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The Age Interviews Linux Advocate Rick Moen
An anonymous reader writes "The Age interviews Rick Moen, a software generalist from the Linux community and an advocate for Open Source software." Rick's been a real catalyst for the Linux community over the years, helping organize the LINC Expo, Windows Refund Day, Linux birthday parties, and more. An entertaining read.
No Elephants were hurt in the making of this interview.
The ELEPHANTS hurt the INTERVIEW!
He was in a "HomeBrew Computer Club". I'd love to have a similar thing at my school, but I just don't have time with the principal blackmailing me and all those useless classes like "English" that I'm stuck with next semester. That and in TN so many of my classmates are stupid that we only have one person of any intelligent interest. I hereby declare my server the new stomping grounds for the Jeffferson County High School Computer Club of Tennessee.
Oh well; guess I won't get an interview for a while.
You can't judge a book by the way it wears its hair.
Please add to it as needed:
1) Mention the words "open source."
2) Mention the words "linux advocate."
3) Mention the word "micro$oft". Note that spelling (but not necessarily capitalization) will count in this, and only this, case.
4) Mention Linus' full name. The first name alone may not get your article accepted.
5) Mention how you only boot to Windows when you NEED to. Usually mentioning it in the context of a video game (like Diablo) helps. Mentioning that you buy games from Loki whenever it's possible will help you big time.
6) Use the word "anime."
7) Do not use the phrase "in soviet russia."
8) Do not use the words "Junis" or "Jon Katz."
9) Drop the name of a lesser known Linux distro.
10) Use the phrase "software generalist" or any other newly invented buzzword.
I'll grant you most of the rest of it :-)
windowsrefund.net
I'm participating, tell your friends.
- tristan
THE CLOCK
Frank often suspected his wife was masturbating in the shower; she was
just TOO happy sometimes, while drying off and getting her clothes on.
Well, after today he'd know for sure. He had bought a specially rigged
clock at one of those spy stores. There was a tiny hole with a tiny
camera hidden in the clock, and it recorded onto a super 8 tape. You
also had the option of running a wire from the back of the clock to
your vcr input so you could tape it on a regular tape and/or view it
on your television.
It was Saturday and his wife was out at her exercise class. He knew
she would come home wanting a shower, so he worked fast to do what he
wanted to do. He disassembled the clock so that he could take out the
camera/recording assembly. Then he popped out the tiny lens.
He then opened the back of the shower clock/radio that they already
had, and moved around the innards until he could make the new parts
fit. He didn't worry about the super 8 tape recorder, just the camera
part with the outgoing wire. He drilled a small hole in the front of
the clock radio and popped in the lens. It was so small that it was
hardly noticable. Then he closed up the back and pulled the wire
through the small hole he drilled in the back.
After lining up the clock radio in it's holder on the wall of the
shower, he drilled a small hole in the wall and put the wire through.
He put some silicone around the wire & hole and slid the clock into
it's old place in the holder - it looked as if it had never been
disturbed. Then he walked out of the bathroom and into the living
room, where the entertainment center just happened to back up against
the wall that the room shared with the bathroom. He drilled a small
hole and pulled the wire through from the clock/radio in the shower,
out through the living room wall and plugged it into the "input" on
the vcr.
He turned on the tv, hit the tv/vcr button, and voila, a nice clear,
though black & white, view of the shower. He should be able to see
from her shoulders to her knees the whole time she was in there, but
would not be able to hear anything.
He hit the tv/vcr switch just in time to hear her car driving up the
driveway and put it on a baseball game.
"Hi, sweetie," he said, seemingly absentmindely, never taking his eyes
off the game.
"Hi, hon, I'm gonna take a shower."
He heard her drop her gym bag in their bedroom and kick off her shoes.
Then she went into the bathroom and he heard the water go on while she
undressed. He waited until he heard the opera music coming out of the
clock radio over the sound of the water; then he knew it was safe.
He clicked the tv/vcr button and there was his wife, gorgeous as ever.
Her giant 38D's just inches from the lens. She ran her hands over her
body as the water pourded over her. She turned around and he saw her
hair cascade over her shoulders as she leaned her head back to let the
water saturate her thick, dark hair.
Then she turned back around and raised her breasts up with cupped
hands, letting the water wash over the underside of her massive
breasts. It was fascinating watching his wife perform the mundane task
of showering, simply because she didn't know she was being watched.
There was no pretension or self-consciousness.
She washed her face and her hair and then applied conditioner. Then
she poured some body wash onto a pouf and began lathering up her skin.
Her skin was so smooth and beautiful, and her body tight & firm from
exercise.
She lathered up her arms and legs, and then began on her back and
chest. She lingered over her chest, this is what got Frank's attention
again. He watched her move the pouf in big circles over each of her
breasts, and then in increasingly smaller circles over her nipples.
She ran the pouf under her breasts and over her flat tummy. She moved
it in lazy circles, sometimes reaching all the way down to her mound.
Soon she was back up at her nipples again, soaping them up as the
water rinsed the lather away, over and over. Her nipples were getting
harder and soon she had moved the pouf down to her crotch. She
scrubbed her pussy with the pouf and then reached behind her to wash
her backside.
After rinsing off the pouf, Frank saw her lift the hand-held shower
massage off it's holder and move it all over her body, rinsing her
hair, her skin, under her breasts, and between her buttocks. Then came
the good part.
She stepped back a little, put one foot up on the ledge of the tub,
and moved the shower massage to her lathered up pussy. She held the
lips of her pussy apart while she rinsed the soap off. She moved the
shower head back and forth and back and forth just inches from her
clit.
When it was all rinsed, she switched the shower head to the "pulse"
option and all but pressed it to her clit. Frank almost had a heart
attack when he saw this! He thought he was going to see some finger
action and here she was practically humping the shower head!
It was so exciting to see how she pleasured herself when she thought
no one was watching. Frank leaned back in his recliner, put his feet
up and pulled his hard cock out and started yanking. He watched his
wife's hips moving back and forth against the pulsing stream of water
and her hand squeezing first one huge tit and then the other, pinching
the nipples and pulling.
It wasn't long before they both came; by the motions of her body he
could tell that she was coming so hard that she HAD to be making
noise. So THAT'S why she cranks up the opera in the shower! He came
hard too, shooting his cum up into the air and it landed on his
stomach.
He put his cock back in his pants and lay in the chair, exhausted,
while he watched his wife rinse her pussy and then wash her feet. He
saw her reach towards the clock and thought she might suspect
something, then he realized she was just turning off the radio, as he
heard the opera go off.
He switched back to his game and watched, uninterested, as he heard
his wife drying off, getting dressed and humming happily to herself.
THE END