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Projecting Sound 'Inside Your Head'
Gregus writes "Projecting 'hypersonic sound' has appeared here before, but NY Times Magazine (FRRYYY) has an in-depth article with its lauded inventor and its applications. John Anderton, you could use a Guinness right now." Plus this story includes screwing with Mall Walkers!
It's good to know that I'm not crazy and someone has been telling me to start those fires...
Yea, great, mucic for the voices i my head to sing along with. Quite badly I might add.
Eve Fairbanks says I drive a hybrid!LOL
its not a dupe, its an echo ;)
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Ok this is a new low for the NY Times, using pr0n to attract readers. I mean, how horny do you think we are?
You fool! Don't spill the beans! I have enough problems with popup ads already!
"transmitting" sound to other people? Sounds like a copyright circumvention device to me.
Till some artist thinks its funny and puts a recording of fingernails on a chalkboard on their CD... and projects that sound inside your head.
will it make floor-shaking bass sounds when I listen to music in my head too?
Well, if everyone there is being subjected to that kind of nonsense, including cops, how long would it take for them to find the transmitters and tear them apart?
Dyolf Knip
For those that looked at me funny while I was wearing my tin foil hats: Apolgies will be accepted in verbal and written form from 6AM to 11:30PM.
Your apologies will be accompanied the cursory "I told you so"
~Z
Fry: So you're telling me they broadcast commercials into people's dreams?
Leela: Of course.
Fry: But, how is that possible?
Farnsworth: It's very simple. The ad gets into your brain just like this liquid gets into this egg. [He holds up an egg and injects it with liquid. The egg explodes.] Although in reality it's not liquid, but gamma radiation.
Fry: That's awful. It's like brainwashing.
Leela: Didn't you have ads in the 20th century?
Fry: Well sure, but not in our dreams. Only on TV and radio. And in magazines. And movies. And at ball games and on buses and milk cartons and t-shirts and written on the sky. But not in dreams. No siree!
"Sic Semper Tyrannosaurus Rex."
or whatever that game was where you shot at the people using calls such as 'im naked, and i have a pizza..' imagine the hunters expressions after 6 hours in a tent.. :-)
At least the war on the environment is going well
No problem getting chicks now. Just play "Look at that stud, isn't he sexy. You KNOW you want to sleep with him, badly. Don't wait. Take him now!"
"These are not the droids you were looking for."
It seems like all great inventers have started as being considered a "crack pot"
The thing is, crackpots are also considered crackpots. The trick is in telling the difference.
Myself, I play the odds. The crackpots outnumber the geniuses by such an astounding margin, I just assume that anybody who sounds like a crackpot, is.
If this is connected to a set of satalites and beamed down very loud music or just a shrill note, somebody could become very powerful, very fast.
Now, see what I'm talking about? This is exactly the kind of thing that makes you sound like a crackpot.
I write in my journal
Back in high school I used to drive around with friends shining a 2 million candlepower spotlight into bedrooms of people we didn't like, or ringing the doorbell and waiting until they answered the door to blind them. I imagine that I wouldn't have been nearly as bored with a sound "spotlight" to bother people.
chillax137
Now the RIAA can restrict 'collaterial hearing' from your car stereo..
---- Booth was a patriot ----
I'd go get your laptop fixed. Whenever the battery in mine runs out, I still have my headphones. Something is seriouslly wrong with yours.
I don't think earplugs would block it. It sounds like the sound is transmitted using hypersonic frequencies, and only becomes audible once it hits something, like.. your head. From there, bone transmission takes over, and plugging your ears won't do a thing.
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Who's that?
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Where are you? I can't see you.
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Help me!
TTFN
I have a suspicion that the sale of sledge hammers and hand guns will rise shortly after this product debuts. Time to buy hardware store stocks.
No trees were killed in the making of this post; however, many trillions of electrons were horribly inconvenienced.
Bart: Rod! Todd! This is God!
Rod: How did you get in my head?
Bart: Whaddya mean, how did I get in your head? I created the universe! Stupid kid.
Todd: Forgive my brother. We believe you.
Bart: Talk is cheap. Perhaps I'll test a guy's faith. Walk through the wall! I will remove it for you.
Rod: [thud]
Bart: Ha ha ha.
Todd: What do you want from us?
Bart: I got a job for you. Bring forth all the cookies from your kitchen and leave them on the Simpsons' porch.
Rod: But those cookies belong to our parents.
Bart: Ugh! Look, do you want a happy God or a vengeful God?
Todd: Happy God.
Bart: Then quit flapping your lip and make with the cookies!
Todd+Rod: Yes, sir!
Time to bust out those tin foil hats boyz!!1