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Google to Compete with iTunes?
mikeythecmptrguy wrote to mention a Forbes report on analyst predictions that Google may be gearing up to compete with iTunes. From the article: "Analyst Robert Peck speculated that it makes sense for Google to create a rival for the popular iTunes service by Apple Computer, given the explosive growth of unique visitors to the iTunes' Web site. 'Further, Nielsen indicates that iTunes users form a distinct target audience with brand preferences along autos, alcohol beverages, magazines, and television,' he added. "
Queers-fucking queers. I hate them. One of them ruined my life. I was married-had a good job, and a son-a son that I loved. I lost it all-all because of a queer.
He was a guy that I knew at work. I didn't know that he was queer; I just thought he was a nice guy; I thought that he was my friend. One night, after work-we'd been working late-we stopped at a bar for a drink. One drink became several; both of us became drunk. I don't remember much of what happened after that, but I do remember that he kept touching me-kept putting his arm around my shoulder-kept touching my leg. I remember having a hard-on, but it must have been the alcohol that was causing it.
Somehow we ended up in a hotel room-in the same bed. I remember that he was lying on top of me-kissing me. I was too drunk not to return his kisses. Then, we were naked. He had my legs spread apart. I remember that he spit on his hand-then rubbed it on my asshole, moistening it, lubricating it for what he did next-I was too drunk to resist-he raped me; he stuck his cock into my ass.
While he fucked me-my cock became really hard; it began throbbing; I had to do something about it; it wasn't because I liked getting fucked; it wasn't because I was queer-I'm not; but, I had to beat off. As he was fucking me, I was pumping my cock. I think we both came at the same time. It was the most intense orgasm that I've ever had-but I guess that was because of the pressure his cock was exerting on my prostate; it certainly wasn't because I was enjoying it. We might have done more. I might have even fucked him-but, at some time, I passed out-and everything that happened after my first orgasm is a blur.
I woke up the next morning-in bed-next to him; he still slept. Cum had dried-was matted, in the hair of my stomach. I was hung over. Watching him there, softly snoring, lying in the wreck we'd made of the bed, among wrinkled, semen stained, sheets, I remembered what he'd done-remembered that he'd raped me. I was furious; the God damned queer had fucked me-had actually fucked me in the ass. I remember thinking, "I'll fix him. He'll never rape anyone else."
I had to look around for my pants-finding them, crumpled on the floor, next to the bed. I always carried a pocket knife-a Swiss army knife. Opening it, I walked around to his side of the bed, leaned over-grabbed his cock.
He moaned slightly-but didn't awake-until-I sliced off his cock. Then, with a scream, he sat up on the bed, both hands searching his crotch-shock evident in his face-shock from the wound, from which blood was gushing-shock that his hands couldn't find his cock-the cock I held in my hand.
He was a pitiful sight-a bloody gash where his cock used to be. When I'd sliced off his cock, I'd also opened up the front of his scrotum. His balls, blood stained, slipped out of their sack when he stood up from the bed, trying to grab his cock out of my hand. Pushing him back down on the bed, and saying, "You won't need those any longer." I grabbed his nuts-sliced them off as well. His scream-I'll never forget that scream-was piercing. I hit him to shut him up-over and over I hit him.
Grabbing my clothes, I quickly dressed, but, by then, someone was already pounding on the door. Hearing a key in the lock, I quickly pulled open the door, jerking the hotel maid off balance-then, brushing by her, quickly ran down the hall, down the stairs, and out into the street. By the time I got home, the cops were already there. It seems that I'd used my credit card to pay for the room.
It was a messy trial. The papers were full of it, with headlines such as, "Man Castrates Gay Lover." From the way they told it, I was also gay.
Fifteen years-fifteen-fucking years-I got-sentenced to prison for fifteen-fucking years. He didn't even die. Fifteen-fucking years for cutting off a queer's cock and balls. Hell, I should have gotten a reward. There should be a bounty on queer's balls.
My wife divorced me. Hell, she didn't even come to my trial-never came to visit me in jail. After
If this turns out to be true it would seem to indicate a shift from google innovating to a more microsoft-like strategy of trying to copy a competitor. I'm not sure how well this would work out, however. Most people I know love their ipods and they are happy with itunes. Plus, a lot of people are crazy about apple; they can release any new product and people will flock to buy it.
$60 a year, unlimited downloads to your PlaysForSure player. Sure, they aren't as pretty as the iPods nor are they are easy to use, but they play music in a random loop with good sound quality.
While iTunes is great, $.99 a song is NOT great especially considering I can pick up a CD for cheaper than that is -- packaging and all. And you know... some people like the album art in REAL LIFE, along with the lyrics so you can sing along horribly (as is the case with me).
So if Google comes along with something better than THAT... i'd be suprised.
The price is always right if someone else is paying.
Ah, but that would require them competing with the iPods and the PlaysForSure devices that have already been purchased. It would have to be one hell of a service, to convince everybody to buy Yet Another Portable Media Player.
If you don't know where you are going, you will wind up somewhere else.