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Genetically-Modified Everything

BreadMan writes "The Economist has an interesting article about how the use of GM (genetically modified) plants extends well beyond the food industry. Altered trees that make better paper, insect-resistant cotton, potatoes that contain the right kinds of starches. An interesting read to see where the industry is going in light of problems with having GM foods on the dinner table. There's more industrial uses for agricultural products than you'd think of right away, so this may be a lucrative use for GM technology."

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  1. booyakasha by Anonymous Coward · · Score: -1, Offtopic

    love my bitches but wheys my

  2. FP by Anonymous Coward · · Score: -1, Offtopic

    first post!

  3. FRISTAGE POSTAGE GNAA OWNZ JOO!!!!! by pzkpfwIV · · Score: -1, Offtopic
    GNAA introduces first open-source corpse
    GNAA introduces first open-source corpse

    GNAP [Gay Nigger Associated Press], ASSEVILLERS, FRANCE - In a move that is sure to redefine the open source community of the future, Gay Nigger Association of America (News | Websites) introduced the first open source corpse after the untimely death of Hans Bakker.

    Bakker, a developer for the OpenBSD project, which preceded him in death, was travelling back to Paris after the SANE conference. Unfortunately, known hippie and NAMBLA member Richard Stallman had been dropped off at his hotel and was not in the car when a truck made the first contribution to Bakker's corpse's CVS by merging into it at high speed. Bakker's death was confirmed immediately via IRC by his virtual girlfriend.

    The instant the opened skull was declared in the public domain, GNAA member Gary Niger annointed it with Holy Gay Nigger Seed to ensure a smooth passage into the afterlife and robust continued development. Thrusting rhythmically into the still-warm and pulsing brain of the dying man, Gary shouted "FUCK BSD; BSD IS DYING; BSD SUCKS; BSD IS DEAD TO ME; BSD DID WTC LOL" before exploding in orgasmic waves of pleasure as the sensitive nerves at the tip of his penis made contact with Bakker's last semi-conscious thoughts.

    Associated bacteria immediately lined up to make their contributions, as did several nearby flies hoping to raise families of open source maggots. However, CmdrTaco of Slashdot, a known scene gadfly and AZT addict, flopped heavily into the area while loudly proclaiming first dibs on the rectum. In response, #GNAA attendee GasJews challenged him. "Tell that fag CmdrTaco that I've got first dibs on this dead anus," he said, "and that I'm going to beat him down, then fuck him tenderly all night long," said GasJews, liberally spraying Holy Gay Nigger Seed over the EMS personnel and local French police, who were delighted.

    Since the 1990s, open source has been a popular way of developing free software for the general public, maintained by teams of pimply nerds with angst at their utter uselessness outside of the imaginary world of computers and networks. Much like a religion, it requires absolute obedience to its concept and encourages contributors to vehemently rail against any software which actually functions, including Microsoft's popular Windows operating system.

    The future of Open Source Hans Baker Corpse (OSHBC) remains to be determined as the development team is still being assembled. Using the Concurrent Versions System (CVS), developers will be able to modify the corpse to refine its function as a BSD-analogue, something made easier by the fact that both are dead. All interested developers are encouraged to contact the OSHBC project at http://sourceforge.net/.

    About Hans Bakker

    Hans Bakker was a lowly BSD developer who like many sought to replace a real world life with online presence as a feeble justification that he was "doing something" about the world's dire situation. Most of his days were spent on IRC, flirting with fat girls who had once gone through a gothic phase before deciding on Lesbianism, at which point the resounding lack of attention nearly starved them. Read more at his unfinished closed-source site, http://www.hans.cx.

    About Assevillers

    Assevillers, France, is a small town of population 228 in the gorgeous pastel-colored French countryside. During WWII, it was home to several prostitutes who slept with occupying Germans, recognizing the dominant cocks of these very hetero warriors as the future of France, which has been a bottom since roughly AD 1250. The French people have fought many wars during that time and have won none of them, distingu

  4. 92.6 - 94.6% on MCAT! by Thinkit4 · · Score: -1, Offtopic

    That's a 34/45--11/15 physical, 11/15 verbal, 12/15 biological. Of course if I existed as a cyberthalamus, it would be 100%. But my genetics are off limits as a eunuch.

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    -I am an elective eunuch.
  5. Oh no! by strictfoo · · Score: 0, Offtopic

    We better riot and throw some rocks at a Starbucks!

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    I've just signed legislation that'll outlaw Russia forever. We'll begin bombing in five minutes.
  6. I for one by Anonymous Coward · · Score: -1, Offtopic

    welcome our genetically enhanced potato overlords ....

  7. DOLT! by Anonymous Coward · · Score: -1, Offtopic

    no text

  8. SUPERMAN NEVER MADE ANY MONEY by Anonymous Coward · · Score: -1, Offtopic

    Tarzan wasn't a ladies' man
    He'd just come along and scoop 'em up under his arm
    Like that, quick as a cat in the jungle
    But Clark Kent, now there was a real gent
    He would not be caught sittin' around in no
    Junglescape, dumb as an ape doing nothing

    [Chorus:]
    Superman never made any money
    For saving the world from Solomon Grundy
    And sometimes I despair the world will never see
    Another man like him

    Hey Bob, Supe had a straight job
    Even though he could have smashed through any bank
    In the United States, he had the strength, but he would not
    Folks said his family were all dead
    Their planet crumbled but Superman, he forced himself
    To carry on, forget Krypton, and keep going

    Tarzan was king of the jungle and Lord over all the apes
    But he could hardly string together four words: "I Tarzan, You Jane."

    Sometimes when Supe was stopping crimes
    I'll bet that he was tempted to just quit and turn his back
    On man, join Tarzan in the forest
    But he stayed in the city, and kept on changing clothes
    In dirty old phonebooths till his work was through
    And nothing to do but go on home

    Everyone sing it!