FS (Score:3, Funny)
Re:Didn't you know? Linux is a penis (Score:1, Funny)
i don't even want to imagine beowolf cluster of these...
Ah, Cairo. (Score:3, Funny)
Do i remember Cairo? How could I forget it. It was the first time I'd ever laid eyes on you, and my thoughts have been consumed by that moment ever since.
It was hot - the sun in the sky, and the Egyptian counterintelligence on the ground. Very hot indeed. Dust filled the bazaar, crowded with people and the scent of spices. The cameras around my neck (for show, of course) seemed to grow heavier throughout the day, and the perspiration threatened to show through my white linen suit.
I stopped by a stall and pretended to peruse the knives for sale, but under the horn-rimmed sunglasses, my eyes scanned the bazaar. I was worried - you were supposed to be here an hour ago.
As I turned back into the crowd, I saw you. I will never forget that moment. Your face was mostly covered by the traditional dress of the region, but your eyes were glittering blue jewels that mesmerized me.
I stood unable to move for several seconds. Coming to my senses, I gave the pre-arranged signal: taking the hat from my head, I wiped my forehead and the back of my neck with a handkerchief, exposing the black widow spider design stitched into its corner.
Immediately, you relaxed, smiled with your eyes, turned, and walked into a dark, dusty doorway, and I followed after you.
And so I have followed you ever since. I tried to remain professional, but I was merely denying to myself what I already knew on that first day: I was doomed. It was a classic case of giving way to my heart, and in this business, that is the first step to giving away your life.
In the previous cell - the torture cell - there was nothing but blackness, and agony. Here, there is at least a crack in the ceiling. Light sometimes filters through the perpetual dust, and it falls across me during certain times of the day. In the dustbeams, I still see you. Even after everything, I see you every day, not knowing what thoughts hold court behind that beautiful, mysterious face.
The dysentery has left me quite weak, so I don't often move. There is no water here, and no food. But mostly it is the lack of water. That's what will get me in the end. I've been put here to die. In these final days, I don't think of the apple orchard in Indiana, or of my mother, or of the ice storm that trapped me in the mountains so many years ago. I think only of you, and the bazaar, and that moment I first met you. I think of... CAIRO.
Re:New FS (Score:3, Funny)
Or did I get the order wrong?
Re:Laughable - at best. Likely just worthy of a gr (Score:3, Funny)
I assume you're finding those particular MP3s so you can delete them. Badoom tish.