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Cory Doctorow On For the Win, Gold Farming, and DRM

Posted by kdawson on from the my-computer-says-yes dept.

adaviel passes along a New Scientist interview with Cory Doctorow, who has been touring for his new book For the Win. The SF author and technology activist talks about DRM, gold farming, and much else besides.

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  1. Titled misspelt by slackarse · · Score: 5, Funny

    "For Teh Win."

    There, fixed that for you.

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    1. Re:Titled misspelt by Anonymous Coward · · Score: 5, Funny
      I just read the article:

      Jessica Griggs takes a trip to the complex frontier world of...

      MMmmmmm, so we meet the interviewer, Jessica.

      I don't know who she is or what she looks like, but I'm already in love with her. I imagine her in a pantsuit, projecting raw power and subtle dominance behind a disarming pair of horn-rimmed glasses. She walks out of her cubicle with a sexy but straightforward strut as she delivers her "goods" to the copy editor.

      She is tactile enough to record interviews with her sexy youthful hands, free of protruding veins and tendons, writing pen-on-notepad at blinding speed like a 50's-era law student notating a Spanish lecture.

      I invision her wearing a corset at times, hidden under her conservative white-linen blouse, as she carries on secret trysts with the various blue-collar building porters and custodians. She's off-limits to us nerds because nerd-dom is thirsty work for her...and so thirsty work warrants thirsty play, as she fellates an unbathed, illiterate-but-muscular laborer named Pedro in the utility closet.

      ...

      I'm back, guys. After extensive Google searches, I paid 50 bucks for her current address and a background check. Spotless. Radiant. And she lives at 32 Garrison Street Suite# 56 in Boston's beautiful Back Bay. Mmmmm, back bay. I'm texting this as I look over the brick fence into her window. She just came back from a hard day in the office. Man, look at her without that coat, tossing her silky hair back with a single nod as she puts it into a ponytail. I would love to kiss those tired feet of hers, with their perfect red polish and the aroma of a fine Camembert...I bet her panties would also smell mustily divine right now...*Pant, Pant*...nobody smells perfect after that long a day at work...*pant*...(By the way, I'm texting this from my Blackberry). Oh, shit...she's spotted me...hold on...She just picked up her phone and pulled her blinds down.

      Oh, crap, the security guard is coming...hold on....

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