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cosyne writes "Saw this story on BBC News about charging people £5 per day to drive in central London. The interesting part: they plan to use surveillance cameras to snap liscence plates and compare to a database of people who paid. That's the same as stopping terrorism, right?" We mentioned this issue in an earlier story. It's an interesting challenge: the UK authorities have a problem (too much traffic in London) which is not susceptible to the usual solution (too many ways into London, can't put tolls on all of them) and so they're looking for new solutions - except most of the possible solutions are privacy-invasive in one way or another.
Please mummy. I wanna troll so badly!
... t t l e . i d .au) on Monday July 15, @03:27AM (#3884502)
ed to use it and had in the meantime, set up a small port-a-potty in
the closet near their room. Even after my dad rebuilt the old one , she
still refused to use it saying she was civilized and would leave the
outhouse for us men.
I guess looking back my dad was a pig. He was handsome enough, but his
manners sucked. He would belch and fart out loud and then laugh about it as
well as pick his nose in public. All these things my mom hated, but I
thought it was rather funny at the time. He was also loud and aggressive, a
trait I would later develop. Anyway, by the time I was 14 we were at each
others throats. I developed early though, so the beating I received as a
kid stopped because he knew I could kick his ass. At 14 I was 5'10 and
weighed about 150 pounds but it was all muscle even though I didn't have a
hair on my body yet. My dad still teased me though telling me he was going
to put me over his knee or that I wasn't to old to knock upside the head.
The only time we got along was when we drank together and we did a lot of
that.
It was about this time that I started to explore my sexuality. Since there
weren't any guys around to tell me about sex, I had to learn everything on
my own. I think it was during this time that I started jacking off everyday
and was fascinated with my cock and balls and ass. I would set up the
mirror in my room at night, light candles, and watch myself masturbate using
mayonnaise. I loved laying back, spreading my legs and watching myself get
off. it was this same time I began noticing my own dad. I began wondering
what my dad looked like naked. I wondered what he did when he jerked off.
I knew he did it quite a bit because my mom had mentioned it once in passing
and in knew they didn't get it on much. Anyway, my dad was a `real' man.
He was 5'11 and had short dark brown hair and brown eyes. He was lean and
fit as well from working at the plant, even though he had a slight beer gut.
I'd always found him obnoxious and loud, but it was around this time my
disgust turned to curiosity and the reason was simple. I'd never seen him
naked. I know that sounds odd, but he never took his clothes off front of
me and in fact he was relatively shy. This only increased my curiosity and
I was getting no where peeking through the keyhole of my parents bedroom.
Anyway, the idea to spy on him came one day while I was in the outhouse. I
noticed that there were 2 toilet seats and below it was the catch basin that
had recently been cleaned since he rebuilt it . There was also enough room
for someone of reasonable height to stand or sit below the bench and viola!
I would have a perfect view of him taking a leak. Upon close inspection, I
realized there was a small door on the outer side of the outhouse that he
used to clean the bottom with a shovel. It would be gross for sure, but it
was a perfect way to see what I had wanted to see for so long - my dads'
cock!
I remember thinking about doing it and masturbating the night
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[ Reply to This | Parent ] [klerck] Letters to Wendy's (Score:0)
by Anonymous Coward on Monday July 15, @03:23AM (#3884494) November 27, 1996
The Virgin Mother appeared to me today. She was holding two baked potatoes with sour cream and chives. "They're delicious," she said, and she smiled, emanating a great white light. I took one from her. It was warm and inviting. I cut into it with my plastic fork and plastic knife and I took a bite. It was, as usual, very dry. She hould out the other potato to me. "You try it," I said, "it's dry as fuck."
DTABN
[ Reply to This | Parent ] Rigging the statistics (Score:1)
by fleabag on Monday July 15, @03:25AM (#3884497)
(User #445654 Info) Using the classic government approach, "they" are also going to rig the implementation of this. The major routes in London really depend on traffic light phasing - and this has been seriously screwed up in the last few months. As a consequence traffic jams have appeared where none were before. Then "they" will switch on the congestion charge, fix the phasing, and claim that congestion charging is the saviour of London.
Oh well, if it gets the poor in their crappy Mazdas off the road...er...I thought the Mayor was a socialist...
(if anyone doesn't believe this, go check out the City Road/Old Street roundabout. There is a jam there, going towards Angel that is solely caused by the lights. The junction has been physically the same for all of the 30 years I have known it - and suddenly the traffic is screwed. Wonder why...oh yes, this is the boundary of the congestion charge zone) [ Reply to This | Parent ] [klerck] Letters to Wendy's 2 (Score:0)
by Anonymous Coward on Monday July 15, @03:26AM (#3884500) December 15, 1996
I always feel like someone at Wendy's is going to help me change. It's so hard to really change--most of the time I don't even think of it as a possibility. At Wendy's, though, especially when I've ordered and I know that good people are working hard to bring me what I deserve, I know I can change. I can become something truly special, like an escaped death-row inmate or a twelve-year-old prostitute.
DTABN
[ Reply to This | Parent ] How is this an invasion of privacy? (Score:0)
by Anonymous Coward on Monday July 15, @03:26AM (#3884501) Your privacy does not extend to the effects of light rays bouncing off you and your vehicle in a public place. If you're that paranoid about being seen you probably shouldn't be operating a motor vehicle either. [ Reply to This | Parent ] This is already done on toll roads (Score:1)
by ras (russell-slashdot@
(User #84108 Info | http://slashdot.org/)
This is not new. In Melbourne, Australia, a system operating on similar principles for a few years - http://www.perceptics.com/files/LPR.pdf [perceptics.com].
Speed cameras here also operate in the same way, and have done so for years. No human will even see your traffic fine after it leaves the police van. The images get transferred back to the central computer, which then scan & enhance it, print the infringement notice and stuff it into a envelope. I assume a human carries it down to the post office. But it can't be to far off before the dammed things are delivered by email.
Scott McNeally's off the cuff comment Privacy is dead, deal with it! is spot on. Slashdotters may have as much trouble accepting that as the RIAA has accepting the way technology has gutted copyright, but the genie is out of the bottle. You can't put it back. No one is going to tear down the cameras that take 300 pictures of your average Londoner a day [cbsnews.com]. No one is going to stop the hire car companies tracking you via satellite [mediaeater.com]. Nobody is going to stop the police tracking your movements by asking Blockbuster when and where you last hired out movies.
David Brin was right [privacyfoundation.org]. Trying to stop the collection is a lost cause. Instead fight to make your right to know who is collecting such information, what they have collected, and most importantly who has accessed it. If we can't keep their fingers out of our packets, at least we can keep the bastards honest!
[ Reply to This | Parent ] Already done in Ontario (Score:0)
by Anonymous Coward on Monday July 15, @03:31AM (#3884509) This has already been done for the last 4 years here in Ontario, Canada. The only Toll highway we have uses camera's to snap your rear license plate and you get a bill in the mail 407 ETR website [407etr.com] [407etr.com] [ Reply to This | Parent ] [on by] More random crap at 0! Enjoy! (Score:0)
by Anonymous Coward on Monday July 15, @03:34AM (#3884515) You can kick us but you'll never take us down! Assholes! --on by (onby2002 yahoo com)
I'm an architect in a suburb of New York City, have been for about
ten years now. I'm 39 years old, 6'2", 185 lbs., good-looking not
just for my age but for any age. I have nice olive-toned skin that
always looks like I just came back from a vacation somewhere with a
lot of sun. When I go to a bar I'm usually one of the few men who
actually get sought out by the women. It's not unusual for a woman
to come up to me and start a conversation and make it very clear by
her eyes, her words, her hands that she wants one thing and one thing
only: the cock in my jeans.
I married a wonderful woman named Melissa shortly after we met in
college. We had one son, Adam, who's now in his freshman year at
community college, where he's trying to work his way up to the top
spot on the school tennis team. Unfortunately, my wife passed away
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by Anonymous Coward on Monday July 15, @03:41AM (#3884532)
Please mummy. I wanna troll so badly!
ed to use it and had in the meantime, set up a small port-a-potty in
the closet near their room. Even after my dad rebuilt the old one , she
still refused to use it saying she was civilized and would leave the
outhouse for us men.
I guess looking back my dad was a pig. He was handsome enough, but his
manners sucked. He would belch and fart out loud and then laugh about it as
well as pick his nose in public. All these things my mom hated, but I
thought it was rather funny at the time. He was also loud and aggressive, a
trait I would later develop. Anyway, by the time I was 14 we were at each
others throats. I developed early though, so the beating I received as a
kid stopped because he knew I could kick his ass. At 14 I was 5'10 and
weighed about 150 pounds but it was all muscle even though I didn't have a
hair on my body yet. My dad still teased me though telling me he was going
to put me over his knee or that I wasn't to old to knock upside the head.
The only time we got along was when we drank together and we did a lot of
that.
It was about this time that I started to explore my sexuality. Since there
weren't any guys around to tell me about sex, I had to learn everything on
my own. I think it was during this time that I started jacking off everyday
and was fascinated with my cock and balls and ass. I would set up the
mirror in my room at night, light candles, and watch myself masturbate using
mayonnaise. I loved laying back, spreading my legs and watching myself get
off. it was this same time I began noticing my own dad. I began wondering
what my dad looked like naked. I wondered what he did when he jerked off.
I knew he did it quite a bit because my mom had mentioned it once in passing
and in knew they didn't get it on much. Anyway, my dad was a `real' man.
He was 5'11 and had short dark brown hair and brown eyes. He was lean and
fit as well from working at the plant, even though he had a slight beer gut.
I'd always found him obnoxious and loud, but it was around this time my
disgust turned to curiosity and the reason was simple. I'd never seen him
naked. I know that sounds odd, but he never took his clothes off front of
me and in fact he was relatively shy. This only increased my curiosity and
I was getting no where peeking through the keyhole of my parents bedroom.
Anyway, the idea to spy on him came one day while I was in the outhouse. I
noticed that there were 2 toilet seats and below it was the catch basin that
had recently been cleaned since he rebuilt it . There was also enough room
for someone of reasonable height to stand or sit below the bench and viola!
I would have a perfect view of him taking a leak. Upon close inspection, I
realized there was a small door on the outer side of the outhouse that he
used to clean the bottom with a shovel. It would be gross for sure, but it
was a perfect way to see what I had wanted to see for so long - my dads'
cock!
I remember thinking about doing it and masturbating the night
Read the rest of this comment...
[ Reply to This | Parent ] [klerck] Letters to Wendy's (Score:0)
by Anonymous Coward on Monday July 15, @03:23AM (#3884494) November 27, 1996
The Virgin Mother appeared to me today. She was holding two baked potatoes with sour cream and chives. "They're delicious," she said, and she smiled, emanating a great white light. I took one from her. It was warm and inviting. I cut into it with my plastic fork and plastic knife and I took a bite. It was, as usual, very dry. She hould out the other potato to me. "You try it," I said, "it's dry as fuck."
DTABN
[ Reply to This | Parent ] Rigging the statistics (Score:1)
by fleabag on Monday July 15, @03:25AM (#3884497)
(User #445654 Info) Using the classic government approach, "they" are also going to rig the implementation of this. The major routes in London really depend on traffic light phasing - and this has b
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