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Nike+ FuelBand: Possibly a Big Security Hole For Your Life
MojoKid writes "Nike+ FuelBand is a $149 wristband with LED display that tracks your daily activity, tells you how many calories you've burned, lets you know how much fuel you have left in the tank, and basically keeps track of 'every move you make.' If you think that sounds like a privacy nightmare waiting to happen, it pretty much is. A source directly connected to Nike reported an amusing, albeit startling anecdote about a guy who got caught cheating on his girlfriend because of the Nike+ FuelBand. 'They shared their activity between each other and she noticed he was active at 1-2AM, when he was supposed to be home.' That's just one scenario. What if the wristband gets lost or stolen? How much data is actually stored on these sorts of devices? And remember, you're syncing it to the cloud with an iOS or Android app."
For being a techno-iHipster? Seriously, who needs a $149 motion tracking wristband?
I want to delete my account but Slashdot doesn't allow it.
Since I can't think of anything worthwhile to say on this subject other than "yeah, whatever" since it's some cheap dorky product being abused by vapid boring yuppies... I thought instead I would offer up this filthy sea shanty, which is MUCH more amusing:
Twas on the good ship Venus,
By God you should have seen us,
The figurehead was a whore in bed
And the mast the Captainâ(TM)s penis.
The captain of this lugger,
He was a dirty bugger,
He wasnâ(TM)t fit to shovel shit
From one ship to another.
The captainâ(TM)s wife was Mabel.
Whenever she was able,
Sheâ(TM)d fornicate with the second mate
Upon the galley table.
The cabin boy was Kipper,
A dirty little nipper,
We stuffed his arse with broken glass
To circumcise the skipper.
The captain had a daughter,
Who fell into the water,
We heard her squeal and knew an eel
Had found her sexual quarter.
The second mateâ(TM)s name was Andy,
His balls were long and bandy,
We filled his arse with molten brass
For wanking in the brandy.
The captainâ(TM)s name was Morgan,
By Christ he was a gorgon!
Ten times a day sweet tunes heâ(TM)s play.
On his productive organ.
The captainâ(TM)s daughter Mable,
They laid her on a table!
And all the crew would come and screw
As oft as they were able.
âoeTwas on a Chinese station,
We caused a great sensation.
We sunk a junk in a sea of spunk
By mutual masturbation.
Another cook was Oâ(TM)Malley,
He didnâ(TM)t dilly dally.
He shot his bolt with such a jolt
He whitewashed half the galley.
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