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Cart Locking System Released as Open Source
An anonymous reader writes "You may have noticed that over the past few years it has become increasingly common to find supermarket and large retail store shopping carts equipped with 'boots' designed to lock up if you try to take the cart outside of the store. Now, someone has discovered through some clever analysis the signal used to both lock and unlock carts, and has designed a portable system that locks up all carts within 20 feet of the emitter! They have released the schematics, software, and detailed instructions for assembling the systems on Instructables, an online magazine dedicated to releasing howto's for everything from rat taxidermy to Shopping Cart EMPs under a Creative Commons License."
I don't really give two shits about who owns what trademark. The OSI coined the term, therefore their definition is the correct one. If you want to use it in some weird esoteric way, go elsewhere.
How we know is more important than what we know.
I'd love to lick her asshole.
Yeah, read the article. EE? Maybe in the slashdot / linux world, where people are so afraid of actual electronics that they purposely redesign in software things better accomplished in hardware (see most of the open source IR-Blaster type projects for a really depressing example of this - no need to be afraid of filters and demodulators, guys!).
I was building stuff of that sort of complexity 30 years ago, when I was 10. In fact, after reading the how it works, I bet I could have built it back then without resorting to a black-box microcontroller - a couple of oscillators, dividers, and hex/decade counters would do the trick.
And no, she's not that good looking...
What part of "a well regulated militia" do you not understand?
That's great, but I would love to lick her snatch.
Unfortunately, your cart would be locked too, would it not. Rather kills the point, I think...
> I remember shopping in a supermarket and running into a typical
> overweight black woman with a huge ass and spandex pants hovering over
> the meat section. She had two kids with her; one was around 10 and the
> other an infant, dressed in some dirty t-shirts and jeans. She was
> ringing the bell furiously to get the butcher. When he came out, she
> said, "Ah wants me some of the maple bacon that be on sale! You aint
> got no maple bacon here..." The butcher just looked at her and said,
> "I'm sorry maam, we must be all out of the maple bacon but you're
> welcome to buy some of the other Farmer John bacon that's on sale."
> Her eyes got huge and she started bobbing her head back and forth and
> raised her voice, "What? Ah wants the muthafuckin maple bacon, the
> sign says all Farmer John bacon. I sure likes the maple bacon. Ah
> wants me some maple bacon!"
> The butcher, not wanting to cause a scene told her to wait and he
> would look in the back and see what he could do.
> As she waited, a business man came up to ring the butcher's bell but
> just before he was able to ring it, she stopped him by blocking his
> hand and asked him what he was doing.
> "I have to pick up a platter that I ordered for an office party, do
> you mind?"
> She was up in his face and really bobbing her head now, "Hell yes I
> do! He be in the back gettin me muh maple bacon! Now you just back
> your ass on up and wait a bit! Ah wants that muthafuckin maple bacon!"
> Again, not wanting to cause a scene, the business man backed off and
> waited to the side.
> She then proceeded to pace back and forth in her overly tight spandex
> pants and flip flops talking to her kids, "Yas sir, that muthafucka
> better bring me muh maple bacon. Sheet. Ah done told him dat ah wants
> muh maple bacon...." Over and over again. She was clearly getting more
> and more agitated as time went on.
> I secretly hoped that the store didn't have any more maple bacon left
> just to see her go ballistic and wondered if anyone else watching the
> scene felt the same way.
> Finally, the butcher returned and produced a pound of Farmer John
> maple bacon and gave it to her. Damn luck, I thought. He said, "Here
> maam, this is our last package of maple bacon."
> "See? I told you that you be holding out that maple bacon in the back
> for youself! Sheet! Don't be trying no bullsheet on me!"
> With that, she took it and left.
> Upon checkout, she was only one aisle over and once again, the cause
> of another outburst.
> "What do you mean you won't take my muthafuckin WIC coupon for maple
> bacon! It says right here for food and this here bes food!"
> The cashier rolled her eyes and said, "I'm sorry, maam. WIC coupons
> are only for food for your infant. Milk, cheese, bread......and not
> bacon." (WIC is a food-stamp type program in California for minority
> mothers so they can feed their infants rather than using the welfare
> money for drugs and alcohol on themselves. I doubt a baby would want
> to chew on maple bacon)
> This time, she was really agitated and not only bobbing her head back
> and forth but was jiggling her whole massive black body up and down.
> "Sheet! You all just be bullsheeting me now....put my muthafuckin
> maple bacon on the muthafuckin coupons!"
> By that time, the manager came over and went between them and settled
> the situation somehow. I'm not sure exactly what happened after that
> as I was hurriedly rushed through my lane and went out to my car. The
> manager must have just given it to her for free or something to get
> rid of her.
> This supermarket, being in a black neighborhood, had a big problem
> with losing so many of their sho
Don't be a retard. Nobody knows their neighbors and you are most certainly not going to meet your neighbors at the store you shop for groceries at. People like different stores for different reasons and often will drive past a closer one to get to their preferred store. Not to mention, the closest supermarket is probably not next door. It's probably a few blocks away. Maybe even a mile or two. So unless by "meet your neighbors", you mean "run into people that live up to five or ten miles away from me", then sure.
And if your source of interaction and human contact is the local grocery store... maybe you should be ordering your groceries over the internet and use those hours you'll save every week or month to actually go get a life and have real interactions with real people that don't involve standing in line and having to listen to their shitty little snot-nose cry and whine and throw a tantrum because they won't buy them a bag of Skittles.
Seriously, man. You're posting on Slashdot and you don't understand that the "tribe" is no longer you and the people on your street, but you and the people you know through various connections (going out, online, etc) who have similar interests as you?