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Anti-Dot-Com Slogans Pepper SF
marks writes "Wired is carrying a story about some folks in San Francisco that are going around and putting up anti-dot-com stickers such as 'blowthedotoutyourass.com' and 'ButIDon'tNeedMyToothPasteDelivered.com.' They even have a website (blowthedotoutyourass.com) where other people can download and print their slogans and paste them other places. Its funny, in that sick, twisted, 'If I hear one more website commercial I'm gonna kill someone' way."
They should plaster the town with stickers saying 'We are a bunch of buttfucking faggots because we are in San Fransicso and we want to find some rich geeks for hot gay ASS-SEX'
Dialed-in, by Rob Morton (m/f, teen, inc)
Eight
When Lindsay and I got upstairs to Mom's room, the door was closed, so I
knocked, nervously wiping my hands on my pants. I looked at Lindsay for
a moment before leaning over and kissing her. "For luck," I said,
pushing the door open. We entered the room to find our mother standing
by the bed, wearing her robe.
"Close it," Mom commanded, waiting for Lindsay to shut the door behind
us, sealing our doom. "Now, one of you explain to me why this
happened."
"We love each other," I said, finding strength with Lindsay beside me.
"Don't you two get enough love around here without having to resort to
something like this?" Mom asked, looking at us. "Don't you think your
father and I love you?"
"We know that," Lindsay said, taking my hand. "But, well, it's just not
enough for us; we wanted more than what the two of you offer, not that
it's bad or anything."
"Now that you've said that, you leave me with very little choice in the
matter," Mom said. "Lindsay, get over here."
Lindsay looked at me, her dark brown eyes shimmering with tears. I
tried to will her the strength to deal with Mom's wrath, giving her hand
a reassuring squeeze before letting her go. My sister took two big
steps that placed her directly in front of Mom and all I could was stand
by helplessly and watch.
"Lindsay, this is something I should have done a long time ago," Mom
said, her hands moving to my sister's face, stroking her cheeks.
Lindsay flinched, expecting to be slapped and, shit, so did I.
"Mom, I'm sorry," Lindsay bawled.
"Not as sorry as you're gonna be," Mom said, leaning forward and
fastening her lips firmly onto Lindsay's.
"What the fuck..." I muttered as I watched my mother holding the back of
Lindsay's head, keeping their mouths glued together while using the
other hand to undo the belt of her robe, which fell to the floor to
reveal her, oh, shit, naked body underneath.
Lindsay instinctively wrapped her arms around Mom; I could see her body
relax as she returned Mom's passionate kiss. The whole shocking scene
went from my eyes straight to my dick, which had gotten hard so fast it
actually hurt!
Mom broke the kiss wetly and I could see her tongue slide from inside
Lindsay's mouth. "You shouldn't have fucked him before I did," Mom
said, running her hands under my sister's shirt and massaging her tits.
"I wanted to take his cherry but, since you beat me to it, you'll have
to pay the price!"
Keeping her hands firmly on Lindsay's head, Mom backed up until she
could first sit, then lie back on the bed, using her hands to guide my
sister's head to her - oh, wow - really hairy snatch. I could hear
Lindsay groan as her face was pulled closer to Mom's triangle; I wasn't
sure if it was a groan of protest or not because it didn't last very
long as Lindsay's face was pushed into Mom's bush, cutting off anything
else that might have been forthcoming.
Too stunned to move or say anything, all I could do was watch as Mom
started moving Lindsay's head along her gash; from where I was standing,
I could tell that my sister got the hint because I saw her tongue, pink
against Mom's dark bush, slide between her pussy lips tentatively at
first but with greater assurance.
"That's it, baby doll," Mom cooed. "Eat my box just like Lenny ate
yours! Deprive me of my pleasure, will you? That's it, that's right,
get your tongue in there, girl! Leonard?"
"Y-y-yeah, Mom?" I stuttered.
"I need something hard to suck on," Mom said, spreading her legs wider
as Lindsay sucked at her quim.
I really didn't want to take my eyes off of the sight of my sister
eating pussy - but I wasn't going to pass up a chance to get my woody
between my mother's lips, either. I undressed in a hurry, climbing onto
the bed beside my mother, who was now humping my sister's face gently;
before I could settle in good, Mom removed one hand from Lindsay's head,
grabbing my cock and giving it a couple of pulls.
"Not as big as your father's, but it's still growing," Mom commented
before opening her mouth and swallowing half my meager length in one
gulp. A tremendous shudder wracked my body as more of my stiffy
vanished into the liquid warmth of Mom's sucking mouth, her tongue
working along the shaft of my prick in ways I'll never be able to
describe.
The room was silent save for the obscene sounds of flesh being sucked
and lick, punctuated by my own groans of pleasure as we feasted upon
each other. Mom took that moment to break the spell, much to my
disappointment and Lindsay's.
"Slide up some," Mom ordered, making sure my sister came along with us
by keeping her fingers tightly entwined in Lindsay's hair. Now that we
were all on the spacious bed, Mom moved us around until I was
face-to-muff with my sister's coochie, her pink inner lips standing out
brightly against the darker-colored flesh of her outer lips.
"Eat her," Mom commanded, grabbing my cock once more and siphoning it
into her mouth.
Like I needed to be told twice. I dove into my sister's muff, not
bothering with teasing and tasting - just going straight for her clit.
I felt her body twitch as I made contact with her wetness; the more I
sucked her, the more she sucked Mom, the more Mom sucked me.
I could feel Mom's hands cradling my balls, massaging them, urging them
to give up their juices; at the other end, Lindsay had freed a hand,
using it to hold my head against her pussy, grinding her muff into my
face. I was really settling into our three-way chain when Mom let my
cock fall from her lips.
"Change places with your sister," Mom croaked, using her fingers on her
clit while Lindsay and I hustled to switch places, giving me the honor
of sucking my mother's cunt.
And what a cunt it was! Covered with a thick pelt of coal-black hair,
the pussy that gave birth to me was slick with Lindsay's saliva and
Mom's own juices; her scent was much stronger than Lindsay's, too,
insinuating itself into my sinuses. And, her clit! Having only eaten
one pussy before now, I was a little surprised to be confronted with the
clitoris of a grown woman. It was larger than Lindsay's and, as my
mouth latched onto it, it twitched and shuddered as if it had a mind of
its own.
The taste was different, too. Where Lindsay had a kind of sweetness to
her cunny, my mother's was straight-up tart and tangy, with a bit of
underlying sweetness added to the heady, musky scent. As Lindsay worked
the flesh of my cock with her teeth, I pushed all the idle thoughts
aside, focusing all my attention on my mother's cunt.
Mom was busy as well, working her mouth along Lindsay's pussy with more
experience and skill than Lindsay had ever experienced. I could hear
and feel my sister moaning as Mom worked her into a frenzy.
"MMMMMHHHHH!" Lindsay groaned, her tongue faltering against my manhood,
her body quaking as she succumbed to her orgasm. Her mouth fell away
from me, which was a good thing since I was just mere seconds from
filling her mouth with my creamy spunk.
As Lindsay fought her way through her climax, I got even busier on my
mother's puss, scraping my teeth carefully across the surface of her
clit before sucking it as hard as I could into my mouth. My reward was,
shall we say, something I'll remember for as long as I live.
I could feel my mother's girl-cock jerking in my mouth, each spasm
causing her sex to ooze more juice. I felt her hand dig into my scalp
as she worked her hips furiously, scouring my face with her thick, curly
rug just before a hot gush of liquid splashed into my face.
"God damn it!" Mom cursed, adding her other hand to my head, holding me
firmly in place as she fucked my face like a mad woman, her pussy
shooting squirt after squirt of a hot, tangy liquid into my mouth.
"SON-OF-A-BITCH!" Mom cursed and screamed her way through her orgasm;
beside me, Lindsay lay whimpering and moaning as her own trip to heaven
began to subside.
I couldn't keep up with the river of stuff coming out of Mom's snatch,
so I gave up, using my tongue to tease her into giving up more of it,
which she did in a generous fashion. My own need to come was great as
well, having been left hanging by Lindsay's departure.
Kudos, and thanks for the links and recommendation.
You don't, and in the jurisdictions that I know of, it's not illegal to commit suicide, for the obvious reason. It's only illegal to attempt suicide.
Dialed-in, by Rob Morton (m/f, teen, inc)
Nine
Mom finally let go of my head, her gushing pussy now down to a trickle;
I raised up onto my elbows, using my hands and tongue to wipe away the
excess liquids I'd been flooded with. I had only one thought as I
scrambled to my knees: going back to the place I came from - but dick
first!
"Yeah, baby," Mom said as I climbed between her legs, which she lifted
even higher and wider to admit me. "Spear me with that cock! Fuck my
hot hole!"
I groaned as I slid non-stop to the hilt in my mother's box, feeling the
hot, silken folds of her cunt accept me with embarrassing ease. I
withdrew a little and plunged back into her, feeling an electric tingle
running along my skin. I closed my eyes and concentrated on not coming,
but knowing that being side this experienced cunt would make not
shooting a foregone conclusion.
Beside me, I heard Lindsay yelp in surprise and I took a peek in her
direction to see what had startled her. What I saw almost made me lose
it as I took in the sight of Lindsay's legs being opened wide, her
thighs right in my face. They didn't stay there very long 'cause the
next thing I saw was Lindsay's sex being split and stretched wide by
what could only be my father's cock.
"You didn't think you were going to have all the fun, did you?" Dad
grunted as he impaled Lindsay on his long, thick pole.
Lindsay cried out in either pain or pleasure - or both - as inch after
inch of my father's big, black cock slid into her until nothing remained
outside of her except his balls, which were nestled against the crack of
her ass.
"Hey, baby," Dad said to Mom, settling in next to us. "You couldn't
wait until I got back?"
"Fuck, no," Mom hissed, using her cunt muscles to grip me tighter. "I
needed a head start."
"I'll deal with your ass later," Dad said as he started to fuck his
prick into his daughter with sure, firm thrusts. "Right now, I've got a
pussy to stretch! How're you doing, Len?"
"Uh, um..." I stuttered, unable to keep fucking my mother's hole and
talk to my father at the same time. Mom took advantage of my
distraction to dig her hands into the soft flesh of my ass, causing me
to slam my cock into her so hard I heard bone crash against bone. I
felt a tremendous pressure envelop my body, starting somewhere in my
stomach and working its way outward.
"He's gonna blow," my father said, pounding my sister's cunt into a
frothy mess as he observed my approaching release. "Give it to her
good, son! Cream her ass!"
And cream it I did. I grunted once as the first jet of spunk spit from
the head of my cock, followed in rapid succession by more powering
spurts, each one sending an indescribable wave of pleasure throughout my
young body. I wanted to laugh, cry, babble - something! But the
pleasure wasn't to be denied as I continued to helplessly pump sperm
into my mother's steaming quim. Spent, I collapsed onto my mother,
feeling her arms surround me, her lips kissing my face repeatedly as she
whispered her approval to me. I turned my head to watch the other drama
unfold...
Lindsay's face was a mask of... something. I don't know what it was,
but it was a fierce look as her supple body did its best to contain
Dad's thick dong as he pounded into her with a gusto I knew I'd have to
be equal to.
"Damn, this is some good pussy," Dad muttered, changing speed inside
Lindsay and making her pussy gush as she came; it must have been one
hell of a feeling because she didn't - probably couldn't - cry out as
she had when Mom got her off. "I'm gonna fuck this thing so hard you
won't be able to sit down for a week!"
Lindsay began to cry as she gave in to our father's onslaught. "Oh,
Mom, this is so good!" she blubbered and I felt better knowing that Dad
really wasn't hurting her.
"Your father's good, baby," Mom said, her words comforting her daughter
as she struggled to survive Dad's masterful strokes. "He'll treat your
pussy good, believe me!"
Shit, I could believe it as I watched the thick stalk of my father's
prick pistoning into my sister, its thickness stretching her wide with
every stroke. Dad had stopped wolfing, his face screwed tight in
concentration, little rivulets of perspiration running down his chiseled
features as he fucked into Lindsay's pussy faster and harder.
"YES!" Dad cried, slamming his prick into Lindsay so hard I could hear
her teeth clacking together. It didn't take a genius to figure out he
was flooding her overworked stuff with sperm.
"OH, SHIT!" Lindsay responded, her eyes going wide with surprise,
leaving me to wonder what she was feeling as Dad grunted and groaned,
filling her pussy with more of his spunk.
"Move, boy," Dad suddenly said, pulling his cock out of the mess that
used to be Lindsay's cunt. As I hurried to get out of his way, I was
surprised by a long spurt of jizz that hit me in the face. Curious, I
swiped at it with my tongue, tasting the thick, salty liquid as Dad took
my place between Mom's legs, spearing her with one deft thrust.
My own cock was hard again; I looked at Lindsay, who was lying next to
our cursing mother, moving her head from side to side. "Lindsay?" I
asked. She opened her eyes, saw my cock bobbing in front of me, and
nodded.
"Give it to me, Len," she said, opening her arms and legs. "Hurry,
honey!"
I climbed between her legs, stabbing at her center. I grunted as my
cock slid into her, lubricated by the copious amount of sperm left
behind by my father, who was tearing my mother a new ass, cursing and
asking her who's pussy it was.
"Hurry, Len," Lindsay pleaded. "Fuck me hard and fast, just like Dad
did!"
Shit. I saw first-hand that following my father would be a difficult
task, my cock being nowhere near his size. I took a deep breath and
started fucking my sister, my lover, as hard and fast as I could, much
to her delight, if her squeals of pleasure were any indication.
My parents' bed was a frenzy of activity, the headboard smashing against
the wall and the box spring creaked in protest as me and my father
worked our asses off to please our women. At one point, he looked at
me, winked and smiled as my mother fucked back at him. I even managed
to return both the smile and the wink, returning to my attempt to
duplicate my father's pounding of Lindsay's snatch.
"I'm gonna do it again," Lindsay whispered, looking up at me. I could
see her love for me in her eyes just before her orgasm hit her.
Lindsay's eyes rolled back into her head and she uttered a scream that
sent chills down my spine.
It got our parents' attention, too, as they both turned their heads and
watched me pound my sister as she came, Lindsay's body shuddering under
my novice attempts to wreck her.
"That boy is gonna be good," my father said with pride.
"He'll get plenty of practice, that's for sure," Mom agreed, raking her
nails along my father's sweaty back.
I barely heard what they were saying about me 'cause my prick was
swelling inside of Lindsay's pussy; Dad had stretched her out pretty
good, leaving her hole feeling big and sloppy. But my cock filled the
gap he'd left behind, the feelings within me coming to a fine, sharp
point before I fell over the edge, adding my spunk to my father's.
I went into sensory overload as my dick continued to shoot gob after god
of pearly jizz into a screeching, thrashing Lindsay; even as I passed
out, my cock continued on automatic, quivering and jerking inside of my
sister until it delivered the last of its payload. The last thing I
remember was hearing my father calling my mother a sperm-stealing bitch,
as he shot his load into her. Then the darkness came...
* * *
I awoke the next morning to the incredible sensation of someone sucking
my morning hard-on. I groaned at the delicious feeling, raising my head
and opening my eyes to find my father sucking away at my erection.
Beside me and down a little further on the bed, Mom and Lindsay were
locked into a vicious 69 with Lindsay on top working her pussy all over
Mom's face and mouth.
My father's strong mouth drew my seed from me explosively and I gave in
to the unusual pleasure. I could feel my father turning his body as he
siphoned off my load, his prick coming into view, the large, bulbous
head slipping between my lips, I had a really odd thought:
The grass wasn't going to get cut today...
I recently entertained the possibility of moving back to the Bay Area -- had no problem lining up job interviews; hell, I had no problem getting solid job offers sight unseen. After spending a week, I realized there's nothing in the world I want to do less than move back to that paved-over bumper to bumper shitstain of a peninsula.
It's hard to describe why I feel the way I do about a part of the world I adored only 18 months prior. There's something I can't quite put my finger on... it's sort of as if some mass hysteria, hypnosis, or delusion has gripped the population. Oh, wait I think I know what it is: it's the same sort of atmosphere one experiences when diving into the crowd at the local riverboat casino. Tawdry, crass, smelly, and strange little addicts praying to God the next roll of the dice brings them untold riches. That's all they live for. Hmmm...
Oh, and as far as the story which spawned this discussion goes: if you're in the Bay Area, you won't "get" what these people are doing. It's a joke designed for those of us who have been there and done that. Check back in five or six years when most of you turn 30 and if you still don't "get" it, I'll do my best to explain.
the ideal place for .com advertisments has been discovered. For the last 3-5 months it has not been possible to find a London double-decker bus without a .com advertised along the side. I can remember when Colgate used to advertise how long their particular brand of toothpase could go, but these ads have now been pushed aside for the high-tech zero-income .com industry. Stop the madness!
Ha ha, you fucking idiot. I love you. C'mere and kiss me you fool.
How did Jon katz get in here?
The book wasn't bad, but it wasn't very good, either. The points it attempted to make were good ones, but it didn't do a very good job of making them.
Someone's been reading to much Robert Anton Wilson...
"PS: I submitted this last night and it got declined. Go figure."
You should immediately start fuckslashdotssubmissionqueue.com
BTW many editors look at the queue. One rejects a story, another likes it and posts it, they don't think the same way I guess...
Yes, that's going to have a big impact on e-commerce. Right. Small people with a small plan.
A campaign against dot-com commercials? What we need is a campaign against phone commercials.
Simply, the people that Silicon Valley is attracting are far too shortsighted. Sure you might hit a gold strike. However, on average you're likely to be rather worse off. A new dot.com company in the middle of nowhere can be effectively connected to the entire world.
We have high tech communications networks and transport technology that can get us on the other side of the planet inside of 24 hours. There's simply no need to cluster in Silicon Valley, even for the talent. This isn't the pre-industrial era here.
What a dot.com in somewhere like Kansas could offer you is a decent standard of living with minimal cost. The dot.com could pay you HALF an you could still get the house or afford to drive around the SUV.
Do the math; calculate what you have to make and what you have to put down for a house in the Valley (500-700K) vs. Texas or Ohio (100K-200K).
A dot.com in Kansas could afford to just plain BUY houses as signing bonuses and still come out ahead.
That's a classic apathy response, "you shouldn't complain because I have it even worse." But there's nothing wrong with both Silicon Valley and SF implementing resident protection.
Yeah those of us who do live here call it "The City" but usually we just refer to where we are going in "The City" ie "I went to chinatown for lunch"
If you care, here are the statistics on the Blow the Dot Out Your Ass site.
Salon definitely gets the credit for breaking the KillTheDot story. But for what it's worth, the quick sequence of our stories was -- I swear -- a matter of coincidence. We both hit it at the same time, and it took me too long to get it out the door. That's not to say that Wired -- as well as Salon and other pubs -- haven't "followed" others' leads in the past, and the pissing match proceeds. But for the record, this one really was a matter of timing, not filching. Over and out - Chris Oakes, Wired News
Because you can work on "the next thing" here. The stuff many companies are working on here is what the rest of the country/world will be working with in a year or two and by then you will be working on its replacement. But please don't move here, there is no place for you to live. As soon as the bubble bursts in this whole .com thing there are going to be a lot of people owing $700,000 US on a $100,000 house. It isn't going to be pretty.
What's SEI/CMM? Like to briefly discuss their basic principles? (If you'd bother to distribute knowledge instead of criticizing people for their ignorance, I think you'd find a lot of people to be quicker and more committed learners than you guess.)
1: Your paranoid
2: You are more paranoid than everyone in alt.conspiracy put together
3: No, those wern't aliens that gave you that rectal probe.
4: You should quit using the Weekley World News as your official news source.
5: Your paraniod
6: You should wander outside and get yourself a life.
7: Quit snorting your Prozac.
Wait...maybe you >do know what you are talking about...perhaps MS is also behind global warming?? They are using their "PC on every desktop" to proliferate global warming!!
Ok, I should stop now, but this is too funny!! I wish I could sit down and get drunk with you! I would piss my pants!
must go---can't type---laughing to hard!
Right to the point! I can't even describe how much I hate it when people use this F-word. Of course, none of the people I know in the Bay Area uses it, but sometimes my friends from the outside ask me something like "How's life in Frisco" and I immediately tell them to shut up and never use that word again... Where did this stupid name come from, anyway? Also, why do we hate it so much? I mean, I can't really explain why I feel this way, I just know I do...
I'm an A.C. cuz' I'm travelling and didn't send my account info. I'm not sure where you're coming from on general rent exceeding a grand in Denver. I live in a one bedroom apartment, have a twenty minute walk to my office downtown every day, and spend a little over $500 a month including a garaged parking space. Granted, it isn't the newest or most beautiful building in the world. I know that housing costs are high here (and have gotten ridiculously worse in the last ten years), but I think it is an exaggeration to say that sub-$1000 rent doesn't exist in Denver. Now a reasonable house for less than $250,000 - that's something else...
The page seems to be down, only showing an dir listing with, oooh stats! Cursed slashdot has ruined yet another luddite campaign with its technology! ARRRRRGH!
Madp0et, you are a fucking idiot. Just fyi.
your armchair psychology is rather amusing. I can only hope that you meant this post as a joke. Normally I wouldn't believe that anyone could be serious about such a ridiculous oversimplification, but this is slashdot, after all.
You are either ignorant or totally naive. San Francisco is a machine politics town, and is certainly pay-to-play. The politicians are doing their part to help the Internet economy, just as they've been paid to do.
I don't know what Valencia street you were on. The Valencia by my place has about three yuppie restaurants per block. Sure, some of the old dives are there, but it's very different than from even two years ago.
I dunno, sometimes "Fuck You!" is the best reasoning available.
Bowling, bowling. Before automated pinsetters, somebody sat in a chair on the other end of the lane, above the pins. After the pins stopped bouncing around, I would drop the bar, in case the drunks sent another ball down, put the pins in the setter, raise the bar, and wait for the try at the spare.
Did this from 6pm to 3am Fridays and Saturdays without breaks, for 35 cents an hour plus tips, which were good for a skinny hustler like me. Some weeks I made more than the old man, developed tremendous upper body strength, did great in wrestling. Worked for Slug at the Bucket of Blood (true name of bar), town isn't even on the map anymore.
Thank heavens for computerized pinsetters, today's fat kids would file child abuse complaints if they had to do this for even 10 minutes. Good thing the Bowl-A-Ramas have entire Beowulf clusters of these things. Much better for self esteem
If these whiney Luddites ever had a real job, they would appreciate the joys of PHP over PostgreSQL.
contact: sam.lowry@blowthedotoutyourass.com
Well, then... that tears it. I'm hunting you down, Caine. This is all your fault.
Ive been on the internet since before it was cool, 91 92? i dont remember exactly .com companies think theyre gonna turn the internet into the worlds largest mall. Little do they know that once the novelty has worn off for all these aolers who just got on last month, theyll go back to buying their books and software at wal-mart just like they always did
I have YET to buy ANYTHING on the internet!!!
I dont log on to the web to buy groceries or to ride in the "cybervator"
these
cdnow? more like cd-in-3-or-4-days
put your cc# out there for some script kiddie to steal so you can save 1.50 on the latest spice whores cd. just what i wanna do!!!!!!!!
The problems that SF is facing is of it's own making.
Internet companies didn't make it practially illegal to build new housing in SF. SF politicians did.
Internet companies didn't refuse to do anything about traffic or parking, and then complained about the resulting mayhem. SF politicians did.
Internet companies didn't impose a state of war between renters and landlords through rent control. SF politicians did.
However, SF politicians didn't invent blaming all their problems on the nasty subhuman outsiders. That one is universal.
(version NOT defaulting to HTML, sorry, I know, I know.. )
The whole thing strikes me as hollow geek chic.
I can just picture it.
Late at night on a dark corner in San Francisco:
"See! We have a sense of humor about ourselves.. The dot com ads are *soooo* rude!! oops, hang on, gotta take this cell phone call.. "
"Sorry I'm late, I had to synchronize my pilot and avantgo before leaving just in case I suddenly had the urge to go see a movie or rudely read news bits in the middle of our conversation."
"See! I'm part of The City. I'm fighting the man. Dot commer slime are ruining the city!! Wait, they're ticketing my illegally parked Z! Be right back."
"Okay, I'm here, let's do it!! Sorry I'm late, I printed the sickers on the color laser at work but couldn't find a space big enough to part my 'Runner. I squeezed it into one of the 'compact' spaces down the block. Whoops, another cell call, hang on."
There's a long list of things that are rude, socially irresponsible and obnoxious about the tech culture around here (and most places) that have very little to do with the advertisements.
For any sensible person, the ads aren't even in the top 10.
Given the atmosphere in SF, by the end of the month, it'll be Geek Cool to bash dot-coms in an attempt by the (largely unaccepted and seriously bashed in the free press) geek contingent to be perceived as cool and accepted.
Christ, it's highschool all over again and the geeks still haven't gotten over it. They're still being made fun of and they're still responding by trying to sound cool by bashing themselves.
-RSR
Pass this on to the makers of 7-up, see if they try to sue for the defacement of their "dot".
http://www.blowthedotoutyourass.com/ - fairly much lacking wit or humour, or much of a purpose. What is so great about putting an unfunny poster over a Garage Parking sign ... concept of 'off topic' must be raised. See, for instance, http://www.billboardliberation.com/ ... now if this model were followed, we could mark them up a tad.
I live in the bay area, and agree. The only time I hear the term frisco is from outsiders
They're development methodologies used by people who enjoy debating process more than writing software.
YMMV.
The first automated pinsetter was installed in a bowling alley (that is no longer here) in my back yard (just N of Ohio State University). True. True.
Doubt it.
Oh sut the fuck up, you babbly bitch.
I work right down there in where these kids are posting this shit. I find it funny how these kids need to reject the internet to be cool in their minds. I admit I am a web programmer, and while I am sure there are some not so great aspects of the web, in general it has allowed producers of goods to sell them bypassing the corporate money grubbers who use to make their money by controlling distribution of these products. Look at music or online publishing.
Now anyone can distribute their music for fun or profit. If these kids really cared about the great inequities in the world there are about a million worse things out there. Shit look at all the homeless in SF. Why are they not helping them out. Or the high cost of pub. transportation in SF. Why are they not investigating that. Or why are they not protesting the police killing of 2 black unarmed men in NYC.
I dont have much respect for Luddites.
Because we all know that people who aren't so wise to the rules of etiquette as you are inherently unintelligent people and are incapable of knowing that expletives just aren't a sophisticated way of saying things.
Holy smoke! An adult on slashdot. You should be interviewed, because you are a rarity. Of course, it offends geek sensibility to have any sense of tact.
After reading for months about how "yuppified" San Francisco is, I took a walk yesterday down Mission Street and down Valencia street. I expected to see SUV's everywhere, fancy shops and resturants, and a parade of yuppies. Instead I saw the same Mission District that was there 15 years ago. Virtually everyone looked poor. After walking for an hour I saw maybe 4 people who looked like they could afford the Gap. The propaganda that dot com people are invading and driving out the locals is a lot of BS.
Besides the fact that you're on crack?
Well, I've heard horror stories about this, but I'm not set to dismiss process out of hand as an important ingredient. Anyone want to explain these methods? (How about it, Spanky?)
I've been here three years,I moved here from Sunnyvale .What did I get for moving here 18 parking tickets for a car I cant use . BTW parking here cost $275 per month @2nd and Mission. I'll take my chances on the muni 38. The real truth Soma and most of SF suck. If the homeless dont beg you to death the food from the rat infested buildings will. It is a great to see some one put up signs about the dot coms,I hope more go up.
Blast!! Already /.'ed before I could print my own!!
How truly you speak! I'll bet the parent poster is one of those very DotCom Dipshits who recently moved to the Bay Area (but not San Francisco) to give up all semblance of a quality human life for an obscenely overpaid DotCom job.
MODERATE this UP!!!!
MODERATE this WAY UP!!!!
I don't blame the immigrants directly. They're just being used by a larger system they don't understand. If there were decent protections for existing residents, we wouldn't have the problem. However, politicians at the local and state level have naturally followed the money, which means supporting landlords and weakening renter protections. They have put in place a system which effectively lets them strip-mine all culture in SF and sell it to the highest bidder, leaving waste at the end. They don't care, most of them don't live in SF anyway.
I don't think that owners should be able to evict their tenants to move into a building. An owner would know the law before s/he bought the property, so wouldn't have much right to complain (though that doesn't stop them now). "Horrors!", you say. "I have a God-given right to live in my own home!" Well, it's not your home, it's the tenants' home. You just own the property on paper, not in any community sense. If this sounds radical, you should know that in many countries renters are well-protected, and an owner can't evict a tenant just because they want to move in.
This is a basic truth of human, and even animal, interactions: Your right to move somewhere new does not outweigh my right to stay where I've lived for a long time. Anything else is anti-community.
Dialed-in, by Rob Morton (m/f, teen, inc)
Three
I once heard my father make a comment about God having a sense of humor;
I think I know what he meant. For the past couple of weeks, I'd been
romancing my own sister, pouring my heart out to her and revealing a
side of myself that, under normal conditions, would never see the light
of day.
Oh, sweet Jesus, the things I've said to her! I clearly remember the
day I wrote and told her about the fantasies I was having about her and
all the sexual things I'd love to do to her. And, just as shocking, I
remember her reply, so hot and sultry that I spent a couple of hours
spanking the monkey, reading her reply over and over.
"Wait a minute," I said aloud. "This doesn't prove anything!" I turned
to my keyboard with newly found determination as I though of a way to
prove this most interesting revelation. I talked to myself as I typed.
"If Lindsay is Bodacious, then I need to prove it by sending a message
containing something only I would know, something she didn't reveal
during our conversations." My fingers flew across the keys, pounding
out a message that would provide the proof needed to save my soul from
eternal damnation. After a while, I sat back and looked at the message
I'd composed.
"My darling Bodacious, I'm glad that the thought of us finally meeting
has brought so much joy to your heart."
Okay, nothing unusual here, I thought - it's the kind of reply she'd
expect from the guy she knew as "LonelyOne."
"I, too, cannot wait to finally hold you in my arms and feel the heat of
your body next to mine so we can explore those things we've only dreamed
of."
And what things I've dreamt about her, too. I could feel my cock
growing hard and it surprised me a little because I realized that I was
very much in love with Bodacious. That she may be my sister didn't take
any of the edge of my horniness. My eyes returned to the last and
deciding sentence.
"I just can't wait to peel you out of that light green top you're fond
of wearing so I can suck your nipples, exciting you until you beg me to
fuck you."
Now, in part, there's nothing unusual about this either - Lindsay, uh,
Bodacious was telling me how sensitive her nipples were and how much she
liked having them sucked and tweaked. The clincher was the light green
top I mentioned - the one she's wearing right now. I clicked the Send
button and sat back to wait. I knew that in about five minutes, I'd
find out if I were right because all holy hell was going to break out on
the other end of the hallway.
I got tired of sitting and waiting, so I went to the doorway, straining
my ears for the sound of Lindsay's incoming mail notification. A second
or two later, I though I heard the slightly muffled sound of a trumpet
fanfare - but I couldn't be 100% sure since Lindsay's door was closed.
It didn't really matter 'cause I knew that if I were right, there would
be no mistaking the next sound I'd hear.
I turned to go back to my computer with mixed feelings. On one hand, I
was pretty sure that Bodacious was my sister and just that thought alone
was pretty fucking exciting. Just the same, I was strangely
disappointed that my theory was wrong. Just as I was about to concede
defeat and go back to what I was doing, I heard Lindsay's door open then
slam closed, followed by the sound of what could only be described as
angry footsteps coming in my direction.
"Oh, shit," I muttered out loud. "I was right! Now what the fuck do I
do?"
"LENNY!"
"Oh, damn," I said, suddenly getting an urge to go play basketball.
But, knowing that I couldn't escape, I simply sat and waited for Lindsay
to explode through the door.
"You son-of-a-bitch!" Lindsay said as she stormed into my room.
"Hey, what's going on?" I asked innocently. "You didn't have to break
down the door, you know - knocking works."
"Fuck you, you rotten bastard," Lindsay snarled, her normally light
complexion darkened by her obvious anger. "I want to know how you did
it - and you'd better make it good!"
"How I did what?"
"How you managed to tap into my computer and intercept my personal
messages. Man, how can you stoop so low?"
Shit, I was pretty good with a computer - but not that good. "Uh,
Lindsay, there's no way I could have tapped into your computer - we
don't have a network set up in the house! Everybody has their own
computer and modems! Shit, I don't know your modem's phone number!"
"You're lying, you dog," Lindsay said, grabbing a handful of my shirt
and drawing her fist back.
"No, I'm not lying," I replied, throwing my hands up to ward off her
blow.
"You have to be lying," Lindsay said, releasing my shirt.
"You know I don't lie, Sis," I said.
"Oh, no," Lindsay muttered, deflating like a balloon as her anger flowed
out of her - only to be replaced with a scared look. "Oh, my God...
no."
"Lindsay..."
"You mean to tell me that, oh, Jesus, I've been pouring my heart out TO
YOU for the last couple of weeks? It's not possible, it just can't be
possible!"
"If it means anything to you," I said quietly, "I was surprised when I
finally put it together."
"How long have you known?"
"About ten minutes," I said. "Right after I left your room. I sent
that last message as a test to see if what I thought was for real."
"I said things to you I'd ever say to anybody," Lindsay said, sitting
down on my bed, holding her face in her hands. "Confided my deepest
feelings to somebody I thought I could fall in love with - only to find
out that person's my own brother. Jesus Christ!"
Part of me wanted to go over and take my sister's hand as she cried,
while another part of me thought better of it. So, I sat there, feeling
helpless until Lindsay finally lifted her head; reaching behind me, I
grabbed a few tissues and handed them to her.
"So now what?" Lindsay asked, wiping her eyes.
"I don't understand..." I replied.
"All those things I told you and, even worse, all those things you said
to me!"
"Lindsay, when I wrote those things, I didn't know it was you," I said
pleadingly. "But..."
"But what?"
I knew I was about to crawl out on the highest, weakest limb known to
man; but, in my heart, I knew I had to. "But I meant everything I said,
every word of it."
"I don't believe I'm hearing this!"
"Coming from me, you should," I said, reminding her of my honest streak.
"Lenny, some of those letters you wrote were pretty damned steamy - I'm
surprised you could even think of things like that!"
"Lindsay," I began, inching my chair closer to her. "Over these last
few weeks, I was having a lot of good conversations with a girl I
believed to be the right one for me. She was smart, funny, tender, and
someone I wanted to share my heart with."
"Meaning what?"
"Meaning that just because I found out that you and Bodacious were the
same person doesn't change the way I feel. Look, you might think I'm
some kind of pervert or something, but while we were trading those
letters, I think I fell in love with you."
"But I'm your sister!" Lindsay protested.
"Nothing says I can't love my own sister," I said, waiting for the limb
to break and send me crashing to my doom.
"Leonard," Lindsay said in that quiet voice that made me nervous, "In
some of those letters, you were talking about how you dreamed about...
about..."
"Going down on you?" I supplied. "Or are you talking about those times
when I told you that I couldn't get to sleep at night without jerking
off and imagining that we were making love?"
"Yeah, that," Lindsay said, her face now flushing red with
embarrassment.
"I meant every word of it, Lindsay," I said, reaching out to touch her
hand, only to have her snatch it away from me as if my touch were
poisonous.
"I would think you'd have a change of heart, now that you know who you
were really talking to," Lindsay whispered.
"You know, under normal circumstances, I'd agree with you. But, I also
spent those wonderful weeks reading the words you sent me in return. I
still have all of those letters."
"Maybe you should delete them," Lindsay offered, her eyes meeting mine
for the first time since threatening to punch my lights out.
"Look, if you want them back, give me a few minutes to download them to
a diskette; what you do with them after that is up to you."
Speaking of large billboards, maybe they could spring for a real billboard, a big one!! A giant billboard saying, "FuckYouAndTheStartUpYouRodeInOn.com"!!
thisislame.com
You *obviouisly* don't live in "Frisco", since only morons from the suburbs and the midwest call it that.
Pardon me as I tell all of you to blow it out your nostrils. The internet like all tools of media has become a tool of capitalism. It is also discernable from regular media because no matter its propagandistic uses, there is always an opposing viewpoint no matter how pinheaded.
P.S. Let's have a moment of silence for my brilliant work surrounded by you dolts.
rue the day
"Rue the day, who talks like that?"
-Real Genius
I agree completely. I just moved here and I'm amazed at how unfriendly SF is. These people have way too much time and anger on their hands.
Someone before mentioned that SF is the 'last bastion of an interesting scene' in America. Bullshit. It's a boring town full of wankers who are too busy gazing into their own navels to be interesting.
Dialed-in, by Rob Morton (m/f, teen, inc)
Four
I turned back to my desk, searching through the clutter until I found a
diskette. Save for the sound of my computer humming away, the room was
quiet as I exported every letter Lindsay/Bodacious had written me.
After the transfer was complete, I turned and held out the diskette to
my sister.
"Here you go," I said. "You won't have to worry about anything being
said about it - you have my word that this'll never go out of this
room. So, now, if we're done, I want to get back to what I was doing."
I dropped the diskette into her lap and turned back to the computer.
"Lenny?"
"Hmm?"
"Did you really mean it when you said that your feelings for me were
very strong?"
"Yes, I meant it," I said, irritated by having to repeat myself.
"Aren't you going back to your room? Seems to me you've got some
letters to delete..."
Lindsay didn't say anything else and I had nothing else to say. I
didn't see my sister get up, but I heard the door click closed a moment
later.
"Fuck," I growled. "Jesus, I am such a jerk!"
I spent the next few minutes defragging my hard drives and other
assorted tasks; I was about to shut down my e-mail program and break the
connection when the "New Message" flag popped up.
"I wonder who the fuck this is?" I asked, my mood very foul and very
ugly. I slid the pointer over to the icon and double-clicked it. The
program hummed to itself for a moment before revealing the message's
sender.
It was from Bodacious.
I wasn't sure what I wanted to do at this point. It was bad enough I
had fallen madly in love with a girl who turned out to be my own sister,
even worse when I confirmed to her that my feelings were real. When I
handed Lindsay that diskette, I realized I was handing over the love of
my life to her for disposal.
"I might as well see what she wants," I said, clicking on the message.
"If you're not too mad with me, would you come to my room for a moment?
There's something I need to say to you. Bodacious."
I frowned at the screen; If Lindsay wanted to apologize, she could have
just sent a message; her signing it as Bodacious didn't make me feel any
better and I really didn't feel like exposing myself to her wrath
again. I was about to delete the message when the message flag flew
again - another message from Lindsay/Bodacious.
"Please? It's really important," the message read after I clicked on
it.
"Oh, why the hell not?" I said. "It can't get any worst than it already
is." I took my time shutting down the computer before dragging my ass
down the hallway. I stopped in front of Lindsay's door and knocked.
"Come on in, Lenny," came the muffled reply.
I turned the knob and pushed the door open, expecting to find my sister
at her desk - which didn't prepare me to find her stretched out on the
bed, as naked as the day she was born!
"I was beginning to wonder if you were going to show up," Lindsay said,
turning onto her side to look at me. "Come in, close the door and lock
it, please?"
Is this what it's like to have a stroke? I heard Lindsay's request;
yet, I was frozen in place, my mouth hanging open at the sight of her
nakedness. All I could do was stand there and drink in her beauty, a
beauty I never really paid attention to before.
But now, backlit by the sunlight streaming through the window, I could
see that Lindsay, my lovely Bodacious, was indeed one stunning, sexy
creature! Of course, I've seen her wearing bathing suits - but this was
something else! She had released the clips holding her long hair in
place, the shiny mane flowing over her shoulders. My eyes, which seem
to be working just fine, traveled the length of her tawny-colored skin,
right down to the neatly trimmed patch of jet black hair on her mons.
"Lenny?"
"Huh?"
"The door?" Lindsay asked, flashing me that wonderful smile of hers.
"Huh?"
"Are you going to close the door?" Lindsay repeated, her smile growing
wider as she realized that probably for the first time in our lives
together, she had managed to shut me up.
"Oh! Yeah, uh, sure," I finally managed to say, reaching behind me and
closing the door without taking my eyes off of her. "Lindsay? What's
going on?"
"Come over here and sit with me," Lindsay said, patting a spot next to
her on the bed. "As a matter of fact, why don't you get undressed
first? Then, after we're comfortable, I'll tell you what's going on."
"Are you sure?" I asked stupidly.
"Of course I'm sure, Len," my sister replied sweetly. "Now, get
undressed so we can talk."
Nervously, I pulled my shirt over my head and let it drop to the floor,
reaching next for my waist to unfasten my belt. It actually took me a
couple of tries to undo it 'cause my fingers were trembling something
fierce. I let my jeans fall slowly around my ankles, stepping out of
them carefully. As I continued to disrobe, Lindsay lay on the bed
watching me.
I stood before my sister wearing nothing but my underwear, trying to
determine what was behind the look she was giving me as my erection
throbbed against my body. It wasn't quite leering... but it wasn't
clinical by any means. She was just looking at me. Leaving my
discarded clothing in a pile where I stood, I stepped toward the bed,
only to have Lindsay waggle a finger at me.
"You forgot something," she said impishly.
"I did?"
"Underwear aren't permitted during this discussion, Len," Lindsay
replied. "Lose 'em and get over here!"
I did as my sister asked, experiencing a moment of pure embarrassment as
my cock sprang free, bobbing and weaving. After seeing her smile of
approval, I joined Lindsay on the bed, sitting down next to her as if
the bed would explode any second.
"I guess I owe you an explanation," Lindsay began, scooting over a
little and turning so she could look at me.
All I could do was nod as my cock lurched at her closeness, her normally
fresh-scrubbed scent mixed in with something else I couldn't readily
identify.
"After I left your room," Lindsay began, "I got to thinking about what
you had said, you know, about meaning what you had written in those
emails you sent me? When you told me that you had fallen in love with
me, I realized that through your letters, I had fallen in love with you
as well."
"Okay," I managed to say, swallowing the lump in my throat. "So why are
we here like this?"
"Well," Lindsay began, running her fingers lightly across my back and
causing multiple flocks of goose bumps to rise on my skin. "It seems to
me that when two people fall in love, they should consummate it -
wouldn't you agree?"
"Um, yeah, but..."
"But what?"
"You're my sister," I said, stating the obvious, feeling the tension
melting away under her fingers. "If we, um, do this, it would be
incest! We could get in a lot of trouble, especially if Mom and Dad
find out!"
"So they won't find out," Lindsay said softly, kissing my shoulder. The
light touch of her lips was doing a great deal to convince me that her
assessment of our situation was the right one... well, at least my dick
thought so as it continued to ooze drop after drop of pre-cum.
"I don't understand why the change... why this?" I somehow managed to
say, my whole body flushed with warmth.
"I realized something, Len," Lindsay began, sitting up a little and
leaning against me, adding her warmth to the fires raging inside of me.
"I've gone out with a couple of guys, even let one of them fuck me
because I believe him when he said he loved me..."
"Only to find out all he wanted was your body," I finished, exulting in
the feel of my sister's skin against mine, the scent of her body
intoxicating me with its promises.
"Yes," Lindsay replied quietly, nuzzling my neck. "It wasn't too long
after that when I saw the ad - your ad - on the bulletin board. At
first, I started not to answer it but there was something about the way
it was worded and, well, I answered it."
Lindsay used her hands to move me a little before shifting her position
so she could put her head in my lap.
"Uh..." I stammered, my heart downshifting into sixth gear as my sister
settled in, looking up at me.
"What? Oh, don't worry, I won't hurt him," Lindsay smiled up at me,
dazzling me with her pearly-white smile... and raising my blood pressure
up over 180. "Now, where was I?"
"You were about to tell me why, uh, why we're like this," I said,
reaching down and stroking my sister's hair.
"When we started writing, I thought you were full of shit," Lindsay said
with a small laugh. "But, the more I read, the more I came to realize
how special you were. After about the fifth or sixth letter, I decided
to match your openness and, well, you know the rest."
"We said some pretty outlandish shit to each other, didn't we," I said
with a laugh, feeling spiritually closer to my sister than ever before.
"Yeah, that we did," Lindsay agreed, looking up at me. "So, now it's
time."
"Time? Time for what?"
"Time for the talking to end and the loving to begin; time to see if
you're all talk and no action," Lindsay said, rolling over until she was
"face to face" with my erection. "Time for this..."
I think "dot com dipshits" is much more descriptive. Face it. All the dot commers are about is money, money, money. They don't have any kind of life except early to work, late to knock off and go to the gym, then straight home to their outrageously expensive apartments, furnished with naught but a bed, a TV, and a rubber fuck dummy-- they have no time for a sex life with a real person who requires attention beyond their own orgasm. These people are devoid of personality, devoid of manners, and devoid of any kind of meaningful life. All they are is a walking bank account. Money, money, money-- gimme more.
Dialed-in, by Rob Morton (m/f, teen, inc)
Five
When I first walked into Lindsay's room and found her lying on the bed
naked, I had a pretty good idea as to what it felt like to have a
stroke; as her supple mouth covered my cock, I got a chance to
experience what it was like to have a heart attack.
"Oh, shit," I whispered, feeling my sister's awfully wet mouth sucking
me with a gentle urgency, her tongue rasping along the taut surface of
my maleness. I could feel the blood draining from my head, flowing into
my groin and leaving me feeling dizzy and lightheaded.
I opened my eyes (when had I shut them?) a little and looked down, only
to have more blood drain from other parts of my body into my cock as I
took in the unbelievable sight of Lindsay's head bobbing up and down as
she gobbled my meat hungrily. I placed my hand gently on the back of
her head, stroking her long, black hair.
Lindsay moaned her pleasure, the sub-vocal sounds sending a tingly
feeling all up and down my cock-shaft. She held the head of my cock in
her mouth and I could hear her taking several deep breaths, inhaling and
exhaling noisily before swallowing my meager six inches right down to
its base.
Talk about a rush! Not only was I getting my first blow job, but I was
being deep-throated, too! The sensations roaring along my nerve endings
were so intense I almost came right then and there. Lindsay must have
felt my cock rippling and twitching 'cause she lifted her head, turning
to look at me.
"Hmmm," she purred, licking her lips and smiling slyly. "We can't have
you giving it up just yet, can we?" She stretched out alongside of me,
opening her arms in invitation. "Take me..."
Did I remember to tell you that until this moment, I'd never seen a
naked girl... I mean, live and in the flesh? This odd thought flashed
through my head as I watched my sister stretch like a cat, arching her
back, her mons seeming to beckon me.
"Are you just going to sit there?" Lindsay asked, running her hands over
her tits, making the nipples hard. "You're not afraid, are you?"
"N-n-no," I stammered, unable to take my eyes of that plump ridge of
bone, shrouded in its triangular coating of hair. "I..., oh, fuck it!"
I was about to confess to Bodacious that the only pussy I'd ever eaten
was in my dreams; using those late-night thoughts as a guide, I went
down on my lover.
The first thing that crossed my mind was that she was so hot between her
legs; the next thing I noticed was the scent I'd experienced when I
first came into the room, only stronger, more pungent, so much that I
only got the tiniest of whiffs before I stopped breathing for a moment,
my mouth poised just scant millimeters from her sex.
"Eat my pussy," Lindsay cooed, running her fingers along my face. "Do
it just like you said in all those letters... make me feel loved!"
Lindsay's back arched once more, her fur-covered labia brushing against
my lips wetly.
I swiped my tongue across her outer lips, sampling the odd tasting dew
that had collected in her hair; it had a sweet but sharp taste to it
and, oh, Lord, I was drooling. I heard someone groan as I shoved my
tongue inside those inviting lips to begin the ultimate French kiss.
"Yes!" Lindsay cried, grabbing my head and holding it in place as she
began to fuck my face.
I made my tongue as stiff as I could and let it run over her clitoris
like a speed bump as my sister humped my face for all she was worth.
"Suck it, baby, suck my clitty, oh, Lenny, rock me, do me!"
I remember seeing a porno flick once where two girls were going at each
other; one of the things I remember most clearly was the way the redhead
was eating the blonde, practically shoving her whole head into the
blonde's snatch. I latched onto Lindsay's twitching bud and, like the
redhead in the flick, started moving my whole head against her sex,
whipping my tongue across her little hard-on as fast as I could.
"EEEEEE!" Lindsay screamed, her hips stopping in mid-air. 'OH, SHIT!
SHIT!"
Must have done something right...
I continued to slam my face into her, the taste and smell of her hot box
pervading my every sense; my whole world was centered around Lindsay's
sweet coochie and the slick, rubbery feel of her inner labia which,
oddly, reminded me of eating clams...
There was another thing I remembered about that movie; as my sister
continued to hold her hips off the bed, I managed to free up an arm so I
could plunge my thumb into her wetness.
"Oh, no," Lindsay moaned, wriggling her bottom. My thumb slid into her
easily and I began to fuck it into her snatch while somehow managing to
keep my tongue whirling across that cute speed bump of hers. "Don't do
that, oh, God, Len, you're... you're gonna..."
I heard Lindsay take a deep breath and, for a whole second, her body
went completely still... but only for a second. The next thing I knew,
her whole body was quivering and quaking, her pussy sliding along my
thumb and mouth.
"Yes! YES! I'M DOING IT, OH, BABY, I'M CUMMING!" Lindsay screamed.
Her hands returned to my head, pressing it against her leaking cunt so
hard I couldn't breathe; to make matters worse, she locked her legs
around my head, squeezing it so tightly I thought I was going to pass
out as my sister rode out her orgasm.
My head was really spinning now as whatever oxygen I had in my lungs
started to give out. There wasn't much I could do other than ride out
Lindsay's orgasmic storm as she rode my face like her entire world was
coming to an end, her clitty jerking and pulsing in my mouth - almost
like my cock when I'm shooting, now that I think of it.
Lindsay finally stopped screaming, her body slowing down as she relaxed
enough for me to part her legs, taking in a very welcome breath of air.
Despite almost getting smothered, I was feeling pretty fucking good.
Ate my first pussy, gave my first oral orgasm to a girl. No, not just a
girl... my Bodacious lover.
"Fuck me now, do it now, get that fucker inside me and make it feel
good," Lindsay was muttering, her head thrashing back and forth. "I
need you inside me NOW!"
Oh. Did I also forget to mention that I never fucked a girl before? I
did? Well, now you know. I used taking a couple more deep breaths to
hide my anxiety, watching Lindsay, damn, sucking on her own nipples.
Using the porno flick as my guide again, I slid between her legs, my
stiffness slipping and sliding everywhere as I tried to get my dick
inside her.
"Here," my sister said impatiently, reaching between us and guiding me
to her sweet center, rubbing the head of my cock along her folds until
the knob lodged just inside her opening. "Oh, yeah, that's it! Push it
in, Lenny..."
I flexed my hips downward, feeling my cock-knob slide into her cunny,
marveling at how wet and how fucking hot Lindsay was. Hell, I was
content to just stay where I was... except she had other ideas!
"Stop teasing and get to fucking," Lindsay said roughly, reaching down
and digging her nails into my ass so hard I could feel a trickle of
blood rolling down my backside.
The sudden pain hit me like a bolt of lightning and, in sheer reflex, I
plunged my cock fully into her, my balls slapping against her bottom. I
was dick-deep in the wettest, hottest, most delightful pussy in the
world!
"Fuck me, fuck me, fuck me," Lindsay chanted as I began to move inside
of her. "Harder, harder, oh, damn it, fuck me harder!"
I was so close to the edge it wasn't funny but I did my best to honor my
lover's request, fucking my dick into her just as hard and fast as I
could. When I'm jerking off, I can feel that, uh, that feeling, you
know, the one that just hits you out of nowhere? It's such a strange
and wonderful feeling that words just can't describe it.
Not this time, though. I'm packing her stuff with everything I got,
hoping and praying that I'm not going to shoot inside her and, the next
thing I know, my whole body locked up. I couldn't move, couldn't
breathe, couldn't do anything except shoot load after load of creamy
spunk into my sister's snatch.
Then the hammer hit me - hard. I started slamming my spurting dick into
Lindsay harder and faster than I could have ever thought possible, each
thrust rocking both my sister and the bed we were one. I was running on
pure, primal instinct as I grunted and groaned my way through my first
cunt-induced orgasm. The only things on my mind was emptying myself
into her, to fill her quim with my seed and quenching my hunger and
thirst for her body.
Dialed-in, by Rob Morton (m/f, teen, inc)
Six
The slamming of a car door rousted me from my stupor. It wasn't the
same as, say, waking up from a nap - far from it. I woke to find myself
still on top of a sleeping Lindsay, our faces pressed against each other
and my cock glued inside of her by the sticky residue of our
lovemaking. I smiled realizing that I really loved Lindsay; my smile
widened as I also realized that my cock was rock-hard inside of her and
there was only one thing I wanted to do...
Except the sound of our parents arguing as they came in the house killed
any thoughts I had about reaming Lindsay's pussy out again. Instead, a
wave of panic washed over me as I came fully awake - and realized our,
ahem, compromising position.
"Lindsay!" I whispered as loud as dared, patting her face. "Lindsay!
Wake up!"
"Hmm?" Lindsay muttered, looking back at me through slitted eyes. "Oh,
hey, Lenny! Damn that was some good loving! Shit, you're still inside
me and you're hard, too! Fuck me..."
"No time," I said, listening to the commotion outside. "Mom and Dad are
home; if they catch us like this..."
I didn't need to say anything else. My words got us moving quick, fast,
and in a hurry as we scrambled to make ourselves as presentable as
possible as our parents finally made their way inside; I knew it would
only be a matter of seconds before one of them started bellowing for us.
"Leonard? Lindsay? Where the hell are you?" our mother yelled.
"Oh, shit," Lindsay moaned, pulling on her blouse. "What are we gonna
do?"
"Answer her," I said with a calm I didn't know I possessed. "And you've
got your blouse on inside-out."
"Are you crazy?" Lindsay hissed, quickly pulling off her top and putting
it back on the right side as I crossed the room to Lindsay's computer.
"Just do it," I hissed back, moving the monitor to one side and quickly
undoing the screws holding the cover in place.
"Up here, Mom," Lindsay said, using her fingers to comb her hair into a
more respectable mess. "In my room!"
I could hear our mother's footsteps in the hall, heading in our
direction as I removed the cover and set it aside; I sat in my sister's
chair and composed my face into a mask of total concentration... well,
that's the look I was trying for as Mom stepped into the room.
"What's going on in here?" Mom asked, looking at us suspiciously.
"Leonard, what are you doing in your sister's room without a shirt on?"
"Something happened to her hard drive," I said, trying to keep the panic
out of my voice. "I was in my room chilling when she called me."
"Can you fix it?" Lindsay asked, following my shaky lead. "I don't have
the money for a new one!"
As I went on with my pretense of her hard drive problem, I stole a
glance or two in Mom's direction. She continued to stand there, looking
at us and around the room as if she suspected that things weren't what
they appeared to be. I inhaled, catching the alluring scent of
Lindsay's pussy and was at once worried that if I could smell it, Mom
had to be able to smell it, too.
"Can you fix it, Leonard?" Mom asked, a normal look returning to her
features.
"Yeah, I think so," I replied, my heart hammering in my chest. "Yeah,
here it is - the IDE cable isn't seated all the way... there! That
should do it!"
Our mother took one more look at us, shook her head, and left the room
after reminding us that dinner would be served in a hour. "So, you'd
better have this mess cleaned up, you hear me?" she asked.
"Yes, mother," Lindsay and I said together, both of us breathing a sigh
of relief.
"That was some fast thinking," Lindsay said, reaching under the bed and
handing me my shirt, which she had hidden just before Mom walked in.
"You ain't said shit," I said, the scent of my sister's cooze still
fresh. "I can still smell you and I thought Mom could smell it!"
"That's because you've got my juices all over your face," Lindsay said,
leaning over and kissing me lightly. "Hmm, I don't taste bad on you,
either!"
"There's something I need to tell you," I said, placing the cover back
on the computer and setting everything back the way it was.
"What's that?" Lindsay asked, massaging my shoulders and awakening my
cock with her touch.
"That, um, when we made love? That was my first time," I said, feeling
my face flush."
"No shit," Lindsay said. "You mean I took your cherry?"
"Yeah," I said sheepishly, wondering how red my face was getting. "You
were my first."
"Get the fuck outta here!" my sister said in wonderment, now looking at
me with what I could only hope was a deeper appreciation. "Well, I have
to confess something, too."
"What?"
"You were my second," Lindsay said, her tawny complexion darkening.
"Who was the first?" I asked, feeling a sudden pang of jealousy.
"Brian Beecham," Lindsay answered. "We spent a whole day screwing and,
well, he taught me a few things along the way."
"I'll say he did," I commented, making a note to catch up with Brian and
break his nose or something. "I never would have guessed it was only
your second time."
"You didn't do bad for your first time, Len," Lindsay said softly. "But
you know what the good part is?"
"What's that?"
"We'll both get better every time we make love," Lindsay said with a
devilish smile.
"Yeah, I suppose we will," I said, looking at my sister and feeling a
great deal of love - and lust - for her. "It'll be risky, though."
"True, but I think it's worth the risk, don't you?" Lindsay countered,
holding my face in her soft hands. "Len, I love you, you know that
don't you?"
"I love you, too, Lindsay," I replied, fighting off a sudden urge to
cry.
"The next time we make love, I'm gonna suck you off," Lindsay promised,
kissing me on the cheek. "I wanna know what your stuff tastes like!"
"You've done it before?" I asked, my emotions swinging over again, this
time making another note to break Brian's nose and a couple of ribs.
"Well, sort of," Lindsay confessed. "Brian accidentally came in my
mouth when he was teaching me. And, Len?"
"Hmm?"
"Leave Brian alone," Lindsay said, somehow sniffing out my plot.
"I don't know what you're talking about," I lied for the first time in
my life.
"I know you," Lindsay said, smiling. "Brian's an asshole, but he taught
me a lot of things that I want to share with you, so don't beat him up,
okay? Promise me you won't hurt him?"
"I promise," I replied, knowing that I would keep my promise more out of
love for Lindsay than any sense of revenge for Brian deflowering my
sister and turning her into a wild love machine. In fact, I just might
pull up on him and thank him... maybe."
"C'mon, let's get to the table before Mom sends Dad after us," Lindsay
said, taking me by the hand. I got up and pulled my sister to me,
wrapping her in my arms and kissing her deeply.
"What was that for?" Lindsay asked breathlessly, her face darkening a
little.
"That was because I love you," I replied. "Let's go before I start
something I can't finish..."
Dialed-in, by Rob Morton (m/f, teen, inc)
Seven
Lindsay and I managed to untangle ourselves before reaching the table.
We had used the short period of time it took for us to come downstairs
to steal a few kisses and feel each other up. I actually had to let
Lindsay go ahead of me, giving me a few precious seconds to will my
erection down to a dull roar. Finally, I was able to take my place at
the table, drawing a few looks from Mom and Dad.
"About time you got here, boy," Dad's deep baritone voice rumbled. "I
was about to dive into your plate."
"Roy, stop teasing the boy," my mother said playfully, her smile
reminding me so much of Lindsay my cock started to get hard again.
"Shit, Lacy, if you snooze, you lose," Dad countered. "So, what have
you kids been up to?"
Lindsay and I launched into a summary of our day, leaving out the most
interesting parts, of course. As we talked, I noticed Mom looking at
me, as if she was trying to read my mind or something before looking
back at Dad, who was asking me to make sure the grass was cut in the
morning.
"Sure, Dad," I replied, sneaking a peek at my mother who was now looking
very carefully at Lindsay. "I'll get on it first thing."
"Good. Now, if you'll excuse me, I've got some work to do in the
garage," Dad replied, rising to his full 6' 5" height, towering over
everything.
"Don't be too long, Roy," Mom said after him. "We've got some other
things to take care of."
"I won't," Dad said with a wave before vanishing around the corner.
I looked up as Lindsay started clearing the table to find my mother
looking at me. "Is there something wrong, Mom?" I asked as innocently
as I could.
"You tell me," Mom said, looking back over her shoulder in the direction
my father had gone in.
"Huh?" I countered, feeling a chill suddenly go through me. "Tell you
what?"
"Well, you can start by telling me what really went on around here," Mom
said coolly, followed by the unmistakable sound of dishes hitting the
floor.
"I don't..." I began, my stomach beginning to churn.
"Oh, I think you do," Mom said, ignoring the sound of Lindsay cleaning
up the broken dishes. "Lean over here."
Of course, I hesitated for a micro-second before doing as Mom bade me.
I leaned toward her, expecting to feel the sharp, stinging sensation of
her hand across my face; so I was totally unprepared for my mother
grabbing me by the chin and fastening her lips on mine, her tongue
swiping across my lips. A bomb or something went off inside my head and
I felt suddenly weak, as if her un-motherly kiss had drained off some of
my life force.
"That's what I thought," Mom said, releasing my face and licking her own
lips. "So, which one of you is going to tell me the truth? Leonard?"
"The truth about what, Mom?" asked Lindsay from the kitchen, still
picking up the last few bits of broken dishes.
"The truth about why your brother tastes like pussy," Mom said. "Now, I
know he doesn't have a girlfriend, just like I know you two are very
much aware of the rule on having company in the house while we're gone.
So, given that, would anyone care to explain this to me... or am I going
to have to get your father to ask the question?"
My heart had stopped beating about a minute or so ago, having turned
into a lump of cold clay in my chest. I was hoping and praying that Mom
would continue to question Lindsay instead of starting in on me 'cause
I'd be compelled to tell the truth. Not that I wanted to be honest but
I had come to realize a long time ago that I just don't lie very well -
so I don't.
"I see," Mom said as we both remained silent. "Roy?"
Out in the garage, I could hear my father cursing like the sailor he
was; a moment later, he came stomping into the dining room, holding two
big pieces of wood.
"What's that?" Mom asked him, nodding at the wood.
"It was the project I was working on," Dad said hotly. "Well, I was
working on it until you yelled and broke my concentration. Now I have
to go all the way to Woodstown to get a new piece of wood for the
moulding!"
"Roy, we have a situation here," Mom said, ignoring my father's
outburst.
"Really? What's up?"
"I've asked the children a question and they haven't bothered to answer
me yet," Mom said, taking a long look at both of us. I don't know how
it was affecting my sister, but I knew that the last drop of my blood
had just solidified in my veins.
"Lenny, just answer your mother's question, will you? Look, Dawn, I've
got to get over to the lumber yard before it closes - I hope you get
this settled before I get back!"
Oh, great, I thought, watching my father grab his jacket and storm out
of the house. If I don't answer Mom, Dad's gonna kill me and, when I'm
forced to tell him what I wouldn't tell Mom, he's gonna kill me dead.
"I'd say you've got about, oh, an hour and a half before your father
gets back here," Mom said nonchalantly. "Leonard, whose pussy have you
been eating? And, don't try to bullshit me, either, young man."
Of course, I stalled, trying to decide which was the greater evil: lying
to my mother or not answering her. If I don't answer, I can't lie,
right?
"Okay, I see I'm not going to get much cooperation out of either of you,
so let me tell you what I think happened in here today. I think it's a
safe bet that the pussy you've got all over your face belongs to
Lindsay, isn't it?"
"How do you know?" Lindsay asked, sparing me again from having to
answer.
"Sweetie, I wasn't born last week," Mom said with a sly smile. "See,
you didn't fool me with that little act you put on for me a little while
ago; I could smell sex in that room the second I walked in there."
"That could have been anything," Lindsay countered. "I could have been
in there masturbating for all you know." I had to admire my sister's
bravery at this point.
"True - but I've been in your room after you've played with yourself -
oh, you didn't think I knew that, huh? Trust me, I know what I
smelled... plus a little eavesdropping on my part confirmed what I
already guessed: you two were fucking, weren't you?"
"Yes," I finally said, looking over at Lindsay who just nodded her
silent approval of my confession.
"I see," Mom said, her face now very much unreadable. "Did you force
yourself on your sister?"
"No way!" I blurted - and realized that I walked right into a trap.
"I didn't think so, but thanks for confirming that. So, whose idea was
it? No, let me guess... Lindsay?"
"Huh?" Lindsay answered dumbly.
"This was your idea, wasn't it? Don't lie to me and make shit worse,
okay?"
"I was my idea," Lindsay fessed up. "But I can explain..."
"I don't want to hear it," Mom said, getting up from the table. "I
guess there's only one thing left to do."
"Mom, if you're going to punish somebody, it should be me," I said,
putting myself in harm's way to protect Lindsay.
"Is that a fact? Well, since you've offered yourself up as a sacrifice,
I want both of you upstairs in my room... right now!"
"But, Mom..." Lindsay wailed.
"Don't but me, young lady," Mom said. "Upstairs. My room. And I
wanted you there yesterday!" Having said that, Mom turned and headed
for the stairs.
"Len, I'm sorry," Lindsay said, her eyes brimming with tears.
"Don't be," I said. "I mean, she overheard us talking and, well, what
can we do? Come on, before she gets pissed."
Of course it's a bad thing. Since about '94, or so, the internet has become a twisted, mutated bastardization of what it once was. The power, beauty, and elegance of the internet has been replaced with corny and worthless personal websites, websites for corporations with bloated marketing budgets, and lame online services that accomplish nothing but moving people towards a new way of doing things in the same amount of time. For those of us trying to get some work done, the .com-s are simply a waste of time and bandwidth.
Granted the bandwidth I enjoy today comes as a result of the rapid growth of the internet, but I _really_ don't need the corporate sludge pouring onto my monitor.
Oh yeah, and slashdot... slashdot was once a great place where one could get news and useful information. Now it's just trash. A year ago, a day where I couldn't find a handful of cool stories was rare. Today, the days where I find _one_ cool story are almost unheard of.
So yeah, blowthedotoutyourass.com. And bill.gates.can.suck.my.dick.com
come on, learn what the fucking words MEAN!
First off, if youve never been to the Twelve Hours of Sebring (a road race held in march in central Florida), you will NOT understand this. However, if you have, then you may get a kick out of it. This year, my father had the brilliant idea to bring an old computer case, keyboard, and monitor to burn. (this is where you people get lost who dont understand what im talking about, the fires are an integral part of sebring. couches, big stuffed animals, port-o-lets, it gets crazy.) Anyhow, saturday noght rolled around, and me and my buddies grabbed the "machine", marched around the fire, and tossed it in. as an afterthought, I yelled "dot com THAT, motherfscker!!" (uncensored of course.) it seemed somewhat relevant to the story, and as i said.. sebring people will get this.
No wonder the Slashdot guys like that.
BTDOYA follower: That's it I'm gonna get these guys by printing out these stickers and pasting them all over.
Many regular people: Hey I wonder if there really is a website at ijusthadarectalexamonline.com
Some sneaky corporation: Thanks a lot for promoting my website sucker.
True story.
Whatever ;-)
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"It is not enough that I should succeed. Others must fail."
I just moved to SF from Silicon Valley. I like it, but it's pretty amazing how full of hate this town is. People who work at internet companies are regularly refered to as "dot com slime" in mainstream media. The alternative media, which is big here, is much worse. The level of complaining at anything and everything is stunning, especially anything originating from outside of city limits, which is seen as one large uniform unsophisticated redneck barbary by many here.
A lot has sure changed since SF was the City of Love, and welcomed change!
(I'll post anonymously for once, since I don't want to get in trouble over this.)
I'd bet against it. If many of the people leave they tend to drive down the prices of housing etc. Good? Maybe but then you have people who can't pay thier mortgages dumping the buildings back onto the banks that lent them the money? Still not a problem. Those banks end up holding a bunch of property they either hold onto or dump onto the market further driving down the value of everything else. Still don't care? Those banks now have smaller capital bases. Maybe they are close to legal limits and the government decides to close them down. Maybe they don't get that bad but they are still hurting for capital. Still don't care? Those hurting banks start to really tighten who then lend money to. Want to start a company,buy a house or even get a loan for school? Don't be surprised how tough it gets. Still not worried? Watch good companies with nothing to do with things start having trouble getting normal fiancing. Things like lines for credit. They start having to close because they can't get the money most companies need to go from shipping a product [issuing an invoice] to actually getting paid. More people get laid off. More mortgages get called. It keeps spiralling. You think it can't happen? Well think Tokyo. Property bubbles almost always end nasty. The people who get hurt often have nothing in common with the people who drove up the prices. On the issue of all those improvements that have been put in [fiber,buildings etc] they don't go anywhere but an empty building is an empty building. Doesn't matter if it's guilded in gold or in rat droppings. By the time they do get filled they will be outdated and need to be brought up to the new standards. Whatever they are at the time. I'm not saying it will happen but if it does happen it won't be pretty. NB I haven't even mentioned what will happen to all those people who thought they had retired on stock options when those options go to money heaven.
Is that the whole thing strikes me as hollow geek chic. I can just picture it. Late at night on a dark corner in San Francisco: "See! We have a sense of humor about ourselves.. The dot com ads are *soooo* rude!! oops, hang on, gotta take this cell phone call.. " "Sorry I'm late, I had to synchronize my pilot and avantgo before leaving just in case I suddenly had the urge to go see a movie or rudely read news bits in the middle of our conversation." "See! I'm part of The City. I'm fighting the man. Dot commer slime are ruining the city!! Wait, they're ticketing my illegally parked Z! Be right back." "Okay, I'm here, let's do it!! Sorry I'm late, I printed the sickers on the color laser at work but couldn't find a space big enough to part my 'Runner. I squeezed it into one of the 'compact' spaces down the block. Whoops, another cell call, hang on." There's a long list of things that are rude, socially irresponsible and obnoxious about the tech culture around here (and most places) that have very little to do with the advertisements. For any sensible person, the ads aren't even in the top 10. Given the atmosphere in SF, by the end of the month, it'll be Geek Cool to bash dot-coms in an attempt by the (largely unaccepted and seriously bashed in the free press) geek contingent to be perceived as cool and accepted. Christ, it's highschool all over again and the geeks still haven't gotten over it. They're still being made fun of and they're still responding by trying to sound cool by bashing themselves. -RSR
Yes, it has. There are some important issues you're not getting.
This isn't about how people spend their money. The problem is that long-time residents, including many who made SF a desirable place to live in the first place, are being kicked out onto the street. It's not just artists; ethinic diversity is being lost too.
Please remember that the dot-com explosion in SF arose from the multimedia industry in SOMA in the mid-90's, which was started by artists in the early 90's because they could get cheap warehouse space there. And the artists are here because of the tolerant and multicultural environment that SF used to have.
It's not as simple as "people not wanting change", no matter what Mayor Brown says. Let's say I corner the market on food and means of its production, and then refuse to give you any. I bet you'd complain about that "change" too. The housing crisis is not about aesthetics, it's about desperate situations and even SURVIVAL for some people.
Please don't pretend class differences and struggle don't exist. Yuppies and high-tech people (and I'm one) are in much greater positions of power than most working class people, and most white people (and I'm one) are in greater positions of power than non-white people. This is why your comparisons to racial segregationists are invalid. When the non-powerful try to defend what little they have against the powerful, to avoid becoming homeless, it's hardly the same as white people trying to keep black people out of the neighborhood. In Detroit and Chicago, the sheriff didn't come to the door with a gun to physically remove white people from their homes. In SF, he does.
You clearly haven't been in SF very long, or thought very deeply about social issues. Most yuppies don't, because they don't have to. You can maintain your illusion, as long as you have money.
I'm not dismissing your ideas out of hand. I'm dismissing them because I've heard them a hundred times before and they still don't stand up to scrutiny by anyone who's familiar with the issues.
I grew up in Sunnyvale, and now that I'm in my twenties I'll probably never be able to afford housing in my home town.
I think the whiners up north should try coming down here for a while and realize they aren't the only ones being forced out by slicon implants.
But when is their IPO?
I was going to reply to the parent article, but you pretty much covered all the bases. I second your opinion.
-Stu
SOMETHING to angst about, perpetually. I read the statments made by the guy behind this, and honstly, I think there's more truth and heart in the "Andre The Giant Has A Posse" stickers. By the way, generation X is mid 30's by now, proudly I am not, I've stopped bitching about mass media, and I'm getting on with my life.
-- The unsig...
When these people are able to come back with some reasoned position instead of a bunch of vulgar slogans which they use to vandalize public porperty, they can come talk to me.
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-- Slashdot sucks.
Are you honestly going to try to say that the
modern grown internet is more usable and nice
than the old internet? Sheesh!
For every problem, there is at least one solution that is simple, neat, and wrong.
just a sidenote, but wasn't the mission yuppie eradication project a hoax put out by the sfbg to expose the ignorance and consistent failure to check facts of other local media? btw: agree about the polarization of this town and the threat to it's heritage. every time some little one off business closes down, we get another baby gap or a freakin jamba juice.
mudweasel "and i wudda gotten away with it too if it hadn'ta been for you meddling kids."
I assume you mean Vancouver BC, which is a cool place.
;)
Yeah, a friend's going to school there (and I passed thru while on a cross-country vacation about 16 years ago.. Vancouver, Seattle, Spokane, Portland, then east thru Idaho, Montana, etc.. Very cool to have teachers for parents, as they have 2 months to burn on a trip like that) and he loves it.. Very free up there, though the gas is real expensive
Cheers,
Your Working Boy,
In the Star Trek universe, hasn't money been obsoleted on Earth, and can't people teleport to work? At which point all those San Francisco dotcoms become meaningless or don't need to locate anywhere in particular or both and all of a sudden there's a lot of available real estate there. : )
I see even classic Slashdot is now pretty much unusable on dial up anymore.
And you haven't unleashed your trained attack lawyers yet?
I see even classic Slashdot is now pretty much unusable on dial up anymore.
I thought it was supposed to be an ironic play off the fact that some of us are not all that bright.
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icq:2057699
seumas.com
Did anyone notice the Giant Has a Posse "Obey" poster in the upper left of one of the street shots? San Francisco, where the subversive postmodern billboards have to fight one another for space.
ObSpellCheck: It should be "MoreNippleWaxThanAnyone.com."
Yes, I should make it more clear that I'm of mixed views about Rent Control. On one hand, I understand the problems that led to Rent Control, and I'm glad that I live in a rent controlled apartment.
On the other hand, it does create a situation where some people are paying far below "market" rents, while others who have just moved in are actually paying far above the market rents. The difference between the below-market rent (that artists etc can afford) and the above-market rent (that computer professionals can afford) is so great that eventually the Landlord figures out some way to evict the tenents -- even if they could afford the 'average' rent somewhere in the middle. This is radically changing the population of the city.
It's the law of unintended consequences, I guess. And there isn't a really good way to fix the problem. (God help us if they repeal rent control at this point.)
BTW, Rent Control in SF applies to any building built before 1979 with two units or more. That's probably ~80% of the rental housing stock. As for Marin County, it's an upper class enclave and there's almost no rental housing there, except way up in Novato. I have a few blue collar cousins that grew up in Marin and were basically forced over to the East Bay because of the lack of even moderately affordable housing.
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Business. Numbers. Money. People. Computer World.
Actually, i submitted it like two days ago. What probably happened is that it was put into the queue to wait for a slow news period (like a sunday morning).
-mark
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If your computer says LINUX, run...computers can't talk! [unless you have text-speech software]
whois blowthedotoutyourass.com@whois.register.com
shows that the domain is registered to somebody in Chicago, and there even is a web server at www.blowthedotoutyourass.com.
--- Hindsight is 20/20, but walking backwards is not the answer.
Oops, it was already in the header. Sorry, 'bout that.
;-))
There goes karma
--- Hindsight is 20/20, but walking backwards is not the answer.
Regards,
-BK
Chemical Blog
What gives you the right to tell these people how to spend their money? The money you spend on your education could feed plenty of destitute 3rd worlders. Just shut up.
Blar.
I found an article in Salon that might be interesting to reproachful SFO implants.
When 9/10 of these companies go under, two things will happen.
9/10 already go under. In fact if 1 in 10 businesses that you invest in make it, you've got a pretty nice profit. Consider that dotcoms that score big, will give you 100/1 profits. And it's not like the businesses that fail leave the city in ruin. It happens every day, yet the unemployeement rate stays at an all time low. I don't see any kind of crash you are refering to anytime soon.
-- Virtual Windows Project
Unamerican Activities, is a good start. they have all sorts of thought invoking stickers....
UA is remotely related to The-Revolution in that remote viewing kind of way.
i will have to try to add T-R and UA meme to the DC LUG's Protest of DMCA just because DC needs laugh, here and there...
nmarshall
#include "standard_disclaimer.h"
R.U. SIRIUS: THE ONLY POSSIBLE RESPONSE
nmarshall
The law is that which it boldly asserted and plausibly maintained..
--Colonel Burr 1783
I assume you mean they're burning someone else's cross, other than their own?
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My favorite is the one for Obsession
Prion
Become a FIST.
http://groups.yahoo.com/group/Fists_of_Righteous_
Well, where would you all the awful more-affluent people to live? It shouldn't be a difficult problem to solve...it's not like they're human beings who have every right to try to rent a place to live. And the people who own houses and rent them out don't have right to try to actually charge as much rent as someone is willing to pay them.
Attempts to fight off normal market interactions through rent controls or overt violence and intimidation (yeah, sure, such a movement would really stop at scratching up some SUVs if it got any momentum) only serve to disadvantage a community at a later time, as demand fades, property values plummet, and insurance rates rise in response to a poor rent market and perception of high criminality.
And, yes, this sort of xenophobic response is exactly like the reactions minorities get when they move into white neighborhoods. The hostility is always framed in a claim of the need for economic self-defense, and many people come to believe their rationalizations for it, but the hostility always originally comes from the strangeness of the newcomers. Mix in the envy of artistic types who currently aren't faring well in the marketplace for techies whose skills are in great demand, and there you go. Instant grass-roots outrage.
As for "Anti-dot-com"...Were there people who had such a reaction when businesses started including phone numbers in their ads?
Avoid the valley crush - get an overpaid dotcom job in Austin instead :-)
Oh, Oh, Oh, please say the B.F. Day kids freaked the fuck out too?
They built the (a Adobe building?) Adobe building _right next_ to my ol' elementary school! Grr!
Methinx I haven't been there since....
Latez,
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I disagree - there is an excellent reason for people to pursue this kind of anti-advertising campaign. Half of these STUPID web-blender.com sites are put up because people want them, or they hear about it, and think it's a good idea, for some god-forsaken reason. If they can show Joe Average Consumer how absurd most of these websites are, by giving examples of just slightly more absurd sites, they might cut down on the willingness of the consumer to put up with that kind of crap.
Andrew
Well, I think the ads are really funny, but they are being posted all over the streets for everyone to see. The only problem I have with it is kids can read those ads too. I don't think I would want my friends little sister saying "What does BlowItOutYourAss.com mean?" or "Why did they say FuckYou...com?". I have no problems with obsenities around adults, but these sticker people need to think that they are posting in a public street where little kids can read this stuff too.
JOhn
Campaign for Liberty
No doubt brought to you by the same sad, jealous losers that brought you the "yuppie eradication project". If me and my money force people like that down onto the peninsula, well, err... hooray.
Sorry, but I do not grasp the idea of this campaign at all. What is all this about? As far as I understand it, it is about some guys who start their anti-dot-com campaign against .com ads. Right? But what are .com ads, and why are they bad?
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Now, I've never been there, but, can someone tell me:
Why the hell is everyone moving to San Francisco?
In the "new" economy, where location is pretty irrelevent as long as you've got a lot of bandwidth, why are people cramming into little penninsulas on the West Coast? I'm sure there's more land north and south of there . . .
Yeah, there are companies in Silcon Valley (is this the same as San Francisco? I dunno.) But there is no reason why you can't start a company in, say, the middle of nowhere (like where I live). Or, god forbid, in another country.
As for the ads, I think they're funny and point out some serious troubles with the new types of non-profit buisiness (as opposed to non-profit orginizations). I don't need my toothpaste delivered for damn sure, because UPS would likely break it.
later
Dan
dude, would it be quite as ironically funny if it were a .org?
.org advertizements all the time and it makes me sick. All the kkk.org advertisments and the naacp.org and the slashdot.org, man, or the HOTSEX.org those commercials are really getting on my nerves.
blowthedotoutyourass.com -- all the companies
blowthedotoutyourass.org -- all the organizations
Yeah, I see
.com? Never heard of it.
Dan
I hope you can see how different the situation in San Francisco is from that of old white suburbanites who don't want black folk reducing property values.
These are the kinds of views that perpetuate racism. People aren't denying subway access to their neighborhoods because there might be (god forbid!) black people on them! They're doing it because there might be crooks/thieves/bums/homeless/rapists and all other undesirables coming into their communities. It has nothing to do with race. The fact that most, not all (you yourself said there were lots of gays who were "since most of the homosexuals were yuppie white people with good income" - who's race profiling now?) of the people living in the center of the doughnut are black.
I am a white man born in New England. I have some relatives (also white) that I wouldn't want wandering around my neighborhood. I would put a gate up in my community and fight public transportation to prevent it. It's not a racist issue, it's an attempt to protect your investment (your house and belongings), your piece of mind and your family.
Now, as for the _cause_ of most of the poor inner city people being black, that I can't say isn't racism, but the other issues are not racists issues.
Tom
P.S. I'm already in a startup ;-)
---- It puts the lotion on its skin or else it gets the hose again. It does this whenever it's told.
It's still just petty bitterness. Life goes in cycles. San Francisco wasn't going to last as it has. It has a nice bay, nice weather (to me) and a close proximity to Napa and Sonoma Valley's, never mind Skiing in Tahoe, etc. It was bound to occurr, it's just happening faster than normal. To quote Denis Leary: "Life sucks. Get a fucking helmet".
Tom
---- It puts the lotion on its skin or else it gets the hose again. It does this whenever it's told.
Maybe someday people will also understand that there are other TLDs. I mean, it's embarrasing to hear someone go, "I know dot-com, it's an internet address."
.ca -- that's just namespace polution.
And the companies that have no A records for the top level of the site are very annoying. somesite.com -- "Host valid, no address found" whereas www.somesite.com works. Amateurs!
I especially hate companies that have canada.com instead of
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"this may be the beginning of the end for the dotcom fad."
.cc now ;^)
Of course. They're all going to move to
mcrandello@my-deja.com
rschaar{at}pegasus.cc.ucf.edu if it's important.
TekPolitik said: The money that is being made on NASDAQ is coming from somewhere, and it's coming from moms and pops all over the world. It's going into dot-coms, many of which have never, and will never, have any genuine commercial value
A lot of the money in NASDAQ is coming from businesses and wealthy people right now: the individual 'small investor' has been on the short end of the economy for the last ten years, and so growth in investable capital has been concentrated in the hands of those who already had quite a bit of it. Also, most small investors are buying mutual funds instead of buying shares directly, which will help shield them from the effects of a crash (more on this later). The crash in the dot-com economy will resemble the savings & loan crash more than the Great Depression: big investors will be exposed to more risk than small ones, and so there will be some sort of bailout or safety net arranged so that companies don't suffer too much. Remember you read it here first!
The last global revolution was the industrial revolution. It created massive upheaval worldwide, and ushered in the age of capitalism.
Actually, the last global revolution was the end of most organized colonialism at the end of World War I. The industrial revolution only affected Northern Europe, a comparatively small part of the world (but one we Americans learned a disproportionately great amount about in school). The end of colonialism created more upheaval because it affected much more land and many more people, who went from being subjects to nominally self-governing and had to abruptly create their own institutions to replace the recently departed colonial powers. The industrial revolution ushered in the idea of capitalism, but it was a long time before most of the world saw the large-scale kind of capitalism you're referring to.
The coming revolution will happen for not dissimilar reasons, and will usher in a new economic paradigm to replace capitalism. And if that revolution becomes difficult, don't be surprised to see the other type of revolution, with guns.
Why should a stock market crash, particularly one localized to a very small sector of the economy, lead to a capitalism-replacing revolution? It's not going to lead to hundreds of thousands of people suddenly losing their life savings--this isn't the same economy we had in the 1920's. Let me explain. The dot-com economy has a high value on paper, as you've pointed out, but you're also aware they have very small revenues and profits: that means that they play a very small part in the economic life of the world as a whole. If they all disappeared tomorrow a lot of paper value would go with them, but not very many actual employees or revenues would be affected.
You said if everybody suddenly tomorrow had ten million dollars, then ten million dollars suddenly wouldn't make you wealthy. All it would do is create sudden and serious inflation. This is exactly what the Federal Reserve Board has been carefully preventing for the past 10 years. We have a lot of paper millionaires, but their millions are still worth something BECAUSE inflation has been artificially held down. By the same token, you don't have to be a millionaire just to put food on the table. As long as people still have jobs, loss of their stock market portfolios won't necessarily sink them.
And just how much do small investors stand to lose? Most of them (me included) are not buying stocks directly any more--we're buying mutual funds, which means paying other folks to watch the markets full time and to get our investments out of falling stocks before they drop too far. And most of the funds out there are not the "Massive Brokerage Co. Ludicrous Growth Fund" type, they're more conservative and so will jump to the safer blue chip stocks at the first sign of trouble. We saw this just last week, in fact: the first few dot-coms began plummeting, and the Dow went up. So the Ludicrous Growth fund might crash, but thanks to SEC rules anyone who invested in it pretty much knew what they were risking. This is a big contrast to the 1920's, when blue chips themselves were massively overvalued (providing no safe haven when the speculative stocks began to fall), small investors had much less information and market power than the market makers, and a sudden loss of stock market value was combined with high inflation. If the Great Depression didn't lead to a populist/socialist government in the US, any lesser stock market crash isn't going to either.
Jenny
This is disturbing, I clicked the link and got taken to an error page from a web hosting service that the site was no longer available. Perhaps they felt the message was a little too subversive?
Somedays it's just not worth chewing through the restraints...
It might make an interesting study to see how many Wired News articles actually are original in comparison to those which are "me too" follow-ons to the reporting of others.
Then again, it might not.
The economic realities of it are very relevant. But from reading the article, that's not what these people are all excited about. They seem to just be annoyed by the advertisements to the point where they felt necessary to make fun of it. I really don't think they're making any sort of political or economic statement.
One time I threw a brick at a duck.
You mean at Fiesta Lanes? Too bad that place is going. I never went there much. But it was an...err..interesting place. Sawmill Lanes was like heaven when I went there.
It really is sad that the place is going, they're going to put some shops there. They'll probably poop out and be deserted and then people will wish they had a bowling alley there. Bah!
Welcome to Slashdot. Please do not feed the trolls.
Withdrawal before climax is very ineffective and those who try this are usually called "parents."
I would say that the current situation regarding the so called "dot com" companies is very relevent.
It seems that every day a new company floats on the stock market, and is instantly worth milions of $'s. The companies do not actually make a profit. Where is all this money coming from? Why are people so eager to chuck money at such small companies (reletivly speaking).
If it continues, we're looking at a world wide economic time-bomb. Long standing Blue Chip companies are being replaced on the FTSE 100 by these dot com companies. It's a very shaky situation, and when the bubble bursts we could all be in a lot of trouble.
Personally i have given it 6 months before the stock markets crash because of these dot com's. I'm watching the Nasdeq very carefully.
Syllable : It's an Operating System
Not really. They claim to be an anti-corporate-website group, not against the web in general.
BoneShintai
If you want to have a look, there is a statistics page. It consistently shows 0's for each day, then over 50,000 for today! I wonder why...
who wants anti-dot.com ?
philippe, StopLifePatents.org
And what if joe does remember? Will he even realise this is a protest? He tries that link, gets an "server not found" error, and give it up as another dead web site. killthedot.com anyone? This seems to be the common thread to all these, not all of them have his real URL (and as someone else posted, why does he have a website if he is so adamant?).
If this guy was serious, would he protest anonymously? Like someone else posted, "write a book." Vandals are vandals. Sure corporate litter is bad enough, but whats this about "get drunk and liquored up"? If that isn't encouraging trouble, I dont know what is: "hey bob, why dont we get drunk, stick derogatory posters up all over town, and throw eggs at .comers. If we get caught, its only a fine and maybe a night in jail. Doesnt this sound like fun?"
I dont want my kids on the streets with this guy, or even seeing posters like this all over the place. There is enough profanity floating around elsewhere, he doesnt need to add to it.
What about this about "can any sew... build a table out of wood" crap? Granted he lives in sf, but I can do this, and if I can, anyone should be able to. If you arent sure, do a search for "instructions building tables woodcraft" or something. Guess what? It's online! All because someone decided it would be a good idea to put that information out there, and maybe pay for it or made his living from ad revenue.
Besides, if I thought I could made 15 million dollars, this wouldnt stop me. I'd have my .com ads out there so fast he wouldnt know what hit him.
and NO he isnt invited to my .com party.
.sigs are dumb!
a couple of days ago...i saw a segment on 4 that was about the insane cost of housing in the Denver/Metro area. A house that cost $200,000 ten years ago is now worth approx. $400,000.
Talk about equity!
From what i've been seeing in my apartment hunting around the downtown area...things are getting quite expensive. I may have to look for something in Aurora. BTW - if you know of any action in the $500 range that's as good as you appear to have...drop me a line @ fluxrad@coolmail.net
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"It is seldom that liberty of any kind is lost all at once." -David Hume
Just wait - the bottom is going to fall out of the .com industry pretty soon as it's becoming inundated with all kinds of .commie crap. Most companies haven't really made a dime as their too new. I expect that within a couple of year we're going to see people out on the streets with scraps of bread and cheese in their beards holding up signs that read: "Will administer systems for food."
I think i might be one of 'em. Oh well. I'm prepared to move to SF when this all blows over...the housing cost isn't a problem. I live in Denver and we've got people out here with signs that read: "Will give left testicle for rent under $1000 a month"
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"It is seldom that liberty of any kind is lost all at once." -David Hume
Anyway, if the only gimmick these people have is shouting out obsceneties, then they are already too late. Everyone around us does it, I don't know about you, I am very tired of this.
One more thing, I know how to carve wood and work with metal, and even fix my car and my house and I have been with computers for the past 12 years now.
Cheers
You can't handle the truth.
It would have made more sense for them to use a .org domain instead.
Anyone got a viable business plan involving recycled domestic animal waste?
TomV
Can we get rid of the term e-Business too? Having to hear that a hundred times a day makes me want to die.
While these people have a good point (.com ads are bloody annoying), I think that .com ads are showing how much more the world is trusting the Internet, and that ain't a bad thing._ __
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These guys may hate dot coms, but they do seem to be pretty good at web design. Ooops... Wait a minute... The links to the PDFs are dead... hmmmmm. Oh well, maybe they should put up an ad banner or something for the slashdotting they are about to receive!
but it would have been less funny.
Amber Yuan 2k A.D
"and dear god does this website suck now." -- CmdrTaco
Exactly! E-this and E-that. Do these companies have ANY idea what e-Commerce is? Hell, does the public? You could create a startup that sells absolutely nothing, put a bunch of words together and you'd be able to get VC capital up the wazoo. Just call yourself something like e-Business Commerce Solutions Inc.
:)
IMNSHO the term ecommerce is annoying and overused. Does it mean business2business? business2consumer? consumer2consumer? banking? retail? asset systems? auctions? Well, all of the above I guess.
It's comparable to someone starting a company and advertising on company: We make stuff. Or even better: We make electronic frobs. What the hell? I'm sorry to go off on a rant, but the overcommercialization of the Internet sickens me, but I'm sure as hell not quitting my job and forfeiting my stock. I love my BMWs
Justin
anything counter culture is good
lose != loose
In the Star Trek universe, hasn't money been obsoleted on Earth, and can't people teleport to work? At which point all those San Francisco dotcoms become meaningless or don't need to locate anywhere in particular or both and all of a sudden there's a lot of available real estate there. : )
;-)
Yeah but that took some time to happen!   We gotta start building Star Fleet Academy by the bay and the UFP Headquarters in Paris now!   Then we'll discuss obsoleting the money (once we build the Daystrom institute so that we can work on transporters and replicators before WW III so that Zephrem Cochran can invent his warp drive and do a flight in April 2061 to catch the attention of the Vulcans)!   Hell... we got alot of work to do and those damn dot coms are in the way!
I guess I should post this at (Score:0 Offtopic)
-- Win2k: "It's not so much that it's only 65,000 bugs, it's just that they stopped at 65,535 to prevent an overflow."
SEI = Software Engineering Institute CMM = Capability Maturity Model. Actually, I *do* try to distribute/share knowledge I have, and give pointers to sites/books to those that I work with and for, but I often find that those I work for are eager to dismiss *any* kind of rigorous software practice (at their eventual peril) as merely "academic". For a good (current)read, I suggest After the Goldrush, by Steve McConnell. He builds a very good case, IMHO, for having certification in the Software Engineering field - Texas and Canada already have such programs. I've actually considering moving to Texas so I could complete said program...I would like to see awareness and professionalism (and I don't mean wearing a tie) given a boost in this industry.
I'd like to point you to Steve McConnell's book, After the Goldrush, if you truly believe what you wrote.
Do you really think NASA does not write software?
There are others who can do a far better job at it than myself...I have not been in an organization that uses it yet.
For a good argument about WHY it should be used, check out After the Goldrush by Steve McConnell. Also I think Fred Brooks mentions it in the anniversary edition of Mythical Man-Month. Probably ACM has a few articles on it, too....Here's SEI's home page
http://www.sei.cmu.edu/
And Steve McConnell's companion page to the book:
http://www.construx.com/stevemcc/
Ed Yourdon's site:
http://www.yourdon.com
Regarding the "maturing" of the field, that goes for all of the Software Engineering, period. There are far, far, far too many people calling themselves Software Engineers who do not even have a Comp. Sci. degree (closest thing most schools offer right now) and not nearly enough people paying attention to SEI/CMM - same mistakes keep happening over, and over, and over, and over....people think it's all new, but nothing is rarely completely new, it's just old ideas rehashed. I find it very frustrating when potential employers focus more on languages and tools and buzzwords and years/months using them (example Java, CORBA, UML, EJB, RMI, COM/DCOM, C/C++) rather than trying to measure a person's critical thinking skills...I happen to have experience with some of the above tools/languages, but I don't think it's the whole of my worth as an employee - and the ideas in the above tools/languages are hardly new - yes, Java contains a whole bunch of good ideas and is very logically put together from the ground up - but it contains nothing that has not been done before. Don't believe me? Here's an example: http://www.threedee.com/jcm/psystem/ This industry (in general) has a hard time getting perspective on things.
this may be the beginning of the end for the dotcom fad.
Just what do these people think they can accomplish with their juvenile acts of vandalism?
They are amusing themselves and others at the expense of people like you who are getting all worked up over this. You're reaction shows that they hit a sore spot.
First, distributing handbills and posting fliers has a long history as an effective means of protest. Those the protest is targeted against, of course, call it "vandallism", thereby trying to equate it with carving your name in the park bench. When something strikes close to home your first reaction is to belittle it, trying to make yourself feel superior to those responsible.
there has to be a more productive method of protest than plastering avery labels all over the place
Such as??? For very little $ and effort they have reached a national audience. This is a very effective guerilla tactic.
It also is no different then the thousands of .com stickers distributed by bay-area companies at this year's SXSW conference in Austin. You want to talk about vandalism? Come look at all the marketing crap illegally stuck on everything in a 10-block area of my town last week. At least the protesters have some kind of intent more noble than capturing market share to boost the price of their IPO.
Even a vague expression of angst utilizing humor is a valid form of art (as defined by most since about 1900). True art confronts, questions, & provokes, just like these stickers. If you find the actions of these people upsetting, perhaps you should ask YOURSELF why that is. Don't give me that "vandalism" crap as an excuse. There's much worse and more blatant acts of vandalism all over the world, and I don't hear you railing against that.
4:35PM CST. /.ed.
Looks like it was pulled, NOT
Interesting. Who pulled it & why?
But the public needs Rutabegas.com! Where else can they go to get rutabegas airlifted to them no matter where they are in the world!
And more importantly, once Rutabegas.com makes our IPO, we can get some cash and buy a company that actually does something useful.
Hopefully I didn't put any [] around my words.
(although I personally think it was ESCHELON related... Deffinitly looks like a govt conspiracy) :)
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You are SO right. We recently went through a HUGE period of expansion in Amherst, NY (a suburb of Buffalo, NY). Population tripled. The local IDA & Republican Town Board were handing out tax breaks left and right. Now the growth has stopped. Development has taken a dive. Property values have plummeted, some houses losing 20-50% of their value in just 3-4 years. And our schools? Now we're the fourth largest schoold district in NYS (Except for City School Districts). The school budget topped $100 million 3 years ago. People are pissed now that we have:
It just hasn't been good... and now the towns farther out into the rural areas are goign through what we went through... hopefully they'll be able to avoid the problems we saw.
--You will rephrase your request for me to go to hell. Goto statements are not acceptable programming constructs
I doubt these people truly despise dot.com's, otherwise why would they have their own web site? Seems like a marketing ploy than another else. With all that's happened online, it might be original a ploy, but definitely not surprising.
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time to face the facts. every media industry that has boomed thus far has only boomed because of advertising. without advertising things don't get noticed, or they loose all financial backing. before advertising came in the web was still crawling around in diapers but since avertising has came in the internet has boomed reaching more people then it could ever have on it's own. oh and btw anyone ever think about the fact that the com in XXXXXX.com means commerce?
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How do you enforce a law making it illegal to commit suicide?
Your right.HAHA!!!!!!!!!!!!
About time someone did something about those annoying .com ads. I live in `Frisco, and have still not seen these, but I think I will go try and find whomever is sending these out! I love it!
/. is a commercial entity. goto slashdot.com
Funny thing about all of this is that I own the domains you-suck.com, you-suck.net and you-suck.org and someone in New York has been selling white T-Shirts with you-suck.com tastefully printed in sharp black letters.
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So I got a couple million in VC and like your business model. Ya wanna dance now?
rx_chutzpah, the Doc.
are you really that lame? then again, you probably are, never mind.
Does anyone have a copy of the pdf file to mirror?
I was at work contemplating shit and out of the blue I said "I hate yuppies." And this dude I work with is like "huh?" So I say, "You know why windows crashes so much?" And he said he didn't think it did.
.com BS makes us all look like GD yuppies. It's good to see some techies revolt against the .coms.
.org. What a grand transition from several years ago when I went to .com's exclusively and .org was alien. I bet most people don't even know .org exists.
.com's can make their founders millionaires without having any revenue or profit just by going public is making the computer world looked at badly. Why, just the other day on linux.com I saw a post saying that Linux companies could make paper millionaires by having an IPO without having profit, or even revenue, and that we were seeing it right and left. But the only Linux companies that had gone public as of that post were VA and Red Hat, which had revenue and I believe were both turning profit. Bottom line, people see it happening in .com-land, it's ridiculous, they assume it's what goes on in all of the tech world. So you whip out your pilot, they assume you bought it by not turning any profit or revenue having an IPO. Even tho' you bought it by working hard making the things that make their world run.
Well, I'm a big tech and computer person, and you're right. All this
BTW I noticed the other day that all the sites I was visiting were
The fact that hundreds of
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"I don't care about the Constitution!" --Bill O'Reilly, November 17, 2009
Didn't this already happen? Too many people on the get-rich-quick, something for nothing bandwagon in the 20s, a depression...
It was said around then that if Roosevelt couldn't handle the problem he would be the last President of the United States.
He may have overstepped his authority as president in de-capitalizing the situation, but the nation was shifting and if he hadn't we would've seen, as you said, a revolution with guns.
"I don't care about the Constitution!" --Bill O'Reilly, November 17, 2009
It isn't to sound cool. It's bashing them because we have a legitimate point. Once a certain amount of people are in it just because it's chic, the original starters of the "bashing dot-com" movement will be past it, the real geeks, they will have moved on.
I'm a geek, but I don't have a cell phone, or a palm. I don't interrupt conversations for crap like that. I know plenty of yuppy business-persons who do tho'.
It'd be interesting to see the "long list of things that are rude, socially irresponsible and obnoxious about the tech culture" and see how many of them really apply to where you're applying them. You are missing the point of dot-com bashing while at the same time proving it.
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"I don't care about the Constitution!" --Bill O'Reilly, November 17, 2009
My favorite part:
"Shiny, 24-year-old people who were all very hip and cool [were] going into this thing. We just couldn't believe that this is what it had come down to -- that this was a cool thing in the Mission -- to go to these kind of dot-com opening parties and stuff. So we came back and threw some eggs at them."
Face it, we're the next generation of yuppie scum. Even if you're not rolling in pre-IPO stock, you're exposed to such backlash, by merely whipping out your Pilot, or saying you do 'computer stuff'. Sometimes it's a groan & rolling of eyes, or you get passed off to the other geek in the room, or better yet, they glare & report that 'I hate computers'. And really, I can't blame them. We're pummelled with it, especially in the Bay Area... it's not so much the 'net & computers, but the inane corporate.com culture that's in our face, 24-7. It was all fun & games until the barrage of ads began.
I was in San Fransisco today and one of the MUNI stations is a huge Microsoft advertisement. However, as the main add comes into site on the way down the escalator, you see: "MICRO$OFT". Someone's added some strategic white tape in just the right places. Caused quite a double-take.
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They are amusing themselves and others at the expense of people like you who are getting all worked up over this. You're reaction shows that they hit a sore spot.
Sounds like they've already solved this problem in South Africa..
Your Working Boy,
Absolutely. I've never understood the "Look I'm a vandal so I'm a cool insightful rebel" attitude. There is a lot of hype about the net, granted, but why not write a book about it? Stoll's "Silicon Snake Oil" was not bad, but it really was written too early to focus on the current situation.
They call the company "Sun" because the people who work for it don't see it often.
Remember, just because the pot calls the kettle black, doesn't mean the kettle isn't black.
Actually, if you look at the dates, you'll notice that this is the Wired effect, not the Slashdot effect.
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that an anti-website group has their own website?
Wouldn't Tuttle have been a better choice? Or was that Buttle...?
Davo -- Free speech, free software, AND free beer.
I had commercials on television and radio generally but the dot com commercials I hate even more. I know how these guys feel. Some of the most annoying commercials are dot coms second only to the Warehouse music commercials with the people singing out of tune. South side California probably isn't as bad but we've still got our load of dot com billboards. I'm making a blowitoutyourass.com t-shirt as I type. You're going to moderate this down.
I'm a loner Dottie, a Rebel.
Has anyone considered the possibilty that this is just another stupid ad campaign? I'll admit that this is a low-probability scenario, but bear with me. With a few bucks worth of stickers, these guys have gotten people all over the net talking about their website (which appears to have been taken down at the moment). If they put up a new, commercial website tomorrow, with all the buzz going around the net, a lot of people would see it. For all we know, it could be some RealNames-type company trying to publicize a new, proprietary addressing scheme.
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The machines were originally built as networked boxen that lived on the network and could be produced for much less than the "mainframes" or whatever of the time. Ironic that many SUN workstations are now being replaced by Linux and (sadly) NT workstations because they are cheaper..
"...Is this world not a call I can screen out" --
Just HairyDrunkenLactatingSpottedMonkies.com should be worth $300M alone!
GNU/Linux. The Freshmaker.
A lot more people take notice of an advert than read a book. Plus when something is done as succintly as "Idon'tneedmytoothpastedelivered.com" it's a bit boring to stretch it out into a 300page book.
Although by the looks of things Andre the Giant still has a posse.
A lot of the pictures on their site showed their posters were stuck on top existing advertisements, which themselves were stuck on public and private property. So they're actually bringing attention to corporate-sponsored acts of vandalism, and keeping the cost of the removing their own ads to a minimum.
But then again, they also stuck them on steet signs and legitimate ads.
I imagine it has more to do with the person placing the posters than the organization itself. Do you think Nissan, Nintendo, and HBO condone vandalism?
In Seattle ("The San Francisco of the Northwest") the latest grafitti craze (no, not Grafitti (tm)) is "NoMorePrisons.net" spray-painted on sidewalks. To me this is the perfect undeniable proof that grafitti can be a positive act. I saw the grafitti, I bought the book, and though I just read it yesterday I literally think it's changed my life.
I don't know how annoying the SF labels are. I do know that spray paint on sidewalk will wear off in a few months, and that it has a hell of a lot less negative impact on my quality of life than a lot of billboards (or worse, TV screens in airports). I'd much rather give the right to spam my environment over to those who care (yes, that includes sidewalk evangelists) rather than those who just have more money than I do.
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I'm sorry -- trying to draw a distinction between hating someone because you don't like where he puts his money and hating someone because you don't like where he puts his penis is puerile it-depends-on-what-the-meaning-of-'is'-is sophistry.
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/. If the government wants us to respect the law, it should set a better example.
This reminds me of something here in Fremont (A district in Seattle.) A couple years ago, Adobe built a nice shiny new building here which blocks the view of the water. A while ago, Someone went around and stuck stickers all over the area that say "Fuck Adobe". The best part is the irony. They used a distinctive Adobe font for the stickers.
--GnrcMan--
I'd definitely consider the Pacific NW (Vancouver, WA, OR, been to all and enjoyed them a lot)
I'm in Seattle. I assume you mean Vancouver BC, which is a cool place. There's a town in WA, right across the border from Portland, called Vancouver. It's kind of a shithole.
I would recommend against Seattle. It gets on your nerves and wears you down. Traffic sucks. Costs are outrageous due to the abundance of dot coms and MS millionaires. People here are so apathetic it isn't even funny. And everyone drives an SUV and bitches about how much gas costs. I'm only here because my girlfriend is finishing up her Classics degree at UW.
Portland, OR on the other hand, is a wonderful city. I'd move there in a second. If you are going to move to the Pacific Northwest, that is the place to be. Just watch out for a scary man named Lon Mabon.
--GnrcMan--
Easy: they get a lot of people's attention very quickly, just like e-marketers do. And that, of course, is the whole point here -- they're trying to make a point to a lot of people very quickly. Looks to me like it's working.
Writing a book about it is in this case pretty much pointless -- anyone that picks up the book is probably a sympathizer in the first place. Making a web site will only draw so many hits unless it becomes a meme (which has actually begun to happen in this case, just as it did with Mahir et al). Taking to the streets with posters is just... so... non-digital, I can't really take that seriously for this effort.
No, I think Mr Lowry is on the right track here -- these pseudo-ads are great, and I hope to see them pop up all over the place. San Francisco, Boston, London, everywhere. We're in the midst of a gold rush with a dirty little secret: there ain't no gold to be found! It's time that news became a bit more well known, even if it does kick your startup in the belly. Sorry guys, them's the breaks -- the party needs to end & we need to clean up the mess we've made.
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It's like a drunk making fun of Budweiser while finishing off the last drop in his 40oz bud.
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This gives me the idea that they are bitter overgrown adolescents getting off on their 'subversiveness'.
Jealousy of Seattle ? The NW Slackers got to have their revolution, and now SF wants its own.
-- Reclaim The TrustfundsI don't agree that ending the transient state will be a good thing.
A crunch is a crunch. People get hurt. Small investors will take a very big hit on the collapse of the ecomm boom. Let's face it, we like to think of VCs as those lovely rich people who keep us in big lunches and new G4s, while we bleed them dry, but where did their money come from ? A lot of the fund money floating around now is either Joe Sixpack's own little day-trading adventure, or it's Doreen Bluerinse's life-savings in a Fund that was late into .com and still can't tell the difference between Amazon and Lastminute, or Cisco and Iridium.
What happened in '29 ? Banks got burned, and when a bank gets burned, it takes it out on its smaller creditors. Rockefeller didn't find a bank trying to repossess his mansion, but a lot of poor Okie farmers did.
This is fairly amusing, but don't you all think there are significantly more important issues that need attention. Sure, a lot of the people who read/post/submit to /. care about those things, and that's great, but this anti-dot-com thing, with all its bumper stickers and whatnot is going to get way more public attention than any of the stuff that really matters. Sure, anti-IP patent bumperstickers aren't going to be as interesting, and probalby are not the best idea, but it's far more relevant.
I guess this is just showing me that all the discussion and arguments and thoughts that take place on /. are hampered by the fact that /. is one of the few places they can take place. So how can we spread the word about more prevelant issues than the dot-com sillyness to the mostly ignorant public? The deCSS t-shirts would seem to be a start, except I doubt they make much sense to most people, and line upon line of seemingly random characters isn't all that appealling.
The anti-dot-com fanfare is ok, but it's only really going against something that's not all that important, and will die out soon enough anyways. I'm not sure how serious the people running it actually are, but if they really want to change the future of the internet, they should focus on something relevant.
One time I threw a brick at a duck.
Why is it that internet startups (any high tech startup FTM) feel the need to be located in the Bay area, NYC, Boston, SoCal or Seattle given the physical locationlessness (new word) of the internet?
I understand that it provides a method for new companies to recruit talent from other local companies without requireing the employee to move but it would seem to me that a company could either startup or move to somewhere like Ann Arbor, Madison, Boulder or Austin, still offer the same stupidly overvalued salaries and allow the employees to live like kings in some pretty cool cities. Why does this not happen very much? Are the VC's trying to drive up the values of their real estate investments?
Any other reasons for this?
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At first I thought that these flyers may have been the result of regular people who had become tired of E-this and E-that everywhere and .com's everywhere you look especially in San Francisco. But after rereading the article I begin to suspect that this campaign may be the product of embittered tech folk who are in the land of IPO plenty and yet feel they are going hungry (by Silicon Valley standards). I also suspect they are either owners of a failed startup, wannabe CEOs who didn't obtain venture capital, and recently fired valleyites.
The domain names picked although funny are also very revealing about them e.g. ShredsOfSomeonesSoulForAuction.com, FuckYouAndTheStartupYouRodeInOn.com. After all in Silicon valley everyone feels they should be a millionairre and since does not hold true it seems the losers (again by Silicon valley standards) have decided that if they can't have it no one else will. I wonder how native SFer's feel about these ads and all the wealth being thrown around by snot-nosed geeks with more money than they know what to do with.
PS: I submitted this last night and it got declined. Go figure.
You miss the point...it isn't about how some snot nosed programmers and geeks are lavishly spending their money . This is about people and organizations who have lived in San Francisco for years and perhaps even generations that are being forced out of their homes simply because they are not as well to do as the snot nosed geeks who showed up in the city less than five years ago. I'll give you 2 true life examples that show exactly how different the San Francisco situation is from the racist scenario you liken it to.
- Recently in the city of Atlanta (which has the second largest gay population in the U.S.) members of the gay community decided to start moving into low cost inner city housing which until then had predominantly occupied by blacks. This had the effect of driving up property values since most of the homosexuals were yuppie white people with good income. Very soon some of the inhabitants of the neighborhood, some of which had lived there for decades, started a campaign against the newcomers because they were forcing them out of their homes. Of course, the media picked this up and it became a blacks vs. gays issue as opposed to an issue with economic undertones. This is similar to what's happening to native SFer's and the geek newcomers.
- Atlanta is described as "The white donut". This is because the city is predominantly black but completely surrounded on all sides by predominantly white suburbs consisting primarily of gated communities. Since most of the suburbanites work in the city, there is a considerable amount of rush hour traffic on a daily basis. Yet efforts to extend subway service into the suburbs have been consistently blocked by the suburbanites because they don't want to give easy access to the city people (blacks) to their neighborhoods so they don't reduce their property values, rob & steal, bring the inner city bums with them, etc. This is an example of racial seclusionary behavior
I hope you can see how different the situation in San Francisco is from that of old white suburbanites who don't want black folk reducing property values. Personally it is my opinion that San Francisco is probably the most tolerant city in the country especially when juxtaposed with southern cities.PS: Full disclosure. I am a black, snot nosed punk programmer who hopes to launch a startup.
I have to agree with this group of individuals after living first in Palo Alto and then in San Jose. The point is that all these high paying dot coms in the area have driven prices sky high. I was appalled to find out that at $50,000 per year I was considered poverty level... and it was tough, it never seemed like my wife and I could make ends meet. Finally I told IBM and the whole silicon valley area good-bye and moved back to Utah. So you can imagine what it is like for the "regular" people like gas station attendants, school teachers, etc... Both parents work and yet they still struggle to even pay their rent or mortgage. The whole silicon valley area is divided into two distinct groups, the rich dot- commers and the poor regular folk.
It is no wonder there is such a backlash against them. In fact, when I was there this whole thing was already gaining steam with some groups in San Francisco openly vandalizing rich dot-commers cars and property, in hopes to drive them out. I don't condone such actions but it goes to show just how desparate the situation is for many people.
I think the solution to this problem is already taking form as many dotcoms are actually locating in other places that have a lower cost of living and thereby alleviating the already exploding situation in Silicon Valley.
Just my two cents.
Nathaniel P. Wilkerson
NPS Internet Solutions, LLC
www.npsis.com
Nathaniel P. Wilkerson
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Let me put it clearly for you: NASDAQ is the biggest, baddest pyramid scheme on the planet.
The money that is being made on NASDAQ is coming from somewhere, and it's coming from moms and pops all over the world. It's going into dot-coms, many of which have never, and will never, have any genuine commercial value.
Part of the problem here is that you have everybody eying the wealth that appears to be getting created from thin air on NASDAQ, and thinking "I'd like some of that."
There is, however, a fundamental principle of economics. That is, if everybody suddenly tomorrow had ten million dollars, then ten million dollars suddenly wouldn't make you wealthy. All it would do is create sudden and serious inflation.
While we're not quite at that point, we are getting a ludicrous number of people being ludicrously wealthy, and that is simply unsustainable. The system is headed for a major breaking point.
The last global revolution was the industrial revolution. It created massive upheaval worldwide, and ushered in the age of capitalism. The coming revolution will happen for not dissimilar reasons, and will usher in a new economic paradigm to replace capitalism. And if that revolution becomes difficult, don't be surprised to see the other type of revolution, with guns.
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And to drive this point home, I just ran out to the store to pick up a few items and happened to glance at the 3/27 issue of Time magazine.   Guess what's on the front cover?   Stephen King, his face and upper torso as a picture on a computer monitor, with his hand reaching out of it to a keyboard directly in front.
Front cover title of this journalistic brilliance?   "'icandoit.com' and you can too".
I live in Philly - whoever has those "anti-dot com" materials that the article mentioned were going to be handed out here on the east coast - PLEASE GET THEM HERE FAST!!!!
-- Win2k: "It's not so much that it's only 65,000 bugs, it's just that they stopped at 65,535 to prevent an overflow."
San Francisco is the hideous mega-capital of obnoxious real-world advertising. We have flatbed trucks with billboards mounted in the back, whose sole purpose is to drive around town showing a giant ad for some lame web "business".
We've got those and the barges in Philly too.   First time I saw one of those flatbed truck signs was a couple of years ago.   I thought it was just one company's unique way of advertising.   Then I kept seeing them and seeing them and cursed having to drive behind one too!   Please don't forget the small planes dragging a banner through the sky with some "dot com" on it and I've even seen some sky-writers spell out "dot com" companies as an ad! (true).
Alot of this sort of thing started when alot of cities started banning billboards in residential neighborhoods, so the advertisers "took their show on the road" so to speak.
One thing that's interesting is the massive increase in radio advertising for these "dot coms".   Probably 3/4 of the ads I hear on all-news stations are either for "computerjobs.com" or some other "tech-relatedindustry.com".
And I know that tech and businesses on the internet have brought an amazing amount of jobs and wealth but I'd like to see the field mature a bit, without all the hype.   Okay, it's here, so lets move on.   JMHO.
-- Win2k: "It's not so much that it's only 65,000 bugs, it's just that they stopped at 65,535 to prevent an overflow."
andicantwaittillitsover.com
-- Win2k: "It's not so much that it's only 65,000 bugs, it's just that they stopped at 65,535 to prevent an overflow."
And to JDax, since I didn't get a chance to reply last night: Hell, I wasn't going to blame Linux for bad weather forecasting, I was going to blame it for the bad weather itself! Global warming, the recent spate of droughts, floods, and natural disasters: all can be traced back to Torvalds and Cox. It's true! :)
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And I was gonna point out NASA's Beowulf cluster but then you'd say... ohhhhh...   fsck it!  
Actually want to make a point that hasn't been touched here yet and that is this:   Remember learning in U.S. History about what happened, oh...   around 1849 in San Fran?   A little thing called the "gold rush"?   Looks like we're seeing a repeat in history here some 150 years later...
And for those who are new to that area and/or are considering the latest dot com gold rush, remember that the last sortof big earthquake occurred when? In 1989?   And they're looonnngggg overdue.   I remember watching the World Series when Candlestick Park (OOPPPSSS!!!   WRONG NAME!   Ahem.   "3COM Park", I believe it was later called) was literally being shaken apart.   If you like San Andreas fault living, be my guest.   Zico and me will stick with the Linux-caused hurricaines and blizzards and tornadoes on the east coast!
And by the way, regarding the real estate there?   ALL that stuff has to go - the Presidio included.   I mean come on.   How the hell can they start building Star Fleet Academy with those damn dot coms in the way, huh?   Let's start moving to the REAL technology!
-- Win2k: "It's not so much that it's only 65,000 bugs, it's just that they stopped at 65,535 to prevent an overflow."
There's no way in hell Microsoft is behind this. Many of the slogans are far too...um..colorful, for any big family-friendly company like Microsoft to be involved with them.
yeah but there's a difference that the .marketing dweebs aren't just moving in, they're displacing those who were here by driving rents through the roof, doubling in the past two years and san francisco wasn't cheap to begin with. Every week it seems theres another story about some little non-profit going under or moving out of the city (if they can) as they can't afford their rent doubling. This week it's cartoon art museum (which was I think the only museum dedicated to cartooning) next week it's be somebody else.
Here is a nice story from sf on the dot.whatevers impact in SOMA.
While people may regard SF as a home for hippies, flakes and freaks, it wasn't always this way. This radical transformation in the 50's was as hard fought as the hippie/dotcom struggle is today.
Those fighting progress in SF now are cut from the same cloth as those at the heart of the tumult forty years ago.
Couple that with the rather annoying fact that a lot of these pointless (and hopeless) businesses are making money for their employees anyway, and you have a pretty silly situation. It's good to see someone publicly decrying this absurdity.
-jwb
You don't understand 'tolerance.' Tolerance is a live-and-let-live attitude. If it were a matter of 'oh, I don't like my neighbor's nice new car, I wish it were gone,' it would be a matter of simple resentment. If I don't like my neighbor's sexual practices or hobbies or skin color, that's intolerance. But that's not the problem.
The problem is an inflationary economy, and the effect on a market when a good sector of the consuming side of the market has a lot more income than another, the local economy will server the former far more than the latter. Food prices skyrocket. Rents and housing go up. Police serve the class in favor over the class that isn't - someone who would have be a functional part of the community 7 years ago is now an 'eyesore' today and hassled by cops. The proliferation of SUVs is a huge problem in a city with a parking crunch, and often present a menace to pedestrians and bicyclists.
There have been a lot of evictions of poorer residents in order to be able to rent at ridiculously higher rates to new ones (fortunately there is some rent and eviction control, but increasingly landlords are weakening it and making loopholes.) New residents in SOMA, where I live, will move near a nightclub, then complain about the noise, move a lot of political money around, and have the night club closed. (Ask jwz, himself a silicon implant 'gone native,' about this sometime.)
People are defending an already rare lifestyle, and they are also protecting some of the little character that exists in an increasingly homogenous, franchised country. San Francisco is - or will have been - one of the last urban places with a true sense of place. (Check out jwz's rant on Silicon Valley to see what many people here are trying to prevent.) You are confusing 'tolerance' with 'acquiesence.'
Some details to be aware of are that there is no commercial rent control, which has a whole slew of corallary effects on market motivation.
That said, your point about the exploding cost of housing in other (non rent-controlled!) parts of the Bay Area is quite accurate, and I'd forgotten it. One little irony is that Marin County, once the most beautiful expensive counties in the Bay Area, has become remained a lot more affordable (especially for renters) and largely avoided the crunch of the rest of the Bay Area. It's not cheap, by any means, but their decision to NOT invest in a lot of transportation infrastructure, and to keep many of their interior roads one-lane and to completely control growth (it's virtually impossible to build on green land in most of the county) has made the portions of it that are far from the freeway an unattractive option to commuters, and kept housing prices stable.
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This gives me the idea that they are bitter overgrown adolescents getting off on their 'subversiveness'. Please. Maybe these people can grow up actually do something that will help their community. I'm glad that they are trying to voice their opinion, I just feel that without a constructive aspect, their campaign is pure egotism.
Anyway, I was much more subversive than this when I was in high school. Maybe I'm just jealous because nothing I did was published on a web site.
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I live in SF, and have to admit that I'd like to see the Beauty Bar burned to the ground when the revolution comes as much as the next guy. But, in general, San Franciscians are actually a pretty small minded lot, and only see the 'big picture' in a ten block radius from where they live.
A couple things are happening here:
1) Land values are skyrocketing around the whole bay. There simply isn't enough land to go around, and poor people and industrial usage are feeling it. Unlike in the 1980s boom, San Francisco hasn't been excepted this time, and rents here are actually similar or lower to Cupertino or anywhere else. The perception is that SF is being 'invaded' by computer jocks that want to enjoy the lifestyle while destroying it. The reality is that many people are being pushed here by the more intolerable situation in SV.
2) Rent Control is having the reverse effect of increasing evictions, rather than decreasing them. Quite a few people have been holed up for years in a victorian flat paying $800/month, split 4 or 5 ways. Obviously, if the landlord can slap on a coat of paint and get $3000 for the same flat, he'll find a way. And since he doesn't want to get into a situation where he's below market again, he might jack that $3000 up to $3500. This sort of thing totally distorts the economics in a city where most people rent.
But anyways, you're right. The days of San Francisco being a real artistic center are probably over. Most of that community is either trust funded or entrenched and over 35 years old. The fear is that we'll end up like a big version of Carmel-by-the-Sea or Sausilito, and the art will be pastel pictures of balloons and seagulls floating over the golden gate.
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Maybe we need this dotshit
I hate to sound like a gun manufacturer or a child pr0nographer, but it seems like the eToothpaste eDelivery eServices and the trade-stocks-at-3-AM and dancingsquidtitties.com wouldn't be there if people didn't want them. Their movement into the web is more or less the inevitable result of the common folk moving into the web.
So, while I understand the frustration of one of the most empowering communication and information-transforming tools ever created being used to sell crap even more useless than the crap we sold last week, it may be a great opportunity for those with brains. The eOverload lowers the noise-to-signal ratio, but it doesn't drive good information out. If little Johnny's dad gets a shiny new computer and a DSL line so that he can buy underwear at the speed of light using the Business Model of the Future, that doesn't stop Johnny from visiting GNU or Bartleby or the DXM FAQ. I'm talking about guerilla education here. Let's let the dots put a computer in every nook and cranny, build powerful internet backbones and make everyone need high-speed reliable access as one of life's basic requirements.
That's when we move in...
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I'm afraid that this has lost me a little-- I'm failing to see how disliking how a community member chooses to spend his/her money is any different than who a comm. member chooses to associate with, or how he/she chooses to worship or whatever trite comparission you care to walk around the block. Destroying folk's property (i.e. slashing tires or burning crosses or what have you) doesn't sound tollerant-- although both certainly express resentment (and how!)
Also, I didn't want to sound like I didn't understand the hostility. I totally understand why any set community dislikes an interlopper-- people don't like change. That's fine. But it's interesting (which isn't to say significant) that the same excuses ("they're screwing up our community's values, messing with our property values, edging us out, taking our rightful places from us") are trotted out by old white suburbanites and younger, hipper artsy San Franciscans.
Just food for thought. Don't dismiss this out of hand, please.
Much Love,
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OK, you won't usually hear completely crazy ideas coming from me. But this is different. Those SF people were the usual anti-freedom antitech luddites, but this is an excuse to promote my agenda:
End all TLDs!!!!
This sounds funny and/or sarcastic; I fully expect this time to be moderated into the floor. But ever since Ralph Nader's group started advocating whole new TLDs just for their pet causes, it has occurred to me that the whole notion of .org .net .whatever is silly.
It made sense in the old days, when you needed to know at a glance if you could access a site for regulatory reasons (ie certain mil domains accessing com domains, etc). But what purpose do they serve now?
More web addresses? It doesn't address the limited number of *.*.*.* addresses (there are other solutions for that). Most companies reserve all possible TLDs which could violate their trademarks-- add more TLDs and you won't even see more lawsuits-- the same squatters and the same trademark holders, just more names to fight over.
It hardly serves as an organizing principle. Is an American private school a .com, .edu, or .city.state.us? The latter is ruling of self-appointed Masters of American Domains at USC. They want coke to be coke.atlanta.us. Why? Really, I can't tell. I don't need to look at a web address to tell if I am at a gov't, private or network provider's homepage.
What we need aren't more top-level domains, but less. We have to drop this .com hack and type http://slashdot. Current dot-whatevers can keep their distinctions, but let's let EVERYTHING be a TLD.
End the TLD Tyranny. In your heart, you know I'm right.
If they have some kind of point to make, other than whining, there has to be a more productive method of protest than plastering avery labels all over the place.
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(Whoa, I'm replying to a JDax post! ;-) )
Everybody gets sick of stuff they hear all the time, whether it's Brittney Spears or "Cha-ching!" However, you don't very often see people going around vandalizing property over it. The reaction that this article (and many others that you can find at the SF Weekly or SF Gate) is talking about is a different phenomenon.
Namely, it's all about jealousy and class warfare and the incredibly immature (although we've probably all done it at some point) "I got here first, so I'm better" attitude.
Jealousy and class warfare? This shouldn't come as any surprise to anyone anywhere, but San Francisco (no, I refuse to call it "The City") is particularly notorious for it. The bonus is that it takes no thought whatsoever to join this movement -- just go after anything that looks like a yuppie status symbol: in order, the pager, the cell phone, the SUV, and San Francisco real estate.
An aside: I never really understood why yuppie youth thought they were cool because they carried a pager on their belt. To me, it's saying, "Yeah, I lack so much independence that I have to be at the beck and call of other people 24 hours a day." But I digress.
As for the third attitude I mentioned, it's hardly unique to San Francisco, but they seem to do it better than just about anyone save possibly New York City dwellers. Recently, a decent number of gay folks thought it would be fun to start vandalizing people's cars, because too many straight people were moving into their neighborhoods. (How's that for discriminatory irony!) You see it among the Slackers of NYC, too, because the mayor actually had to gall to make run down areas like Times Square safe for families to visit at night. Gasp! This definitely isn't limited to real estate, either, if you've ever heard anyone whine "Man, BandX and TVshowX were so cool, but now they suck because a lot of people like them. Mainstream bastards!"
In the interest of full disclosure, I should state that we're one of the groups that has moved into a place that was vacated by an organization mentioned elsewhere in this thread at Slashdot because they could no longer afford the rent. It still wouldn't change my opinion on this, though, as I've never been harrassed over it, nor has any of my property been vandalized.
I will say, however, that the San Francisco land grab is pretty ironic. Technology, and more specifically, the Internet, are supposed to increase our abilities to work together remotely, yet we're all fighting to squeeze into San Francisco, and paying through the nose for the honor.
And to JDax, since I didn't get a chance to reply last night: Hell, I wasn't going to blame Linux for bad weather forecasting, I was going to blame it for the bad weather itself! Global warming, the recent spate of droughts, floods, and natural disasters: all can be traced back to Torvalds and Cox. It's true! :)
Cheers,
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There were campaigns like this in the suburbs of Detroit and Chicago in the 60's, too. But, those were to keep African-Americans and "foreigners" from moving in or staying. Isn't this a sort of distressing reaction to a shift in population demographic? Isn't SF supposed to be an almost mystical land of community tolerance and acceptation? If "artists" (you know, the voice of culture, those who spend every day slaving to prove that human beings are at least a notch above rabid dogs) are stooping (or, god forbid, gladly taking up) subtle (and not-so-subtle) terror tactics, isn't the art scene already dead?
As for BlowItOutYourMonkeysButt.com (or whatever the hell it's called,) some of the material is funny (in a sort of AIRTOONS kinda way), but it seems to me that the whole campaign is just howling-at-the-moon brand rage: futile not only in its tacit attempt (stickers will kill this dot-com bullshit about as quickly as a water hose will put out the sun) but also in its execution (by setting yourself up as not-A [we hate them dot-com coloninc services!], you basically guarantee that every time you impress your message on someone[look, honey: those artists really hate e-colonics], you're also passing on the much-loathed message you're trying to resist [honey, do you think we should get ourselves colonically irrigated online?]. )
Oh, crap; does any of this make sense?
Much Love,
"S"HM
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(I refuse to spellcheck out of contempt for your belief system)
I'm sick of this internet BS too...everyone is E-this/E-that. I just want to read a book or something. Even my boss at work seems to be into this whole internet thing...he's always asking me, "Did you restart those webservers?" or "Hey..is that E4500 back up and working yet"/"Damnit, why has our bandwidth dropped?"
Personally, i don't know what he's talking about. I just took this job as a...i think they call me a SysAd or something...because they have a foosball table. Besides - no one has told me why they call the company i work for "Sun" anyway. I mean...it's really not that well lit around here anyways.
-FluX
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"It is seldom that liberty of any kind is lost all at once." -David Hume
With a significant segment of the population here taking in income that is an order of magnitude higher than that of the general, non-high-tech population, a local inflation has made it very difficult for the working poor and artists who had long considered this a home to survive. The service industry here has gotten outright hostile to people it percieves as part of that economy - especially the MBA types (less so the geeks, since we're less into conspicuous consumption, even though we are just as guilty of pushing up rent costs.) Jobs at restaurants and cafes that pay $10 an hour go begging.
Also good targets for abuse are people who buy and drive SUVs in a crowded city without parking - there was a campaign encouraging locals to vandalize SUVs and luxury cars, partially out of vengeance and partially to scare away the rich arrivers, who are pushing up the cost of living. (It was called the Mission Yuppie Eradication Project.) Another source of contention is the property-tax exemption for so-called live-work spaces. Originally designed to motivate artists to move into troubled neighborhoods and convert industrial space into studio and work space, the vast majority of so-called live-work lofts are new construction that simply is built in an industrial style, which is bought for $200,000 to $600,000 a unit by trendy nouveux riches. Then these people pay no tax into the local school system, while local residents in regular housing (including those of us who rent, since it is part of the cost of renting) pay property tax.
I see a lot of vaguely guilty sympathy for these anti-tech-yuppie efforts among the creatives of the web industry - after all, many of them had hoped to be artists themselves - as well as among the more thoughtful tech geeks. Most real artists, unless they are very rich or married to someone who is, are leaving the Bay Area; San Francisco is in danger of falling off the art map.