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glook
07.04.2010 - 15:23

сообщение %1

к0s7ёr
#1 - 07.04.2010 - 15:40

№2

к0s7ёr
#2 - 07.04.2010 - 15:40

№3

к0s7ёr
#3 - 07.04.2010 - 15:41

№4

весёлый тролль
#4 - 07.04.2010 - 16:03

/me только что совершенно по другому посмотрел на фразу "бросить в костёр"

glook
#5 - 07.04.2010 - 16:48

%5

к0s7ёr
#6 - 07.04.2010 - 17:05

бросаться в меня чем-либо ненадо...

к0s7ёr
#7 - 07.04.2010 - 17:44

дайте ссылку на прикольную сценку по теме информатика... или же можно миниатюры... по цитатнику лазить задолбался... участников 6 человек...

glook
#8 - 07.04.2010 - 17:47

1. привет
2. хай
3. и тебе
4. здарова!!!!
5. приветик :)
6. отвали.

к0s7ёr
#9 - 07.04.2010 - 18:01

а еще? нам минут 5 на сцене стоять...

к0s7ёr
#10 - 07.04.2010 - 18:06

если бы у нас линух проходили, было бы проще...

42
#11 - 07.04.2010 - 18:09

:G

к0s7ёr
#12 - 07.04.2010 - 18:26

дело в том, что в техникуме про линух знают лишь 2 человека - я и мой классный...

glook
#13 - 07.04.2010 - 18:34

при желании растянуть время, приведенный мной диалог можно повторить нужное число раз.

к0s7ёr
#14 - 07.04.2010 - 20:05

получится маразм о том, как шесть идиотов хзскоковремени здороваются между собой...

трололо
#15 - 08.04.2010 - 15:55

что сложного в генту? объясните нубу-виндоузятнику.

freeZ
#16 - 08.04.2010 - 15:55

%6

freeZ
#17 - 08.04.2010 - 15:55

%7

glook
#18 - 08.04.2010 - 15:59

ыуеЕкгуАшкыеЕшьуШТуувЕрфе

freeZ
#19 - 08.04.2010 - 19:22

*и никто не видит, что я чуть не спалился* может кто-нибудь наконец поможет бедному трололо?

42
#20 - 08.04.2010 - 22:10

#15, ожидание, пока оно наконец скомпилится.

трололо
#21 - 08.04.2010 - 22:13

сделаем проще.
опишите генту и все ее сложности мне. кто я - написано в #15

Вдкъы
#22 - 08.04.2010 - 22:44

В дженту сложность,поставить,чтобы всё работало =)
хотя бы чтобы просто работало =)

freeZ
#23 - 08.04.2010 - 22:52

аа... ну теперь ясно.

42
#24 - 08.04.2010 - 22:56

хотя бы чтобы просто стояло, даже не работая

glook
#25 - 09.04.2010 - 09:55

работало не вставая

Циник
#26 - 09.04.2010 - 10:46

>опишите генту и все ее сложности
в генту две основные сложности:
1. выпрямить себе руки(при необходимости ещё и переставить их на плечи)
2. включить мозг

glook
#27 - 09.04.2010 - 11:09

пересобрать ядро мозга силой мысли

glook
#28 - 09.04.2010 - 12:55

Z

Grigfather
#29 - 09.04.2010 - 13:41

99 бутылок пива на стене
99 бутылок пива!
Возьми одну, пусти по кругу
98 бутылок пива на стене!

glook
#30 - 09.04.2010 - 14:04

18 000 9 888 9 9 9 664 77 77777980 0399

glook
#31 - 09.04.2010 - 14:10

I live in a town called Millhaven
And it's small and it's mean and it's cold
But if you come around just as the sun goes down
You can watch the whole town turn to gold
It's around about then that I used to go a-roaming
Singing La la la la La la la lie
All God's children they all gotta die

My name is Loretta but I prefer Lottie
I'm closing in on my fifteenth year
And if you think you have seen a pair of eyes more green
Then you sure didn't see them around here
My hair is yellow and I'm always a-combing
La la la la La la la lie
Mama often told me we all got to die

You must have heard about The Curse Of Millhaven
How last Christmas Bill Blake's little boy didn't come home
They found him next week in One Mile Creek
His head bashed in and his pockets full of stones
Well, just imagine all the wailing and moaning
La la la la La la la lie
Even little Billy Blake's boy, he had to die

Then Professor O'Rye from Millhaven High
Found nailed to his door his prize-winning terrier
Then next day the old fool brought little Biko to school
And we all had to watch as he buried her
His eulogy to Biko had all the tears a-flowing
La la la la La la la lie
Even God's little creatures, they have to die

Our little town fell into a state of shock
A lot of people were saying things that made little sense
Then the next thing you know the head of Handyman Joe
Was found in the fountain of the Mayor's residence
Foul play can really get a small town going
La la la la La la la lie
Even God's children all have to die

Then, in a cruel twist of fate, old Mrs Colgate
Was stabbed but the job was not complete
The last thing she said before the cops pronounced her dead
Was, "My killer is Loretta and she lives across the street!"
Twenty cops burst through my door without even phoning
La la la la La la la lie
The young ones, the old ones, they all gotta die

Yes, it is I, Lottie. The Curse Of Millhaven
I've struck horror in the heart of this town
Like my eyes ain't green and my hair ain't yellow
It's more like the other way around
I gotta pretty little mouth underneath all the foaming
La la la la La la la lie
Sooner or later we all gotta die

Since I was no bigger than a weavil they've been saying I was evil
That if "bad" was a boot that I'd fit it
That I'm a wicked young lady, but I've been trying hard lately
O fuck it! I'm a monster! I admit it!
It makes me so mad my blood really starts a-going
La la la la La la la lie
Mama always told me that we all gotta die

Yeah, I drowned the Blakey kid, stabbed Mrs. Colgate, I admit
Did the handyman with his circular saw in his garden shed
But I never crucified little Biko, that was two junior high school psychos
Stinky Bohoon and his friend with the pumpkin-sized head
I'll sing to the lot, now you got me going
La la la la La la la lie
All God's children have all gotta die

There were all the others, all our sisters and brothers
You assumed were accidents, best forgotten
Recall the children who broke through the ice on Lake Tahoo?
Everyone assumed the "Warning" signs had followed them to the bottom
Well, they're underneath the house where I do quite a bit of stowing
La la la la La la la lie
Even twenty little children, they had to die

And the fire of '91 that razed the Bella Vista slum
There was the biggest shit-fight this country's ever seen
Insurance companies ruined, land lords getting sued
All cause of wee girl with a can of gasoline
Those flames really roared when the wind started blowing
La la la la La la la lie
Rich man, poor man, all got to die

Well I confessed to all these crimes and they put me on trial
I was laughing when they took me away
Off to the asylum in an old black Mariah
It ain't home, but you know, it's fucking better than jail
It ain't such bad old place to have a home in
La la la la La la la lie
All God's children they all gotta die

Now I got shrinks that will not rest with their endless Rorschach tests
I keep telling them they're out to get me
They ask me if I feel remorse and I answer, "Why of course!
There is so much more I could have done if they'd let me!"
So it's Rorschach and Prozac and everything is groovy
Singing La la la la La la la lie
All God's children they all have to die

La la la la La la la lie
I'm happy as a lark and everything is fine
Singing La la la la La la la lie
Yeah, everything is groovy and everything is fine
Singing La la la la La la la lie
All God's children they gotta die

Someone
#32 - 10.04.2010 - 07:37

Man, gimme an mp3!

gdulhr
#33 - 12.04.2010 - 00:33

Бутерброд падает хлебом в верх.
Воды в стакане скока надо, просто он большой.

glook
#34 - 12.04.2010 - 09:41

http://musicmp3.spb.ru/album/649/murder_ballads.htm
The Curse Of Millhaven

glook
#35 - 12.04.2010 - 10:24

оттуда же.

I am tall and I am thin
Of an enviable height
And I've been known to be quite handsome
From a certain angle and a certain light

Well I entered into O'Malley's
Said, "O'Malley I have a thirst"
O'Malley merely smiled at me
said "You wouldn't be the first"

I knocked on the bar and pointed
To a bottle on the shelf
And as O'Malley poured me out a drink
I sniffed and crossed myself

My hand decided that the time was nigh
And for a moment it slipped from view
And when it returned, it fairly burned
With confidence anew

Well the thunder from my steely fist
Made all the glasses jangle
When I shot him, I was so handsome
It was the light, it was the angle

Huh! Hmmmmm

"Neighbours!" I cried, "Friends!" I screamed
I banged my fist upon the bar
"I bear no grudge against you!"
And my dick felt long and hard
"I am the man for which no God waits
And for which the whole world yearns
I'm marked by darkness and by blood
And one thousand powder-burns"

Well, you know those fish with swollen lips
That clean the ocean floor?
When I looked at poor O'Malley's wife
That is exactly what I saw

I jammed the barrel under her chin
And her face looked raw and vicious
Her head it landed in the sink
With all the dirty dishes

Her little daughter Siobhan
Pulled beers from dusk till dawn
And amongst the townfolk, she was a bit of a joke
But she pulled the best beers in town

I swooped magnificent upon her
As she sat shivering in her grief
Like the Madonna painted on the church-house wall
In whale's blood and banana leaf

Her throat it crumbled in my fist
And I spun heroically around
To see Caffrey rising from his seat
I shot that motherfucker down

Mmmmmmmmm Yeah Yeah Yeah

"I have no free will," I sang
As I flew about the murder
Mrs. Richard Holmes, she screamed
You really should have heard her
I sang and I laughed, I howled and I wept
I panted like a pup
I blew a hole in Mrs. Richard Holmes
And her husband he stood up

And he screamed, "You are an evil man"
And I paused a while to wonder
"If I have no free will then how could I
Be morally culpable, I wonder"

I shot Richard Holmes in the stomach
And gingerly he sat down
And he whispered weirdly, "No offense"
And lay upon the ground

"None taken," I replied to him
With which he gave a little cough
With blazing wings I neatly aimed
And blew his head completely off

I've lived in this town for thirty years
And to no-one I am a stranger
And I put new bullets in my gun
Chamber upon chamber

And when I turned my gun on the bird-like Mr. Brookes
I thought of Saint Francis and his sparrows
And as I shot down the youthful Richardson
It was Sebastian I thought of, and his arrows

Hhhhhhhhhhhh Mmmmmmmmm

I said, "I want to introduce myself
And I'm glad that you all came"
And I leapt upon the bar
And shouted out my name

Well Jerry Bellows, he hugged his stool
Closed his eyes and shrugged and laughed
And with an ashtray as big as a fucking big brick
I split his head in half

His blood spilled across the bar
Like a streaming scarlet brook
And I knelt at it's edge on the counter
Wiped the tears away and looked

Well, the light in there was blinding
Full of God and ghosts and truth
I smiled at Henry Davenport
Who made an attempt to move

Well, from the position I was standing
The strangest thing I ever saw
The bullet entered through the top of his chest
And blew his bowels out on the floor

Well I floated down the counter
Showing no remorse
I shot a hole in Kathleen Carpenter
Recently divorced

But remorse I felt and remorse I had
It clung to everything
From the raven hair upon my head
To the feathers on my wings

Then I squeezed my hand in it's fraudulent claw
With it's golden hairless chest
And I glided through the bodies
And killed the fat man Vincent West

Who sat quietly in his chair
A man become a child
And I raised the gun up to his head
Executioner-style

He made no attempt to resist
So fat and dull and lazy
"Do you know I lived in your street?" I cried
And he looked at me as though I was crazy

"O", he said, "I had no idea"
And he grew as quiet as a mouse
And the roar of the pistol when it went off
Near blew the hat right off the house

Well, I caught my eye in the mirror
And gave it a long and loving inspection
"There stands some kind of man", I roared
And there did, in the reflection

My hair combed back like a raven's wing
My muscles hard and tight
And curling from he business end of my gun
Was a query-mark of cordite

Well I spun to the left, I spun to the right
And I spun to the left again
"Fear me! Fear me!"
But no one did cause they were all dead

Huh! Hmmmmmmmm
And then there were the police sirens wailing
And a bull-horn squelched and blared
"Drop your weapons and come out
With your hands held in the air"

Well, I checked the chambers of my gun
Saw I had one final bullet left
My hand, it looked almost human
As I help it to my head

"Drop your weapon and come out!
Keep you hands above your head!"
Well, I had one long hard think about dying
And did exactly what they said

There must have been fifty cops out there
In a circle around O'Malley's bar
"Don't shoot", I cried "I'm a man unarmed!"
So they put me in their car

And they sped me away from that terrible scene
And I glanced out of the window
Saw O'Malley's bar, saw the cops and the cars
And started counting on my fingers

Aaaaaaaaah One Aaaaaaaah Two Aaaaaah Three Aaaah Four
O'Malley's bar O'Malley's bar

glook
#36 - 12.04.2010 - 17:30

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весёлый тролль
#37 - 12.04.2010 - 18:13

glook, brainfuck?

T0L1K
#38 - 12.04.2010 - 18:44

Всегда было интересно зачем был придуман брэинфак?

T0L1K
#39 - 12.04.2010 - 18:58

Точнее его смысл существования?

весёлый тролль
#40 - 12.04.2010 - 19:00

T0L1K, это разминка для мозга.

#41
#41 - 12.04.2010 - 19:07

ЕМНИП, brainfuck придумывался, как тьюринг-полный язык, компилятор которого будет наименьшего размера.

весёлый тролль
#42 - 12.04.2010 - 19:15

#41, но всё равно интерес он представляет больше теоретический чем практический

к0s7ёr
#46 - 14.04.2010 - 16:29

у кого пробел заклинило???

к0s7ёr
#47 - 14.04.2010 - 16:34

эмм... вернее enter...

к0s7ёr
#48 - 14.04.2010 - 16:36

№8

к0s7ёr
#49 - 14.04.2010 - 16:36

№9

к0s7ёr
#50 - 14.04.2010 - 16:36

№10
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