Isn't there a setting to block a certain transferrate for a period of time ? if it's too high for a certain period some routers might consider it a flood.

BizB: a frisbee for commercial use

House of wax (on)

Last night Dutch tv broadcasted an excellent RHCP documentary. Of course voice over is jibby jabbie for you folks but if you like the peppers it's an hour well spent.

http://www.uitzendinggemist.nl/

You'll know where to click

This is what I came in to post.

There's no reason to punish the athletes for China's mistakes.

Now if an athlete wants to forfeit their place and not compete to make a political point then more power to them. Even more if the entire team from various countries did this. 

Agree with that, too bad that sports is used to make a political statement.

[snickers]key members[/snickers]

It is time for a new president. This one is clearly finished. And I so hope it will be one with a pair of brains.

When I woke up my head felt like it had been hit with a sledgehammer. I was no longer in HQ. I looked around and saw 12AX7 lying in the corner, his head was bleeding but he was alive for sure. I tapped him on the shoulder. "What happened?" he mumbled. "I have no clue, but one thing is for sure, we are no longer in HQ". I helped him on his feet and we inspected the room where we were in. It had the same carpet as HQ, also the same wallpaper. It even smelled like HQ. I looked at 12, he had the same thought as me. Both being experts in the digital world, we knew what just happened to our place. "Do you think Chris knows already?" 12 knotted his head. "Yeah, he is always on top of things, but the problem is for us to get out". We talked things over and came to two scenarios.

"It's either a DDOS or we are on the wrong side of a broken router". 12 was right, a blast like that could only be caused by one of those. We heard the constant humming of the machines on the other side of the wall. "It does not sound like they are busier than normal" I said. 12 agreed, so we had to get out as soon as possible before the router was turned off and we would fade away in some dying buffer. We noticed that one wall felt less stable than the others. Some chairs were warped in with us and we used them to create a hole. Behind the wall it was darker then I had ever experienced.
"Ok, on senses it is then" I said. We walked straight into the darkness hoping to find a way out. We turned the corner, "is it getting hotter in here or is it just me?" 12 was sweating and I also noticed the increase in temperature. “continue?" , "Yes, but with a pace"

We ran around another corner and our way was blocked by bursting flames coming from all sides, we just hit the firewall...

Chapter 2: A different perspective

I walked into HQ around 3 am. I normally don't come here around this 
time but my schedule shifted due to increasing insomnia. Was it the 
lack of sleep that made this place looks different? I saw some noobs 
crawling around the main room. I couldn't care less for them, 90 % 
percent of them never makes it past the first week.

That thought was justified when I passed the morgue, that room contains 
a list of everyone who signed up over the past years. It already 
contains over a thousand names. A quick glance at the list only showed 
up two names that I recognized. Cat and Nowledge, once active but 
nowhere to be found today.

When I went into the main room I saw 12AX7 sitting behind his desk. 
Finally, a familiar face. I sat next to him and slammed a can of beer 
next to his keyboard. That made him wake up from his digital coma.

"Thanks Jeee"

"Of course man, what are you doing? "
 
"Ah you know, the usual"

"Porn ?"

"hahaha, yes of course" and he gave me the big smile. He always looks a 
bit chubby around this time of year. But spring is here and some 
outdoor activity always brings the man back in shape in no time.

We watched the latest South Park and drank a couple of beers.


"So, what's up with the new kid ?" I asked him.

"You mean the wonderkid ?, it's a female allright"

"age ?"

"22"

"too young for us" I said. I saw the glimmer in his eye and I knew he 
did not agree with me.

"So what happened with the Morombie?". "Not much" 12 replied, the old 
man took care of....."

He stopped in the middle of his sentence; I looked at him and that 's when everything turned black.

Is this about sports ?

"Or 12AX7, who rarely left the headquarters, seeing human life as dull and uninteresting"

Don't you have to eat around this time ?

Classic theme for a classic man. But then no nosehair clippers buddy !

The only thing I can add is that I found every American meal served to me too salty. And the rest of my family blames me for eating too much salt.

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