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ICANN Mulls Poll Taxes, Representation
Cutriss writes: "The ICANN seems to be thinking about giving in to public demands. According to this article on Wired.com mentions that ICANN is considering allowing domain owners to elect their board of directors. It's a step in the right direction. I wonder if domain owners could collaborate and cast a collective vote of no confidence, absolving ICANN of its responsibilities..." I wouldn't call it a step in the right direction since each revision to ICANN's Board involves less individual representation and more corporate representatives. There's another story with some quotes from Karl Auerbach. The At-Large study that we talked about earlier has now been released in its final form. If you don't like the way ICANN is going, please consider attending their meetings. Next one is in Los Angeles next week.
Someleft a slimy, bloddy bugger on this keyboard in the library...
disgusting...
Rob Malda wasn't exactly an old pro at masturbation (mortified to do it at home ever since his mom found his jitrag and almost had a heart attack) but was working his way up the amateur ranks out at college with not much else to do, having once again failed his saving throw vs. pathetic geekdom.
Even the embarassment that was getting his diminuitive penis lodged in an olive-oil filled beaker was a mere prelude to the incident that would give him his nickname forever. Perusing alt.sex.masturbation after he'd mauled himself one afternoon while his roommate was still out, he came upon a life-changing post: the most realistic sex sensation, ever, guaranteed. Dozens of replies verifying that this was indeed the best thing since sliced bread assuaged his fears that this would turn into another Beaker Incident. So for the first time ever, Rob set out to the hardware store, and then to the supermarket for some liver.
When he burst back into his room, visibly excited, his roommate began to cruelly inquire about why he had some piping and liver. Malda blurted out some half-assed explaination about "Maxwell's Demon" and "passive heating". He laughed and headed on out to "throw some brews back and nail some broads". Malda waited until he was convinced that he was gone, then snuck down to the microwave to heat up the liver. Sprinting with the foul organ in tow back to his room, he stuffed the liver into the PVC pipe and then stuffed his foul organ inside of it. The sensation of his homebrewed artificial vagina was so aazing that he did it four more times that evening, finally passing out with the semen-laced liver-stuffed pipe leaking all manner of horrible fluids leaking onto his sheets. With a start, he woke in the middle of the night, scrambling furiously to hide the pipe, dispose of the seed-covered liver, and then wash his sheets. His roommate and stumbled in while he was washing the sheets, and cruelly inquired if he'd shat the bed or what. He responded that he'd had a bit too much to drink and had puked on it. He shoved him aside and passed out.
So Malda's love affair with a pipe and some liver continued unabated, and things were going well: in one of his art classes, he'd even managed to tell a girl that he was a comp sci major and an art minor. After the 15 second talk, he returned to his room high on life and ready for a few rounds with the liverpipe, and so thought nothing of it when his roommate invited him over to dinner at his friend's place. He accepted, did his pipe, cleaned up and then took a shower before heading out.
He showed up at six prompt, and they began by cracking open a few Coronas and watching some TV. It was Mexican night, they informed him. Nachos and tacos: what would he like? Tacos, he responded.
At the dinner table (OK, huddled around the TV), Malda was talking with excitement in his voice about how he'd unearthed some of his old disks with shareware classics like Duke Nuke 'Em, Jumpman, Tapper and Commander Keen on them and had been playing them all afternoon. One of the guys snickered and he asked if they weren't into old games.
"*snicker* Hey, uh. Guys. Do these tacos taste a little funky to you?"
"*snicker* Yeah, a little bit."
Rob looked around, not quite getting the gist of it and responded "These taste fine. Why?"
As his roommate burst out laughing, one of the guys said "Yeah. I sort of... ran out of meat and I had to make your tacos with this piece of meat I found in the garbage near your roommate's room. But don't worry. It was all wrapped up and so it wasn't dirty... COMMANDER TACO!!"
It was then, with a sinking feeling in his stomach, that he realized that he'd been fed a piece of liver that he'd been intimate with only hours before. He ran out of the apartment crying and failed his classes for the rest of the semester, eventually finding the he managed to graduate in 4 1/2 years.
Now you reporters know, so quit asking, and move on to questions about VA Li^H^H Software already.