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Perens Pushes "Sincere Choice" for Software
jalefkowit writes "Looks like Bruce Perens has found something to keep him occupied, now that he's parted ways with HP: the Register is covering his launch of a new political platform, "Sincere Choice", which he wrote to clarify the distinctions between the values of the open-source community and the Microsoft-funded Institute for Software Choice. Sincere Choice addresses several issues in critical to open software, including interoperability, competition by merit, open standards, and copyright."
I read the founding principles, everything sounded all warm and fuzzy.
I clicked a link on the DHTML menu bar, to view the members of this new effort.
My menu disappeared...
MY advice Bruce, is this: if you want to provide open competition and all that, do not write your website in IE code!
When faced with a problem, many web developers say "I know, I'll use JavaScript!".
Now they have two problems.
Why should MS have to change? It is after all their product, and they know that even with shitty proprietary standards, they can still dominate the market, so why should they open up those standards and let all the *nix people in? Personally, I like the idea of open standards. But, keep in mind, if someone wrote a proprietary *nix file format and it ended up being widely used, MS is going to come saying "Oh, that should be an open standard, give it to us!". Now, since everyone wants MS's monopoly to die, they would more than likely say 'no'. Same thing, shoe is just on the other foot.
No, I'm not on MS's payroll.
Can all fish swim?
Here's the problem:
<meta name="generator" content="Microsoft FrontPage 5.0">
Please take a one way ticket to Saudi Arabia.
Thank you and have a marijuna inspired week,
Woot.
Now is your chance to really know me. I'm going to let you in on my personal life, and the secret of how Jamie, Rob, Jeff, and I all "came" together.
I remember that autumn day so well. It was in our dorm room at Hope College, in Holland, Michigan. Jamie stood there by the bathroom sink, totally naked and shaving his face. He didn't recoil when I went into the bathroom which we also shared with Rob and Jeff--the guys next door.
Jamie and I had been roommates for almost three months now and gotten used to seeing each other strip down, dress, and even "hard".
"Hey, Michael" he said.
I had gotten the chance to look Jamie over a few times. But for some reason that evening I just stood there looking at his scraggly unkempt hair, his bare back, his flabby back muscles flowing down into the lumpy mounds of cellulite which composed his saggy buttocks and thick thighs.
Despite his flab, the sexy swastika tattoo on Jamie's right butt cheek gave him an air of hunky manliness.
"Oh I'm sorry, Jamie" I said without him saying anything despite the fact I had been standing there looking at him.
"I was just ..." he turned and smiled through the shaving cream. "it's OK ... I look at you too, Michael" he said.
I didn't know what to say then. I just moved next to him at the sink and stripped off my shirt to wash.
"Got a hot night tonight, Michael?" he asked.
"Naw just thought I'd go for a swim and pizza later. How 'bout you, Jamie?"
"You keep swimming, Michael, and that hot ass of yours will be the talk of the dorm" he said as he patted my butt. He left his hand there and stroked one ass-cheek a bit.
"You keep doing that and you won't be going anywhere, Jamie" I said half joking. My cock had already began to turn my boxer shorts into a small tent.
He didn't move his hand at all. In fact his fingers moved under the boxers and he stroked bare skin.
Jamie said, "Shit, Michael, I'm getting you hard".
"Yea you get it too hard and you'll have to find a way to get it down again" I said spreading the shaving cream on my face.
His fingers moved between my ass-cheeks and stroked. It felt good ... and then he suddenly stopped.
"Can't now ... maybe when I get back. Will you still
be up then, Mikey?"
His hand had moved to my tented crotch and he gently felt my boner when he asked.
"Not if you keep doing that, Jamie"
We joked around like that often of course. But that evening his attention was more then the usual goosing or ass grabbing.
I swam hard laps so my effort and the water would make my cock shrink. But my head was full of the memories of his petting as well as his naked body.
I knew that after my pizza and maybe a beer, I'd be in my bed jacking off as many times as I could before he got back to the room.
I was mid-way through my second go round when the door opened. He looked at me and smiled.
"I hoped you'd be waiting, Michael" he said as he stripped off his shirt and jeans. We didn't speak. Jamie moved to my bed and pulled my covers off.
Jamie pushed my hands over my head and to the bed pipe. I held them as he lifted my legs and curled my body over so his fingers, lips and tongue could take total control of my body.
I closed my eyes and swooned as the sensations I had only fantasized about made me shiver and shake. Jamie's fingers stroked the lips of my ass then moved inside to find my prostate and stroked that bringing me to the point of orgasm. The sperm splattered on my face, chest, and stomach.
But he wasn't through and his cock moved into my ass before it could recover and close tight after the orgasm. It hurt and made me beg him to stop. "Shut up Michael. You're my bitch", growled Jamie.
Jamie ignored my pleas as he moved on top and pounded down into me, sliding his thick cock against the walls of my guts ... and turned me slowly into his bitch. My begging for him to
stop became moans and pleas for him to fuck me harder.
I had lost control to his will. He fucked me, turned me over and fucked me some more. Jamie brought me to my hands and knees and fucked me even more, his cock didn't want to stop ... and I didn't want him to stop!
I felt the hands on me as the two guys next door--Rob and Jeff--had moved from the bathroom door where they were watching to join us. He pulled out long enough to allow Rob and Jeff each take their turns.
I was on my back with my legs spread and curled to let each of them move inside. Rob's fingers tortured my nipples, while Jeff abused my cock and balls. My lips encircled their cocks, cocks which wanted to be there.
Jeff, Rob, and Jamie kept using me again and again. Eventually I collapsed in exhausted ecstasy. Somehow I slept, and awoke midday the next day.
Jamie was asleep and our two neighbors--Rob and Jeff--were gone. My ass was sore, but deep inside me I felt a calm peace that I hadn't felt in a very long long time, not since the weekend where as a frosh I was introduced to male on male sex by Timothy, our "dorm daddy". That was the last time I could remember such peace.
Suddenly there was the noise of Jamie jumping from his bed. "You ready, Mikey?" he asked. I turned to see he had gotten out of bed and his cock was rock hard. "We decided to let you rest awhile", Jamie purred. My roommate smiled and then went to the bathroom door. He went inside and returned with the Rob and Jeff. They too still had erections, rock solid erections.
"What the fuh ...", I mumbled to myself.
"It's called Viagra, Michael," said Jamie, "and you are our Viagra bitch". Jeff and Rob stood at attention, casually stroking each others cock. They were like soldiers polishing Viagra hardened gun barrels before battle. They were preparing to jump my bones.
I didn't move away. I wanted to see if it was true what they said about Viagra, and I wanted to find out if it was as wonderful as it was the night before.
All three moved to my bed and resumed to use me again and again until finally I was covered in their sperm. The man-smell of Rob, Jeff, and Jamie, mingled with my own sticky musk. Their cocks, ever hard, kept fucking me until my own body had shot three loads of cum.
It took hours but at the end I was as exhausted, calm, peaceful and satisfied as I had been the night before.
My nickname is now "VB" and you know what that stands for. Several of the guys on our dorm floor knew and when others asked, more found out. Yes, I was, and still am, Michael, the Viagra Bitch.