Sir Haxalot was tired after another long day of karmawhoring at slashdot. "Hacky," his mother called, "time for dinner!" Sir Haxalot came upstairs from the basement where the bright lights of the kitchen temporarily blinded him. "Mommy, it's too bright in here!" he complained. His mother smiled "Come here, Hacky. Let mommy make you feel better."
He followed her voice but kept his eyes tightly shut. He felt a hand massage his crotch.. "MMmm... mommy, you know I like that..." "Yes dear, mommy knows.." The hand undid his zipper and pulled his turgid member forthwith.
A warm mouth gently licked the head of his penis. It didn't take long. Only moments later a jet of hot wad shot into the mouth.. "Did you like that?" his mother asked from behind him.. "Wha..?!" he asked, suprised. Opening his eyes he saw his daddy eagerly swallowing every drop of his cum.
"DADDY!! You came back!" cried Sir Haxalot. "Hello son," his father replied, "I had a lot of thinking to do and this was the best way I could think of to apologize for leaving you after that intense round of sodomy 3 years ago."
"That's OK, daddy. I know you had problems keeping your job as the school janitor. I don't believe anything the other kids said about you touching their pee-pees and putting your pee-pee in their bums."
His father lost his smile "Son.. that's what we have to talk about.. it's true. For 17 years as a school janitor I was a filthy sodomite. I'd take little 12 year old 'pee-pees' in my mouth and get them hard. Once the lad was past the point of caring, I'd get him to stick it in my bum. Then I'd have my way with them. It was a good 17 year stretch but now, with these new damn laws, I'll have to keep my penchant for anal excusions strictly here at home. 'Home is where the Hard is' you know."
I feel an incredible urge to look up your home address from whois, and beat you into a bloody pulp, but unfortunatly, I don't know where San Frnacisco is.
Hey at least I'm at -1. (little mishap with a funny post, moderated to +5 funny, yet it somehow cost me something like 8 karma points because of overrated/funny/overrated/funny cycles.)
I really do feel bad for the RIAA members (not the RIAA itself). They are stuck having to eventually face the fact that they are 80% of the way to extinction. Can anyone realy imagine a future 50 years down the road where anyone is interested in buying a piece of plastic with music on it?
Yes, storing it in a way that does not rot too fast or get deleted for video game space is valuable, but I see the future retailers of music being the clubs that host musicians. They should strike a deal with the performers that they host to sell the music via a Web site and via a kiosk at the show.
Here's one business model for that:
Club makes USB-fobs that contain the customer's name, credit info (or a key that they look up the credit info in their database with) and email address. The customer goes to a show and likes it, so they walk over to the kiosk and plug in their fob to order the "album" on the way out. The kiosk notes the purchase in the database and sends email to the customer with a link to download the music from the Web site.
Quick, easy, and here's the best part: you don't care about file-swappers because you get the customer at the exact point where they decide they like the music. You don't care if the 5 billion people who never come to your club swap this music around. What you care about is that your club (and the artist who gets a cut) made some extra money from a customer. You win, they win and the band wins.
But, I still feel bad for the labels who are doomed because they can't make a "star" anymore out of some semi-talented performer who they can stick on MTV. Or more to the point, they can make the star, but there's soon going to be no point in terms of selling CDs.
Slashdot Mirror
from that site:
I'm (...) a software archivist
What's that, a euphemism for Warez d00d?
btw, I must agree that Simoniker is by far the best editor here, although competition doesn't seem to be very stiff.
Sir Haxalot was tired after another long day of karmawhoring at slashdot. "Hacky," his mother called, "time for dinner!" Sir Haxalot came upstairs from the basement where the bright lights of the kitchen temporarily blinded him. "Mommy, it's too bright in here!" he complained. His mother smiled "Come here, Hacky. Let mommy make you feel better."
He followed her voice but kept his eyes tightly shut. He felt a hand massage his crotch.. "MMmm... mommy, you know I like that..." "Yes dear, mommy knows.." The hand undid his zipper and pulled his turgid member forthwith.
A warm mouth gently licked the head of his penis. It didn't take long. Only moments later a jet of hot wad shot into the mouth.. "Did you like that?" his mother asked from behind him.. "Wha..?!" he asked, suprised. Opening his eyes he saw his daddy eagerly swallowing every drop of his cum.
"DADDY!! You came back!" cried Sir Haxalot. "Hello son," his father replied, "I had a lot of thinking to do and this was the best way I could think of to apologize for leaving you after that intense round of sodomy 3 years ago."
"That's OK, daddy. I know you had problems keeping your job as the school janitor. I don't believe anything the other kids said about you touching their pee-pees and putting your pee-pee in their bums."
His father lost his smile "Son.. that's what we have to talk about.. it's true. For 17 years as a school janitor I was a filthy sodomite. I'd take little 12 year old 'pee-pees' in my mouth and get them hard. Once the lad was past the point of caring, I'd get him to stick it in my bum. Then I'd have my way with them. It was a good 17 year stretch but now, with these new damn laws, I'll have to keep my penchant for anal excusions strictly here at home. 'Home is where the Hard is' you know."
Is that better, dear?
I feel an incredible urge to look up your home address from whois, and beat you into a bloody pulp, but unfortunatly, I don't know where San Frnacisco is.
What can I say, I hate cats.
How true
Wet Beaver?
Then why do you post with your karma bonus?
:P
Hey at least I'm at -1. (little mishap with a funny post, moderated to +5 funny, yet it somehow cost me something like 8 karma points because of overrated/funny/overrated/funny cycles.)
No I'm not bitter
I didn't know crackwhores had regular access to computers. Please explain.
You have eloquently voiced my exact feelings. Thank you.
That's fucking great, from positive karma straight to terrible karma, because I post ONE funny comment (currently at +5)
Hey Taco, did you ever realize that when funny mods do not increase karma, overrated mods should not decrease it?
And the best part is, overrated does not go into metamod. Briliant. Just briliant.
Yeah, because spoofing sender addresses is SOOOO hard.
"Hi, this is your sys admin, could you please run these patches, because there's a new virus out, and I don't want anyone to get infected."
Is that /. slang for masturbation or something?
or heck, even a promiscuous traffic logger
What's that, a street hooker with a notepad?
Oh, you meant ethereal. My bad.
sign the petition to get him back
In fact, Tom Bombadil is the Witch King of Angmar
Most compelling evidence:
2. You never see the two of them together.
I really do feel bad for the RIAA members (not the RIAA itself). They are stuck having to eventually face the fact that they are 80% of the way to extinction. Can anyone realy imagine a future 50 years down the road where anyone is interested in buying a piece of plastic with music on it?
Yes, storing it in a way that does not rot too fast or get deleted for video game space is valuable, but I see the future retailers of music being the clubs that host musicians. They should strike a deal with the performers that they host to sell the music via a Web site and via a kiosk at the show.
Here's one business model for that:
Club makes USB-fobs that contain the customer's name, credit info (or a key that they look up the credit info in their database with) and email address. The customer goes to a show and likes it, so they walk over to the kiosk and plug in their fob to order the "album" on the way out. The kiosk notes the purchase in the database and sends email to the customer with a link to download the music from the Web site.
Quick, easy, and here's the best part: you don't care about file-swappers because you get the customer at the exact point where they decide they like the music. You don't care if the 5 billion people who never come to your club swap this music around. What you care about is that your club (and the artist who gets a cut) made some extra money from a customer. You win, they win and the band wins.
But, I still feel bad for the labels who are doomed because they can't make a "star" anymore out of some semi-talented performer who they can stick on MTV. Or more to the point, they can make the star, but there's soon going to be no point in terms of selling CDs.
Why is all American military equipment named after tribes they exterminated and their artefacts?
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Why would you want to do that? ascii not good enough for you?
You're as innocent as a filthy fag can be.
Ok, do that thing with the fish, and I'll believe you.
Then why not link to http://us.imdb.com/title/tt0073195/fullcredits?
btw, have you considered becoming gay? Gays are a lot less picky about casual sex than women, and they give better blowjobs too.
I am not familiar with an intel divide error joke. Please explain.
I love kittens. They taste just like chicken.
It probably says: "Damn, does anyone remember why it was a good idea to move these 100 ton rocks here in the first place?"
Damn, you beat me to it.