Author: fozbaca

Neighbor-Sex a chronicle of the nextdoor neighbors and their deafening and oddly-timed sex.

Reminds me of the Slum days, <shudder>Bob and his women</shudder>.
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Got certified as an Apprentice over at Advogato today. Mutch rejoicing. Time to find some code to release.

CVS–Concurrent Versions System – Table of Contents, on my must read list.

Project Bait and Switch

“In all cases, the blocking companies agreed to block the pages we submitted in their “hate speech” categories. We then
contacted the blocking companies to ask if they would block the organizations whose Web pages were the sources of our
anti-gay quotes.

So far, all of the censorware companies in our experiment have been back-pedaling since then, saying that they will not
block the pages which were the original sources for the anti-gay quotes. Naturally, Peacefire does not advocate censoring
these pages, but only because we are against censorship in general. If blocking software claims to block sites which
“denigrate people based on sexual orientation” — as almost all censorware companies claim to do, in their published
definitions of “hate speech” — then the sites that we listed clearly meet those criteria.”

Way to go kids.
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This post, the liner notes for Johnny Cash’s “Murder” album goes pretty far toward describing what Johnny’s songs about the poor, white criminal really do. As Tarantino suggests, the real distinction between Cash’s thugs and the gangsta rappers of the last decade is that Cash portrays these men as subjects to be pitied, helped, and redeemed. Just read further and you’ll see the lyrics for “Man in Black,” which really put the sentiment here into words.

Air Conditioning is out at work. All the windows don’t open. Management is all locked into meetings so we can’t bother them about letting us work from home. This sucks!!!

Winer on Microoft

“I can’t believe it, I feel like I’m talking to a four-year-old. Stop treating us like we’re stupid. A lot of us get it. You got caught. Nailed.

…

That’s where the conversation begins.”