Monthly Archives: July 2007

If Porn had DRM

I was trolling along the Alt.Sex.Stories.Discussions newsgroups and found this.. It is a adult tale so you will have to click the read more to read it... but if your brave enough.. consider what the RIAA and MPAA want for our lives....

*edit*
I just submitted this to DIGG.com
http://digg.com/security/If_Porn_had_DRM_NSFW_will_porn_be_safe_in_the_future

Root Kit

Well, he did it. It cost him a week's worth of money from his mowing
gig, lots of courage, and then ten minutes of sheer terror at the
corner store -- but he finally did it.

Eric dashed into his bedroom, completely forgetting his plans to look
casual. Once inside, he slid the chair under the doorknob, made sure
the door was secure, then leaned back and panted heavily. It did not
seem like his arrival had attracted any unwanted attention. Good.

Eric removed the magazine from underneath his jacket and peered at it
hungrily. He was sixteen, horny, but more importantly, he was now
proud owner of the latest issue of Babespread Digital.

Holding his breath, almost reverently, he examined the brown plastic
cover of the magazine. It was plain and unassuming, but for a sixteen-
year-old, it was shrink-wrapped heaven. Tingling with anticipation, he
carefully tore along the short edge of the envelope and slid out the
magazine. The cover alone made him feel light-headed.

Eric flipped a few pages randomly, then stopped at a picture of an
attractive Asian girl in a very revealing outfit. He shivered when he
realized just what she was doing with her hand.

He double-checked the door to make sure that it was secure, then
reached his bed in two hungry leaps. He carefully placed the magazine
by the pillow, then dropped his shorts.

The page went blank.

"What the hell?"

Suddenly, to his horror, he heard a polite cough coming from somewhere
behind him.

"Ah-hem."

Eric jerked his head in panic, and saw a small, serious-looking
elderly man standing on his bedsheets. He was dressed in a three-piece
suit and held a thin leather briefcase.

"What the hell! Who the fuck are you?" Eric yelled, quickly pulling up
his shorts.

"Hello there," said the small elderly man, who seemed completely
unperturbed by the situation. He walked carefully across the folds of
the untidy bed and settled down on the side of Eric's table, opening
his briefcase.

"I am here to represent the Pornographic Industry Media Protection
Agency of America, hereon referred to as "PIMPAA", in the case of
intellectual property infringement that occurred at this location..."
he glanced up at the clock on the wall, "at two fifty-five in the
afternoon." He jotted down a few notes on his legal pad. "How do you
plead?"

There was a long loaded pause, and then Eric repeated:

"Who in the fuck's fuck are you?"

The elderly man sighed and put down his legal pad.

"Look, take it easy, son." He pulled out a handkerchief from his
pocket, and proceeded to clean his glasses in a grandfatherly manner.
"I'm not really here -- I'm just an AI agent. I'm all in your head."

"In... In my wha?"

The small man pointed at the carefully torn magazine cover still
laying in the dust by the door.

"If you read the small print, you will find that by opening the
package you have agreed to installing a digital rights management
agent. That is to say," he stuck a thumb into his chest, "me." He put
his glasses back on and stuffed the handkerchief into the inner pocket
of his vest. "My task is to make sure that our consumers, that means
-- you," he pointed his finger at Eric, "only use our products as
permitted by the license."

He paused, and then added:

"Would you like me to read you the license?"

Eric stared.

"How... Wait, what?"

"I'll take it as a yes, even though I'll note that by removing the
magazine cover you have indicated that you have read and agreed to all
terms of the license."

He shuffled the paperwork and cleared his throat.

"This end-user license agreement, hereon referred to as EULA, is a
legal agreement between you, either an individual or a single entity,
and the Pornographic Industry Media Protection Agency of America,
hereon referred to as PIMPAA, for the use of..."

"No, wait, wait!"

"Yes?" the elderly man raised his eyes from the paperwork.

"How... How long is it?"

"Sixty three pages, with several addenda."

"Fuck it."

"As you wish." He folded the papers and put them away.

There was a pause.

"I can summarize," offered the elderly man. "In layman's terms, you're
free to look at the images, but you cannot use the property of PIMPAA
for unlicensed gratification."

"Huh?"

The small man seemed annoyed.

"Look, it's simple. You can look but you can't touch." The old man
glanced at Eric over his glasses. "And by that I mean yourself."

It took a few moments before Eric quite understood.

"Wait, you're telling me... I bought this for nothing?" he waived at
the magazine.

The old man looked shocked.

"Oh, no, by no means. You are quite free to use our product as
permitted by the license, which specifically grants you a non-
transferable right to access the media using visual or other means.
However, should you wish to use it for something... more, you will be
required to obtain a gratification license, which, of course, is
available for purchase through the usual channels."

The small elderly man glanced at the magazine, still open on the
pillow.

"Miss Chang, for example, is currently on special for only $9.95 per
each use."

"Ten bucks!"

"Taxes not included."

"That's insane! Wait, per each use?"

"Look, young man, the artists deserve to be paid. Miss Chang, for
example, has three children, two of them in college."

"What do I care? Wait... what? But she's, like, nineteen!"

"Some of our models may be slightly retouched, please read the fine
print." The old man shuffled the papers in his lap and changed the
subject. "Let's get back to our case. You have two options -- one is
to purchase the gratification license and pay a small infringement
penalty. This will let you be... er... merrily on your way. Another
option, of course, is not to pay and thus lose all access to PIMPAA-
licensed media."

Eric felt dizzy.

"Ten bucks?"

"Plus fifty dollars infringement penalty."

"That is more than I paid for the magazine!"

The old man shrugged and said nothing. Eric glanced at his decimated
coin jar and wished it fuller.

"Look, uh... I don't have sixty bucks right now."

The old man shrugged again and put the papers away in his briefcase.

"I'm afraid, we will have to go with option number two, then. Until
the infringement penalty is fully paid, your access to all PIMPAA-
owned media will remain restricted."

The old man got up and straightened his suit.

"Do give us a call if you reconsider."

"Yeah, whatever, just go away."

The small elderly man vanished. Eric looked hopefully at the magazine
and even turned a few pages. They were now all blank, including the
cover, where only the title words remained. Eric sighed and tossed it
under the bed.

The flesh was still willing.

He got up and pulled out the world atlas from the top shelf of his
bookcase. Inside it, between Honduras and Honolulu, was and old issue
of Hustler he had found a few years back, while helping his uncle with
a garage sale. These days, he was only slightly distracted by the
crazy hairstyles.

Eric opened the magazine on the bookmarked page, and was horrified to
see that it, too, had gone blank.

"What the hell?"

He quickly flipped the magazine and saw that, just like Babespread
Digital, it had all gone blank.

"What the hell! You fucking bastards!"

The small man reappeared just where he had been a minute ago.

"You called?"

"What is the meaning of this?" Eric showed him the blank issue of
Hustler.

The elderly man glanced at the magazine and then looked back at Eric.

"Yes, it's like I said. Until the infringement penalty is paid, all
access to PIMPAA-licensed media will remain restricted."

"But this magazine is ancient!"

"That doesn't change anything, it's still PIMPAA property."

"No, I mean, it's not even digital -- it's ink, look!"

The elderly man smiled.

"Oh, the pictures are there, you're just not allowed to see them. The
restriction works on a more basic level."

There was a pause while Eric digested the news.

"Wait, you mean to say -- it's in my head? You fucking messed with my
head?!"

"Like I said at the very beginning of our conversation, by opening the
magazine cover you have agreed to the installation of a digital rights
management agent."

There was a loaded pause. The elderly man continued:

"It works by blocking access to restricted media on the most basic
level. It's really the only effective solution -- all earlier attempts
to enforce digital rights have failed."

"I don't care, uninstall it!"

The elderly man shook his head.

"I'm sorry, that cannot be done."

"Turn it off!"

"Impossible."

Eric staggered.

"You mean to say, I'm stuck forever with this?"

The small elderly man was unwaivering.

"It's really quite unobtrusive as long as you don't infringe."

Eric felt dizzy and sat down in a chair. There was no way he could
afford to be sixteen at ten dollars a pop. He tried to think of his
old favorites from the Hustler only to see them all turn up blank. The
old man shook his head:

"Any PIMPAA-licensed media you may have in your memory is also going
to be restricted until the infringement penalty is paid. It is really
in your interest to do so. In time, you will find that with proper
budgeting the fees are quite sensible."

Eric groaned and put his face in his hands.

"Fuck off," he said grimly.

A few moments passed in utter silence. Suddenly, Eric had a glimmer of
hope. There was this one time last year, during summer camp. He and
the guys had sneaked up behind a bathroom window to peek at the girl
counselors while they were taking a shower. Sure, there was barely any
light, but he saw all he needed, and most importantly, the memory of
this event stood up vividly in his mind.

"Go away," he said to the old man, sitting up.

"Suit yourself," shrugged the old man. "Though I will note that none
of these girls are remotely comparable to the selection of models
offered by PIMPAA."

"I said, fuck off!"

The small man vanished again. Eric crashed on his bed and tried to
concentrate on the memory. After a few minutes, he felt comfortable
enough to reach for the button on his shorts.

"Sorry, me again." The elderly man was back sitting on Eric's desk,
now flicking through a thick stack of papers. "I've been reviewing
your file and it came to my attention that you may wish to purchase
indemnity for our 'one flick and you're done' patent..."

Eric sighed and sat up. The mood was gone.

July, 2007
Montreal, Quebec

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“Politically Correct My Ass” (joke/maybe real?)

Found this on the interwebs last night and wanted to post it. its not politically correct at all and I consider it just a joke...

(don't know if its real or not, but enjoy)

AUSTRALIAN COURT DOCKET 12659---CASE OF THE PREGNANT LADY

A lady about 8 months pregnant got on a bus. She noticed the man
opposite her was smiling at her. She immediately moved to another
seat.

This time the smile turned into a grin, so she moved again. The
man seemed more amused.

When on the fourth move, the man burst out laughing,she
complained to the driver that she was being stalked and
harrassed; and so the driver had the man arrested.

The case came up in court.

The judge asked the man (about 20 years old) what he had to say
for himself. The man replied, "Well your Honor, it was like
this: When the lady got on the bus, I couldn't help but notice
her condition.

She sat down under a sign that said, "The Double Mint Twins are
Coming" and I grinned."

"Then she moved and sat under a sign that said, "Logan's
Liniment will reduce the swelling, and I had to smile.

"Then she placed herself under a deodorant sign that said,
"William's Big Stick Did the Trick", and I could hardly contain
myself."

"BUT, your Honor, when She moved
the fourth time and sat under a sign that said, Goodyear Rubber
could have prevented this Accident... I just lost it."

"CASE DISMISSED!!"

mementh’s exxcel sheet for runescape 7-25-07

well folks i decided to post my excel worksheets i use for my runescape skill levels.

I have been using these for about three years? and i wanted ot posted because a fellow pmod helped me with a recent update

I used to use the link runescape normal highscore lookup which loads a whole page

well Jagex decided to put a simple html only page to allow people like me and other sites to get data quickly This is the new link i am using

this does two things gets the data quickly.... and it also saves jagex money since they only send the data the person wants

but since i wanted others to see this or comment i am posting it here

My Excel sheet for public

pepsi

ok..i love pepsi.. and the comics i real http://www.reallifecomics.com also loves the soda pepsi

well about a year ago i was in the #runescape channel and this happened

[03:14:47] the secret to fixing the taste of pepsi is to add whisky
[03:16:14] Militaris BLASPHEMY!!!!! YOU DARE TO ALTER THE TASTE OF THE NECTAR OF THE GODS!
[03:16:47] Yeap I just added whisky to it
[03:17:01] I improved on the work of the gods
[03:17:17] Maybe I improved it a little to much
[03:17:38] Militaris you should be taken out and stoned for your blasphemious words
[03:17:41] I wonder of the dogs want a taste
[03:18:53] It is good
[03:19:10] Only one thing would of made it better
[03:19:20] If I had coke instead
[03:19:33] haha Mementh is going to kill you =pp
[03:19:40] Militaris GET OUT OF HERE!!!!!
[03:19:57] Leave and never come back you heratic

this lead me to want to post some photos

IRC chat

Pepsi comics







Digg artical/transformers "A Letter to Optimus Prime from GEICO

Open_Letter_to_Optimus_Prime_from_GEICO

A LETTER TO
OPTIMUS PRIME
FROM HIS GEICO
AUTO INSURANCE
AGENT.
BY JOHN FRANK WEAVER

- - - -

Dear Mr. Prime,

We have received your accident-claim reports for the month of June they total 27. I regret to inform you that GEICO will not be able to reimburse you for any of those repairs. I feel that I have sent the same letter to you once a month for the last six months, and I am now sending it again.

Since becoming a GEICO customer in January of this year, you have reported 131 accidents, requesting reimbursement for repairs necessitated by each one. You have claimed not to be responsible in any of them, usually listing the cause of the accident as either "Sneak attack by Decepticons" or "Unavoidable damage caused by protecting freedom for all sentient beings."

The only repairs for which you were reimbursed were the replacement of a cracked fender and a headlight, required after a Mr. I. Ron Hide backed his van into your truck; these cost $1,286.63. Our own investigation concluded that you were not at fault and that Mr. Hide had been drinking prior to the accident. Though police were unable to test his blood-alcohol level Mr. Hide claimed that it would be impossible for police to examine his blood-alcohol content with a Breathalyzer, because he "doesn't breathe" under Washington-state law, refusal to take a Breathalyzer test is equivalent to returning a result above the legal level.

But, I repeat, those were the only repairs for which you have been reimbursed, and it was a very minor accident in comparison to your other claims. I mention a few to illustrate the larger trend:

* $379,431.34 requested reimbursement for repairs to your truck cabin. You claimed the damage was caused by attacking fighter jets.

* $665,789.11 requested reimbursement for repairs to your trailer. You claimed the damage was caused by a giant mechanical scorpion, which I can only assume is some amusement-park ride, although I question the wisdom of bringing your mobile home so close to such dangerous equipment.

* $6,564,239.44 requested reimbursement for repairs to a truck part called the "Autobot Matrix of Leadership." You stated this occurred in "an ultimate confrontation between good and evil," with a Ms. Meg Atron and a Mr. U. Nicron causing the damage in question. Mr. Prime, I have checked every known car- and truck-part catalog published in the United States and have found nothing even resembling that part, never mind any part so expensive. Whatever disagreements you had with Ms. Atron and Mr. Nicron, I suggest that next time you either settle things peaceably or leave your Autobot Matrix of Leadership at home so it doesn't break. GEICO does not cover Autobot Matrix of Leaderships.

And the list goes on. Mr. Prime, I am going to remind you again: Your policy with GEICO only reimburses you for accidents that occur while you are engaged in the reasonable use of your truck and trailer. As I told you when you originally purchased the policy, GEICO does not offer Megatron coverage, Starscream coverage, Soundwave coverage, Decepticon coverage, or Energon-blast coverage. Those are just not the types of damages we would expect from reasonable use.

To sum up, GEICO has been unable to reimburse you for any repairs, but due to the high number of accidents you have been a party to this month, combined with the many accidents you have had in the preceding five months, your premium has increased to $235,567.50 per month. While that may seem like a lot, I remind you that it is a savings of $137 over Progressive and $98 over State Farm. Please have your check into our main office by the end of July.

Regards,

Simon Furman
GEICO Agent

A coupla Digg POsts And Youtube Vids

Watch it.. its.. HE HE HE

Super MARIO!!!!

http://www.digg.com/health/Study_Circum ... tive_Parts
I will say i thought this was a known thing???

http://www.digg.com/offbeat_news/The_10 ... al_Readers
I am a 10 second reader and i hate people who can't write to suit my style.. (Guess that means i hate myself)


OMG they are STEALING OUR COWS
http://digg.com/design/The_Alien_Abduction_Lamp

http://www.digg.com/apple/How_the_Apple ... o_the_iPod
I think these are just freaking funny :)

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