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So... it represents the ARIAn Nation of white supremacists?

I am a lesbian, deeply involved with a woman of lusty beauty such as most men will never know. Her hair is short and blonde. Her face is bold, with a nice sexy square jaw. She has small breasts, and muscular arms and legs, and even a slight hint of a six-pack. Just the mere thought of her body gets my juices flowing.

She and I have been carpet munching for well over five years now. We love each other deeply, but it seems we've reached an impasse in our relationship. Every night, I lick and I lick and I lick. I finger, finger, finger. I also get the attention back with all sorts of creative ideas from my partner. Everything from dildos, to finger paints (when I am on my period), to meat tenderizer. However, no matter how much sexual gratification we exchange, it seems to be wearing down.

One day, while surfing on Slashdot, I learned about an interesting technique involving a turkey baster. The basic idea is that you fill a turkey baster with semen, then insert that tool into the vagina, and squeeze out its contents. With this in mind, I contemplated the idea of getting pregnant with this method, and having a baby with my partner.

I approached my beautiful mate and asked her if she wanted to have a baby. Her face lit up! She seemed to be excited, imbued with new life! However, the euphoria rapidly dissipated when she came to the realization that she did not possess the proper equipment to get me pregnant. I quickly responded that "indeed you do have the right equipment! It's in the kitchen, I'll show you." Promptly, we waltzed into the kitchen and out of a drawer, I produced the turkey baster that would bring a new life into the world.

The next job was to find a source of sperm. Sperm is not hard to come by. Men ejaculate tens of thousands of gallons of it every day. We figured it'd be easy to acquire a nice hot, steaming load of cum from virtually any man. One day, I stood outside the door of our home, close to the sidewalk, topless, and perking my lively breasts at any man who passed. Most simply gawked, but some actually tried to touch, but quickly walked away before doing so. Pretty soon, a nice young man came along who took such an interest in my tits that he seemed to forget about all else! Before long, I had him in our house and I was giving him a blowjob before he even knew what happened. As soon as he shot a big load into my mouth, I grabbed the baster and spit the load into it. He looked puzzled, but quickly realized the bizarre situation he was in and left immediately. I paid him no mind.

"Quickly," I shouted to my lover, "fuck me with this thing!" My lover grabbed the baster, thrust it into my eager beaver, and began to thrust like she was a man. I rubbed her clit and fingered her and she tweaked my boobs and fondled my own clit. When we were both about to climax, she squeezed the bulb of the turkey baster, squirting the whole load deep into my uterus. The warm, thick feeling of it drove me wild! When we were done, we rubbed oil all over each other's bodies, praying to the Lord Jesus that we would get pregnant.

Over the next few weeks, signs of something unusual began to show. As it turns out, I was not only pregnant, I had herpes too. Fucking Hemos! My life was turned upside down, but that story is for another day...

I am a lesbian, deeply involved with a woman of lusty beauty such as most men will never know. Her hair is short and blonde. Her face is bold, with a nice sexy square jaw. She has small breasts, and muscular arms and legs, and even a slight hint of a six-pack. Just the mere thought of her body gets my juices flowing.

She and I have been carpet munching for well over five years now. We love each other deeply, but it seems we've reached an impasse in our relationship. Every night, I lick and I lick and I lick. I finger, finger, finger. I also get the attention back with all sorts of creative ideas from my partner. Everything from dildos, to finger paints (when I am on my period), to meat tenderizer. However, no matter how much sexual gratification we exchange, it seems to be wearing down.

One day, while surfing on Slashdot, I learned about an interesting technique involving a turkey baster. The basic idea is that you fill a turkey baster with semen, then insert that tool into the vagina, and squeeze out its contents. With this in mind, I contemplated the idea of getting pregnant with this method, and having a baby with my partner.

I approached my beautiful mate and asked her if she wanted to have a baby. Her face lit up! She seemed to be excited, imbued with new life! However, the euphoria rapidly dissipated when she came to the realization that she did not possess the proper equipment to get me pregnant. I quickly responded that "indeed you do have the right equipment! It's in the kitchen, I'll show you." Promptly, we waltzed into the kitchen and out of a drawer, I produced the turkey baster that would bring a new life into the world.

The next job was to find a source of sperm. Sperm is not hard to come by. Men ejaculate tens of thousands of gallons of it every day. We figured it'd be easy to acquire a nice hot, steaming load of cum from virtually any man. One day, I stood outside the door of our home, close to the sidewalk, topless, and perking my lively breasts at any man who passed. Most simply gawked, but some actually tried to touch, but quickly walked away before doing so. Pretty soon, a nice young man came along who took such an interest in my tits that he seemed to forget about all else! Before long, I had him in our house and I was giving him a blowjob before he even knew what happened. As soon as he shot a big load into my mouth, I grabbed the baster and spit the load into it. He looked puzzled, but quickly realized the bizarre situation he was in and left immediately. I paid him no mind.

"Quickly," I shouted to my lover, "fuck me with this thing!" My lover grabbed the baster, thrust it into my eager beaver, and began to thrust like she was a man. I rubbed her clit and fingered her and she tweaked my boobs and fondled my own clit. When we were both about to climax, she squeezed the bulb of the turkey baster, squirting the whole load deep into my uterus. The warm, thick feeling of it drove me wild! When we were done, we rubbed oil all over each other's bodies, praying to the Lord Jesus that we would get pregnant.

Over the next few weeks, signs of something unusual began to show. As it turns out, I was not only pregnant, I had herpes too. Fucking Hemos! My life was turned upside down, but that story is for another day...

But I for one don't think it's ethical of them to force others to release their source code. That goes against the whole concept of making something Free, in my opinion.

For fuck's sake. Really. That is the whole concept of making something Free. Doesn't go against the concept, doesn't sit uneasily with it.Is it.

Free Software is *sharing*, with the one attached string that the beneficiary also must share any additions.

Open Source, OTOH, is simple sharing - anyone may use OSS code in their project.

Even the author of the Forbes article gets it. Hell, even Microsoft get this. Pay some damn attention to the licences that come with your software, and if you don't like it, fuck off. Don't whinge later that you shouldn't have to comply with the licence - it's the same deal with Commercial, Open or Free software: comply with the licensing terms, or don't. Your choice.

And if you think what the FSF do is not ethical, imagine what would happen if Cisco were using code seen under this licence, in violation of said, in a commercial product. Would it be ethical for MS Legal to have a "friendly chat" with Cisco?

Alas, the article is lost to antiquity. But a Google search produces this useful vocabulary list.

Wow... a non-negative comment about Trusted Computing that didn't get modded down.

"Trusted Computing" was around for a long time before MS hijacked the term. The TCB as a concept was first described in 1972. See this e2 node.

In addition, although authors aren't actually filing high-profile lawsuits at the moment, it's certainly an issue on website contributors' minds. Everything2's recently concocted copyright policy is clear evidence of this.

While copyright violations aren't actively being challenged right now, I believe it's only a matter of time before lawyers inform their greedy clients of the potential windfalls. However, currently, illegal distribution of copyrighted texts has not nearly reached the level of mp3/film/apps/games sharing. This is largely due to the inconveniences involved in reading any acquired data. Regardless, I do think that it's something likely to attract a lot more attention in the future...

In addition, although authors aren't actually filing high-profile lawsuits at the moment, it's certainly an issue on website contributors' minds. Everything2's recently concocted copyright policy is clear evidence of this.

While copyright violations aren't actively being challenged right now, I believe it's only a matter of time before lawyers inform their greedy clients of the potential windfalls. However, currently, illegal distribution of copyrighted texts has not nearly reached the level of mp3/film/apps/games sharing. This is largely due to the inconveniences involved in reading any acquired data. Regardless, I do think that it's something likely to attract a lot more attention in the future...

But there's no need to connect if they already had the Internet on their computer.

I am a lesbian, deeply involved with a woman of lusty beauty such as most men will never know. Her hair is short and blonde. Her face is bold, with a nice sexy square jaw. She has small breasts, and muscular arms and legs, and even a slight hint of a six-pack. Just the mere thought of her body gets my juices flowing.

She and I have been carpet munching for well over five years now. We love each other deeply, but it seems we've reached an impasse in our relationship. Every night, I lick and I lick and I lick. I finger, finger, finger. I also get the attention back with all sorts of creative ideas from my partner. Everything from dildos, to finger paints (when I am on my period), to meat tenderizer. However, no matter how much sexual gratification we exchange, it seems to be wearing down.

One day, while surfing on Slashdot, I learned about an interesting technique involving a turkey baster. The basic idea is that you fill a turkey baster with semen, then insert that tool into the vagina, and squeeze out its contents. With this in mind, I contemplated the idea of getting pregnant with this method, and having a baby with my partner.

I approached my beautiful mate and asked her if she wanted to have a baby. Her face lit up! She seemed to be excited, imbued with new life! However, the euphoria rapidly dissipated when she came to the realization that she did not possess the proper equipment to get me pregnant. I quickly responded that "indeed you do have the right equipment! It's in the kitchen, I'll show you." Promptly, we waltzed into the kitchen and out of a drawer, I produced the turkey baster that would bring a new life into the world.

The next job was to find a source of sperm. Sperm is not hard to come by. Men ejaculate tens of thousands of gallons of it every day. We figured it'd be easy to acquire a nice hot, steaming load of cum from virtually any man. One day, I stood outside the door of our home, close to the sidewalk, topless, and perking my lively breasts at any man who passed. Most simply gawked, but some actually tried to touch, but quickly walked away before doing so. Pretty soon, a nice young man came along who took such an interest in my tits that he seemed to forget about all else! Before long, I had him in our house and I was giving him a blowjob before he even knew what happened. As soon as he shot a big load into my mouth, I grabbed the baster and spit the load into it. He looked puzzled, but quickly realized the bizarre situation he was in and left immediately. I paid him no mind.

"Quickly," I shouted to my lover, "fuck me with this thing!" My lover grabbed the baster, thrust it into my eager beaver, and began to thrust like she was a man. I rubbed her clit and fingered her and she tweaked my boobs and fondled my own clit. When we were both about to climax, she squeezed the bulb of the turkey baster, squirting the whole load deep into my uterus. The warm, thick feeling of it drove me wild! When we were done, we rubbed oil all over each other's bodies, praying to the Lord Jesus that we would get pregnant.

Over the next few weeks, signs of something unusual began to show. As it turns out, I was not only pregnant, I had herpes too. Fucking Hemos! My life was turned upside down, but that story is for another day...

I am a lesbian, deeply involved with a woman of lusty beauty such as most men will never know. Her hair is short and blonde. Her face is bold, with a nice sexy square jaw. She has small breasts, and muscular arms and legs, and even a slight hint of a six-pack. Just the mere thought of her body gets my juices flowing.

She and I have been carpet munching for well over five years now. We love each other deeply, but it seems we've reached an impasse in our relationship. Every night, I lick and I lick and I lick. I finger, finger, finger. I also get the attention back with all sorts of creative ideas from my partner. Everything from dildos, to finger paints (when I am on my period), to meat tenderizer. However, no matter how much sexual gratification we exchange, it seems to be wearing down.

One day, while surfing on Slashdot, I learned about an interesting technique involving a turkey baster. The basic idea is that you fill a turkey baster with semen, then insert that tool into the vagina, and squeeze out its contents. With this in mind, I contemplated the idea of getting pregnant with this method, and having a baby with my partner.

I approached my beautiful mate and asked her if she wanted to have a baby. Her face lit up! She seemed to be excited, imbued with new life! However, the euphoria rapidly dissipated when she came to the realization that she did not possess the proper equipment to get me pregnant. I quickly responded that "indeed you do have the right equipment! It's in the kitchen, I'll show you." Promptly, we waltzed into the kitchen and out of a drawer, I produced the turkey baster that would bring a new life into the world.

The next job was to find a source of sperm. Sperm is not hard to come by. Men ejaculate tens of thousands of gallons of it every day. We figured it'd be easy to acquire a nice hot, steaming load of cum from virtually any man. One day, I stood outside the door of our home, close to the sidewalk, topless, and perking my lively breasts at any man who passed. Most simply gawked, but some actually tried to touch, but quickly walked away before doing so. Pretty soon, a nice young man came along who took such an interest in my tits that he seemed to forget about all else! Before long, I had him in our house and I was giving him a blowjob before he even knew what happened. As soon as he shot a big load into my mouth, I grabbed the baster and spit the load into it. He looked puzzled, but quickly realized the bizarre situation he was in and left immediately. I paid him no mind.

"Quickly," I shouted to my lover, "fuck me with this thing!" My lover grabbed the baster, thrust it into my eager beaver, and began to thrust like she was a man. I rubbed her clit and fingered her and she tweaked my boobs and fondled my own clit. When we were both about to climax, she squeezed the bulb of the turkey baster, squirting the whole load deep into my uterus. The warm, thick feeling of it drove me wild! When we were done, we rubbed oil all over each other's bodies, praying to the Lord Jesus that we would get pregnant.

Over the next few weeks, signs of something unusual began to show. As it turns out, I was not only pregnant, I had herpes too. Fucking Hemos! My life was turned upside down, but that story is for another day...

I am a lesbian, deeply involved with a woman of lusty beauty such as most men will never know. Her hair is short and blonde. Her face is bold, with a nice sexy square jaw. She has small breasts, and muscular arms and legs, and even a slight hint of a six-pack. Just the mere thought of her body gets my juices flowing.

She and I have been carpet munching for well over five years now. We love each other deeply, but it seems we've reached an impasse in our relationship. Every night, I lick and I lick and I lick. I finger, finger, finger. I also get the attention back with all sorts of creative ideas from my partner. Everything from dildos, to finger paints (when I am on my period), to meat tenderizer. However, no matter how much sexual gratification we exchange, it seems to be wearing down.

One day, while surfing on Slashdot, I learned about an interesting technique involving a turkey baster. The basic idea is that you fill a turkey baster with semen, then insert that tool into the vagina, and squeeze out its contents. With this in mind, I contemplated the idea of getting pregnant with this method, and having a baby with my partner.

I approached my beautiful mate and asked him if she wanted to have a baby. Her face lit up! She seemed to be excited; imbued with new life! However, the euphoria rapidly dissipated when she came to the realization that she did not possess the proper equipment to get me pregnant. I quickly responded that "indeed you do have the right equipment! It's in the kitchen, I'll show you." Promptly, we waltzed into the kitchen and out of a drawer, I produced the turkey baster that would bring a new life into world.

The next job was to find a source of sperm. Sperm is not hard to come by. Men ejaculate tens of thousands of gallons of it every day. We figured it'd be easy to acquire a nice hot, steaming load of cum from virtually any man. One day, I stood outside the door of our home, close to the sidewalk, top-less, and perking my lively breasts at any man who passed. Most simply gawked, but some actually tried to touch, but quickly walked away before doing so. Pretty soon, a nice young man came along who took such an interest in my tits that he seemed to forget about all else! Before long, I had him in our house and I was giving him a blowjob before he even knew what happened. As soon as he shot a big load into my mouth, I grabbed the baster and spit the load into it. He looked puzzled, but quickly realized the bizarre situation he was in and left immediately. I paid him no mind.

"Quickly," I shouted to my lover, "fuck me with this thing!" My lover grabbed the baster, thrust it into my eager beaver, and began to thrust like she was a man. I rubbed her clit and fingered her and she tweaked my boobs and fondled my own clit. When we were both about to climax, she squeezed the bulb of the turkey baster, squirting the whole load deep into my uterus. The warm, thick feeling of it drove me wild! When we were done, we rubbed oil all over each other's bodies, praying to the Lord Jesus that we would get pregnant.

Over the next few weeks, signs of something unusual began to show. As it turns out, I was not only pregnant, I had herpes too. Fucking Hemos! My life was turned upside down, but that story is for another day...

I am a lesbian, deeply involved with a woman of lusty beauty such as most men will never know. Her hair is short and blonde. Her face is bold, with a nice sexy square jaw. She has small breasts, and muscular arms and legs, and even a slight hint of a six-pack. Just the mere thought of her body gets my juices flowing.

She and I have been carpet munching for well over five years now. We love each other deeply, but it seems we've reached an impasse in our relationship. Every night, I lick and I lick and I lick. I finger, finger, finger. I also get the attention back with all sorts of creative ideas from my partner. Everything from dildos, to finger paints (when I am on my period), to meat tenderizer. However, no matter how much sexual gratification we exchange, it seems to be wearing down.

One day, while surfing on Slashdot, I learned about an interesting technique involving a turkey baster. The basic idea is that you fill a turkey baster with semen, then insert that tool into the vagina, and squeeze out its contents. With this in mind, I contemplated the idea of getting pregnant with this method, and having a baby with my partner.

I approached my beautiful mate and asked him if she wanted to have a baby. Her face lit up! She seemed to be excited; imbued with new life! However, the euphoria rapidly dissipated when she came to the realization that she did not possess the proper equipment to get me pregnant. I quickly responded that "indeed you do have the right equipment! It's in the kitchen, I'll show you." Promptly, we waltzed into the kitchen and out of a drawer, I produced the turkey baster that would bring a new life into world.

The next job was to find a source of sperm. Sperm is not hard to come by. Men ejaculate tens of thousands of gallons of it every day. We figured it'd be easy to acquire a nice hot, steaming load of cum from virtually any man. One day, I stood outside the door of our home, close to the sidewalk, top-less, and perking my lively breasts at any man who passed. Most simply gawked, but some actually tried to touch, but quickly walked away before doing so. Pretty soon, a nice young man came along who took such an interest in my tits that he seemed to forget about all else! Before long, I had him in our house and I was giving him a blowjob before he even knew what happened. As soon as he shot a big load into my mouth, I grabbed the baster and spit the load into it. He looked puzzled, but quickly realized the bizarre situation he was in and left immediately. I paid him no mind.

"Quickly," I shouted to my lover, "fuck me with this thing!" My lover grabbed the baster, thrust it into my eager beaver, and began to thrust like she was a man. I rubbed her clit and fingered her and she tweaked my boobs and fondled my own clit. When we were both about to climax, she squeezed the bulb of the turkey baster, squirting the whole load deep into my uterus. The warm, thick feeling of it drove me wild! When we were done, we rubbed oil all over each other's bodies, praying to the Lord Jesus that we would get pregnant.

Over the next few weeks, signs of something unusual began to show. As it turns out, I was not only pregnant, I had herpes too. Fucking Hemos! My life was turned upside down, but that story is for another day...

10. Robots aren't as dextrous or adaptable as humans yet.
9. Robots aren't smart enough (yet) to be autonomous when telepresence latency increases.
8. We can't upload our minds into robotic shells yet. (GITS!)
7. The human condition is biological, and so we want to know the experience as such.
6. Robots don't get taxpayers excited.
5. Robots aren't "heroic" enough to inspire kids to grow up to be scientists, etc.
4. Robots just take more jobs away from real flesh-and-blood humans! (Armitage!)
3. We can convert the dead humans into valuable H20.
2. To ensure genetically diverse humans live on (via traditional sex in space) when Earth bites the dust.
1. Ego. ME. ME. ME. ME! ME!!!

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Or alternately read Hitchikers Guide to the Galaxy. A defenite modern classic, if such a thing exists.

Pat Metheny's Answer: Kenny G is not a musician I really had much of an opinion about at all until recently. There was not much about the way he played that interested me one way or the other either live or on records. I first heard him a number of years ago playing as a sideman with Jeff Lorber when they opened a concert for my band. My impression was that he was someone who had spent a fair amount of time listening to the more pop oriented sax players of that time, like Grover Washington or David Sanborn, but was not really an advanced player, even in that style. He had major rhythmic problems and his harmonic and melodic vocabulary was extremely limited, mostly to pentatonic based and blues-lick derived patterns, and he basically exhibited only a rudimentary understanding of how to function as a professional soloist in an ensemble - Lorber was basically playing him off the bandstand in terms of actual music. But he did show a knack for connecting to the basest impulses of the large crowd by deploying his two or three most effective licks (holding long notes and playing fast runs - never mind that there were lots of harmonic clams in them) at the key moments to elicit a powerful crowd reaction (over and over again). The other main thing I noticed was that he also, as he does to this day, play horribly out of tune - consistently sharp.

Of course, I am aware of what he has played since, the success it has had, and the controversy that has surrounded him among musicians and serious listeners. This controversy seems to be largely fueled by the fact that he sells an enormous amount of records while not being anywhere near a really great player in relation to the standards that have been set on his instrument over the past sixty or seventy years.

And honestly, there is no small amount of envy involved from musicians who see one of their fellow players doing so well financially, especially when so many of them who are far superior as improvisers and musicians in general have trouble just making a living. there must be hundreds, if not thousands of sax players around the world who are simply better improvising musicians than Kenny G on his chosen instruments. It would really surprise me if even he disagreed with that statement.

Having said that, it has gotten me to thinking lately why so many jazz musicians (myself included, given the right "bait" of a question, as I will explain later) and audiences have gone so far as to say that what he is playing is not even jazz at all.

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The company is looking to a new patent license for one new revenue source. It has acquired rights to a 1999 patent that Bermeister says covers the technique of identifying files on peer-to-peer networks using a "hash," or digital fingerprint based on the contents of the file. The company will approach virtually all other peer-to-peer services to seek license rights, Bermeister said.

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Johnny Mnemonic sucked. I love Gibson, all of his books are genius but their transition to film has always failed. One day I will track down New Rose Hotel even though it too enjoys the William Gibson curse.

Gibson maintains that JM was not his fault:

[JM as I wrote it, and Longo shot it, is only available as the published screenplay (but quite readily available as that). I only agreed to publish it, in the first place, because I wanted to be in the position to demonstrate the difference between what I wrote, and we shot, and what they released. I doubt there's even a remote possibility of there ever being a restored "director's cut", although the Japanese version of the DVD is a little closer to our intention.]

More from Gibson.

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We celebrate a different holiday today. Just call me a heathen ;)

"layout" *tick*
"middle-ground" *tick"
"interoperability" *tick*
"XML" *tick*
"Corporate Resume" *tick*

BINGO!

...why is this article in white print on a black background? ... There's a reason books and newspapers are printed in black print on a white background: IT'S EASIER TO READ.

C'mon, its just as easy to read as white on black. You're talking about your personal preference, or what you're used to.

The reason why they went black on white with the original GUIs was because they wanted to have the WYSIWYG concept of "this is your sheet of paper on which you're writing/drawing/scribbling/etc".

Personally, while I appreciate the concept, I find it is one of the large causes of bad eyesight among computer users. Most people crank their monitor brightness. Now, add a white/bright background in which you're straining to read little black letters. I think this is just as wise as trying to read the wattage of a lightbulb while its on.

If you care, you can see my tips for saving your eyesight as a computer user. I've been using computers for over 20 years and I still have the same 15/20 vision I've had since I was a child.

If you really want to reach enlightenment, you'd better start by not using X at all. ;-)

Funnily enough, the card could be used with an Amiga style tracker.. except that modern trackers do the mixing in software so there's no need.

(OT: It would be great to be able to use Everything2 brackets on /. :)

(OT: It would be great to be able to use Everything2 brackets on /. :)

No, it will not.

After the gold standard was abandoned in 1973, most countries began to stockpile US dollars, instead of gold, to maintain some security in their treasuries in case of rampant inflation/deflation.

However, as countries lose respect for the United States, and as the United States' stance is seen to be less stable, more and more nations will switch to stockpiling other currencies, like the Euro.

The net result of this for Joe American will be rampant inflation. All those stacks of US dollars that were previously safely locked up in random foreign vaults will hit the currency exchange, and get forced back into the American economy. As the American dollar falls in value due to inflation, more and more nations will feel compelled to liquidate their stocks of it before they lose all value. It'll be the currency-market equivalent of Black Thursday, and could be incredibly disastrous to the stability of America as a whole - perhaps even wrecking its status as the world's sole superpower. Just look what happened to Russia when its economy collapsed.

And who can say what will happen then? Will America bounce back like it did from the Great Depression? Or will Ashcroft and co take advantage of the 21st-century equivalent of Weimar Germany?

When you're at the top, an incredible amount relies not just on being the biggest, but on being trusted, liked, and perceived as stable. The current American administration has thrown much of this out the window, and the results could be disastrous. At any rate, the war will not be good for the economy. That's something you can count on.

No, it will not.

After the gold standard was abandoned in 1973, most countries began to stockpile US dollars, instead of gold, to maintain some security in their treasuries in case of rampant inflation/deflation.

However, as countries lose respect for the United States, and as the United States' stance is seen to be less stable, more and more nations will switch to stockpiling other currencies, like the Euro.

The net result of this for Joe American will be rampant inflation. All those stacks of US dollars that were previously safely locked up in random foreign vaults will hit the currency exchange, and get forced back into the American economy. As the American dollar falls in value due to inflation, more and more nations will feel compelled to liquidate their stocks of it before they lose all value. It'll be the currency-market equivalent of Black Thursday, and could be incredibly disastrous to the stability of America as a whole - perhaps even wrecking its status as the world's sole superpower. Just look what happened to Russia when its economy collapsed.

And who can say what will happen then? Will America bounce back like it did from the Great Depression? Or will Ashcroft and co take advantage of the 21st-century equivalent of Weimar Germany?

When you're at the top, an incredible amount relies not just on being the biggest, but on being trusted, liked, and perceived as stable. The current American administration has thrown much of this out the window, and the results could be disastrous. At any rate, the war will not be good for the economy. That's something you can count on.

• Machall - best..webcomic...ever (updates: "tues, thurs, sat" but more like when he gets around to it)
• Penny Arcade - a very popular, and very funny gaming comic (M W F)
• Megatokyo - a well drawn comic with a strong story mangaish (M W F)
• Ctrl-Alt-Del - cut and paste, but always funny (Daily)
• Something Positive - kinda cut and paste, but often very funny (daily)
• Real Life - cut and paste, but still a pretty funny gaming comic (mostly daily)
• Calvin and Hobbes - rereleasing C+H online, 10 years delayed...my personal fav (daily)
• Errant Story - a well drawn, story based modernish fantasy comic (updates every other day or so)
• Angst Technology - a game software firm and their antics (updates almost daily)

• (as if you need the link)Slashdot
• CBC News Canadian news from the CBC
• Debian Planet good debian news
• Footnotes GNOME news
• Ars Technica another tech site, often has interesting projects too...
• Anime News Network exactly what the name implies.
• Unconventional Conformity a blog.
• The Weather Network - for my local weather
• 
  
  And well, thats about it. That I check frequently at least. I do like webcomics and strongly suggest that you check out Machall Megatokyo and Errant Story if you don't already though! And then there's also everything2 but its not news and I can't check it daily (or else I would do nothing all day but read!) its too good at just drawing you in. And the anime turnpike to go browsing through Anime fansites...

I think my view of the word "taint" has been tainted by its other meaning.

Sorry, I realized afterwards that I was incorrect in that statement. It's not illegal as such, it's just that the copyright holders generally don't mind. Unlike the RIAA/MPAA, they've realized that sharing does help sales and increase popularity. Especially on a market that would otherwise be hard for them to get into.

See this E2 write-up for more information on the ethics of fansubbing.

To recap:

• Reliable
• Anonymous
• Totally decentralized
• More popular files are more widely distributed thus avoiding any /. effect

There are several definitions here along the lines of knowledge discovery. Data mining is actually a burgeoning field -- governments and corporations have tons of data and no idea what to do with it. Some applications include targeted advertising (such as direct mailing and click-stream analysis) and credit card freud detection (ever get a call after a large or out-of-state purchase?). I have heard the IRS uses it to detect tax freud and other criminal behavior. Oh yea, and in case you ever wondered why Wal Mart is in business textbooks and K-Mart filed for bankruptcy... supposedly, Wal Mart even uses it to decide product placement within each store!

For those of you not familiar, HEX is a lovely analogy constructed out of fictional glass tubes through which vast numbers of ants walk, diverted by gates (you get the idea). It has components including an unreal-time clock and generates messages along the lines of "+++ Out Of Cheese Error. Redo from Start +++". It apparently bears a witty "Anthill Inside" legend, and in one of the Discworld adventure games a comment is made that when you break it and the ants escape "it's been completely debugged".

I don't need to painfully fill in the gap between "walkware" and "ants walking around inside HEX", do I?

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There is a good explanation why the banana could be used as a pejorative when it comes to programming.

Don't you mean 4:33?

Crore - Tens of millions

Lakh - Hundreds of thousands

I find both terms to be a pain in the ass when analyzing financials for Indian companies.

"Damn! F'd up the decimals again - the company's ten times bigger than that."

Crore - Tens of millions

Lakh - Hundreds of thousands

I find both terms to be a pain in the ass when analyzing financials for Indian companies.

"Damn! F'd up the decimals again - the company's ten times bigger than that."

Crore - Tens of millions

Lakh - Hundreds of thousands

I find both terms to be a pain in the ass when analyzing financials for Indian companies.

"Damn! F'd up the decimals again - the company's ten times bigger than that."

So basically you guys go light on your criminals so that you can feel better about yourselves at night?

No, "we guys" do not consider rape in prison as a part of state punishment.

P.S. I don't know how did you deduce that I am a citizen of Netherlands - I am not, but perhaps the notion of not transferring the people who performed crimes against the society into the rank of animals is too far from your moral stance.

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