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Remote Image Grabber (inject.php)

December 19th, 2007

Let’s talk about pictures, eh?

I have come across the realization that I am a funny picture freak. Wake up first thing in the morning and troll the usual suspects (Fark, the chans, APOD, the list is huge) looking for new and interesting pics to snag and hang on to.

Previously, I would just save the pictures to my hard drive, and then upload them to my colo box (one of the perks for working at a hosting company is the free server hosting. I have two), put them into a gallery and be done with it.

However, since computers are rumored to be time and labor saving devices, I decided to skip the middleman and just send the photos to my colo box directly instead.

Enter inject (I know, pretty crappy name, but what can you really call an app that just sends pics to another location?). It’s a PHP-based app and here’s what you do:

* Once uploaded to a Linux web server, go to the inject.php page, copy and paste in the code it generates into a bookmark in your browser

* Surf to some funny place with lots of pics.

* Hit the bookmarklet and it will generate a separate page with all of the images on it. Click on one to send it to your web server

* that’s it kids, about as easy as it gets

There’s 2 directories in there, one for multiple (it creates a daily directory to download pictures into, useful if you download shit tons of pics, like me) and there’s single (good for just dumping everything into one directory).

Anyway, it’s got a lot of features (renames images with unique hashes so you won’t clobber images if they all happen to have the same names, etc), so enjoy it. Released under a CC license.

Want to see some samples?

* multiple example, using thautoindex as the gallery software

* everything (nearly 700 pics) using bolGallery

Enjoy!

tom

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Samsung to Produce Faster Graphics Memory

December 3rd, 2007

A pretty amusing comment in a recent /. article that had me up and cheering.


Memo From Ki-Tae Lee
To: All Samsung Employees
CEO and President,
Samsung
December 3rd, 2007

Would someone tell me how this happened? We were the fucking vanguard of graphics memory in this country. Samsung's GDDR3 was on the card to own. Then the other guy came out with a GDDR3 graphics chip. Were we scared? Hell, no. Because we hit back with a little thing called XDR. That's GDDR3 on crack. For cokehead gamers. But you know what happened next? Shut up, I'm telling you what happened–the bastards went to GDDR4. Now we're standing around with our cocks in our hands, selling XDR & GDDR3. Cokehead gamers or no, suddenly we're the chumps. Well, fuck it. We're going to GDDR5.

Sure, we could go to GDDR4 next, like the competition. That seems like the logical thing to do. After all, three worked out pretty well, and four is the next number after three. So let's play it safe. Let's make a more crackhead gamer RAM and call it the XDR3SuperTurbo. Why innovate when we can follow? Oh, I know why: Because we're a business, that's why!

You think it's crazy? It is crazy. But I don't give a shit. From now on, we're the ones who have the speed in the memory game. Are they the best a man can get? Fuck, no. Samsung is the best a man can get.

What part of this don't you understand? If GDDR2 is good, and three is better, obviously five would make us the best fucking memory that ever existed. Comprende? We didn't claw our way to the top of the memory game by clinging to the GDDR2 industry standard. We got here by taking chances. Well, GDDR5 is the biggest chance of all.

Here's the report from Engineering. Someone put it in the bathroom: I want to wipe my ass with it. They don't tell me what to invent–I tell them. And I'm telling them to stick enough transistors on there to call it GDDR5. I don't care how. Make the chips so thin they're invisible. Put some on the handle. I don't care if they have to make the ram hang halfway off the motherboard, just do it!

You're taking the “safety” part of “safety electronics” too literally, grandma. Cut the strings and soar. Let's hit it. Let's roll. This is our chance to make memory history. Let's dream big. All you have to do is say that GDDR5 can happen, and it will happen. If you aren't on board, then fuck you. And if you're on the board, then fuck you and your father. Hey, if I'm the only one who'll take risks, I'm sure as hell happy to hog all the glory when the GDDR5 card becomes the gaming video card for the U.S. of “this is how we game now” A.

People said we couldn't go to three. It'll cost a fortune to manufacture, they said. Well, we did it. Now some egghead in a lab is screaming “Five's crazy?” Well, perhaps he'd be more comfortable in the labs at Sony, working on fucking electrics. Cell processing chips, my white ass!

Maybe I'm wrong. Maybe we should just ride in SanDisk's wake and make flash USB drives. Ha! Not on your fucking life! The day I shadow a penny-ante outfit like SanDisk is the day I leave the silicon game for good, and that won't happen until the day I die!

The market? Listen, we make the market. All we have to do is put her out there with a little jingle. It's as easy as, “Hey, shaving with anything less than GDDR5 is like playing Warcraft on a Commodore 64.” Or “It'll be so smooth, I could snort lines off of your monitor.” Try “Your frame rate is going to be so friggin' fluid, someone's gonna walk up and confuse it with a urinal.”

I know what you're thinking now: What'll people say? Mew mew mew. Oh, no, what will people say?! Grow the fuck up. When you're on top, people talk. That's the price you pay for being on top. Which Samsung is, always has been, and forever shall be, Amen, GDDR5, sweet Jesus in heaven.

Stop. I just had a stroke of genius. Are you ready? Open your mouth, baby birds, cause Mama's about to drop you one sweet, fat nightcrawler. Here she comes: Put another microcontroller on that fucker, too. That's right. GDDR5, two microcontrollers, and make the second one a porn downloader. You heard me–the second controller downloads porn while you play your games. It's a whole new way to think about gaming. Don't question it. Don't say a word. Just key the music, and call the chorus girls, because we're on the edge–the bleeding edge–and I feel like gaming.

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