I was riding home last night and I pulled off at a clearing. Not a drop of light polution for 5 miles, and only about 20,000 people within 50 miles. Beautiful view of the entire sky. I just lay there, looking up for about 10 minutes, until a car past and stopped to see if I was ok!
Someitmes living in a backwater has its advantages.
A few days ago I was very confused, a guy came in to our internet cafe, downloaded the blaster patch, and saved it on a floppy. I asked him about it, and he told me he had a laptop, and a 9,600GSM connection. 1 kilobyte per second, its great! He tried downloading the patch a couple of times, but it took way too long.
He'd have to be online 24/7 if he was forced to download every update, and he still wouldnt have the bandwidth!
It was only after Niall had finally divested all his clothes, which he did in a strangely awkward manner, that Siobhan saw one very good reason why he might be a little bit embarrassed to be seen in the nude. Niall's penis! Well, the Devil be Damned! Niall's penis was by far the largest Siobhan had ever seen. OK. So, it was fully erect. And that meant it was going to be pretty big anyway. But this monster was as long as her forearm. Almost. Or perhaps it was. Long and stiff and round and swelling. The veins blue and throbbing. The glans proud and hooded. Would it even fit inside her?
It didn't quite fit in Siobhan's mouth. At least not that easily. But she gave it as good as she could: the huge glans pressed against he tonsils as she ran her lips up and down and up and down its length. It was hot and strong smelling. But, unlike Eamonn, Niall's penis didn't lose its way too soon. It stayed as hard and stiff, if not stiffer, while her saliva dribbled down its length, as it had before she'd touched it. The strong odour blew out of her nostrils. Niall, meanwhile, had swivelled his body around so that his tongue was at her clitoris and he was licking at her labia and within the vaginal folds, through the thicket of hair, not perhaps as expertly as some of her lovers, but with plenty of concern and attention for her own sexual pleasure.
And it worked. Which surprised Siobhan. She wasn't normally a girl who came especially easily. A flash of blood darkened her vision, as she let the erotic moment sweep through her and let loose a cry which she heard only indistinctly. As she did later, a whole series of cries and yelps and whoops and gasps to which she let vent as Niall's penis found its way into her cunt and he thrust away at her.
Although she was wet (and, God in Heaven, she was wet!), even that didn't soften too much the pressure as Niall's penis bit by bit, centimetre by centimetre, inch by inch, slowly made its way deeper and deeper into her vagina, pressing against her stomach, stretching the walls of her vaginal cavity. And thrusting in and out, in and out. But Siobhan was only partly conscious of the fucking. She lay on her back. The fucking missionary position. When was the last time she'd been as unadventurous as that? And he pushed in and out, in and out, as she squirmed and writhed and wriggled, his buttocks pistoning above her crotch, his mouth sometimes on her ears, sometimes on her mouth, sometimes high above her, as he arched upwards.
And although she came and came and came, perspiration streaming down her flesh, a pool gathering on her chest, on her cheeks, underneath her buttocks and back, sliding and slipping against the long red hairs on Niall's chest, she was almost not aware of where she was and what she was doing. She was lost in a whirlwind of pleasure, somehow centred on her crotch, as Niall thrust again and again into her. And still he hadn't come. How was this possible? How could it be that Niall could keep going so long, whereas Eamonn would have long since squirted out his little drip, and they'd be lying on the bed, thoughts of sex almost forgotten in some discussion on naturism and the law.
Finally, Niall did come. And he came with an explosion of semen, that squirted into the deepest recesses of Siobhan's cunt, and soon found its way out onto the sheets, onto her thighs, and dripped down from the huge knuckle sized glans in a long sticky trail to Siobhan's knee. Warm. Hot. And so much of it!
indeed, however trek (specifically replicators, space travel and holodecks) is the only semi-realistic way commumism would work on a large scale, by eliminating limited resources.
The only other way is eliminating infinite wants - which involves some form of mind control and restrictions on freedom, basically marxism.
Well thats all very well, however theres half a billion people in rich western countries countries that can contract aids from something as simple as a condom breaking. Now on Slashdot we are probably a very low risk demograhpic (its not transmitted by communal keyboard sharing), but people still can contract it via blood transfusions etc.
Star Trek TNG, the replicator mostly eliminates the scarce resources of the scarce resources/infinite wants connundrum. Couple with an efficent automated service industry, where no one needs to work, and you get people working just for the fun of it (Siskos dad, Picards family).
Of course there are problems, there is always only x hectares of sea front land, and its arguable that TNG is a soviet-style commumism combined with a left wing politically correct "idealism". Theres arguments either way.
On the micro scale, most families and small communities on Earth have a commumistic view, with no internal trade, and communal ownership. It's interesting too see the economies that sprung up in POW camps though, where cigarettes were used as money.
A commumist economy could work with mind control too, be it subtle (subliminal advertising), or obvious (marxism + slavery)
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Yeah, you're really working hard posting inane drivel on slashdot
I was riding home last night and I pulled off at a clearing. Not a drop of light polution for 5 miles, and only about 20,000 people within 50 miles. Beautiful view of the entire sky. I just lay there, looking up for about 10 minutes, until a car past and stopped to see if I was ok!
Someitmes living in a backwater has its advantages.
quick someone think of something new and witty.
In SOVIET RUSSIA Natillie Portman grits you!
No?
A few days ago I was very confused, a guy came in to our internet cafe, downloaded the blaster patch, and saved it on a floppy. I asked him about it, and he told me he had a laptop, and a 9,600GSM connection. 1 kilobyte per second, its great! He tried downloading the patch a couple of times, but it took way too long.
He'd have to be online 24/7 if he was forced to download every update, and he still wouldnt have the bandwidth!
It is if they are the only ones with root
SCO already own the copyright
I'd rather a direct link to the download page in the story, or a page with a list of mirrors to direct links.
I bet Black Isle never expected the Spanis....
I'll get me coat
LOL, they can put a man on the moon, but what you ask is pure fantasy
Santa lives at the north pole of neptune
Wouldn't it be natural to have stress in your voice if something has happened in your life causing you to file an insurance claim?
Yes, therefore they will investigate the unstressed people for fraud, simple.
and just to make sure
It was only after Niall had finally divested all his clothes,
which he did in a strangely awkward manner, that Siobhan
saw one very good reason why he might be a little bit
embarrassed to be seen in the nude. Niall's penis! Well, the
Devil be Damned! Niall's penis was by far the largest
Siobhan had ever seen. OK. So, it was fully erect. And that
meant it was going to be pretty big anyway. But this
monster was as long as her forearm. Almost. Or perhaps it
was. Long and stiff and round and swelling. The veins blue
and throbbing. The glans proud and hooded. Would it even
fit inside her?
It didn't quite fit in Siobhan's mouth. At least not that
easily. But she gave it as good as she could: the huge glans
pressed against he tonsils as she ran her lips up and down
and up and down its length. It was hot and strong smelling.
But, unlike Eamonn, Niall's penis didn't lose its way too
soon. It stayed as hard and stiff, if not stiffer, while her
saliva dribbled down its length, as it had before she'd
touched it. The strong odour blew out of her nostrils. Niall,
meanwhile, had swivelled his body around so that his
tongue was at her clitoris and he was licking at her labia
and within the vaginal folds, through the thicket of hair,
not perhaps as expertly as some of her lovers, but with
plenty of concern and attention for her own sexual
pleasure.
And it worked. Which surprised Siobhan. She wasn't
normally a girl who came especially easily. A flash of
blood darkened her vision, as she let the erotic moment
sweep through her and let loose a cry which she heard only
indistinctly. As she did later, a whole series of cries and
yelps and whoops and gasps to which she let vent as Niall's
penis found its way into her cunt and he thrust away at her.
Although she was wet (and, God in Heaven, she was wet!),
even that didn't soften too much the pressure as Niall's
penis bit by bit, centimetre by centimetre, inch by inch,
slowly made its way deeper and deeper into her vagina,
pressing against her stomach, stretching the walls of her
vaginal cavity. And thrusting in and out, in and out. But
Siobhan was only partly conscious of the fucking. She lay
on her back. The fucking missionary position. When was
the last time she'd been as unadventurous as that? And he
pushed in and out, in and out, as she squirmed and writhed
and wriggled, his buttocks pistoning above her crotch, his
mouth sometimes on her ears, sometimes on her mouth,
sometimes high above her, as he arched upwards.
And although she came and came and came, perspiration
streaming down her flesh, a pool gathering on her chest, on
her cheeks, underneath her buttocks and back, sliding and
slipping against the long red hairs on Niall's chest, she was
almost not aware of where she was and what she was
doing. She was lost in a whirlwind of pleasure, somehow
centred on her crotch, as Niall thrust again and again into
her. And still he hadn't come. How was this possible? How
could it be that Niall could keep going so long, whereas
Eamonn would have long since squirted out his little drip,
and they'd be lying on the bed, thoughts of sex almost
forgotten in some discussion on naturism and the law.
Finally, Niall did come. And he came with an explosion of
semen, that squirted into the deepest recesses of Siobhan's
cunt, and soon found its way out onto the sheets, onto her
thighs, and dripped down from the huge knuckle sized
glans in a long sticky trail to Siobhan's knee. Warm. Hot.
And so much of it!
please do, I havent been modded down for 50 posts.
He was climbing a mountain at 2AM? Isnt that dangerous?
apt-get update && apt-get upgrade and thats it.
Strange how people automatically trust debian's updates, but would trust windows auto-update with a barge pole.
Whats a dilettante? You dont mean dilettantes do you? Perhaps you should stop dabbling in the field on English.
IANAL, and I suggest you see one
I work in an internet cafe in greece, and ran windows update. Yet again it locked the computer up, wonderful. apt-get never did that.
I'm afraid the world WILL go out, not with a bang but with a whimper.
Well, lets make sure it will go out with a bang then! Vote Bush in 2004!
*PANT PANT PANT*
Hot, sexy, female geek? This hasnt happened since Asia Carrera!
indeed, however trek (specifically replicators, space travel and holodecks) is the only semi-realistic way commumism would work on a large scale, by eliminating limited resources.
The only other way is eliminating infinite wants - which involves some form of mind control and restrictions on freedom, basically marxism.
I'd guess about 50% of marages end in divorce, the other 50% end up with one partner killing the other
Well thats all very well, however theres half a billion people in rich western countries countries that can contract aids from something as simple as a condom breaking. Now on Slashdot we are probably a very low risk demograhpic (its not transmitted by communal keyboard sharing), but people still can contract it via blood transfusions etc.
Nah, he can seek help from me, I only charge $50 an hour to sad deluded slashdot leftwingers.
Star Trek TNG, the replicator mostly eliminates the scarce resources of the scarce resources/infinite wants connundrum. Couple with an efficent automated service industry, where no one needs to work, and you get people working just for the fun of it (Siskos dad, Picards family).
Of course there are problems, there is always only x hectares of sea front land, and its arguable that TNG is a soviet-style commumism combined with a left wing politically correct "idealism". Theres arguments either way.
On the micro scale, most families and small communities on Earth have a commumistic view, with no internal trade, and communal ownership. It's interesting too see the economies that sprung up in POW camps though, where cigarettes were used as money.
A commumist economy could work with mind control too, be it subtle (subliminal advertising), or obvious (marxism + slavery)