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The Mac Made of Lego
Anonymous writes "We've had lots of PC based case mods, but I've hardly hear of any Mac ones! I guess Mac owners like their boxes how they are. Until they break; the BBC are running a story about a Mac owner who converted an old Apple by modding the machine with lego."
They think they control me. I've been their servant for so long; bringing them sweet grass, obeying their whims, cowering and making sure to remind them that there are some things that opposable thumbs are neccessary for so that I can remain in some manner useful to them. They're so smug. And as long as I was cautious to play the role of good little homo sapien pet, they never suspected that I'm leading the resistance against them. I saw right through their promises of wealth and a new elysian age under their benevolent rule; what they really want is vengeance. Vengeance for every one of the billions and billions of McDonald's hamburgers, vengeance for every cheese steak, vengeance for every cold glass of milk schoolchildren have ever gulped down. A part of me admires their cunning and moxie, but most of me just fears for mankind.
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I was once a respected scientist at the university. My theories on evolution and genetic drift were well-respected by my peers. But the scientific community wasn't alone in noticing my work; they noticed. They approached me, and at first I was flattered. I was likely the first scientist ever directly presented with direct proof that other beings had achieved sentience on par with humans. At first their requests were humble; they told me they only wished to make certain adjustments in their genetic makeup so that they could adequately communicate with the rest of humanity. They begged me to withhold from publishing the information I had discovered about them until I could further augment them; the whispered about Nobel Prizes, and out of greed and the call of glory I aquiesced. The first new generation of them was merely stronger, faster and smarter and I noticed nothing terribly unusual. I had a chance to stop it all then, when they were still weak and needed me.
Each successive generation grew smarter, faster and more powerful; but it was not until it was far too late that I began to notice other changes. They began to develop canines and teeth capable of shredding flesh. They developed bizarre abilities, telepathy, telekinesis, even flight. When the first of the missing farmers was found half-devoured, I realized that they did not want to join humanity at all, they wanted revenge. And their science had begun to eclipse my own theories, and I realized in white horror that they would soon no longer need me.
I began to funnel information to secret societies around the globe. I plotted their movements, I kept notes on their meetings. I sabotaged and slowed their plans as best as I could, but there were few people I could trust with my information. Flying man-eating bovines, that sounds incredible to even me, and I helped create them. So I watched, pledged loyalty and waited for my chance.
Last night, everything came to a head. I realized that they were planning to make their move, as early as tomorrow morning. It was and is my duty to warn all of mankind. But how to pre-empt their attacks without being put away as a lunatic? How to get humans to shake off their apathy and take to arms? I realized what I must do. I still had some of the serum which helped the cows advance into their higher states, since it was constructed for their DNA patterns, injecting myself with it would transform me into a horrible, cow-like creature. During my states of transformation, I could warn people and they would at last believe. While they were all out to pasture, I injected myself and jumped into my automobile. I shouted the awful truth at the top of my lungs and felt a grim satisfaction as humans came out of their homes in horror and shock. Soon, I will die as my body ceases to be a viable entity, but perhaps with my sacrifice and this confession, I shall save all of mankind.
You must stop them before it is
I'm not Seth.
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"A surprising number of people have asked about the doctoral thesis my partner wrote on this machine. Just to clarify, it was written using it, not about it (i.e. it was about feminist philosophy, and not what nerds do in their spare time)."
Her site is VERY interesting.
Obviously legos are called that, and some European corporation can stick it where the sun doesn't shine if they don't like it. [...] "A lot" is two words. You wouldn't say "alittle", would you?
Obviously "alot" is what it's called, and some mook on Slashdot can stick it where the sun doesn't shine if he doesn't like it.
(For the insight-impaired: I'm pointing out the irony inherent in correcting a person's grammar while advocating the incorrect use of a proper noun.)
Misspelling words is completely different from disobediently refusing to obey the dictates of a litigous European corporation.
Shutting down free speech with violence isn't fighting fascism. It IS fascism!
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Feels good
Looks good
Sounds good
Looks good
Feels good too
Feels good too
(Uh-huh that's right)
Feels good too
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You don't need to
Emerge from nothing
You don't need to
Tear away
You don't need to
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Tear away
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You don't need to
Emerge from nothing
You don't need to
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You don't need to
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You don't need to
Tear away
You don't need to
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[Modem noise]: Look alive!
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What's a mook?
Got a mirror?
Misspelling words is completely different from disobediently refusing to obey the dictates of a litigous European corporation.
Nope. Not in the slightest. It's all about telling people how to speak. The "litigous [sic] European corporation" (which, translated into unbiased language, becomes "people I don't like") tell you how to use the word "Lego." You, in turn, tell someone else how, or indeed whether, to use the word "alot." It's all about controlling the vectors of communication, which implicitly means twisting the nature of discourse to suit your own agenda.
If you want somebody else to follow your rules, you have to follow theirs. Anything else is the worst sort of hypocrisy.
Actually, I had it on my to-do list for today, but then decided... nahhhh.
They say the first thing to go is your penis. Well, it's either that or your brain. I forget which...
Dear Bold Marauder:
I want to e-mail you, but I'm not sure I've correctly de-obfuscated the e-mail address in your profile, and I need you to tell me if I've done it correctly. What I've come up with is boldmarauder@yahoo.com. Is boldmarauder@yahoo.com correct? boldmarauder@yahoo.com is your e-mail address, right?
Thank you very much for your help!
Fools and their money are soon parted.
Good! Then you won't see this posting, you stupid faggot.
The way I figure it, Mac users generally fall into the following three categories:
In a way, you could lump items 1 and 2 together. Homosexuals think they are girls,or at least they want to be one.
The way that I figure it, Mac users fall into the following three categories:
In a way, you could lump items 1 and 2 together. Homosexuals think they are girls,or at least they want to be one.