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Archos Releases Portable Video/Image/MP3 Player
GregGardner writes "Archos is about to release the AV300 series, the next generation of portable video/image/MP3 player based off of the Archos Jukebox Multimedia discussed on Slashdot previously. Features include a 3.8" LCD screen for viewing movies and photos, FM tuner, MP3 playing and recording, 20GB or 40GB HD models, USB2.0 (optional Firewire) connection, TV-out, MPEG-4 encoding from a video/audio-in signal, digital photo (3.3 megapixel) and video camera, and much more. Looks like some of the features require add-on modules. I found a brief review on SF Gate which states that the 20GB model (AV320) will retail for $570."
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How the hell does he get modded "redundant" when it's only the fourth post,and no one else has even mentioned Ogg Vorbis?
Crack-smoking by the moderator doesn't begin to explain it.
IBM busted by the SEC. Looks like SCO is winning.
-=[ Take Two ]=-
My name is Natasha, I'm an eighteen year old language student in a
fairly large British city. I lost my virginity more than a year ago,
with a boy at a party and I've made love a few times since then. It
seems as if a whole new, mysterious and exciting world is opening up
before me. Pleasure in my own body and the power I seem to have over
men. Just getting away from my parents has made such a difference -
freedom! I'm quite petite, girlish, with shoulder length light-brown
hair and bright sky-blue eyes. I feel lithe and smooth.
Just before Millennium night I had a very sexual but unsettling
experience. I was out at a pub in the city centre with a mixed group of
friends. We were having a laugh and getting drunk.just messing around
really. I was wearing a black and purple patterned satin party dress
with a simple but skimpy white bra and panties underneath. I left my
friends and went up to the bar to get some drinks. The place was
jam-packed and really too smokey for my liking. I squeezed through to
the bar between two men wearing suits. One of them deliberately let his
hand slide over my bum! I swore at him and he apologised saying that he
hadn't meant it. They both started chatting to me as I waited to be
served. Asking my name, what I did, all the usual things. The one who
had touched me was tall and broad, a bit overweight, with short sandy
hair and a trim reddish beard. He must have been in his early forties I
think. His friend had neat grey hair and a stocky but fit looking build
and was probably even older than the first and had a wedding band on his
finger. They looked as if they had come straight from the office and
been drinking steadily ever since.
I was having fun so I just stayed between them and talked. I felt light
and free.a bit drunk, and they were so keen to talk to me. The first man
who was called Graeme was standing at my side and really close up
against me. He kept touching my waist and letting his leg press against
my thigh. His friend Jim seemed to be content just to gaze at me and to
try and sneak a look down the front of my dress. Sadly for him my tits
are a bit small! They bought me a drink and I'd almost forgotten about
my friends. Graeme slid his hand under my short dress and let his
fingertips trail over the inside of my thigh and the cheek of my bum
where it was covered by my silk-like panties. I felt strange, excited, a
little out of control. His crotch was pressing even more firmly against
my leg now and I could clearly feel his erect penis against me. It felt
quite large and both soft and hard at the same time. My nipples were
stiffening and I felt warm between my legs. My mouth was dry and I felt
like my skin was gently buzzing all over. His fingers moved between my
legs and began stroking my pussy through the thin gusset of my panties.
Then he pulled my knickers to one side and slid a fingertip over my soft
slit. He found my little hole and wet his finger at the entrance. Then
just rubbed ever so gently over my cunt, backwards and forwards without
ever paying particular attention to my clitoris. His hard cock pushing
even more deliberately against me. Jim didn't seem particularly aware of
what was happening and the three of us were managing to keep up a fairly
normal conversation.
One of my friends had struggled over from our table to see if I was
alright and what had happened to the drinks but when I looked round at
closing time they had given up on me and gone. The men asked wether I
would like to share a taxi home and I agreed, not sure what was going to
happen. I collected my coat and we walked out into the cold, bright
night. Back in the bar Graeme had removed his fingers from my wet,
swollen pussy and given my bum a final, friendly, proprieto
The problem of Justine's sheltered life became apparent that summer. A gentle girl, Justine had decided to go to university and study Astronomy, for she had always appreciated the quiet, serenity of the universe above the hurly burly world around her. Unfortunately, it emerged that while St. Gwendolyn's had done an excellent job teaching her art appreciation, cooking, posture, table manners, fashion and the three "R's, including Latin, it had done rather less well in teaching American history, knowledge of which would be helpful in taking her SAT exams for entrance to university. So Justine, in her innocence, simply applied for a local high school course given during the summer, to young persons who, like herself, had somehow not been properly educated in the requirements dictated for high school. It did not occur to her as she did, to consider what manner of young person might be attending with her, and why, despite their not having attended school in a foreign country, they had been insufficiently educated to the point they were required to attend school during the summer vacation period. Because she had never learned to drive at boarding school, Justine's first exposure to the less protected elements of life arrived on the bus to school her first morning. She was clad in a light summer dress, one she had recently purchased but never worn, and carrying with her several notebooks, a pencil holder, a paperback dictionary, and a box lunch. These she managed to place together and hold under one arm as she stood on the crowded bus holding onto an overhead strap. Because her mother had disliked the California summer heat, she had taken a chalet in Switzerland during summer months, and Justine had joined her there during the school holidays. Her short time at her air conditioned home, and in similarly equipped shops and cars, had taught Justine little about what to expect, and so Justine was poorly equipped for the heat that day. She had begun to perspire the moment she had left the house, and by the time she reached the bus stop many blocks away Justine's light summer frock was, in places, pressed very tightly against her soft, warm flesh. The bus, when she finally got on, was worse, for the air conditioning was not working Justine stood, panting, swaying, occupying a tiny space between the body of an enormous, fat Black woman and a greasy looking, long haired man wearing a soiled undershirt and baggy jeans. Her eyes were half closed as she breathed in shallow breaths, the heat and sweltering humidity robbing her of energy. When she felt a hand on her belly her eyes jerked open and she gasped softly. She was staring over the shoulder of the fat black woman, and as the hand rubbed softly at her belly her heart began to pound and her pulse raced, and a red flush crept over her face. The hand was coming from behind her. She tried to look over her shoulder without being obvious, but with her left arm held up to hold onto the strap that proved impossible. A braver girl would have whirled around and confronted whomever it was, but to Justine, the thought of meeting the eyes of whoever was touching her was just too embarrassing. The fat woman was blocking her way ahead, and the bus was just turning onto a freeway, which meant it was not about to suddenly stop - even if she could reach the bell. She stood, tense to the point of trembling, biting her lip, eyes rolling from one side to the other as the hand gently caressed her moist stomach through the thin summer dress. It went away, and she felt a momentary relief, but then her eyes widened even further as the hand slid onto her bottom and began to squeeze her buttocks through the thin dress. This was much more embarrassing than having a hand on her stomach, and Justine turned beet red, her ears hot as she tried to think of what to do. One of her teachers had once told her to simply ignore girls who were teasing her. The theory behind it was that if they didn't get a rise out of h
Oh yeah, I just blew a load... thanks Mr. Anonymous!
It would be teh 1337!!!!!111one111111eleven111!11!!!!
"I wonder what it's like living in a constant haze of stupidity" - Hiei, Yu Yu Hakusho