Richard Stallman Falls Ill At Conference 460
itwbennett writes "Stallman, 59, was speaking at the North Campus of the Polytechnic University of Cataluna when he started to feel ill and called for a doctor. It was originally reported in the Spanish press that Stallman was hypertensive, but it is not yet known what his eventual health status was, just that he left the building later under his own power." He is apparently okay and any significant confirmed updates will be posted here.
Re:Putting his money where his mouth is (Score:5, Funny)
Sounds like he is going to GNU/Hell
Lol (Score:1, Funny)
Anyone else wonder who... (Score:5, Funny)
Richard Stallman Falls the 3rd is?
Falls Ill (Score:5, Funny)
Re:Putting his money where his mouth is (Score:4, Funny)
Hmmm. (Score:2, Funny)
Maybe he forgot to bathe.
Re:Putting his money where his mouth is (Score:5, Funny)
"I am skeptical of the claim that voluntarily pedophilia harms children. The arguments that it causes harm seem to be based on cases which aren't voluntary, which are then stretched by parents who are horrified by the idea that their little baby is maturing." - June 2006 [stallman.org]
That was just a big misunderstanding. He thought he was talking about people who really like feet.
Re:Falls Ill (Score:5, Funny)
I scratched my head over it for a minute, too. I was thinking, "Geez, this is the third time he's fallen? They've started numbering them? It's the sequel to the critically acclaimed Richard Stallman Falls II: New York?"
On a more serious note, I hope the guy is okay. RMS rocks.
GNUmonia? (Score:5, Funny)
He probably has GNUmonia.
Re:Putting his money where his mouth is (Score:1, Funny)
Don't you mean barbra? tom is a lady now, please call him by his new name.
Re:Putting his money where his mouth is (Score:4, Funny)
See Article 134 of the United States Military Code of Justice [about.com]. Military officers are still tried and prosecuted for adultery - there have been cases in the last few years.
Re:Putting his money where his mouth is (Score:2, Funny)
Everyone here that posts has an agenda to put forward.
So, what is your agenda?
correction (Score:2, Funny)
He fell GNU/ill
Re:Putting his money where his mouth is (Score:5, Funny)
Curses! (Score:4, Funny)
The agent comes into the room, closing the door behind them, and walks up to the front of the room. There is a large desk, and behind it is a large chair, turned to face the window.
The agent stops in front of the desk and waits. "Reporting, sir."
The chair does not move, but a voice comes from the unseen occupant. "Is it done?"
"Yes sir." The agent stands stock still, as several laser dots play over his chest, head and groin. "I mixed the first half of the binary agent in the bottled water at the hotel. No one else should be affected."
"I see. And the second half?"
"I placed that on the end of his underarm deodorant." The agent smiled at his own ingenuity.
There was a sigh from the chair. "Ah. I suppose that explains it, then."
"Sir?"
The chair slowly turned around. It was bright outside, so the occupant was lit from behind, and impossible to see. "He's alive. He's currently at the hospital and doing well."
The agent fidgeted. "Sir, I.." One of the lasers came close to his eyeball, giving him pause.
"He is a geek, agent. Geeks do not use deodorant. Or soap, for that matter." There was a soft clicking of buttons on a phone console being pressed.
"Begging your pardon sir, but you do." All of the laser dots jumped, as if shocked. In the shadowed chair, a pair of Giorgio Armani glasses gleamed in utter silence.
"Indeed I do." There were a few more soft taps, then a final tap, and the laser sights on the agent began to wink out. "Fair enough, agent. Good try, at least. And good recovery."
"Thank you, sir." The agent let his breath out slowly.
"Yes, I like to think I learned a few things from Steve, before he died." The chair began to turn again. "The receptionist will have your payment. We'll have use for you again, I'm sure."
The agent nodded. "Thank you, sir." He turned sharply on his heel and left the room, closing the door behind him. At the desk, the chair slowly turned to face the Redmond skyline.
"Another time, Richard."
Re:Sad that /. is nothing but trolls. (Score:5, Funny)
Having a low UID does not mean you have anything meaningful to say.
A case in point.