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Let's Kill the Hard Disk Icon
Kellym writes "The desktop metaphor is under attack these days. Usability experts and computer scientists like Don Norman, David Gelernter and George Robertson have declared the metaphor "dead." The complexities blamed on the desktop metaphor are not the fault of the metaphor itself, but of its implementation in mainstream systems. The default hard disk icon is part of the desktop metaphor. And the icon is the cause of the complexity created by the desktop"
I grabbed tux's breasts firmly in my strong hands
while gently poking and proding around his anal
regions with my throbbing member. When enough
pre-cum had emerged from my tip, I knew the time
was right. I started to push my big juicy cock
into the penguin's tight, open-source ass. Tux
let out a gentle moan.
Slowly, bit by bit, I burried my big dick deep
into his ass. Tremors of both pain and delight
excaped his beak as I surged forward! Overcome
by powerful desire, I gradually increased the
speed and depth of my thrusts.
It quickly became more than the little penguin
could handle.
The pleasure consumed me! I had to keep on
thrusting, even though Tux was screaming in pain!
Eventually, my cock began to aggitate Tux's tight
ass to the point where it began bleeding. Tears
seemed to stream down his eyes as I continued to
fuck his ass harder and harder.
Before long, the sensation of orgasm was upon me
and I could no longer hold back. I convulsed,
spilling into the ass all of my spunk with such
force as to render Tux's intestine's apart! The
pressure forced a stream of feces, blood, and
semen out of his rectum, dripping onto the floor
at an alarming pace.
Tux's body was limp by this point.
Only wanting to fulfill my desires further, I
grabbed Tux's limp neck and shoved his nose into
the pile of shit, jizz, and blood. I made him
choke it down... gulp after gulp.
Soon, Tux was dead. I had killed the penguin,
but it was the best anal sex I had ever had.
I grabbed tux's breasts firmly in my strong hands
while gently poking and proding around his anal
regions with my throbbing member. When enough
pre-cum had emerged from my tip, I knew the time
was right. I started to push my big juicy cock
into the penguin's tight, open-source ass. Tux
let out a gentle moan.
Slowly, bit by bit, I burried my big dick deep
into his ass. Tremors of both pain and delight
excaped his beak as I surged forward! Overcome
by powerful desire, I gradually increased the
speed and depth of my thrusts.
It quickly became more than the little penguin
could handle.
The pleasure consumed me! I had to keep on
thrusting, even though Tux was screaming in pain!
Eventually, my cock began to aggitate Tux's tight
ass to the point where it began bleeding. Tears
seemed to stream down his eyes as I continued to
fuck his ass harder and harder.
Before long, the sensation of orgasm was upon me
and I could no longer hold back. I convulsed,
spilling into the ass all of my spunk with such
force as to render Tux's intestine's apart! The
pressure forced a stream of feces, blood, and
semen out of his rectum, dripping onto the floor
at an alarming pace.
Tux's body was limp by this point.
Only wanting to fulfill my desires further, I
grabbed Tux's limp neck and shoved his nose into
the pile of shit, jizz, and blood. I made him
choke it down... gulp after gulp.
Soon, Tux was dead. I had killed the penguin,
but it was the best anal sex I had ever had.
I grabbed tux's breasts firmly in my strong hands
while gently poking and proding around his anal
regions with my throbbing member. When enough
pre-cum had emerged from my tip, I knew the time
was right. I started to push my big juicy cock
into the penguin's tight, open-source ass. Tux
let out a gentle moan.
Slowly, bit by bit, I burried my big dick deep
into his ass. Tremors of both pain and delight
excaped his beak as I surged forward! Overcome
by powerful desire, I gradually increased the
speed and depth of my thrusts.
It quickly became more than the little penguin
could handle.
The pleasure consumed me! I had to keep on
thrusting, even though Tux was screaming in pain!
Eventually, my cock began to aggitate Tux's tight
ass to the point where it began bleeding. Tears
seemed to stream down his eyes as I continued to
fuck his ass harder and harder.
Before long, the sensation of orgasm was upon me
and I could no longer hold back. I convulsed,
spilling into the ass all of my spunk with such
force as to render Tux's intestine's apart! The
pressure forced a stream of feces, blood, and
semen out of his rectum, dripping onto the floor
at an alarming pace.
Tux's body was limp by this point.
Only wanting to fulfill my desires further, I
grabbed Tux's limp neck and shoved his nose into
the pile of shit, jizz, and blood. I made him
choke it down... gulp after gulp.
Soon, Tux was dead. I had killed the penguin,
but it was the best anal sex I had ever had.
Kill the hard drive icon! Ya! Mumble mumble. What? Yea! Kill all keyboards! They're too difficult to master. Monitors display flat 2-dimensional images! Get rid of them! Grrr! Remove all buttons from mice! Insert yellow smiling face icons among puffy clouds!
I grabbed tux's breasts firmly in my strong hands
while gently poking and proding around his anal
regions with my throbbing member. When enough
pre-cum had emerged from my tip, I knew the time
was right. I started to push my big juicy cock
into the penguin's tight, open-source ass. Tux
let out a gentle moan.
Slowly, bit by bit, I burried my big dick deep
into his ass. Tremors of both pain and delight
excaped his beak as I surged forward! Overcome
by powerful desire, I gradually increased the
speed and depth of my thrusts.
It quickly became more than the little penguin
could handle.
The pleasure consumed me! I had to keep on
thrusting, even though Tux was screaming in pain!
Eventually, my cock began to aggitate Tux's tight
ass to the point where it began bleeding. Tears
seemed to stream down his eyes as I continued to
fuck his ass harder and harder.
Before long, the sensation of orgasm was upon me
and I could no longer hold back. I convulsed,
spilling into the ass all of my spunk with such
force as to render Tux's intestine's apart! The
pressure forced a stream of feces, blood, and
semen out of his rectum, dripping onto the floor
at an alarming pace.
Tux's body was limp by this point.
Only wanting to fulfill my desires further, I
grabbed Tux's limp neck and shoved his nose into
the pile of shit, jizz, and blood. I made him
choke it down... gulp after gulp.
Soon, Tux was dead. I had killed the penguin,
but it was the best anal sex I had ever had.
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Windows has never had the hard drives on the desktop, but rather in the "my computer", um, thing. Since most people use windows, I think this artical is a bit off...
autopr0n is like, down and stuff.
Windows NT/2k's spanning works across multiple sizes. I've got an 80 and 160 gig drive connected together for one giant 240gig drive :)
autopr0n is like, down and stuff.
Take a dollar from this man since he's a day late and soon to be a dollar short in his ideas.
Since *I* don't have any problem with a complex machine, *EVERYBODY* else should find it easy as well. If they don't, they're just Lusers who need to get a life. Basically, they suck. I'm superior to them.
See, when I was in high school, I got teased and beat up a lot, and now that I'm in control of the machines that those lusers have to use everyday, I work *hard* to make them complex and unusable for their work (so I can make fun of how stupid they are and get back at them for those terrible years in high school), while I make it good for me and the things that I do.
This is classic nerd thinking. Alan Cooper wrote a whole book about how letting computer nerds design computer programs is wrong and stupid. The parent comment lends a lot of weight to his argument.
Potato chips are a by-yourself food.
You mean preferable, it is spelt with only one 'r'.
And before you ask, yes, I do have a deathwish for my karma.
Malike Bamiyi wanted my assistance.