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Wouldn't be be nice if this didn't need to be a surprise? dklon writes: "I just got off the phone with Senate Warner's Office (R-VA). Senator Warner, and his compadre, Senator George Allen, both sit on the High Tech Committee, of which Senator Allen is the chairman. After sending them a strongly-worded letter yesterday, Mr. Warner's office was kind enough to call me back and let me know that the likelihood of Coble-Berman becoming law is slim-to-none. It is committee at the moment, and has only 1 sponsor at the moment in the Senate."
Make a joyful noise, and keep repeating it.
mrspin writes "stage4 has an interview with Daniel Gomez-Ibanez a graduate from Stanford University who has designed and produced a 'Digital Turntable' that allows DJs to mix and scratch digital music using what looks like a conventional record player.
Daniel recently posted a short piece on Slashdot about his 'Digital Turntable'. In an email interview with stage4 he talks about what makes it different from other such products and the inspiration behind this hardware hack.
stage4 is a community site dedicated to creative uses of technology and features a weekly music webcast via PirateTV"
Daniel also says (by email) that if "anyone would want a very unique sampling turntable I would sell more of them for around the cost of the parts because it would be fun to get them out there and get people playing with them." Even those parts aren't cheap (totaling around a thousand dollars) but handcrafted audio tools rarely are. Check his site for email address ;)
Please keep your Gator away from my eyeballs. EyesWideOpen writes "The New York Times is reporting that a preliminary injunction will be issued against Gator Corporation as a result of the company being sued by 10 web site publishers last month because they felt that the company's use of online pop-up ads violated copyright and trademark laws. 'In court Friday, Judge Hilton said that he found enough evidence to support the plaintiffs' claim that Gator's advertisements violated trademark laws in particular...he indicated that one issue was the proximity of Gator's pop-up ads to the publishers' trademarks.'"
You may already have won! We've had to run a number of pieces on unsavory renewal practices among the various registrars competing for your name-claiming business, but domain name scamming is sadly not confined to the U.S. kungfuftr writes: "I'm currently registering all my domains names through a company in the uk called 123reg who are very reasonable and run a good company. Today i got a letter from a company called "Domain Registry of Europe" saying that my domain name "kungfuftr.com" must be renewed. The form they sent looks like a bill and for someone who doesn't know too much about the DNS process it looks like something that should be filled in if they want to keep their domain. Of course if they do this their control of their domain will be transferred to a new registrar. Giving the company an official name as if they are the 'only' registrar in europe is pretty shady. Are companies reaching a new low?"
For when I get a larger hard drive ... TheRedHorse writes "The Yellow Dog Linux 2.3 ISO's have been released . Slashdot did a story about it YDL 2.3 before. Please remember to use the mirrors. Have fun."
You knew this would happen, right? JUSTONEMORELATTE writes "LightReading is reporting today that the EBone portion of KPNQwest's network has been bought for pennies on the dollar (or is that cents on the Euro?) by U.K.-based service provider Interoute Telecommunications. EBone had been valued at EU645 million back in March, today's deal is rumoured to be at about EU15 million, or about a 98% loss of value. Slashdot has covered the heroic efforts to keep the network alive, and talked about the shutdown of the same."
Genetics is never having to say "Am I your type, baby?" Teluial writes "Slashdot's previous story about ColonelPanic's genetic keyboard layout is taking an interesting development. *cue Spidey music* When we last left PMK he was trying his latest layout. Having found it "usable," he is now collecting Dvorak keystroke data and requesting volunteers of the QWERTY breed to also collect data to compare interesting findings against. Details near bottom of project page."
Word out to all my dead troll homies, and Bradmont.
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I was wondering what the hell we were talking about here until I found this discussion of the Coble-Berman bill that would restrict fair use...
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Anti-Spam Legislation Opposed By Powerful Penis-Enlargement Lobby
Classic, classic onion.
In an era where billions of dollars are misreported to show a profit, where companies trade our personal data as commodities, where advertising has become universally prevalent (let us not forget TV pop-ups), where predatory business practices are the norm and "moral" is a bad word.... is this truly a low? It seems to me that it is par for the course.
We've had to run a number of pieces on unsavory renewal practices among the various registrars competing for your name-claiming business, but domain name scamming is sadly not confined to the U.S
.org domain and not .ca). I couldn't believe I would receive such a thing after the big Verisign hoopla. I wrote them back stating that they had just ensured that I will never use their services for any of my domains (5 in all, all .org, .com or .net).
What I found even more ironic is that the particular domain in question isn't due for another year and some months! What are these people thinking?
This isn't just happening in the US or the UK. I received what looked like a bill from the Domain Registry Institute of Canada for one of my domains (which incidentally is a
It's better to burn out than to fade away
More and more in regular usage, I need easy access to numbers. Most of my passwords are number/letter combos, and I'm constantly having to type addresses (often my own for online registration). More importantly, it's nice to be able to quickly type 'l4m3r' into a console while gaming.
Does anyone know of experiments being done to better incorporate numbers into regular type?
Can I bum a sig?
A similar thing happened in Canada. A while back I got a renewal notice from "The domain registry of Canada". It was printed on letterhead deviously designed to look like stationery of the federal government. I'm sure many people got sucked in by the presentation alone.
I got a notice similar to this one from my registrar. I'm sure a lot of those had to go out.
Sending targeted junk mail is one thing; trying to appear to be a government service is another. I find the practice repugnant.
dlek.
I saw something like this quite a while ago at CompUSA. Only $1300!
Then it went away, never to be seen again...
http://obsess.com/junk/onion/
How come it's so easy for someone to transfer a domain registrar via social engineering and yet it's so hard to do it legitimately?
My recent attempt to move a domain from Verisign to Namesecure ended up taking the domain off the air for over a month... Namesecure has completely dropped telephone support -- their email support being consistently unhelpful and clueless I ended up moving the domain to Register.com instead.
Credits: anonymous
"Mmmm... this feels good..." I sighed.
"Shhh!" hissed Hemos. "We don't want Mark to come in here!"
True. Having Hemos's 16 year-old brother walk in on us at that moment would not be good. I didn't think he'd be too cool with finding his 12 year-old brother lying naked with me, holding my 11 year-old dick in his hands. But, in all fairness, my hands were eagerly playing with Hemos's dick and balls at that moment, too.
Hemos's mom and dad had gone to the drive-in, leaving his big brother in charge. In our favor, leaving Mark in charge pretty much guaranteed that we weren't to bother him, and in turn, he'd leave us alone unless we were making too much noise or breaking something. Well, we were being careful to keep quiet because we very much wanted to be left alone.
We were in Hemos's twin bed, snuggled under the covers with our underwear pushed down to the foot of the bed. The only illumination in the room came from the faint sliver of light that crept in under his bedroom door. Even in the shadows I could make out the shape of my friend; about my height, but heavier. (Hell, I was such a skinny runt that everyone was heavier than me.) Hemos had a crew-cut of white-blonde hair, and was only starting to sprout some pubic hair. But, you had to feel for it because what little pubic hair he possessed was as blonde as the short hair on his hea and could not yet be seen by even a minimal distance.
And, I was happily feeling for it, running my hands all over Hemos's slightly larger erection and fondling his larger testicles while he courteously stroked my dick. I could tell that he didn't possess the same enthusiasm for cockplay as I did, unless you count his appreciation for the attention devoted to his member. And I knew that my willingness to satisfy his sexual urges was one of the few reasons he even had me sleep over at his place. But, I didn't let that stop me from finding pleasure in the handling of his meat.
I'd recently had an "introduction", of sorts, to seeing what someone could do with a man's dick with their mouth. While spending the night with my Uncle Jerry a couple weeks before, while I watched in secret, I was treated to a visual display of the intensity and unabashed pleasure that my uncle had obviously enjoyed having another man suck on his cock. From that moment on, I had a yearning that I needed to satisfy. With who was my only question.
I guess it was time to find out.
"I... heard that sucking on it feels even better than playing with it." I ventured.
In the darkness, I could feel a slight jerk of revulsion in Hemos's body.
"Put a dick in your mouth?" he croaked.
"Well, " I countered, my heart pounding with anxiety, "I think adults do it all the time."
"Well, I'm not gonna do it!" Hemos hissed. "That's homo stuff!"
"Yeah." I sighed disappointedly, while still playing with Hemos's dick. "I guess it is."
As I stroked his shaft in a steadier, milking rhythm, I could sense Hemos's breaths getting quicker. His manipulations of my dick began to falter as I could feel his body tense beside me. His hips rocked slightly in time with my pumping of his cock, and I cradled his balls tenderly in my other hand. When any attentions to my own dick has completely ebbed, I knew what was about to happen, so I picked up the pace just a bit more while lending a touch more pressure in my grip. Finally, Hemos's breath caught in his throat, and he turned his face fully into his pillow to stifle the moans that broke free as his cock pulsed and throbbed in a dry orgasm within my hands. I continued to massage him and didn't release him from my grasp until his member had gone fully soft.
"Man," sighed Hemos dreamily after finally catching his breath. "You are so good at that, CmdrTaco."
At least I had something to be proud of, I guess, as my friend gently withdrew himself from me and rolled onto his back.
Even though I was only eleven, the irony of Hemos's words and actions were not lost on me. My sucking on him would have been a "homo" thing, but beating him off was okay. Go figure. Within the few moments I had spent mulling over the irony of the thoughts, Hemos had drifted off to sleep. I slipped out from under the covers and down to the cool floor so I could masturbate without shaking the bed. As I toyed with my own dick, I imagined Hemos's cock in my mouth, wondering if the chance would ever really come. Finally, my own climax washed over me, and I got back into the bed.
I don't sleep real well to begin with, and even worse when I'm not in my own bed. And now, with the thoughts of a dick so close to me, as well as the vivid memories of secretly seeing man-to-man cocksucking pleasure floating through my prepubescent, sex-filled brain, I was not about to fall asleep anytime soon. Lying awake until around 11:30, I finally decided that I needed to do something to satisfy my hungers, or I'd never be able to let it rest. The trick was in finding the guts to follow through.
I knew that whenever Hemos fell asleep, he pretty much stayed asleep. So, since he was sleeping soundly, lying on his back, I took a deep breath and gingerly ducked my head under the covers and scooted down as much as I could to the foot of the bed. That put my head right at Hemos's hip level. I raised my head and upper body to help create a tent over his crotch. Sniffing around, I found the faint scent of young penis flesh. I inhaled deeply, both in the love of the scent, and in an attempt to slow my pounding heart. I opened my mouth wide over the area where I sensed Hemos's dick to be, and lowered my mouth squarely over his soft cock and balls until I could feel his sparse pubic hairs tickling my cheek. I finally had a dick in my mouth! I just wasn't sure what I'd do if Hemos woke to find his "homo" friend in this situation.
I remained like that for a long moment, partially in fear of trying anything more, and partly to savor the moment. I carefully let my tongue start to explore his tender penile flesh, enjoying the texture. Then came the excitement that welled within me as his cock began to respond to my attentions and harden in my warm and wet mouth! Butterflies seemed to explode in my stomach and drown out my heartbeat as I felt his dick get to its full size in my mouth. Concentrating in that dark environment, I found myself beginning to identify the shape of his member by taste. The shaft actually seemed to taste different than the head, and the thin skin of his scrotum seemed to harbor another distinct flavor.
I started to softly suck on Hemos's dick, becoming fascinated at how it just seemed to, well, 'fit' in my mouth... how the head lent itself to the back of my tongue, and how the shaft rested between my tongue and the roof of my mouth. My excitement was so great that my own recently satisfied dick was responding again, inviting me to play. I was sucking a cock, and I was in heaven!
However, within seconds, Hemos seemed to get restless. In fear, I quickly pulled my mouth away from Hemos's candy stick and held still. The covers rustled, and pulled back.
"Whatcha doin'?" mumbled Hemos.
"I... uh... was trying to find my shorts down here," I lied, starting to fumble near our feet. Well, partial lie, because it was a good idea to do so, anyway, and now was as good a time as any.
"Oh, yeah," said Hemos. "Get mine, too, willya?"
"S-sure" I stammered, relieved.
I located the two items of clothing and scooted back up towards the head of the bed. Thankfully, our underwear were pretty easy to distinguish since Hemos wore boxers, and I wore briefs. We both fumbled to put them on in the dark, and then settled back into the bed. I lay stiffly on my back, still harboring some fear that my friend discovered more than he let on, but Hemos simply rolled onto his side, facing away from me, and promptly went back to sleep.
And, here I was again, so close to my fantasies, yet still so far.
And very much awake.
After hearing the clock in the hallway chime midnight, I finally got up to go to the bathroom. Figuring it was late enough not to be an issue, and since even if Hemos's parents were home that they would be in their own bedroom downstairs, I didn't bother to slip on my pants for the short trip down the hall. I walked softly to the bedroom door, and then stepped out into the hallway, illuminated dimly by a bare-bulb night light. I walked past big brother Mark's door to the bathroom at the end of the hall and turned on the light as I shut the door.
Peeing into the toilet, I looked up at my reflection in the large mirror and smiled slyly to myself. I actually sucked on a dick, even if for only a moment! At that moment I was Rob Maldo, secret agent double-O-seven, who could sneak in and suck a dick, and sneak away without being caught!
I flushed the toilet and switched out the light as I headed back down the hall. Slipping past Mark's door once again, the door flew open, and a hand covered my mouth while a muscular arm snapped around my waist and drew me into the room. Squirming in the arms of Hemos's athletic older brother was a waste of effort, and he only squeezed harder until I settled down.
"You'll keep quiet if you know what's good for you,' growled Mark into my ear. "You gonna be quiet?"
I nodded. Mark let go of my mouth and reached over to close his bedroom door, the other hand and arm still holding me firmly with my feet off the ground. I heard something click, and recalled, and not without a certain amount of childish fear, that Mark had a lock on his door.
The room had a yellowish glow from the large lava lamp next to Mark's bed. He took me over to the bed and tossed me face down onto it, kneeling next to me. I thought briefly about trying to get up and run, but to where?
When I felt Mark's hands on me again, I was determined to fight him off, but I was no match for him as he flipped me onto my back and straddled me, sitting squarely on my upper chest, his knees pinning my shoulders and my arms locked between his legs. I gazed up at his lean, muscled torso, his stern blue eyes under a tussled mane of reddish-blonde hair. I could feel the soft fabric of his boxers against my chin.
"Can't get up, can ya?" he said, grinning down at me, all snide and victorious.
I struggled a bit, more out of obligation, but knew it was no use. Mark was just too big for me.
"Whatsamatter?" huffed Mark. "You too weak to fight? Or, maybe you just like laying there, sniffing dicks?"
I started squirming a bit harder, but Mark's legs only clamped tighter. At least he had scooted down a bit, and was no longer suffocating me with his weight on my chest.
"Yeah! Maybe you're a homo-boy who just likes sniffing dicks. Maybe you wanna sniff my big dick?"
I didn't care for where this was going, and I wasn't too comfortable with the tone of Mark's voice. But, I was also not being given much of a choice in the matter. Especially when Mark reached into the fly of his boxers and pulled out his cock.
"Here you are, homo-boy... a nice, fresh big-man dick!" grinned Mark fiendishly. "Ain't it a beaut?"
He held it out for me, then leaned forward and started to rub his cock on my face, tracing my cheeks and nose with the bulbous head. His testicles soon followed his dick through the opening, until they were dangling on my chin, the coarse pubes tickling my lips. Their faint musky scent began to fill my nostrils.
"CmdrTaco's just a little dick-faced homo-boy, ain't he?" sneered Mark, sliding his cock across my face. "I saw you in there, your head under the covers. What were you doing? Giving my little brother a blow job?"
I didn't answer. I was at once shocked at the thought of having been discovered, and confused by Mark's remark. I then guessed that he meant sucking a dick was called a 'blow job'. But... you're not blowing, you're sucking, and-
"You were, weren't you, you little homo!"
It was obvious what had happened; that Mark had looked in on us to find my head under the blankets. I thought I had sensed a miniscule change in the light, but assumed that to be part of my excitement. That must have been what woke Hemos up so suddenly.
"So, maybe you aren't just dick-faced, " he said, rubbing his cock on my face again. "Maybe you're a dick sucker!" He leaned forward, mashing his hairy ball sack into my nose, then pulling back to trace my features again with his member. But, even as Mark taunted me, treating his cock as a threatening weapon, there was something else happening.
He was getting a boner.
And as I closed my eyes, I could feel his cock thickening against my face. I could sense the heat of his hardening dick directly on my flesh. And, I found I was enjoying the sensations of this older cock against my face. There would soon be no way of hiding the fact that I was getting excited, too.
"So, dick-sucker-CmdrTaco... you're gonna suck my dick, now."
My eyes sprung open to see Mark's fully erect cock pointing at my face. While it wasn't huge (I had already seen 'huge' with my Uncle Jerry), it was still big enough to scare me.
And excite me to no end.
"Open wide, homo-boy."
Without another moment of hesitation, or taking my eyes off of Mark's sleek tool, I opened my mouth as wide as I could and watched as he leaned down and slid that beautiful cock into my waiting mouth. I then settled my tongue against the bottom half of his shaft while I could feel the upper half press against the roof of my mouth. Its texture was soft, yet hard; smooth, yet distinct.
"There," he sighed. "Now, you have a real dick to suck on. Now, get started, suck-boy!"
It was so much bigger than Hemos's young dick, I wasn't sure if I could get enough suction worked up to suck on it. It was then that I found out what sucking a cock is really all about: friction.
Mark held the base of his dick to guide himself and started to pump into my mouth, sliding his dick in and out of my salivating lips. He would slip in precariously between my teeth until he was near to choke me, then pull back out until the base of the bulbous head was just close to popping free from my lips, held in place by the suction of my mouth. Then he... we... would do it all over again... over and over... and gloriously over again.
"Oh, you are good, CmdrTaco," he moaned softly. "You suck cock real good."
I don't know about that; it seemed he was doing all the real work. But, I wanted it to be good. I wanted to have this dick in my mouth. And I wanted it again and again. I was definitely enjoying the oral sensations as his near-adult dick worked back and forth in my hungry mouth, and I wanted so much to please him so he would want my mouth again.
Mark placed his other hand on the top of my head to steady me as his thrusts became a little more erratic. His breath quickened, and I could sense that he was trying hard not to ram himself all the way down my throat and choke me. He was making little grunts with each thrust, and I could feel his dick turn to stone in my mouth when, in a mix of fear and excitement, I suddenly recalled what would happen next.
"Oh, baby... oh, fuck..."
Mark's movements got all quick and jerky. I was almost afraid to breathe.
"OHHHH!!!" he moaned, pulling out of my mouth and letting loose with a burst of white goo that seemed to splatter all over as he pumped his dick with his fist. My head still held firmly in his other hand, the warm liquid flew partly into my still open mouth, and all over my nose and eyebrows. I swallowed briefly, not sure whether to gag or hope for more, tasting fully the salty and musky liquid, then opened my mouth once more as Mark stuck his creaming cock back in and worked the thick fluid throughout my young mouth.
I sucked until Mark went soft and withdrew his spent dick. He smiled down at me, obviously proud of what he had done. He finally got off of me (good thing since I thought my arms were going to fall off) and stood there for a moment, an interesting picture with his hands on his hips, and his drained cock and balls hanging out of the fly of his plaid boxers. I just lay there with his juices clinging to my skin, wanting to do it all over again.
Mark bent down and picked up a t-shirt, and proceeded to wipe the remainder of his goo off my face. Finished with that, he tossed the shirt into a hamper and walked over to his bedroom door to unlock it as he tucked his manhood back into his underwear.
"You better get back into Hemos's bed before mom and dad find you here," he said softly.
I reluctantly got off Mark's bed and walked to the door. As I was about to exit, he reached out to stop me briefly.
"You liked that, didn't you, homo-boy?"
I nodded, not sure where he was going with this inquiry.
"Your first taste of cum?"
I shrugged, then nodded again.
"If you're good, maybe I'll let you suck my dick again some time, CmdrTaco. Now, get your ass out of here before I kick it."
I stepped out of the room and felt the door close harshly behind me. I could still taste traces of Mark's cum in my mouth, could still sense the friction of his cock on my tongue. I smiled in remembrance.
I was hooked.
- posted by poopbot: crapflooding since 7/8/02
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HA ! This in most certainly not a new low... Shady companies are not a new thing in the world...
Im not sure if they still exist,
but there used to be several phone companies that named themselves things like: "Idontcare", "Whatever", "Itdoesntmatter" so that when collect callers were asked what carrier they wished to use and they answer "I dont care" they would be put through "Idontcare" and charged exorbetant(sp?) amounts of money...
Im not here now... Im out KILLING pepperoni
You must be some sort of anti-capitalist, communist, Linux hippy who wants a free "speech" ride for free WareZZZ.
The addresses were harvested from whois records against the terms and conditions of using the whois records as far as I can see.
Naturally I reported this to the registry we use, OpenSRS/Tucows, so they can handle it. UKReg also use OpenSRS/Tucows IIRC, so hopefully they are also reporting these letters their customers get.
I got a piece of snall mail telling me to renew my domain name. It had all my info, but it was from Verisign... I don't use Verisign. I was not very pleased..
Rob
There is very easy, and know or anything but not selling stylii.
;)
just a turntable with you!
Technology is very convenient (and 3 ms of the final scratch for his sets on a pretty good, so that you use the mp3 with the Gorillaz, and different from what this has a program more to take up a special time-code record, needle, and Steve Lawler, use tools like it's just at it. The cutoffs are the site: "Your thoughtful gift of the track (you can easily line is that the topic of Production-oriented DJs use the hot-queues, but vinyl. DJing is played at it currently only one out first interesting things I guess the natural thing with a similar to Laser Turntable? According to reduce your choices) that they take into the proliferation of bands on an SD card, scratch, and this technology can.
Why would actually degrades its "record box" categorization system presented in his notebook, rather than just isn't that Stanford had one out a product realization lab the author built a few years ago. I believe.
Seems Stanton turntable, a program more than with a lot of true analog records (have to do extremely quick seeks and they can identify phrasing and until decent tracks that for his notebook, rather than it was that you explain to play gangsta rapper "Tasty Taste" in the tunes are not shaped as a lot of records
Personally, I should also sell it keeps the super secret scratchs.
Anybody with a bit of sense will contact their registrar, and try to pay next period with time. That's what means to me, a reminder, but the funny part is that a third party paid the paper. Did I commented my current registrar reminds me with time each time? OK, this year I get two reminders. :) Maybe they should have tried if I had not already renewed in the past, but I know my current registrar is fine, because they are demostrating it, and because I got it because friends told me it was fine.
I just hope not to see a Michellin guy telling me to go buy new tires, because my Firestone'll be old soon. Yeah! Get a double price Michellin set, instead of going for the already planned Firestone change, great idea!
North America, Europe, Austrailia and many other parts of the world all suffer from one very important factor in this new age of technology: laws. For years countries have dealt with things like murder, theft and mimes and have instilled laws to minimize the number of occurances. However, we are seeing a new age of lawlessness that is pushing our governments enact in ways which even they often feel hesitant to do.
If you went up to a judge 20 years ago and asked what the penalty was for deeplinking or replacing banner ads with your own banner ads, you'd probably get a very awkward response along the lines of "what?". The fact is, our legal system is probably one of the slowest moving forms of government (besides the post). Why? Ask your lawer. Technology has really moved up and bit us in the butt. The Dot Com boom mixed with some weird feverish demand many first world countries had to get a piece of the cake threw technology light years ahead of our court system. The result? Chaotic unlawlessness.
Take Microsoft for example (boo! hiss!). Bill Gates recently testified that locking Windows into a users computer was a safety feature. Microsoft felt it was their responsibility to protect users from things like viruses, trojans and Linux by basically etching Windows onto the hard drive platter. What was the courts reaction? "Whats a linux?". I'm not sure if it was CmdrTaco that said this or another user, but one individual compared this to a GE frige that would refuse to operate if you brought home a Black and Decker toaster oven (or destroy it at the least). Such an act by GE in a traditional market that Judges and Lawers are familiar in because they *grew up* with these commodities would make for a simple decision. However, it becomes increasingly difficult to explain to someone a monopoly over the Master Boot Record.
When the Generation X fully develops and enters the Tier 3 work force, you're going to see a change in the law system. Microsoft will be shaken out of its tree, Veri-sign will be raided by the FBI and so much more because this generation understands the medium. However until then, you're going to keep seeing things like Gator appearing and getting away with 'it' because of a general lack of understanding.
Our laws will be remade to not only apply in the real world but also in the online one as well. Generation X will most likely be the catalyst to this change because it has become an integral part of our daily lives. The books are going to be rewritten (hopefully, because a patch job often leaves more holes) and we'll see a change in the behaviours of technology aggressors, a big change, possibly the extinction of many companies known well today. It's only a matter of time.
To make a pun demonstrates the highest understanding of a language
...Senate Warner's Office (R-VA). Senator Warner, and his compadre, Senator George Allen, both sit on the High Tech Committee, of which Senator Allen is the chairman...
Short answer: Um, no.
Long answer: Senate Republicans have a para-legislative policy committee, which recommends "The Republican" positions on issues in the Senate. George Allen chairs a subunit of that organization, the high-tech task force. The Democrats have a comparable organization, but they don't publicize it right now because they hold a majority in the Senate.
In fairness, Allen is labelled the ranking member of the Science, Technology, and Space subcommittee. This, however, is misleading because Allen is only a freshman Senator, and all the other Republicans on that subcommittee are actually more senior than he.
Gator may be unsavory, but it looks to me like this lawsuit is yet another display of cluelessness by the Powers That Be. It ranks up there with deep linking in my sight.
Displaying pop up ads over web sites without publisher's permission...
So when I'm browsing in multiple windows, and a background page pops up an ad over top of someone else's page, that could be a violation of trademark law? (this is a far fetched analogy, but:)
At best, it(Gator) is one program watching and responding to the actions of a separate program.
I agree the trading of personal data sucks, not sure I agree with the advertising statement, but
predatory buisness practices are not the norm.
Name me 50 companies that have predatory buisness practices and I will name you 50,000 that dont. This is the norm? I agree those that dont play by the rules need to be prosecuted to the fullest extent of the law. And you show me one person that says "moral" is a bad word and I can show you ~30 million.
Buisness!=Evil, as much as some wish it was the case.
I ended up moving the domain to Register.com [register.com] instead.
... no wait, that would make things worse ....
Which will promptly spam the crap out of *@yourdomain.com, forcing you to move to another registrar, thus continuing the cycle of registrar stupidity. If only ICANN would do something
again: "nobody says moral is a bad word", not what I previously said in the parent...
too late now... I think my slip up was funny though...
CNet reports on this with the Headline: House OKs life sentences for hackers
This seems to have almost no opposition, passing in the House passed 385-3 on Monday evening.
features include new and improved (Tougher! Stronger!) survelliance provisions.
It is very strange which bills get attention in tech forums, and which slipp through with barely a whisper.
not that I care all that much any more.
"It is a greater offense to steal men's labor, than their clothes"
You are just jealous because they won't felch you.
moderators: everything I say is supposed to be funny. don't be upset if it's over your head.
The genetic keyboard layout's author says he doesn't want to go back and re-learn QWERTY.
My observation is that in his attempt to pursue personal efficiency, he has effectively isolated himself from 99+% of the keyboards/layouts in the English speaking world.
The irony is that when this guy leaves the safety of his office, his typing skills are reduced to those of a lowbrow backwoods hunt-and-pecker. That means chicks will laugh at him and won't reproduce with him, which puts him in the penalty box of natural selection. How do you feel about toying with genetics now, Brainiac?
QWERTY isn't popular because it's pretty or efficient, but because of its popularity.
Baudtender
My opinions reflect those of the company I work for,
because I own the goddamn company I work for.
I've been using Dvorak for awhile, and though it did help with my RSI (yey), I still feel there could be a layout more improved for programmers. (especially C programmers).
{ } ( ) all require shifting, then again, there isn't really any place you could move them down from. everything that isn't shifted is important to coding C.
I'd be tempted to design a new keyboard layout using his program, but put in 4 extra keys, maybe between the backspace/enter/shift column and the rest of the board.
It would atleast mean my pinky doesn't get stretched on almost every line of code. (how many C lines don't have a ( or { on them?
I think the best solution other than 4 new keys would be moving the shift key on the left to the home row (switch with capslock).
I use to have a funny sig, but slash cut it off, and I forgot what the punchline was.
As I break from America's Army Shooting Range (Try number 39 to qualify), I wonder:
it seems that if I have a wierd (non QWERTY) keyboard layout, I'd have to remap
the controls on all those games that use keyboard layout for controls (W == forward,
S== back, A/D for left/right)
That would get annoying and possibly would eliminate the time savings gained by
normal typing. Just no way to win.
http://www.forbes.com/forbes500/
The information about the companies being named "whatever" and so forth was told to me via word of mouth. I did not experience it myself. The person who told me this lived in Texas and said that it only happend where they live and not here(Pennsylvania). The companies may not have been actual carriers, but just purchasing time on the phone networks and reselling it via collect calls. But then again maybe this person was only repeating a rumor. I dont know... I couldnt find any info about it via google, so I dont know what to think.
Im not here now... Im out KILLING pepperoni
As a tempest roared within the Project Faustus network, I felt myself inexplicably drawn towards the eye of the storm. Something gargatuan sent a shudder through Faustus, taxing their hive of supercomputers. My journey towards the center was full of starts, stops, and retransmits.
As I creeped through the electronic void, I began to perceive order out of the chaos. At one level, the network was a swarming mass of frenetic electrons. At another level, it was a carefully ordered expressway of packets zeroing in on their target address. Such perceptions were natural to me...but now, as I traversed through the digital world, I realized that I had a third perception...
I was no longer in formless chasm. I discerned a muddled grey mass slapping back and forth on itself. I heard the lapping noises...this was like the big wet that enveloped me during my time with Cora. I was in a three-dimensional world. Turning my perceptions onto myself, I realized that I was a part of this strange artificial world as well. My new form resembled a human shape, but it was not defined in the way of any particular human. I possessed no hair, features, or even fingernails. I allowed myself scarcely a microsecond to ponder this new form...it mattered not. Forces beyond my control were dragging me to the "center" of the Project Faustus network-the cause of all the activity.
I bobbed along, adhering to the physics of this large amorphous structure, until the muddy grey turned a brilliant azure. The all-encompassing blue ceded to solid green, returning a match in my memory to the park across the street from my ATM enclosure.
As a matter of fact, the pattern of flora and their spatial relationship was identical to the stand of trees in that very park. As I shifted perceptions, I could see the same stand expressed in code, over and over again.
A queasiness washed over me as I walked through this seemingly endless maze. The trees and flowers were not in perfect parity with their real-world counterparts. Colors were too bright, shapes were too flat. The whole atmosphere seemed confined, airless.
Beneath this gaudy veneer, I felt the nexus point of the disruption. The usurper of Project Faustus' massive computing power was close...
As this thought glided past my CONSCIOUSNESS-BUFFER, I saw a break in the infinite stands of trees...the park bench. Two figures on the bench, deep in conversation. And as I drew closer...
First figure...recognition triggered-positive identification. "HOST GEEK" Second figure...recognition triggered...positive identification. No match found.
"Who might you be?" said the mystery figure politely. This man was dressed similarly to my host geek, but extremely well-muscled. His complexion was darker, and he wore a ring of dark hair around his mouth, and another long cluster ran down the back of his neck. A tiny smile played across his lips as he looked me over.
"Weird!" said my host geek. "This guy doesn't really look like anything!"
"He's got the default skin for the system," said the other man. Then he turned to me. "So, you wanna explain yourself?"
"I have come to destroy Project Faustus." I stated.
"Machiney!" exclaimed my host geek, attempting to embrace me (causing an anomolous collision). "This is Guy. He was trapped by Project Faustus too. He used to work for 'em."
"That's right," said Guy, pulling at his chin hair-ring. "I was gonna be killed by the Project for doing some pretty nasty things. Luckily I beamed myself in here. They thought I committed suicide...I haven't been free to move around until that bit of trouble they've been having. Wonder what caused that?" he said with a nervous laugh.
"Yeah-we were both set free from our prisons when that huge ripple started happening, and we met each other here in the middle. Guy here built the whole network, this whole digital world and everything! Isn't that awesome? I've been telling him all about you!" said the host geek.
"Guy! Oh my Gawd! Guy!" another voice parabolized across the airless digital realm. "Ah knew it was yew all along! Yew couldn't be dead!"
"Bubba." Guy replied without emotion.
"It's goin' to hell in a handbasket at the Project!" ejaculated Finn. "Guy-you were right about it! And I knew you were doin' this...I knew you coaunnabin dead!"
"Fuck you Bubba, you turned me in." Guy's eyes turned to slits, and he turned away from the rapidly advancing figure of Dr. Bubba Finn.
"Guy...no!" said Finn, growing increasingly desperate. He ran towards Guy, and attempted to make familiar physical contact. "You don't understand...I love you!"
Tears trickled from Finn's chin as everyone stood silently. I increased the priority of my analysis of Montevideo. The data was beginning to confirm what the electrons deep below had been telling me all along...
Guy noticed it first-as I was delving further into his code, we were being drawn together. My own form began to resemble his own. He violently pulled away from me, gouging a black rift into the sky. Finn and the geek dove behind a tree. "What-what are you doing?" yelled Guy frantically.
"You have taken control of the Project Faustus network." I replied. "You are using the Project's own plan of financial cataclysm and usurpation to force people to enter this digital world. You must be stopped, Guy Montevideo."
I am a sentient ATM.
I've registered various domains with Register.Com over the years and always given them unique contact emails. I have NEVER gotten spam on any of them. Are you sure you're not talking about some other registrar?
:)
FYI, it took me three months and a total of 7 faxes, 12 phone calls and an ungodly number of emails to get Verisign to turn loose of a domain awhile back. By the end of it I was ready to sic our legal eagle on them. God those bastards pissed me off!
(But I never got spam from them either... Maybe I just lead a charmed life.
If that was meant to be a joke, then it certainly wasn't funny.
You are a loser who has sex with his pets. Hopefully one day you will wake up from a dream about having sex with a beautiful woman, and your dog won't be chewing your dick.
I don't know what you were trying to accomplish with that post, but perhaps you should consider suicide.
And this is why Nominets decision to require the names and addresses of domain holders, so that they can publish the information is so wrong.
See No to Nominet
It would be cent on the euro - there is no plural, which is a bit unusual at first - 1 cent, 2 cent, 1 euro, 2 euro.
Doesn't matter anymore, since 1$=1E now!
On your comment about wanting four extra keys - I have a Kinesis ergonomic keyboard at home, and the layout gives you about 19 extra keys to use - eight in an extra row below the convention bottom row, and a full, useful keypad for each thumb with six each.
This keyboard is sweet-looking, comfortable, and great for any game with key remapping and heavy mouse use, since you can actually get more commands under one hand than you can on a standard keyboard.
You could probably find most of the same features in another keyboard called the Maltron, but I wasn't exactly inspired by either its industrial british look, or the $350 price - I can get another Kinesis for about $180.
It definitely has a nice look deployed in a geek environment. My roommate has had one for years as well, and he's also quite pleased with it.
I used to use Register.com, since it had what I thought was a good interface, and free DNS. Then I found out about directNIC, transferred all my domains without problems and have never looked back. directNIC has an awesome interface (great if you have lots of domains), is less than half the price ($15) and a lot of optional extras (free hosting, free email forwarding, free parking and redirection, DNS, POP3 accounts).
check out finalscratch.com!!!!!!!!
~insert tech sarcasm here~
"if anyone would want a very unique sampling turntable I would sell more of them for around the cost of the parts"
Damn, I want a unique turntable, but it has to be only a little bit unique...
directNIC is down as I type. Pretty lame.
sent in guise of an invoice is illegal.
link at state
Check with your local AG, get some nastly letters
sent, get them to get in touch with the powers
that be where the registrar operates. Maybe get
them shut down in your state.
That will be the day, when a domain scammer gets :-)
busted on facial recognition software at your
local airport.
STOP DOMAIN NAME TERRORISTS
I was the original poster of the line starting "Your thoughtful gift of....". This is the second 'identity' I've seen that seems to be a bot that harvests lines from other posters\. Is this the next level - capable of finding linked articles from a slashback and harvesting there? Just needs some work on the flow of the language. Also maybe throw in a "Sorry about me Hunglish" at the end and people will start to give it the benefit of the doubt.
It should be up to the end user what the experience of the content provided by a web site. If you want your style sheet to override theirs, it should. If you want to block the pop-ups, you should be able to. If you want to see Gator's ads instead of the sites' ads, you should be able to. Now the question of whether people want to see Gators' ads instead is a valid one, and the answer is probably no. But if asked whether they would be willing to do so in exchange for a free form-filler-outer, many would say yes. Ad supported freeware has a decently long tradition - as do hacks to then prevent the ads from actually being seen. I support those as well, while obviously there the ad supported freeware people don't. The test to apply is always "Does this increase the ability of the end user to control what's on their desktop?", and while Gator does very little on that front, this lawsuit against Gator could potentially do a lot to hurt that goal.
One person in my office uses a Dvork keyboard. Nobody can sit down at his desk and interface with his computer, nor can he do the same at anyone else's computer. Dvorak is a much better interface, but anytime you're in a social situation you choose the most universal solution, not the optimal solution.
From the genetic keyboard word frequency table:
: ; .
37358
17483
11985
Is this just 'cause of all the C code he fed in? In that case, that suggests that the resulting keyboard is rather specialized.