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Linux in the Developing World
Norsemann writes "Peter Spotts of the Christian Science Monitor has some very interesting things to say about the latest wave of Linux adoptions throughout Asia and beyond. He hits on some important points about not only China's role in Open Source but the 'global' role in Open Source... Perhaps the best is still yet to come." The BBC also has a nice story about Brazil using Linux in cybercafes.
Greetz to GNAA
Gosh damn it.....no first post today for me.....
My cats breath smells like catfood
To most people, it was just another day at the office. Clark sat at his desk and watched the never-ending flow of traffic. It was like an ant hive, busy and active, each worker obsessed with carrying out his or her own particular task. Normally, Clark was one of them, diligently preparing his latest article. But today, he found himself staring listlessly at Lois' empty chair.
What had happened to her? He couldn't stop thinking that she had been kidnapped by those men...those awful men who had tried to seduce her before. What did they want with her? His heart shuddered to think of what they might be doing to her right now. For all he knew, she might be lying on her back somewhere, moaning helplessly as they stroked her and licked her...
"More coffee, sir?"
Clark nodded, accepting the styrofoam cup. "Thanks, Cathy."
"No problem. Let me know if you need anything else." She smiled at him and winked. Clark watched her as she walked away. She had been hired only a week ago, and already several of the guys had asked her out on a date. Apparently she turned them down, claiming that she preferred not to get involved with co-workers. And yet she consistently wore short skirts and tight-fitting shirts - clothes that could have only one possible purpose: to draw the attention (and the arousal) of every man in the office. Clark didn't approve of such clothing, but he had to admit that she made great coffee. He took a sip, and noticed a curious aftertaste. Was she was using a new blend?
He went back to work, trying to think of a way to find Lois. His mind kept conjuring up lurid images of her, being sexually assaulted. He pictured her face, grunting and gasping as they screwed her mercilessly. He imagined her legs spread wide apart, her breasts jiggling as they pounded her with their cocks...
"More coffee?"
Clark drank the whole cup, staring at Cathy again as she sauntered through the office. She was wearing a red shirt today, which was tight enough to perfectly reveal her breasts. He tried to resist the urge to take a peek through her clothes with his X-ray vision. Oh, maybe just one little glance. He squinted a little, and discovered that she wasn't wearing a bra. The breasts were as delicious as he imagined them - full and ripe, accented with pepperoni-size aureoles. He imagined his tongue lapping at those nipples, making them hard enough to suck and nibble...
What was happening to him?! He tried to clear his mind of such illicit thoughts. "I need to get out of here," he murmured. He got up and went toward Perry's office. The door was closed - which was unusual, since Perry liked to keep abreast of things in the office. Clark knocked and opened the door to find that Perry was indeed keeping abreast, and a thigh as well. His pants were down, and he was sprawled on top of Diane, licking her nipples as his cock sawed in and out of her. The two of them looked over at him, but didn't stop their mating. "Clark, shut the door, will you? I'm busy!" Diane moaned; apparently she was busy as well.
Clark shut the door and turned around, accidentally bumping into a receptionist as she came up behind him. Her papers went flying as she slipped and fell on her bottom.
"Margaret, I'm sorry...are you all right?" He extended his hand to her.
Margaret just sat there and stared at Clark with a dazed smile. Her legs spread apart, and Clark could see the panties beneath her skirt. She took his hand and sprang to her feet, leaning against him. He could feel her breasts pressing against his, and he felt his cock beginning to stir. As if reading his mind, she placed her hand on his crotch as his dick began to stiffen. He felt as though he couldn't move; all he could do was stand there and allow himself to be fondled. She was wearing perfume - a strong, rose-like odor that seemed somehow familiar...
Then he realized it was the odor that he had detected in the taxi, when those two men had fucked Lois. He was dimly aware that it was some sort of aphrodisiac - a powe
What does Jesus Christ have to say about this?
"I didn't tell you you could stop sucking, bitch!"
"I know people who have got jobs because they knew how to work with computers," he said."
I remember when that use to be the hope in the US as well...oh well.