I'm a totally real doctor like e_o_l_o_e and you can know this because I say I am.  I'm going to recommend that you forget about the covid-19 scam and get that double pneumonia looked at.  Could be some bacterial concoction of horse puss cooked up in the Rockefeller Institute back a bit before 1918.

Oh ya, to prove I'm even more credible doctor than Dr. Oileo I'll make the disclaimer that my comment should not be taken as medical advice.  Always consult your quack doctor and take all the meds he prescribes.

BTW, don't forget to give my super-secure coin mixer a spin, and if you need help making a secure wallet, I'm your man!

I tried that.  Didn't work.  But 4 years of posting history and personal messages were deleted!

I bet it is that nasty creep and his cycling club minions spreading this thing around.  We should kill them!

Just quoting this for posterity.  You know; just in case anyone is writing an article about paranoid freaks getting butt-hurt on April Fools Day.

Say, wuzza matta with your name there Wanky1?

I'll tell you one thing:  That French guy in the advertisement needs to be popping that zit.  The thing is trophy class!

If he put the event on youtube he could probably make more in views than he could from running that wallet service thing he's got going.

Nope.  You don't see it because there is none there.  How very perceptive you are!

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Oh, I almost forgot:  Could you ask ~justusranvier to come back out of hiding at the next strategy con-call?  We lovers of lulz would appreciate it.  He probably feels that he has 'burnt his books', but I am sure that there are a lot more newbies and simps out there who would be amenable to his brand of shtick.

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Hahaha.  Rocks=Rekt


Even if you did follow through with the childish and lulzy threat you probably have 6 other sock puppet accounts under maintenance that you can read it from.

"Mike Hunt" is the guy who is often directed to the white paging telephone at the airport.


OK.  I'll add him and his cohort "I.P. Freely" when I get a chance.  If someone does not beat me to it


Thank You!

Could you please add "Mike Hunt"?

While we wait for a police report number, here is a fun French story.  All true.

Deep in the wilds of Alaska, the (filthy socialist) state has build  beautiful cabins on various of the lakes which dot the terrain.  Many of them are hundreds of kilometers from the closed human being.  They supply these cabins with firewood, a rowboat to go catch fish, and various other accouterments.  One thing that is lacking is any form of communication as such a thing would be technically unfeasible in the 70's and but for satellite phone, still is to today.  The amazing thing is that the cost to rent such a place is trivial.  In the range of $10/day.  The catch is that an interested party needs to get their ass out there, and that requires paying an air taxi service who flys floats.  We continue...

One summer as a pre-pubescent whelp I was hanging out with my dad on Kodiak Island where he had a small air taxi service.  I entered the office on one fine day to find two French couples who were probably in their 50's noisily communicating among themselves in their mother tongue.  Eventually my father interjected something in French.  The conversation came to a dead-stop.  Eight wide eyes staring at him and four mouths agape displaying a distinctly alarmed expression.

Later I asked him what he said (being myself ignorant of the language and being unaware that my dad was even fluent in it.)  All he had said "closer to $400."  The reaction was a function of the four French-persons having been in a decisions about whether the proprietor was trying to rip them off, and it would have been fairly rude had said proprietor been a Francophone.  None of the four had considered the possibly.

So, the four decided to commission the transportation, but had neglected to acquire batteries for their camera.  I knew that if I ran, I could get the batteries that they needed before a certain store closed and offered to do so.  I accomplished the mission and proudly returned with the prize, but to my shock I didn't even receive a thank you (in any language) much less a tip.

My father delivered the guests to their destination, and some days later when he was to pick them up he says  "Well, I guess I better go pull those frogs out of the lake."  Then he looked up in the sky and judged that "it looks like it'll be pretty socked-in up there.  Maybe better wait until tomorrow."  Then he went about his business flying cash out to cash buyers, flying injured/fired fishermen off of their fishing vessels, and so on.

For each of the next few days the routine went on pretty much as the day prior.  There were mirthful discussions about how long a group of people could survive by deriving nourishment from one another's bodily secretions.  There were theories about whether especially powerful body odor indicated particularly high caloric quality bodily secretions.  And that sort of thing.  All good fun.

Eventually my dear dad jumped in the plane and went to retrieve our fearless comrades.  He said that when he buzzed the cabin the 'frogs' piled out the door of the place and actually ran into the lake waving their hands wildly.  He said it was the funniest thing he'd ever seen.

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My father learned to speak French conversationally when he'd been stationed in France while serving in the Air Force.  He apparently had a lot of 'luck' over there.  Seems that French men tend to be a bit on the effeminate side, and French women tend to appreciate a more 'rough and ready' approach to male/female relationships sometimes.  Enough to where there were actual physical confrontations among them for mating rights.  Also they appreciate it when a man does not pay undue attention to the anus at the expense of other more distinctly female body parts.  Who knew?

It is thought with a high degree of probability that I have one Francophone half-sister.  Probably another half sibling of unknown gender, and very possibly some others besides.  I occasionally wonder if they turned out like their American siblings.  That is, strongly progressive and highly capable persons who have, net/net, given much to benefit the less fortunate of society while not carping about it all day long.

That sounds like extra incentive as much as anything.  Bitcoin opens up a whole new world of possibilities.

Huh.  Maybe I should try it if my normal standby* stops working.

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Funny thing is that that is one of the more credible and insightful things I've seen from a BFL employee to date.

It's kind of hard to believe that anyone would name their kid 'Psycho Ramirez'.  At least within the last 25 years.  http://en.wikipedia.org/wiki/Richard_Ramirez

But it's a strange world out there.  I'm sure that at least one Connie Linn would go ahead and hyphenate her name if she married a John Guss.

Test to see if I've really broken out of newbie jail.  It was kind of a hassle since my 'total time logged in' would cease and thus it took a while to get to 4 hours.  I spend more bitcointalk.org time using my real account since this one is in an incognito window.  Of course I'm not shooting for any sort of real anonymity as anyone who wastes the time to investigate would quickly realize...

I believe that autogen.sh mainly locates and executes the auto-tools to generate a ./configure saving you the trouble.  I'd be surprised if something (e.g., yaourt which I've never used) were not executing it as a phase of the build process.  But it doesn't matter all that much at this point.  Glad to see that you got it going.  Nice work!