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- Comment on Portainer 3.0 is coming, and here's what it means for you — Portainer 2 days ago:
What happens to Portainer CE?
CE has been the community edition for the last ten years. It will continue on the 2.x codebase. It will not receive the 3.x changes. Portainer 3.x will remain free for the community under our 3 Nodes Free program, so nobody in the community loses access; what changes is that we are not cutting a separate CE build of it. 3.x is tailored specifically for an enterprise audience (the policy model, the operations API, the single-purpose consoles all assume that shape of user), and releasing that as CE would misrepresent what it is and who it is for.
No Open Source License for version 3, this didn’t bode well for any project that has tried this before.
- Comment on Portainer 3.0 is coming, and here's what it means for you — Portainer 4 days ago:
It means this project is dead
- Comment on After Microsoft threatened legal action, a security researcher publishes a new Windows zero-day bug 5 weeks ago:
Funny thing is this person doesn’t sell the exploits. They just release them. Which is totally legal btw, Microsoft threatening legal action is just an attempt to intimidate. I’m not even sure selling the exploit constitutes anything illegal as long as you tax those sales proper, as long as you’re not the one using it to gain unauthorized access to a system
- Comment on When does Walter White get here? 2 months ago:
Did you know that this poem was translated to German, and that it actually rhymes? Absolutely brilliant work, I even prefer it to the original.
Ein Wandrer kam aus einem alten Land,
Und sprach: „Ein riesig Trümmerbild von Stein
Steht in der Wüste, rumpflos Bein an Bein,
Das Haupt daneben, halb verdeckt vom Sand.Der Züge Trotz belehrt uns: wohl verstand
Der Bildner, jenes eitlen Hohnes Schein
Zu lesen, der in todten Stoff hinein
Geprägt den Stempel seiner ehrnen Hand.Und auf dem Sockel steht die Schrift: ‚Mein Name
Ist Osymandias, aller Kön’ge König: –
Seht meine Werke, Mächt’ge, und erbebt!‘Nichts weiter blieb. Ein Bild von düstrem Grame,
Dehnt um die Trümmer endlos, kahl, eintönig
Die Wüste sich, die den Koloß begräbt.“