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edstromp points out this New York Times "story on using a pocket pc to translate a street sign. It requires at least a dialup connection as it sends the photo to a server for the majority of the processing: OCR, translation, English overlay for new image, and then transmission back to the user. All said and done, it takes about 15 seconds to translate a street sign. Put this with some augumented reality, and you have a rather useful tool."
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And they still have not fixed the page widening bug!
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Lots of sentiment for nuking Mecca. Moderates opt for something more along these lines: "Baghdad and Tehran would be the likeliest sites for a first strike. If we have clean enough bombs to assure a pinpoint damage area, Gaza City and Ramallah would also be on list. Damascus, Cairo, Algiers, Tripoli and Riyadh should be put on alert that any signs of support for the attacks in their cities will bring immediate annihilation." Then there are those who think we really can't do too much differently than what were doing now (my original proposition).
This is a tough one, and I don't know quite what to think. Mecca seems extreme, of course, but then again few people would die and it would send a signal. Religions have suffered such catastrophic setbacks before. As for the Saudis, my only thought is that if we're going to hold them responsible for terrorism, we had better start doing it now, not after an even more catastrophic attack. And, as a general matter, the time for seriousness--including figuring out what we would do in retaliation, so maybe it can have some slight deterrent effect--is now rather than after thousands and thousands more American casualties.
boobies should be like recognized at long range!
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I have had much experience in digital film and can say that this would be quite hand. However, for the most part I have only taken still photographs and not delved much into the realms of OCR. For example, here is an incident in which I was able to hone my digital picture and video skills.
There's nothing special about me. I'm just an ordinary man named Jon Katz - aged 44, balding, fighting a losing battle against my bulging waistline and cash-hungry kids and CmdrTaco who seem to be making more and more demands on my weekly pay-packet. I've just this weekend, had a sexual experience though, which was so good that even the world's richest multi-millionaire couldn't have pleasured himself better.
Today's Tuesday, last Saturday Taco took his mother and our youngest to a family get together 200 miles away. My other two kids arranged to visit friends for the weekend, leaving me - JonKatz- home alone for the first time in years. My only responsibility was to walk and feed the dog. Saturday passed pleasantly, but uneventfully. I went to the supermarket, had a drinks with some mates at lunchtime, watch t.v. sport all afternoon and had a solitary curry that night. I watched Terminator II for about the sixth time on the t.v. and fell asleep at around 11pm.
Sunday was a beautiful morning. I woke up at 10am, made coffee and went back to bed to read the papers. At 12.30pm I decided to take the dog for a walk over to the woods which are about 3 miles away. So off the 2 of us went in the car. The walk was fine - nothing interesting to report there until pretty near the end I spotted someone sleeping on a bench. I didn't really pay much attention - just another down and out I thought. As we got closer, I actually noticed the down and out was a male. A male I'd noticed before - he's around 40, a big fat man, who I've seen drinking in the street and making merry often. Although pushing 40, he had always caught my eye because underneath the beard and lived-in sweat, he looked like he had a decent body on him. I've fancied and fantasized about Fat men since an Uncle of mine introduced me to sexual pleasure when I was just 16. Fat men - let's be blunt - turn me on and this man is a good 220 pounds with tits which always looked enormously big under his layers of clothes. Anyhow, me and the dog were walking by him and I was beginning to look away (it's always embarrassing isn't it, when some down and out tries to draw you into a conversation) when the man called out "Got any spare change?" Under almost any normal circumstances, I'd have just shaken my head and said "No" and kept moving, but he'd got a magnificent body and I had nowhere better to rush to - so I turned and replied "What did you say?" Thinking maybe I was a bit deaf, he repeated "I'm dead broke and really hungry - can you spare me some change?" - "You don't look all that hungry". "Cheeky git". "No, I meant it as a compliment". He laughed and got off of the bench, hhe was drunker than I'd realized and did a slight sexy shuffle. His huge massive breasts shimmied wonderful. I was mesmerized, but no way would I admit it. "So, you like the look of me body then, get away with you, I'd flatten you with the size of these!" he laughed and pulled his pants tighter, showing me the gigantic contents of his almost endless crotch. "I think it's beautiful" I told him in a voice that wasn't mine.
What was I thinking?Talking to a smelly (he really did smell terrible - I can't imagine when he'd last had a bath) tramp and complimenting him too. He got right to the point - "I've met your type before - give me £10 and I'll let you have a proper look at it". I looked around, the woods were empty - we were close to the park area but there wasn't a soul around for a good 200 metres. "And what would you do for more money?" I said it, but I didn't believe I'd said it. 2 minutes ago, I'd been quietly walking the family spaniel - now I was bartering for sexual favors with a filthy hobo. "How much more?" "A lot, for the right thing". His eyes narrowed. "You filthy devil - what would you be wanting to do with me them?" "What do you think?" I couldn't bring myself to say it out loud, but the growing lump in my trousers made my desires all to obvious to me. I wanted to fuck him. Wanted him more than I'd wanted anyone for ages. He might've been smelly but his big plump body reeked of just sex to me. "I think you'll be wanting to fuck me". I nodded and honestly expected him to lose his temper, fling the empty bottle of meths alcohol at me, start swearing blindly at me - I got ready to run. "How about £50?" "What do I get for that?" "You get to take me into them there woods" he jerked a finger at the heavily-treed area I'd just come from "and have a quick poke at my fanny".
I was tempted, even with the smell, but I wanted more - something had taken over me. I just felt so fucking horny. Hornier than I had for years. "What would you do for £200?" "What have you in mind?" "I want to take you home, give you a bath, fuck you, sit down for a good lunch and then fuck you again". "How long for?" "All night, if I want to". "Make it £500". "That's too much". "£400 then". "£300?" "Okay". "How about booze - you got any booze?". "Scotch, gin, brandy - the lot". "And I can drink them?" "Help yourself, as much as you want". He fetched her few belongings which were in some tatty carrier bags - "Right then fella, you're on". I gave him £60 (all the money I had on me) and we got in the car. I deliberately took a long complicated route home to make sure he'd never be able to find my place again. We got to my place and I raided the savings and gave her £100 more. I told her he'd get the balance once our sexual transaction was over. We went upstairs and I poured her a hot bath with plenty of Taco's expensive perfumed bath oil and some disinfectant in it too.
CowboyNeal, as his name turned out to be, took his clothes off - he was stinkingly beautiful. He smelt so bad but looked so good. The smell of him almost made me sick. The look of his huge fleshy naked body almost made me cum in my pants. I volunteered to give his clothes a good boil wash in our machine, for which he was grateful. I left him to bathe and put his soiled clothing in the machine. His knickers were stained with about 15 shades of brown, reds and slimy beiges. I shuddered - what the hell was I doing? Inviting this disgusting filthy low-life into my home, my family's home. There was no denying though, he did have one hell of a body on him. Big fat and dreamily with a massive cock- my dream looking man, in fact. After 10 minutes, I rejoined him in the bath - the water was almost black but he was far cleaner. He washed his hair 3 times and his cock and arse 4 times. He stood up and I showered him down, removing the last traces of dirt from his gleamingly clean huge body. As I hugged him, I put a finger up her willing asshole - he opened her legs a little wider to give me good access - he was certainly keeping to his end of the bargain. I toweled him down and took him to the bedroom. I felt a twinge of guilt as I laid him down my Taco's and my bed, but just a twinge. We started off by him giving me a delightful blow-job while I toyed with his jumbo cock and softly spanked his bum and fingered his asshole. He told me his arse was empty, if I needed to fuck him up it. I needed! I needed! I knew I was too horny to last long, so I gave into temptation and came pretty quickly over that hairy chest and into his mouth. It was wonderful.
An hour later, I was at him again. I had him stand up and bend over the dressing table, then very little difficulty, I maneuvered my dick up his big fleshy arse. His bum hole felt so good - so tight so rewarding. I kneeded his mega-cock while fucking him. I was in heaven. I came right up his arsehole and left my shrinking ick in there for a good few minutes. During the next 21 hours, I had sex with him 14 more times. No, I didn't cum each time, I'm not super-human! I came 4 more times and the last 2 times made my testies really sore and drained. It was well worth it thought. I fucked his mouth and his arse. I fucked him between the man-breasts and I put an empty bottle of gin right far up his fanny. I videod myself fucking him too, all the positions. I've watched it 2 times already and it's good - I may even let you guys see it and sell it for me - who knows?!!! I also watched him (and videod it) taking a piss which was nice. My loving family were due back at 6pm Monday, so CowboyNeal re-dressed at 10am yesterday morning. I'd already called in sick to work. He was grateful for his £300 and his bath and clean clothes. I gave him £5 extra for buy some new knickers. I kept the (cleaned) old ones as a sexy momento. I bet you anything I'll have wank watching the video of CowboyNeal and me tonight, when Taco's gone to bed and I'll have those very well worn, still stained but now biologically cleaned knickers wrapped around my dick as I tug myself off. I've arranged to meet him again, this Sunday for a £50 open-air fuck and I can't wait.
--JonKatz
Signs that are too wide for example.
Why won't Slashdot fix the PAGE WIDENING BUG???
More information on why Jamie Mccarthy hates you
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keep up the great posts! we're all in stitches over here, and if I weren't an AC, I'd mod you up to +3, Funny [as you no doubt hoped in a not-so-secret way]...
FUCK YOU !
GENTLEMEN !!
that's stupid
Ah, who cares. It's only the French.
In fact, I think everyone should intentionally start butchering francais just because it annoys them so much.