Hehe – i robbed some Code…

42k…08+15Bank – winkwwinnke.

headcrushingsinde-g-ck-b

…whoops – it is a BOMB!

214-36-2-58-112-04-01837

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OK, the only thing I’ve changed is the copyright statment… promise:
The Boring Page, Copyright 1996-2000. I wrote it. It’s mine.
You can link to it, tell your friends about it, and love it all you want.
There’s absolutely no reason that you should ever need to host the english text
on your server or send it in an e-mail. That would probably be meant to
lead people to believe that you wrote it… and you didn’t. Send the URL in e-mail
all you want. Foreign translations can be posted on other servers, but you must
tell me about it and I will link to yours.
That is all :)
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Src.: http://www.cavaliers.org/john/boring.html

Just a Note: Egofucker in Bunker in HH – was there and they Cheated ME – I HATE THIS STUPIS ASSHOLE, i know him since PushIT – and he knows ME – so lets Change the Rules – HE HAVE TO GO – He got no Flow! Home of the Braves – We don’t need This Motherfucking arrogance Face:
http://de.wikipedia.org/wiki/Hamburger_Flaktürme

^^Son of a Pusher Bitch.

Thanks to my Teacher @Grone – It was a Girl like my Mummy! I Hate Balzac CoffeeDrinker – IDIOTS! Just 1€ a Day 4 WWF! And you can save a Real Life.

Ach, so bevore ich es vergesse: Dumm Rumsülzen und andere die Arbeit machen lassen könnte ich auch – Ist aber nicht so mein Ding, aber das blickt son Marketingfuzzi ja NIE!!!

Sorry Thomas und Günni – ich dachte Wolfgang wäre mein Darth Vader:

A Short History of MS-DOS

Known variously as Seattle Computer 86-DOS, IBM Personal Computer DOS, and Zenith Z-DOS, MS-DOS was developed by Seattle Computer Products for its 8086-based computer system. The MS-DOS history is intertwined with the general development of software for 8086-based computers.

In May 1979, Seattle Computer made the first prototype of its 8086 microprocessor card for the S-100 bus. There were brief discussions with Digital Research about using one of Seattle Computer’s prototypes to aid in developing CP/M-86, which was to be ready “soon.” Although Seattle Computer was considering using CP/M-86 when it became available (expected no later than the end of 1979), there were only two working prototypes of the 8086 processor card, and it was felt that both were needed in house. Therefore, there wasn’t one free for Digital Research.

Microsoft had already started a strong 8086 software-development program. The firm was ready to try the 8086 version of Stand-Alone Disk BASIC, which is a version of its BASIC interpreter with a built-in operating system. During the last two weeks of May 1979, this BASIC was made completely functional using the hardware that Seattle Computer provided for Microsoft. Seattle Computer Products displayed the complete package (8086 running disk BASIC) in New York the first week of June at the 1979 National Computer Conference. (This was the first-ever public display of an 8086 BASIC and of an 8086 processor card for the S-100 bus.)

Seattle Computer shipped its first 8086 cards in November 1979, with Stand-Alone Disk BASIC as the only software to run on it. The months rolled by, and CP/M-86 was nowhere in sight. Finally, in April 1980, Seattle decided to create its own DOS. This decision resulted just as much from concern about CP/M’s shortcomings as from the urgent need for a general-purpose operating system.

The first versions of the operating system, called QDOS 0.10, were shipped in August 1980. QDOS stood for Quick and Dirty Operating System because it was thrown together in such a hurry (two man-months), but it worked surprisingly well. It had all the basic utilities for assembly-language development except an editor. One week later, Seattle Computer had created an operating system with an editor, an absurdity known as EDLIN (editor of lines). A primitive line-oriented system, it was supposed to last less than six months. (Unfortunately, it has lasted much longer than that as part MS-DOS.)

In the last few days of 1980, a new version of the DOS was released, now known as 86-DOS version 0.3. Seattle Computer passed this new version on to Microsoft, which had bought non-exclusive rights to market 86-DOS and had one customer for it at the time. Also about this time, Digital Research released the first copies of CP/M-86. In April 1981, Seattle Computer Products released 86-DOS version 1.00, which was very similar to the versions of MS-DOS that are widely distributed today.

In July 1981, Microsoft bought all rights to the DOS from Seattle Computer, and the name MS-DOS was adopted. Shortly afterward, IBM announced the Personal Computer, using as its operating system what was essentially Seattle Computer’s 86-DOS 1.14. Microsoft has been continuously improving the DOS, providing version 1.24 to IBM (as IBM’s version 1.1) with MS-DOS version 1.25 as the general release to all MS-DOS customers in March 1982. Now version 2.0, released in February 1983, has just been announced with IBM’s new XT computer.

Src.:  NICHT ANKLICKEN – Lieber in C# was Basteln!

Shit - i got none

mpf – na dann sagen wir halt nicht 1:0, sondern 1:1 – ok?

Datum: 10.01.2009 04:01:54
Datei: /b1gmail/index.php
Fehlernummer: 2013
Fehlerbeschreibung: Lost connection to MySQL server during query

Die Verbindung zur Datenbank konnte nicht hergestellt werden.

Need ISA for Approval.

Last Updated ( Tuesday, 18 November 2008 14:48 ) SGT

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P.s.: 80616042009 WC is gone TC owns @”The Big KlickKlickKlick Window”; the Mapping got new Errors – NL is not, but xyz is.

OK, Alright – World Hold ON!

lamb4whatreason

Charlotte Schmahl gave me new Infos for my Brain – i will start another Fight for the Glory for the Money!

Start will be a Man with Name Mathias Langmaack; Familiy Turn and Taxis (maybe Typoerror). You know this already – kk, but i am a Girl inside a Man and all what i need is FUN!
So in a Time before W2 was on the run they went over the Sea and USA grabbed the Money – Billions.
Give IT Back! They are a Part of my Ghostfamily – Fuckers of USA – All Lost? This is no Reason for Judgement! We have “The Day After” – so, well, you know what i mean! World Dom is not USA … these Happy People with yammiyammi-Food made my Day. Check Check Codename CiTOS Aquiered. LOve, love, LOVE – Easy Question – What happens to Pearl H. after Gernali was there??? Mhh, mhh – ANSWER! The biggest Harbour of World Overcomes the WORLD – very British i am – yes i know  this – I am Sir High from the Land of the Scotch – the Queen gave me this  Title – WoW – i have to admit: HH is Shit, But on  Singapur i could Stay – Why? These People are heartful – I Love You Man (Seen 21:31h) – God? ähm, i am no God, I am a Man with Love in my Heart – you are Crazy Commander “Sunkist” ;) Thanks for the Pics in this Docu. Oh – Jesus – Racing Team – Police Man in a Helicopter – one pfff, three pfff –  Take a deep Breath and Relax – ok. 21:33h Wot? Pirates in WoW – kk – i have them  - i was it in WoW – sry. Hehe – i am the Captain – but if they come i will say – it is the Man at the other House ;) I dont know the Code. GPS-Security in my Brain – superb – how long is the Batterylifetime? Aha – Inductionpower or so or well i will forget this.

I Guess they don’t want my Infos in the real World –  pls sent me a Copy – hrhrhr …

You are in the Army know – Dude – yes, Sir. Please sent me Money – Hamburg, Berlin in 3 Seconds? Häh? 30 Secs is OK … Maybee 180 with Maps from Google ;) :D <– i hate those Monkeysmileys … pfft Fuck Telekom – Fuck Me with Fucking Rates and you are Done!

Another Tweak: Contagan and the Knowledge in America and the illegal Sellery – FUCK YOU BASTARDS IN USA – Give me a Gun i come to Texas – Drunken Masters vs. Mr.Klar – Muhaaahahahaaahahaaa – I’ll FUCK YOU! I Sing a Song from pure Love! My Army is standing by my side – World Domination from T.: I am a private from there! Thank You Commander – Good Morning from a Girl @n-tv 21:15 20090109 Friday. I am a Sun from Sinjen – sorry for Typo. Thai – mmh – n1. T1 is here in DE. We ROCK the World – i am at 180° of what IQ or EQ? Mhh new Containers for me – nice Dudes – you rock my World i Love that – 45 Containers – calm down please – hey – it is ok to move slow – i love it to move quick, but when i gous to a Girl – don’t do the Quick Move – Girls need Time to Play. KamaKama from Sutra – he i cannot lie – and i can play Cardgames on a Board of Rice ;)

So – let me Entertain you – i will follow some Infos from Wiki – just for my MS-Brain.

äh, wtf? http://de.wikipedia.org/wiki/Langmaack my Brother …

wähhha – Dead End:

Web,Suchmaschinen,Fixx.de,Programme,HTML,CSS,XML,werkzeuge,internet,starthilfe
Webseite: http://www.kurzpfennig.de
Beschreibung: Hier sind die besten Linkz zu Serialz, Crackz, DVDz und MP3z
Seiten die es im Internet gibt. Und das alles ohne Pop-ups
und 0190 Dialer, sondern nur TopLinks.
Anschrift: Matthias Langmaack
Matthias Langmaack
Gildeweg 28
23812 Wahlstedt

Superb – my Brain is Hacked – which Bladecenter is my Brain? RoRoRo prints new Books – Why not? Ching is not only for the Chong – we know the Zonk :D
Matchbox Racing Game for the Fans – juchey… Where ist my Car?

Öhm – sorry Mister Twister von YOU GOT TOO MUCH MONEY http://de.wikipedia.org/wiki/Albert_II._von_Thurn_und_Taxis

My Daddy is Mr.FlatEx – so you are MY ASS – gave Money BACK from your Billions to 3rd World – I  cannot see some  Infos – i see your cool Sunglasses and guess what – it is not my fault to be a Assholefucker! Houston we got antother Psychologic Target – He thinks he is a Prince – lets make a new Error, or a Bug or a simple Heart Attack! Billions of Money he got – this is no good – i got NULL Money – so PISS Off and Give me my Part – MiTMAttack TK enabled.

400px-albert_thurn_und_taxis_20080629_norisring_660x990

Sir.Terror von Taxis my Name – HELLO! Too much Money for just 1 Person you got!
Albert Prinz von Thurn und Taxis

Need Infos about – WE The Alliance need Money! So – Quit driving shit Cars and spent your Money – my Gay Honey.

Ja, ja lachet Ihr nur ich armer Tor vom Ben Knie Obi… He – i found a new Friend:

http://www.cavaliers.org/john/boring.html

Just a Reminder from the Army

Hier sollte ein Screenshot von WoW sein – Leider ist das http-Protokoll bzw. die Engine hier gerade kaputt.

Sorry, dass ich hier mit alten Kamellen ankomme
- dennoch und nur zur Erinnerung was meine WoW-Seele ausmacht.
Würd mich freuen, wenn es hier ähnliche Threads für andere Chars geben würde…
Ich finde den Text echt obergeil in der englischen Fassung
- da wird mir richtig anders bei dem Text, da kann ich mich total wiederfinden…
Ehre, Stolz und der ungebrochene Wille in treuester Pflicht/Bestimmungserfüllung sein Leben für die Horde, die Gilde, seine Freunde zu Opfern.
Immer Auge um Auge, Zahn um Zahn, kein großer HokusPokus, ehrlich was auf die Fresse ist meine Welt.
Aber es ist ja kein Opfer – es ist meine Aufgabe, meine Bestimmung, mein Leben…
…mist, irgendwie werde ich das Gefühl nicht los, dass ich mich da wieder zu doll reinsteigere.
(Is it Reality or is this a Phantasy?)

I am the Warrior.

When you see me, I will, most likely, not be attired formally. I will be encased in my steel. It will be dirty, bloody, and battered. I do not have a quick tongue or eloquent speech. I know nothing of the manners of the King’s court, or the ettiquette of the formal ball.

I am known by many names. Tank. Meatshield. Fighter. Brawler. Corpse.

I am the Warrior.

I have not the capability, nor the inclination, to hide. I cannot strike from stealth with devastating blows, then fade into the darkness. I cannot incinerate a foe from twenty paces away. I cannot deal death from a distance, safe from the return attacks of my enemy. In order to kill, I must close with the enemy. I see his eyes. I smell his breath. I taste his fear. And he tastes mine.

I cannot bend Nature to do my bidding. I cannot tap into the Nether and force it to do what I command. I cannot study the arcane and master it to my control. I command nought but my mind, my body, and my will. It is by those, and those alone, that I stand or fall.

I have no friends on my journey. No walkers of the void, summoned from the Nether as servants and bodyguards. No loyal beasts of the plains or woods, to defend me and comfort me in my pain. My sole companion is my weapon. I must care for it better than any hunter has ever cared for his beast. I must master it more than any warlock has ever mastered his demon. Without me, it is useless. Without it, I am nothing.

I cannot heal. I cannot shield. I cannot call upon the gods and see my prayers answered. I call to the spirits of my ancestors in the heat of battle, and they are silent. My only ability to protect is to offer myself, my blood and bone and sinew, as a sacrifice. To draw the attacks of our foes. To take the blows that would kill a lesser being, and continue to fight on.

I cannot kill with the speed and grace of the rogue, the suddenness and shock of the hunter, or the flamboyance and power of the mage. When I kill, it is a slow business. Slow and bloody for all concerned, myself included. I fight on, pummeled and battered so that my companions may receive the glory of the kill and the wreaths of victory. If I die and they yet live, it is an expected sacrifice.

I come in all races, all sizes. I fight under a thousand flags, on a million battlefields. I am dismissed by the highborn, scorned by the noble, lectured by the priest, and forgotten by the peasant. Until the time when the trumpets of battle sound, and those who would destroy them come forth. And then the cry goes up…”Where, oh where, is the Warrior?”

Pray to your gods that I continue to answer that call.

Few do answer the call. Fewer still survive. It is a long and hard road, this way of the Warrior. Along it lie pain, and fear, and death. Scant rewards and scanter gratitude. At the end, for most, is an anonymous grave on some windblown battlefield. If they are lucky.

And yet, I fight on. I do not even know why. Perhaps for glory, perhaps for fame, perhaps for money, perhaps for my country, perhaps for my family. Perhaps it is simply all I know how to do. But fight I will. Whether you appreciate it or not. Whether you even notice it or not. I will be out there, on the battle lines. Fighting. Killing. Dying.

I am the Warrior.

Death is my business.

Be it yours…or mine.

———————————————

Nun, ja und für die nicht so gut mit dem englischen klar kommenden Members:

Ich bin der Krieger!

Wenn ihr mich seht, bin ich wahrscheinlich nicht gekleidet wie es üblich ist. Ich bin eingeschlossen in kalten Stahl. Er wird schmutzig sein, blutig und zerbeult. Ich habe keine schnelle Zunge und führe keine gewandten Gespräche. Ich weiß nichts von den Manieren an des Königs Hof, oder über das Benehmen auf einem feierlichen Ball.

Ich bin bekannt unter vielen Namen: Panzer. Lebender Schild. Kämpfer. Rowdy. Leiche.

Ich habe weder die Fähigkeit, noch die Neigung, mich zu verstecken. Ich kann nicht aus der Verborgenheit vernichtende Schläge anbringen und wieder in die Dunkelheit verschwinden. Ich kann keinen Feind aus zwanzig Schritt Entfernung verbrennen. Ich kann nicht den Tod aus der Ferne bringen, sicher vor den Gegenangriffen meines Feindes. Um zu töten, muss ich mich dem Feind nähern. Ich sehe seine Augen, ich rieche seinen Atem. Ich schmecke seine Angst. Und er die meine.

Ich kann nicht der Natur meinen Willen aufzwingen. Ich kann nicht das Jenseits anzapfen und es zwingen meinem Befehl zu gehorchen. Ich kann nicht die arkane Kunst studieren und sie unter meine Kontrolle bringen. Ich habe über nichts anderes Gewalt außer über meinen Geist, meinen Körper und meinen Willen. Durch diese, und nur durch sie allein, stehe oder falle ich.

Mich begleiten keine Freunde auf meinen Reisen. Keine Leerwandler, beschworen aus dem Jenseits als Diener und Beschützer. Keine treuen Biester aus den Ebenen oder Wäldern, die mich beschützen und meinen Schmerz lindern. Mein einziger Begleiter ist meine Waffe. Ich pflege sie besser als jeder Jäger sein Tier pflegt. Ich beherrsche sie besser als jeder Hexer seinen Dämon beherrscht. Ohne mich ist sie nutzlos. Ohne sie bin ich nichts.

Ich kann nicht heilen, und ich kann keinen göttlichen Schutz in Anspruch nehmen. Ich kann nicht zu den Göttern beten und mein Gebet erhört wissen. In der Hitze der Schlacht rufe ich die Geister meiner Ahnen an, und sie schweigen. Meine einzige Fähigkeit zum Schutz ist mich selbst, mein Blut, meine Knochen und meine Sehnen als Opfergabe darzubieten. Die Angriffe unserer Feinde auf mich zu lenken. Die Schläge einzustecken, die ein niederes Geschöpf töten würden, und weiter zu kämpfen.

Ich kann nicht mit dem Geschick und der Grazie eines Schurken töten, der Abruptheit und Plötzlichkeit eines Jägers, oder dem Schmuck und der Macht eines Magiers. Wenn ich töte, ist es ein langsames Geschäft. Langsam und blutig für alle Beteiligten, mich eingeschlossen. Ich kämpfe weiter, geschlagen und ramponiert, auf dass meinen Mitstreiter die Ehre des Sieges zuteil wird. Wenn ich sterbe und sie doch leben, ist es ein lohnendes Opfer.

Es gibt mich in allen Rassen, allen Größen. Ich kämpfe unter Tausend Bannern, auf Millionen Schlachtfeldern. Ich werde missachtet von den Hochgeborenen, beleidigt vom Adel, belehrt von den Priestern und vergessen von den einfachen Bürgern. Bis die Zeit kommt wenn die Fanfaren der Schlacht erneut ertönen und jene, die sie zerstören mögen sich zeigen. Dann erschallt wieder der Ruf… “Wo nur, wo ist der Krieger?”

Betet zu euren Göttern, dass ich diesem Ruf weiter folgen möge.

Wenige folgen dem Ruf. Die wenigsten überleben. Es ist ein langer und steiniger Weg, der Weg des Kriegers. Auf ihm liegt der Schmerz, die Angst und der Tod. Karger Lohn und wenig Dankbarkeit. Am Ende bleibt für die meisten nur ein anonymes Grab auf irgendeinem windumwehten Schlachtfeld. Wenn sie Glück haben.

Und doch kämpfe ich weiter. Ich weiß nicht einmal wofür. Vielleicht für den Ruhm, vielleicht für Ehre, vielleicht für mein Land, oder für meine Familie. Vielleicht ist es das Einzige, was ich wirklich kann. Doch ich werde kämpfen. Ob ihr es nun zu schätzen wisst oder nicht. Ob ihr es überhaupt merkt oder nicht. Ich werde da sein, in der Schlachtreihe. Kämpfend. Tötend. Sterbend.

Ich bin der Krieger.

Der Tod ist mein geschäft.

Sei es der eure… oder der meine.

MfG
Ex-Weedwarden

P.s.: Dieser Text ist quasi direkt aus der Bibel geschossen, aber wer noch nicht geblickt hat, dass er zuviel Zeit im I-Net verbringt – macht ja nischt – geht ja nur ums Leben …

Human stupity will never stop!

A is or no D is or H or is S

Hiroshima has eight wards (ku):

Emblem	Ward	Population	Area (km²)	Density (per km²)
	Aki-ku	78,176	94.01	832
	Asakita-ku	156,368	353.35	443
	Asaminami-ku	220,351	117.19	1,880
	Higashi-ku	122,045	39.38	3,099
	Minami-ku	138,138	26.09	5,295
	Naka-ku	125,208	15.34	8,162
	Nishi-ku	184,881	35.67	5,183
	Saeki-ku	135,789	223.98	606
Population as of October 31, 2006  Shut Down Atombombing! Use it 4Civil Energy Production. Cast away A-Bombs!

Business
 Education
 Engineering
 Graphic Design
 Healthcare
 Human Services
 Legal
 Technology´<– Sir? His Name is MixA-Lot

Mayday, Mayday another TRY – DO IT!!!

mona knows the trick

 

In the Christian Gospels, the Last Supper (also called the Lord’s Supper or Mystical Supper) was the last meal Jesus shared with his Twelve Apostles and disciples before his death. The Last Supper has been the subject of many paintings, perhaps the most famous by Leonardo da Vinci.

According to what Paul the Apostle recounted in 1 Corinthians 11:23–26, in the course of the Last Supper, and with specific reference to eating bread and drinking from a cup, Jesus told his disciples, “Do this in remembrance of me”

Why the F. does nobody act in this pact? You got Money? Fine – GIVE IT not only away – share your Gold, share just a helping Hand, share your love, share your hate, share just share – i doesn’t matter when and what – BUT SHARE!!! Orientations=? Expect the Une.,. The N.w.o. IS based on Ter.? This is the ’cause of the blessed! I see the TV and the only think i see is the way of Time based Axis’es of the born dead Living – Try it out – @End you Die. 
19+84 

iF this does not work – you can start here or maybe it IS the End?

echo simple command: $(basename $0)  # call external “basename” function

echo 
echo first: “$1″
echo second: “$2″
echo third: “$3″ 

src.: http://www.amnesty.org/en/appeals-for-action/detainees-held-usa-risk-if-transferred-iraqi-custody

from the Moon