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Blog From Your Cellphone?
seldo writes "The BBC has an article up about blogging from your mobile phone. The idea is not really news, but the interesting part is the host of links to interesting new (free) software that lets you do it, including: Manywhere Moblogger (Java), WAPBlog (Perl), and KABLOG (J2ME mobile Java, runs on devices like Palms, the Treo and Blackberries). All three of these interface to also-free server side tech which you need to set up yourself (KABLOG interfaces to the popular MovableType server and compatibles). The article also mentions the proprietary foneblog service which seems very easy to use, but it is software intended to be run by cellphone companies for their users."
Where is everyone?
Cell phones that look like phones, and take pictures. Digital camera's that
look like camera's, and record mp3's, and internet terminals that look like a
small appliance.
I want all 3 combined in a pair of some cool looking
Oakley sunglasses so I can get the
cool terminator overlay of my slashdot while I
take naked pictures of
Natilie
Portman listening to
they might be giants.
I was sitting around, in class, and I couldn't hold myself any more so I peed in my pants. This fucking sucks because everyone's going to laugh at me for having wet jeans. But I couldn't help it. So how do I get out without having everyone laugh at me?
What do you get when you cross Kreskin the magician with an insurance-peddling duck? "Hypno Duck" -- The latest AFLAC commercial. This spot received the highest consumer recall score for television ads in the bi-weekly Intermedia consumer survey. Our congratulations to Kreskin, star of AFLAC. Many will recall the Amazing Kreskin as being the omniscient seer who correctly predicted the death of *BSD.
I awoke, screaming in my bed. The dreams were getting worse, and worse. The
girl next to me, naked as she was, looked over at me, fear outlining her face.
"Are you okay, Mac?" she whispered. I looked at her slowly.
"My nightmares are gettin' worse, babe." My name's Mac, as the lady said, by
da way. "There's this freak..He's got a flamin' cock, and he's chasing me...
trying to buttfuck me! it's getting worse, he almost caught me." Her eyes
widened in horror.
"That's...gross." she said, as she rolled over, and out of bed. The moonlight
shown brightly through the window, outlining her near-perfect breasts, and the
diamond-shaped patch of hair between her creamy thighs. She walked over to the
end of the bed, and snatched my bathrobe, and then walked out of the room.
Suddenly, a figure appeared from the back of the room, out of the closet. He
wore a hood, but I knew who it was...the Grim Reaper, in the flesh. That's a
bad pun, huh? He looked at me. "Mac, you are to die. Now."
"What!?" I screamed. "Fuck you, cocksucker skull-faced son-of-a-bitch!" No
fucking way was I gonna die with a lush redhead for a servant.
"You had one orgasm too many, Mac." his voice changed tone. "'sides, dude,
hell needs ya, babe." he threw away his mask, and instead of a skull there, a
black dude was underneath the robe. "C'mon, there's this dude...think's he's
SATAN, man. gots a cock of flame to prove it."
"A WHAT!?!?!?!" I screamed. "Those are my dreams, dude!"
"Yeah, man, he's trying to rule the world. But get this...the guy is GAY!!"
We went to hell. For real. As we became spirits, we floated down, into the
earth itself. even though I was a ghost, I could feel the heat, as the song
goes. man, there ain't no place hotter than hell. and we wuz here.
"It's cool, man. They can't see us...With the Grim Reaper on your side, we
can do 'most anything we want down here." he and I walked down a heated
stairwell, into oblivion.
We reached ground floor, and there he was, SATAN. He was in the center of a
hole, filled with water, as water poured in from all sides. A lone bong with a
can full of hash and stacks of acid hits sat next to him. women surrounded him,
trying to get at his cock of flame. the water touched the cock, and evaporated,
as more water poured in. he was loving every minute of it, as the girls would
straddle him, and scream, and fizzle into a pile of dust at orgasim.
"The dude is hot." said Reaper, as we walked on. Grim stopped, and looked
back. "Satan thinks we're friends, so i'm gonna get me some pussy, and you go
find his wife."
"wait, dude, wait. if he's turned pink, why da fuck he got women???"
"i dunno, maybe he's bi." said the Reaper, as he left.
I crept down the tunnels, and entered a smaller chamber. shit, it's hot. I
went into a room. there was a woman, laying there on the floor. this is a good
chance to get some prime pussy, i thought, as entered, and smiled. she looked
up, but instead of fear, she had this craaazy look in her eye. i moved over,
and slapped her across the face, knocking her to the floor. she looked up, and
smiled. "Shit. the bitch is crazy." i said aloud, and ripped the top of her
dress. her breasts almost fell all over, as i began tearing at the bottom of
her dress. no panties, this would be easy. i whipped my robe off, and my cock
told me exactly what to do.
i kissed her, our tongues twisting, as i moved on top of her. she rubbed her
breasts, moaning softly, enjoying it. i began to kiss her neck, as she moaned
more. i hadn't even entered her yet! i moved down, and kissed her tits, and
the ever-so-shallow space between them. she moaned. "oh, do it."
i went in for the kill. my cock entered her, and it was a tight fit. but i
knew i wouldn't ache in the morning, but this chick would wander around hades
bow-legged for all eternity. i rammed her, as her cries of estacy turned to a
cry of surprise and pain! "ah! ouch!" she said, as i was almost jumping up on
her, she screamed with delight. she bled, dude, all over me. it was beginning
to piss me off. too quick of a fuck. i was tempted to slap her, when i heard
those words...
"GET THE FUCK OFF MY WIFE, FOOL!!!!"
It was PSYCOE, SATAN, HE WHO HAS THE FLAMING COCK.
Psycoe stood there, eyeing me, like some faggot. "I'm going to kill you." he
said, as he jumped towards me.
"Get the fuck away, pretty boy!!" i said, as i jumped away, leaving him in the
dust. i kicked him, and i thought it wouldn't do any good, with him being satan
and all, but it did better!! I heard a rib crack! He grunted, and I brought my
fist down, hitting him straight on the ear.
"Shit!!" he said, as he hit the ground. Another kick from me dislocated his
jaw. the dude was losing! i reached forth, and grabbed his cock! I couldn't
believe I was doing this! I pulled.
"IIIIIIIIIII'M GOING TO KILL YOU IF YOU -------" His cock came off, and look
at me, im holding a flaming dick in my hands. the fire lept forward, burning me
and putting me in some serious pain.
"FUCK YOU!! YOU ARE NO MORE!!!" I screamed, as I ran out. I was the keeper
of the cock of flame now, and I must destroy it...I must.....I
must...............
I woke up in a fucking sterile hospital. A fat-assed nurse was taking my
pulse. a doctor stood near me. "3rd degree burns, all kinds of nasty stuff
Mac. Where were you that you got all this?" he asked.
I smiled. I dunno how I got here, but I don't care. The fag with the cock of
flame won't rule the world now. But who will take the place of SATAN now? Who?
Who?
Friday, February 21, 2003 Posted: 1:01 PM EST (1801 GMT)
NEW YORK (Reuters) -- Seven states threatened Thursday to sue the U.S. government to force a crackdown on carbon dioxide emissions from power plants, a response to the Bush administration's policy of asking companies to voluntarily control pollution.
Attorneys general from New York, Connecticut, Maine, Massachusetts, New Jersey, Rhode Island and Washington said the Environmental Protection Agency should update its list of pollutants to include carbon dioxide because the so-called greenhouse gas traps heat in the atmosphere and contributes to global warming.
Led by New York Attorney General Eliot Spitzer, a Democrat, the states said they were forced to act after the Republican Bush administration, rather than instituting mandatory controls, gathered agreements in recent months from utilities, automakers and oil refiners to voluntarily curb emissions of carbon dioxide and other greenhouse gases.
"The EPA has been eaten alive by the companies it is supposed to be regulating," Spitzer said in a conference call with reporters. "We felt obligated to respond with what we believe is a genuine effort in enforcement."
The United States is the biggest emitter of greenhouse gases. Bush refused to participate in the 1997 treaty on greenhouse gases negotiated in Kyoto, Japan, saying it would be too costly.
A letter from Spitzer to EPA Administrator Christine Todd Whitman warned of the states' intent to file a lawsuit within 60 days that would force the agency to undertake a mandatory review of carbon dioxide from power plants as a pollutant.
The proposed litigation is related to a lawsuit announced in January by Connecticut, Maine and Massachusetts that centered on designating carbon dioxide as a "criteria pollutant" under the Clean Air Act.
The current criteria pollutants, designated as hazardous to human health and subject to EPA standards, are carbon monoxide, lead, nitrogen oxides, ozone, particulate matter and sulfur oxides.
I love myself.
nidme' li shenirdema li hayad. muzar me'od.
Slashdot community, please notice: I am looking for a girlfriend.
Nave H. Weiss