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Thanks For the ... Eight-Track, Uncle Alex
Uncle Alex writes "My niece just turned one year old and her parents have asked that, instead of the usual gifts, we each contribute something to a time capsule to be opened on her 17th birthday. Multiple members of my family want to contribute digital data — text, video, music files. They came to me (the closest thing to a geek our family has) wondering: what's the best way to save the data to ensure she'll actually be able to see it in 16 years? Software might be out of date, hardware may no longer be used... any suggestions?"
Of course they're not. A Slashdot account number is a direct indicator of how much of a fucking loser the account owner is. The lower the number, the more sad and pathetic their life (consider who's sitting at #1, Rob Malda himself, I think you can see my point).
I'm sure you'll just take this as a compliment though, since being the fucking little winner that you are, you'll just pretend that the reason you're being insulted is because you have something worth saying, which is about as fucking retarded as your obvious obsession over your lame-ass account number.
I can kind of see the problem though...looking at your journal it sounds like you're the real life of the party:
"At parties I despise these conversations:
* BS Politics talk -- Neither party knows anything more than talking points, and essentially chose their side based on which news channels they prefer. Usually devolves into namecalling or agreement on a third solution neither of them know anything about.
* Religion -- Same shit.
* What they learned in school today -- Way to repeat your textbook. Nobody cares, please STFU."
Yeah, real nice Lallypop. Real nice. Because you're just so witty and bright yourself, aren't you?
Fucking maggot. Singh, probably an Indian maggot at that. Shouldn't you be taking my tech support calls? And what's that dot on your forehead made of, or do they just start you off early in India and dab shit on your forehead when you're a baby? Most of you asshats smell like it.
Pet peeve of *mind*???