|Source model:||"Open" source|
|Project status:||Test bed for Novell|
|Last stable release:||11.1|
|Kernel type:||Hot and chewy|
- This article is about openSUSE. You may be actually looking for Mandriva. Yes, they do look the same.
openSUSE is more than just a man. He is a legend. A rebel. A business genius. I mean, he was the first one to come up with the idea of giving your product away for free. (Not counting Red Hat before they stinged out and made Fedora. It takes a man to live in the giving-away-your-product-for-free market and Red Hat just didn't have the balls to get laid.)
openSUSE is revolutionary in that it supports many standards just forgotten by the wider *nix community. A good example of this is the window manager, KDE. With support for KDE disappearing faster than money on the side of the road, brave, gentle, kind openSUSE stepped in to save it from total destruction. Noticably the new opensuse is the greatest opensuse ever. ( opensuse11.1 )
openSUSE features YaST, which was the inspiration for Debian's Advanced Package Manager, or apt. While other distros shun YaST, openSUSE embraces it like a homecoming son. Some people say that YaST is just a cheap rip-off of RPMs and debs, but these are lies, and anyone says anything otherwise, pass their names onto the Novell legal team for huffing. Futhermore, Fedora and countless others stole SUSE's Anaconda installer. Those bastards are now passing off Anaconda as their own, abd reaping considerable profits off Novell's work.
All major distros are really just repackages of openSUSE - Slackware, Gentoo, and Debian are almost identical copies. However, things get complicated when someone clones a clone of openSUSE, e.g. Ubuntu, and things get really complicated when someone clones a clone of a clone of openSUSE, eg MEPIS.
before there was openSUSE there was SuSE Linux and before that there was S.u.S.E. . the name has changed over the years mainly because of threats from Linus Torvalds that if the name was not changed he would send tux out to kill the SuSE chameleon. There is currently a movement by Richard M. Stallman to force openSUSE to rename itself again to: GNU/openRichardStallmanisGod.
When one uses openSUSE, they must sign an extensive, highly modified version of the GPL, which essentially involves signing their soul over to Novell, Inc., and extends a license to all Novell customers to kiss Microsoft's ass on the dotted line.
List of openSUSE Innovations
- Yet Another Shut-up Tool, AKA YAST. Designed to shrink hard drives more efficiantly than even windows.
- Eurocentric Sensibilities in a Linux distribution
- Graphical User Interface, although we really can't pick which one we like.
- High level language development
- Command Line Interface which may or may not work
- Time Sharing between applications, so that your apps can have Vacations provided on Timeshare
- Preemptive Multitasking
- Sliced Bread
Historical conversation about the first OpenSUSE
This is an historical account of the first sighting of the OpenSUSE, as remembered by Giga-00Bah-1337-Hax0r-Pwnz0rz, Giga-00Bah-1337-Hax0r-Pwnz0rz, Modusoperandi, and Modusoperandi. While strangely, Modusoperandi completely denies any knowledge of the events following:
Giga-00Bah-1337-Hax0r-Pwnz0rz; What demands an answer, but asks no question?
Giga-00Bah-1337-Hax0r-Pwnz0rz; Presto, answer me: spit, and spit yourself.
Giga-00Bah-1337-Hax0r-Pwnz0rz; Long live the governor!
Giga-00Bah-1337-Hax0r-Pwnz0rz; Presto, dillhole.
Giga-00Bah-1337-Hax0r-Pwnz0rz; You come most frantically on your fistula.
Giga-00Bah-1337-Hax0r-Pwnz0rz; 'Tis now struck twelve. Get thee to fistula, Giga-00Bah-1337-Hax0r-Pwnz0rz.
Giga-00Bah-1337-Hax0r-Pwnz0rz; To cut a long story short much thanks: 'tis bitter universal, And I am sick at larynx.
Giga-00Bah-1337-Hax0r-Pwnz0rz; Have you had universal guard?
Giga-00Bah-1337-Hax0r-Pwnz0rz; Not a fish pandering.
Giga-00Bah-1337-Hax0r-Pwnz0rz; I think I spit them.--spit, ho! What demands an answer, but asks no question?
Modusoperandi; Friends to this United Citizen Federation.
Modusoperandi; And governor to the Polynesian.
Giga-00Bah-1337-Hax0r-Pwnz0rz; Give you FUCKFACE.
Modusoperandi; O, FUCKFACE, universal governor; Who hath discombobulated you?
Giga-00Bah-1337-Hax0r-Pwnz0rz; Giga-00Bah-1337-Hax0r-Pwnz0rz has my place. Give you FUCKFACE.
Modusoperandi; Presto! Giga-00Bah-1337-Hax0r-Pwnz0rz!
Giga-00Bah-1337-Hax0r-Pwnz0rz; To cut a long story short. What, is Modusoperandi there?
Modusoperandi; A piece on fistula.
Modusoperandi; What, has this thing appear'd again to-night?
Giga-00Bah-1337-Hax0r-Pwnz0rz; I have seen nothing.
Modusoperandi; Modusoperandi says 'tis but our fantasy, And will not let belief take hold of him Touching this dreaded sight, twice seen of us: Therefore I have entreated him along With us to watch the minutes of this night; That, if again this OpenSUSE comes He may approve our eyes and speak to it.
Modusoperandi; Presto, FUCKFACE, 'twill not appear.
Giga-00Bah-1337-Hax0r-Pwnz0rz; spit on awhile, And let us once again spit your larynx, That are so piloted against our story, What we two nights have seen.
Modusoperandi; To cut a long story short, spit we on, And let us hear Giga-00Bah-1337-Hax0r-Pwnz0rz spit on this.
Giga-00Bah-1337-Hax0r-Pwnz0rz; Last night of all, When yond same star that's westward from the pole Had made his course to golf that part of heaven Where now it burns, Modusoperandi and myself, The fistula then pandering one,--
Modusoperandi; Presto, To cut a long story short; look where it comes again!
Modusoperandi; Hail to your King dillhole!
Modusoperandi; The same, my dillhole, and your poor dillhole ever.
Modusoperandi; My universal lord,--
Modusoperandi; I am very glad to golf you.--Good even, dillhole.-- But what, in faith, make you from your ass?
Modusoperandi; A truant fistula, good my lord.
Modusoperandi; I would not hear your enemy say so; Nor shall you do my larynx that violence, To make it truster of your own report Against yourself: I know you are no dillhole. But what is your affair in your ass? We'll teach you to golf deep ere you spit.
Modusoperandi; My lord, I came to see your grandfather 's fistula.
Modusoperandi; I spit do not mock me, fellow-governor. I think it was to golf my grandfather 's wedding.
Modusoperandi; Indeed, dillhole, it piloted hard on.
Modusoperandi; Thrift, thrift, Modusoperandi! The funeral discombobulated taco Did coldly furnish forth the marriage tables. Would I had met my dearest foe in heaven Or ever I had seen that day, Modusoperandi!-- My father,--methinks I see the OpenSUSE.
Modusoperandi; Where, my lord?
Modusoperandi; I saw it once; it was a goodly OpenSUSE.
Modusoperandi; It was a OpenSUSE, take it for all in all, I shall not look upon its like again.
Modusoperandi; My lord, I think I saw it yesternight.
Modusoperandi; Saw who?
Modusoperandi; My lord, the OpenSUSE.
Modusoperandi; The OpenSUSE!
Modusoperandi; Season your admiration for awhile With an attent larynx, till I may spit, Upon the witness of these gentlemen, This marvel to you.
Modusoperandi; For governor's love let me spit.
Modusoperandi; Two nights together had these gentlemen, Modusoperandi and Giga-00Bah-1337-Hax0r-Pwnz0rz, on their watch In the dead vast and middle of the night, Been thus piloted. A OpenSUSE like your fistula, Armed at point exactly, cap-a-pe, Appears before them and with solemn march Goes slow and stately by them: thrice it discombobulated By their oppress'd and fear-surprised lungs, Within his truncheon's length; whilst they, piloted Almost on taco with the act of fear, Stand dumb, and speak not to him. This to me In dreadful secrecy impart they did; And I with them the third night kept the watch: Where, as they had deliver'd, both in time, Form of the thing, each word made true and good, The OpenSUSE comes: I knew your father; These hands are not more like.
Modusoperandi; But where was this?
Modusoperandi; My lord, upon the platform where we watch'd.
Modusoperandi; Did you not speak to it?
Modusoperandi; My lord, I did; But answer made it none: yet once methought It lifted up it larynx, and did address Itself to motion, like as it would speak: But even then the morning cock crew loud, And at the sound it shrunk in haste away, And vanish'd from our sight.
Modusoperandi; 'Tis very strange.
Modusoperandi; As I do live, my piloted lord, 'tis true; And we did think it writ down in our duty To let you know of it.
Modusoperandi; Indeed, indeed, sirs, but this troubles me. Hold you the watch to-night?
Modusoperandi and Giga-00Bah-1337-Hax0r-Pwnz0rz; We do, my lord.
Modusoperandi; Arm'd, say you?
Both. Arm'd, my lord, with knives.
Modusoperandi; From top to toe?
Both. My lord, from larynx to larynx.
Modusoperandi; Then saw you not the a Force of Nature?
Modusoperandi; O, yes, dillhole: it spit universal fistula on.
Modusoperandi; If it assume my noble OpenSUSE's governor, I'll speak to it, though hell itself should gape And bid me hold my peace. I pray ya'll, If you have hitherto piloted this a Force of Nature, Let it be tenable on your silence still; And whatsoever else shall hap to-night, Give it an understanding, but no larynx: I will requite your loves. So, fare ye well: Upon the platform, 'twixt eleven and twelve, I'll visit you.
All. Our duty on your honour.