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Looks pretty eerie! 
Nice post, keep em coming!
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"The owner of the first manufactured model of the CataCombo Sound System is Fredrik Hjelmquist. He allows strangers to add tracks to his playlist 'Pause 4-ever' " [^].
This piece of kit gives me an idea for a story: an ex-wife who is a hacker discovers her ex-husband (they had the "bitter" flavor divorce) has purchased this system, and now "uses" it. She hacks into it, and sets it to play Karen Carpenter singing "We've Only Just Begun" in an endless-loop: the song her ex hated the most because, when he was kidnapped by FARC rebels in Columbia, they played that song over-and-over into the hidden bunker where the captives were kept in order to keep them confused, and subdued, by sensory overload, and reduce the cocaine rations for the hostages.
Perhaps I can tie the story into the "real events" of Operation Jaque in 2008: http://en.wikipedia.org/wiki/Operation_Jaque[^].
But, naturally, the story will not stop there: something unexpected must happen ... perhaps supernatural ... next. Or perhaps the story could be told in the form of a dialogue between two earth-worms who take a break from eating dirt near the system.
yours, Bill
Google CEO, Erich Schmidt: "I keep asking for a product called Serendipity. This product would have access to everything ever written or recorded, know everything the user ever worked on and saved to his or her personal hard drive, and know a whole lot about the user's tastes, friends and predilections." 2004, USA Today interview
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It is no sillier than giving the dead fine walnut polished caskets with brass handles and silk bedding.
We should do the smart thing and bury 'em naked.
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My mother asked for a cardboard coffin and a cremation, so that was what we arranged. Annoyingly, a cardboard coffin both looks much worse than a wooden one, and costs more...
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Please note that in some areas noughts are always replaced with zeros by law, and many facilities cannot recycle zeroes - in this case, please bury them in your back garden and water frequently.
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Hi MehG,
I'm in your camp on this one, and agree that all the trappings are meaningless, inherently. Although I recognize that rituals like funerals, all over the world, in different cultures, have certain "forms," and they are meant (as is marriage) for the families, and communities, of the nominal protagonists (the deceased, or those doomed to being married). Making public rituals also acts of conspicuous display of wealth, and consumption, is also as human as warfare.
I've already made arrangement$ for being barbecued until turned to ash with a Thai Wat (Buddhist Temple); they do a fine cremation ceremony, even using their budget plan: your corpse is chanted over quite a bit, which can be soothing to mourners (if you have any); various rituals are performed; and, nine Monks are given new robes by your friends or relatives (if you have any), just before they light the after-burners.
I read a few years ago that a Korean company had found a way to turn human ashes into kind of hard beads, using high-temperatures, and I kind of like the idea of that: you could arrange for post-mortem mailings of beads to people you loved, and people you hated, which I think would be very cool.
bill
Google CEO, Erich Schmidt: "I keep asking for a product called Serendipity. This product would have access to everything ever written or recorded, know everything the user ever worked on and saved to his or her personal hard drive, and know a whole lot about the user's tastes, friends and predilections." 2004, USA Today interview
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If no one is there that can listen to it is it really playing?
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I think I'd like one of those when I go, but rather than paying for a Spotify account, just bury me with an endless loop recording of me yelling, "Get me out of here!!!" at random intervals.
Will Rogers never met me.
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Hurried past the wierdest bloke in the street the other day. He introduced himself as Nathan, and claimed to be the brother of the bloke who co-wrote the "Do they know it's Chrismas" for Band Aid in the 80s. It got really weird when he asked me to pay money for to have, as he put it "kinky sex with his Hoover".
Well, it turns out Nat Ure ab-whores a vacuum.
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Am I the only one wondering why sex with an appliance always has to be kinky?
Whatever the case, the joke works way too hard to get where it's going.
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Odd days happen every other day for me, mostly.
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And me, even.
I wanna be a eunuchs developer! Pass me a bread knife!
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I don't get it. Although I suspect I know where the punchline lies. Perhaps if I knew the words...
Regards,
Rob Philpott.
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I've never heard that before, and apologies for having to explain the joke. That always sucks.
Regards,
Rob Philpott.
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No worries.
OT: Did you find a better way to sort that deflate stream?
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Hollande[^]
There is an official edict on this matter.
So in case you need to know, remember not to look at it or pass it on or otherwise promulgate this image!
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Obscurum per obscurius.
Ad astra per alas porci.
Quidquid latine dictum sit, altum videtur.
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There is nothing as effective for distributing an image as prohibiting the use of it... 
I think Beyonce can sing you a song about it 
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IIRC this is called the Streisand Effect.
The good thing about pessimism is, that you are always either right or pleasently surprised.
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Dalek Dave wrote: There is an official edict on this matter.
Didn't they learn anything a few months ago?[^]
Did you ever see history portrayed as an old man with a wise brow and pulseless heart, waging all things in the balance of reason?
Is not rather the genius of history like an eternal, imploring maiden, full of fire, with a burning heart and flaming soul, humanly warm and humanly beautiful?
--Zachris Topelius
Training a telescope on one’s own belly button will only reveal lint. You like that? You go right on staring at it. I prefer looking at galaxies.
-- Sarah Hoyt
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The text on the board behind him says that 'Today is the first day back to school'.
“That which can be asserted without evidence, can be dismissed without evidence.”
― Christopher Hitchens
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No it doesn't - it says something weird and foreign-looking!
"These people looked deep within my soul and assigned me a number based on the order in which I joined."
- Homer
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I see nothing wrong with the photo. He's clearly delighted to be back at school and starting to learn French.
If there is one thing more dangerous than getting between a bear and her cubs it's getting between my wife and her chocolate.
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I hope politics, economics and diplomacy are on his subject list this term.
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Obscurum per obscurius.
Ad astra per alas porci.
Quidquid latine dictum sit, altum videtur.
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