Compaq Proliant DL380

"Jeffrey Alsip" wrote in message
oups.com...
I know I will probably get clobbered for this, but it is totally
possible to fit a ProLiant with a good video card and create an
exceptional workstation. Here is a link with a write up of a project
where I did just that:

http://www.pc-mod-squad.com/articles.html

If you don't like the fact that I treated a server in this manner, you
still have to like that Compaq Beachtowel!


you tread a thin line there mr alsip ... but i will always respect the beach
towel.

" .. all hail the beach towel ..."

- LC

The real point of the experiment was to get that four port card to work
under Fedora Core 4. To discover that the 3000 handled it so well was
just a pleasant side effect. I guess it should be little surprise that
a machine with dual 550's and 2G of RAM will run the smp kernel so
cleanly. It really is very fast, with very high resolution displays.

One thing I did find odd though. Usually I'd swap the video cable to the
monitor from the video card I've install to the onboard video, reboot
and have the system come up with that display device.

There is a dip switch which I must toggle to disable the onboard video
in the 3000. I don't have a 5500 (yet) but I assume there is something
similar.

C'mon guys...I thought that the revelation of my
server-turned-workstation would be enough to push this thread past
fifty...now I seem to be the only one trying to keep it alive. Don't
you get it? Server=Workstation? That should be worthy of a flame from
Guy or Aidan...come on!

Jeffrey Alsip wrote:

C'mon guys...I thought that the revelation of my
server-turned-workstation would be enough to push this thread past
fifty...now I seem to be the only one trying to keep it alive. Don't
you get it? Server=Workstation? That should be worthy of a flame from
Guy or Aidan...come on!

Why didn't you say that you wanted a flame? I specialize in those!


,,,


You swine. You vulgar little maggot. You worthless bag of filth. As we
say in Texas, you couldn't pour water out of a boot with instructions
printed on the heel. You are a canker, an open wound. I would rather
kiss a lawyer than be seen with you. You took your last vacation in
the Islets of Langerhans.

You're a putrescent mass, a walking vomit. You are a spineless little
worm deserving nothing but the profoundest contempt. You are a jerk, a
cad, and a weasel. I take that back; you are a festering pustule on a
weasel's rump. Your life is a monument to stupidity. You are a stench,
a revulsion, an overflowing latrine, a big suck on a sour lemon.

I will never get over the embarrassment of belonging to the same
species as you. You are a monster, an ogre, a malformity. I barf at
the very thought of you. You have all the appeal of a paper cut.
Lepers avoid you. You are vile, worthless, less than nothing. You are
a weed, a fungus, a stinking snotrag, the dregs of this earth. You are
a technicolor yawn. And did I mention that you smell?

You are a squeaking rat, a mistake of nature and a heavy-metal bagpipe
player. You were not born. You were hatched into an unwilling world
that rejects the likes of you. You didn't crawl out of a normal egg,
either, but rather a mutant maggot egg rejected by an evil scientist
as being below his low standards. Your alleged parents abandoned
their ******* whelp at birth and then died of shame in recognition of
what they had done to an unsuspecting world. They were a bit late.

Try to edit your responses of unnecessary material before attempting
to impress us with your insight. The evidence that you are a
nincompoop will still be available to readers, but they will be able
to access it ever so much more rapidly. If cluelessness were crude
oil, your scalp would be crawling with caribou.

You are a thick-headed trog. I have seen skeet with more sense than
you have. You are a few bricks short of a full load, a few cards short
of a full deck, a few bytes short of a full core dump, and a few
chromosomes short of a full genome. Worse than that, you top-post.
In HTML. God created toads, houseflies, cockroaches, maggots, mosquitos,
fleas, ticks,slugs, leeches, and intestinal parasites, then he lowered
his standards and made you. I take it back; God didn't make you. You
are Satan's spawn. You are Evil beyond comprehension, half-living in
the slough of despair. You are the entropy which will claim us all.
You are a green-nostriled, crossed eyed, microcephalous, hairy-livered
inbred trout-defiler. You make Ebola look good.

You are weary, stale, flat and unprofitable. You are grimy, squalid,
nasty and profane. You are foul and disgusting. You're a fool, an
ignoramus. Monkeys look down on you. Even sheep won't have sex with
you. You are unreservedly pathetic, starved for attention, and lost in
a land that reality forgot. You are not ANSI compliant and your markup
doesn't validate. You have a couple of address lines shorted together.
You should be promoted to Engineering Manager.

Do you really expect your delusional and incoherent ramblings to be
read? Everyone plonked you long ago. Do you fantasize that your
tantrums and conniption fits could possibly be worth the $0.000000001
worth of electricity used to send them? Your life is one big
W.O.M.B.A.T. and your future doesn't look promising either. We need to
trace your bloodline and terminate all siblings and cousins in order
to cleanse humanity of your polluted genes. The good news is that no
normal human would ever mate with you, so we won't have to go into the
sewers in search of your git.

You are a waste of flesh. You have no rhythm. You are ridiculous and
obnoxious. You are the moral equivalent of a leech. You are a living
emptiness, a meaningless void. You are sour and senile. You are a
loathsome disease, a dung-bred maggot, a drooling inbred cross-eyed
toesucker. You make Quakers shout and strike Pentecostals silent.

You have a version 1.0 mind in a version 6.13 world. Your mother had
to tie a pork chop around your neck just to get your dog to play with
you. You think that HTTP://WWW.GUYMACON.COM/FUN/INSULT/INDEX.HTM is
the name of a rock band. You believe that P.D.Q. Bach is the greatest
composer who ever lived. You prefer L. Ron Hubbard to Larry Niven and
Jerry Pournelle. Hee-Haw is too deep for you. You would watch test
patterns all day if the other inmates would let you.

On a good day you're a half-wit. You remind me of drool. You are
deficient in all that lends character. You have the personality of
wallpaper. You are dank and filthy. You are asinine and benighted.
Spammers look down on you. Phone sex operators hang up on you.
Telemarketers refuse to be seen in public with you. You are the source
of all unpleasantness. You spread misery and sorrow wherever you go.
May you choke on your own foolish opinions. You are a Pusillanimous
galactophage and you wear your sister's training bra. Don't bother
opening the door when you leave - you should be able to slime your
way out underneath. I hope that when you get home your mother runs
out from under the porch and bites you.

You smarmy lagerlout git. You bloody woofter sod. Bugger off, pillock.
You grotty wanking oik artless base-court apple-john. You clouted
boggish foot-licking half-twit. You dankish clack-dish plonker. You
gormless crook-pated tosser. You bloody churlish boil-brained clotpole
ponce. You craven dewberry ****head cockup pratting naff. You cockered
bum-bailey poofter. You gob-kissing gleeking flap-mouthed coxcomb. You
dread-bolted fobbing beef-witted clapper-clawed flirt-gill. May your
spouse be blessed with many *******s.

You are so clueless that if you dressed in a clue skin, doused yourself
in clue musk, and did the clue dance in the middle of a field of horny
clues at the height of clue mating season, you still would not have a
clue. If you were a movie you would be a double feature;
_Battlefield_Earth_ and _Moron_Movies_II_. You would be out of focus.

You are a fiend and a sniveling coward, and you have bad breath. You
are the unholy spawn of a bandy-legged hobo and a syphilitic camel.
You wear strangely mismatched clothing with oddly placed stains. You
are degenerate, noxious and depraved. I feel debased just knowing that
you exist. I despise everything about you, and I wish you would go
away. You are jetsam who dreams of becoming flotsam. You won't make
it. I beg for sweet death to come and remove me from a world which
became unbearable when you crawled out of a harpy's lair.

It is hard to believe how incredibly stupid you are. Stupid as a stone
that the other stones make fun of. So stupid that you have traveled
far beyond stupid as we know it and into a new dimension of stupid.
Meta-stupid. Stupid cubed. Trans-stupid stupid. Stupid collapsed to
a singularity where even the stupons have collapsed into stuponium.
Stupid so dense that no intelligence can escape. Singularity stupid.
Blazing hot summer day on Mercury stupid. You emit more stupid in one
minute than our entire galaxy emits in a year. Quasar stupid. It cannot
be possible that anything in our universe can really be this stupid.
This is a primordial fragment from the original big stupid bang. A pure
extract of stupid with absolute stupid purity. Stupid beyond the laws
of nature. I must apologize. I can't go on. This is my epiphany of
stupid. After this experience, you may not hear from me for a while.
I don't think that I can summon the strength left to mock your moronic
opinions and malformed comments about boring trivia or your other
drivel. Duh.

The only thing worse than your logic is your manners. I have snipped
away most of your of what you wrote, because, well ... it didn't
really say anything. Your attempt at constructing a creative flame was
pitiful. I mean, really, stringing together a bunch of insults among a
load of babbling was hardly effective... Maybe later in life, after
you have learned to read, write, spell, and count, you will have more
success. True, these are rudimentary skills that many of us "normal"
people take for granted that everyone has an easy time of mastering.
But we sometimes forget that there are "challenged" persons in this
world who find these things to be difficult. If I had known that this
was true in your case then I would have never have exposed myself to
what you wrote. It just wouldn't have been "right." Sort of like
parking in a handicap space. I wish you the best of luck in the
emotional, and social struggles that seem to be placing such a
demand on you.

P.S.: You are hypocritical, greedy, violent, malevolent, vengeful,
cowardly, deadly, mendacious, meretricious, loathsome, despicable,
belligerent, opportunistic, barratrous, contemptible, criminal,
fascistic, bigoted, racist, sexist, avaricious, tasteless, idiotic,
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self-righteous, byzantine, conspiratorial, satanic, fraudulent,
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suppressive, controlling, restrictive, malignant, deceptive, dim,
crazy, weird, dyspeptic, stifling, uncaring, plantigrade, grim,
unsympathetic, jargon-spouting, censorious, secretive, aggressive,
mind-numbing, arassive, poisonous, flagrant, self-destructive,
abusive, socially-retarded, puerile, and Generally Not Good.

I hope this helps...

I hope this helps...


Ah, the flame to end all flames ....

I havent seen that show up in a long, long time.

Nice work, Guy !

You could have spaced that over several posts. Be advised that I have
cut and pasted your tirade for later use (I plan to steal it).

But, for the record, I DO prefer L. Ron Hubbard to Larry Niven.

Jeffrey Alsip wrote:

You could have spaced that over several posts. Be advised that I have
cut and pasted your tirade for later use (I plan to steal it).

From [ http://www.guymacon.com/insult.html ]:

PERMISSIONS:

You are free to use this for any purpose, including web pages,
newsgroup posts, emails, and letters to the Los Angeles Times. I do
*not* require you to give me credit if you use this in an email or
newsgroup post - it is more effective without it. Just cut and past it
as is, tell anybody who asks where you got it, and refer them to this
paragraph if they think you stole it. I would prefer credit if you put
this on your web page, but feel free to ignore that preference if the
page works better that way. I would appreciate it of you don't remove
the hidden reference to the web page URL and version number - that's
how my fellow DNRC members know they have the latest version.

But, for the record, I DO prefer L. Ron Hubbard to Larry Niven.

As a religious leader, medical practitioner, or SF author?

NuTCrAcKeR wrote
If the message does not say that the batteries have failed, give them time
to charge. This is an expeced condition after a controller has been sitting
without power for a period of 72, or more, hours.

Machine was kept running for 5 days but batteries did not get
recharged.

Would want to disable the "Press F1 key to continue" until I get new
batteries fitted.

Is there a way?

NuTCrAcKeR wrote
If the provided suggestions do not remedy the problem, write back and I will
tell you how to disable the F1 prompt. It is NOT desireable to do, however
can serve an end to a means while you are properly persuing a remedy for the
real issue.

"Boot Strap Processor is not lowest steping.
Recommend you change processos"

NuTCrAcKeR wrote
As recomemended, swap the positions of your two processors to see if that
remedies the problem.

On the second machine swapping two processors not only the message
disappeared, even pressing F1 is no more required.