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CRF Reveals Draft of New DRM Technology
scubacuda writes "PC Advisor and others report that the CRF (Content Reference Forum), a new, cross-industry standards organisation that boasts Universal Music Group, Microsoft, Nippon Telegraph and Telephone (NTT) and VeriSign among its members, has unveiled a new specification for a DRM technology.
A draft of CRF Baseline Profile 1.0 is available for public review and comment." According to a report on CNET News, the "the [CRF-created] file would set up a process that automatically delivers files in the right format and potentially triggers an automatic payment system that could be changed moment to moment by the content distributor."
This feeling was driving me crazy. I HAD to have me a piece of ass soon, or I was simply gonna explode! I just couldn't keep out the thoughts of some young girl's pointed, jiggling tits slipping between my lips while my dick plowed between her moist slit.
My imagination, summer bikinis, and dad's PENTHOUSEs helped me to fill out my favorite fantasies of what the girls in my classes looked like naked. Those vivid images of beautiful, naked young girls coming into my room looking at my dick with lust, or my plopping them down on a desk right there in school and fucking our brains out seemed to dominate my every waking moment. Hell, even my nights were filled with wet dreams of these nubile young girls offering their naked bodies to me on sight!
The truth was I had never even seen a live naked girl since I was about seven-years-old playing doctor with a neigbor girl. Even then I didn't know what it was all about, just that my little dick got hard when I touched her bare pussy and that it felt REAL GOOD when she touched my hard dick. 'If only I new then what I know now,' I thought. Furthermore, I was much too shy to even approach a girl my age to ask for a date, much less to ask for a piece of ass or a blowjob.
I was sitting under a tree fretting about all of this one summer day, when I was startled by the voice of a young neighbor girl who had walked up behind me.
"What are you doing out here all by yourself?"
Kathleen Fent was a typical eleven-year-old, her body just beginning to show the first signs of maturing into an hourglass shape, but she still was flat-chested. Her personality had definitely not matured, and I even cosidered her to be quite a brat.
"Nothing much, just moping around," I told her.
"What's wrong?" she asked in a soft tone, touching my knee as she sat down beside me on the ground, her small skirt riding up her smooth legs.
I had never looked at her in a sexual way before, but the combination of my frustration and her uncharacteristic soft-spoken manner caused me to take a second look at her. She was actually a very pretty young girl, with long dark brown hair that flowed down onto her flat, preteen chest. Her innocent dark brown eyes looked deeply into mine as she pondered my troubles, and I began to get an idea on how I might exploit this budding motherly instinct of hers.
"Well......, it's just that a lot of the other guys my age have dated girls already," I began, "some of them have even had sex."
I paused to check her reaction. She was still sitting there looking at me intently, her knees pulled up near her chest and her arms draped around them casually leaving her skirt to gape open under her legs. I was sure that anyone passing by would be able to see her panties, but she didn't seem to be aware of her immodest pose.
"I'm just too shy to ask anyone out, though. I guess I'll never have the guts to either."
She sat there silently, bending her head down and resting her chin on her knees. She seemed to be in thought as she began to stare blankly at the ground in front of her, possibly wondering about her own lack of boyfriends and whether she too would ever have the experience of having sex one day.
"Have you ever wondered what it's like to have sex?" I asked her, hoping to guide the situation into a possible encounter.
She looked at me momentarily to see if I was sincere, or just trying to poke fun at her before answering.
"Well...., yeah...., sometimes...., but nobody really likes me much around here. All of the boys in my class just want to play
This feeling was driving me crazy. I HAD to have me a piece of ass soon, or I was simply gonna explode! I just couldn't keep out the thoughts of some young girl's pointed, jiggling tits slipping between my lips while my dick plowed between her moist slit.
My imagination, summer bikinis, and dad's PENTHOUSEs helped me to fill out my favorite fantasies of what the girls in my classes looked like naked. Those vivid images of beautiful, naked young girls coming into my room looking at my dick with lust, or my plopping them down on a desk right there in school and fucking our brains out seemed to dominate my every waking moment. Hell, even my nights were filled with wet dreams of these nubile young girls offering their naked bodies to me on sight!
The truth was I had never even seen a live naked girl since I was about seven-years-old playing doctor with a neigbor girl. Even then I didn't know what it was all about, just that my little dick got hard when I touched her bare pussy and that it felt REAL GOOD when she touched my hard dick. 'If only I new then what I know now,' I thought. Furthermore, I was much too shy to even approach a girl my age to ask for a date, much less to ask for a piece of ass or a blowjob.
I was sitting under a tree fretting about all of this one summer day, when I was startled by the voice of a young neighbor girl who had walked up behind me.
"What are you doing out here all by yourself?"
Kathleen Fent was a typical eleven-year-old, her body just beginning to show the first signs of maturing into an hourglass shape, but she still was flat-chested. Her personality had definitely not matured, and I even cosidered her to be quite a brat.
"Nothing much, just moping around," I told her.
"What's wrong?" she asked in a soft tone, touching my knee as she sat down beside me on the ground, her small skirt riding up her smooth legs.
I had never looked at her in a sexual way before, but the combination of my frustration and her uncharacteristic soft-spoken manner caused me to take a second look at her. She was actually a very pretty young girl, with long dark brown hair that flowed down onto her flat, preteen chest. Her innocent dark brown eyes looked deeply into mine as she pondered my troubles, and I began to get an idea on how I might exploit this budding motherly instinct of hers.
"Well......, it's just that a lot of the other guys my age have dated girls already," I began, "some of them have even had sex."
I paused to check her reaction. She was still sitting there looking at me intently, her knees pulled up near her chest and her arms draped around them casually leaving her skirt to gape open under her legs. I was sure that anyone passing by would be able to see her panties, but she didn't seem to be aware of her immodest pose.
"I'm just too shy to ask anyone out, though. I guess I'll never have the guts to either."
She sat there silently, bending her head down and resting her chin on her knees. She seemed to be in thought as she began to stare blankly at the ground in front of her, possibly wondering about her own lack of boyfriends and whether she too would ever have the experience of having sex one day.
"Have you ever wondered what it's like to have sex?" I asked her, hoping to guide the situation into a possible encounter.
She looked at me momentarily to see if I was sincere, or just trying to poke fun at her before answering.
"Well...., yeah...., sometimes...., but nobody really likes me much around here. All of the boys in my class just want to play
This feeling was driving me crazy. I HAD to have me a piece of ass soon, or I was simply gonna explode! I just couldn't keep out the thoughts of some young girl's pointed, jiggling tits slipping between my lips while my dick plowed between her moist slit.
My imagination, summer bikinis, and dad's PENTHOUSEs helped me to fill out my favorite fantasies of what the girls in my classes looked like naked. Those vivid images of beautiful, naked young girls coming into my room looking at my dick with lust, or my plopping them down on a desk right there in school and fucking our brains out seemed to dominate my every waking moment. Hell, even my nights were filled with wet dreams of these nubile young girls offering their naked bodies to me on sight!
The truth was I had never even seen a live naked girl since I was about seven-years-old playing doctor with a neigbor girl. Even then I didn't know what it was all about, just that my little dick got hard when I touched her bare pussy and that it felt REAL GOOD when she touched my hard dick. 'If only I new then what I know now,' I thought. Furthermore, I was much too shy to even approach a girl my age to ask for a date, much less to ask for a piece of ass or a blowjob.
I was sitting under a tree fretting about all of this one summer day, when I was startled by the voice of a young neighbor girl who had walked up behind me.
"What are you doing out here all by yourself?"
Kathleen Fent was a typical eleven-year-old, her body just beginning to show the first signs of maturing into an hourglass shape, but she still was flat-chested. Her personality had definitely not matured, and I even cosidered her to be quite a brat.
"Nothing much, just moping around," I told her.
"What's wrong?" she asked in a soft tone, touching my knee as she sat down beside me on the ground, her small skirt riding up her smooth legs.
I had never looked at her in a sexual way before, but the combination of my frustration and her uncharacteristic soft-spoken manner caused me to take a second look at her. She was actually a very pretty young girl, with long dark brown hair that flowed down onto her flat, preteen chest. Her innocent dark brown eyes looked deeply into mine as she pondered my troubles, and I began to get an idea on how I might exploit this budding motherly instinct of hers.
"Well......, it's just that a lot of the other guys my age have dated girls already," I began, "some of them have even had sex."
I paused to check her reaction. She was still sitting there looking at me intently, her knees pulled up near her chest and her arms draped around them casually leaving her skirt to gape open under her legs. I was sure that anyone passing by would be able to see her panties, but she didn't seem to be aware of her immodest pose.
"I'm just too shy to ask anyone out, though. I guess I'll never have the guts to either."
She sat there silently, bending her head down and resting her chin on her knees. She seemed to be in thought as she began to stare blankly at the ground in front of her, possibly wondering about her own lack of boyfriends and whether she too would ever have the experience of having sex one day.
"Have you ever wondered what it's like to have sex?" I asked her, hoping to guide the situation into a possible encounter.
She looked at me momentarily to see if I was sincere, or just trying to poke fun at her before answering.
"Well...., yeah...., sometimes...., but nobody really likes me much around here. All of the boys in my class just want to play
This feeling was driving me crazy. I HAD to have me a piece of ass soon, or I was simply gonna explode! I just couldn't keep out the thoughts of some young girl's pointed, jiggling tits slipping between my lips while my dick plowed between her moist slit.
My imagination, summer bikinis, and dad's PENTHOUSEs helped me to fill out my favorite fantasies of what the girls in my classes looked like naked. Those vivid images of beautiful, naked young girls coming into my room looking at my dick with lust, or my plopping them down on a desk right there in school and fucking our brains out seemed to dominate my every waking moment. Hell, even my nights were filled with wet dreams of these nubile young girls offering their naked bodies to me on sight!
The truth was I had never even seen a live naked girl since I was about seven-years-old playing doctor with a neigbor girl. Even then I didn't know what it was all about, just that my little dick got hard when I touched her bare pussy and that it felt REAL GOOD when she touched my hard dick. 'If only I new then what I know now,' I thought. Furthermore, I was much too shy to even approach a girl my age to ask for a date, much less to ask for a piece of ass or a blowjob.
I was sitting under a tree fretting about all of this one summer day, when I was startled by the voice of a young neighbor girl who had walked up behind me.
"What are you doing out here all by yourself?"
Kathleen Fent was a typical eleven-year-old, her body just beginning to show the first signs of maturing into an hourglass shape, but she still was flat-chested. Her personality had definitely not matured, and I even cosidered her to be quite a brat.
"Nothing much, just moping around," I told her.
"What's wrong?" she asked in a soft tone, touching my knee as she sat down beside me on the ground, her small skirt riding up her smooth legs.
I had never looked at her in a sexual way before, but the combination of my frustration and her uncharacteristic soft-spoken manner caused me to take a second look at her. She was actually a very pretty young girl, with long dark brown hair that flowed down onto her flat, preteen chest. Her innocent dark brown eyes looked deeply into mine as she pondered my troubles, and I began to get an idea on how I might exploit this budding motherly instinct of hers.
"Well......, it's just that a lot of the other guys my age have dated girls already," I began, "some of them have even had sex."
I paused to check her reaction. She was still sitting there looking at me intently, her knees pulled up near her chest and her arms draped around them casually leaving her skirt to gape open under her legs. I was sure that anyone passing by would be able to see her panties, but she didn't seem to be aware of her immodest pose.
"I'm just too shy to ask anyone out, though. I guess I'll never have the guts to either."
She sat there silently, bending her head down and resting her chin on her knees. She seemed to be in thought as she began to stare blankly at the ground in front of her, possibly wondering about her own lack of boyfriends and whether she too would ever have the experience of having sex one day.
"Have you ever wondered what it's like to have sex?" I asked her, hoping to guide the situation into a possible encounter.
She looked at me momentarily to see if I was sincere, or just trying to poke fun at her before answering.
"Well...., yeah...., sometimes...., but nobody really likes me much around here. All of the boys in my class just want to play
Yes, but does it run or Linux?
And, does anyone want any toast?
Word on the street says that you have been soiling yourself constantly for years. Now, I'm not one to pry into people's personal life, but this one just really caught my eye. If these rumors are true, I ask that you please stop this nonsense right now. Your a big boy now, and society doesn't take kindly to your actions. Your not going to be able to move out of your parent's attic and into the real world if you continue you this, and unfortuately, mommy and daddy aren't going to be around forever to clean up after you messes that you leave on the floor, nor should they have to at your age. It's time to grow up, and act like any other person your age. There are mutilple things you can do to fix this, like using rubber pants, or get mommy to turn the water on and off in the kitchen sink. I hope you will take this post to heart and try to ween yourself off of defacating in your pants.
Thank You
DRM = digital radio mondiale - digital AM broadcasts from overseas that sound like FM with no noise.
http://www.drm.org/indexdeuz.htm
Oh, sh**! Wrong nerd hobby!
-Turnip Onion --- Neither micro nor $oft. Linux is a fine tool.
But my personal feeling is that copyright should be reformed, not repealed.
For example, while I feel that copyright should be allowed for software, I don't think it should be permitted for binary-only releases unless full source code is submitted to the copyright office, so that upon the expiration of the copyright, it can be released to the public domain.
In the section of the article entitled Should Copyright Even Exist? I say:
Request your free CD of my piano music.
if you allow other people to have control over your finances.
When you give a company your bank account number and tell them, "Ok, just charge my account whenever your computer decides that I need to be charged" you are setting yourself up for trouble.
These people are theives and they will steal from you, penny by penny until they drain your life blood away.
When I walk in the store and take something from the shelf, plop it down at the check out and pay for it with GREEN CASH, ** --> I -- ** control my finances and there is no fear of being over charged or having bogus charges billed to me.
I live by cash alone. Everything I own is totally paid for. I pay only utility bills and I pay them with cash at the store. If I need something, I buy it at the store, with cash.
I don't get in over my head. I don't have ANY bank accounts and don't borrow or OWE anyone any money for any thing.
I can't be nickle and dimed to death on a credit card account because I don't have one. I don't have ANY bank accounts, at all. I don't have to worry about someone hijacking my identity because I don't have one.