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Posted: Thu Jun 26, 2008 2:31 am
by Schroedingers Cat
"We tried to come up with comparison search terms that would embody typical American values," Mr. Walters said. "What is more American than apple pie?" But according to the search service, he said, "people are at least as interested in group sex and orgies as they are in apple pie."

Chris Hansen, a staff lawyer for the national office of the American Civil Liberties Union, called the tactic clever and novel, but said it underscored the power of the Internet to reveal personal preferences -- something that raises concerns about the collection of personal information.

"That's why a lot of people are nervous about Google or Yahoo having all this data," he said.

Subscribe to Google Blackmail now: Because We Know You Know We Know.

Posted: Thu Jun 26, 2008 6:04 pm
by Dr. Dos

Posted: Sun Jun 29, 2008 5:18 pm
by Schroedingers Cat
Ernst Choukula was born the third child to Estonian landowers in the late autumn of 1873. His parents, Ivan and Brushken Choukula, were well-established traders of Baltic grain who-- by the early twentieth century--had established a monopolistic hold on the export markets of Lithuania, Latvia and southern Finland. A clever child, Ernst advanced quickly through secondary schooling and, at the age of nineteen, was managing one of six Talinn-area farms, along with his father, and older brother, Grinsh.

By twenty-four, he appeared in his first "barrelled cereal" endorsement, as the Choukula family debuted "Ernst Choukula's Golden Wheat Muesli", a packaged mix that was intended for horses, mules, and the hospital ridden. Belarussian immigrant silo-tenders started cutting the product with vodka, creating a crude mush-paste they called "gruhll" or "gruell," and would eat the concoction each morning before work. The trend unwittingly spread, with alcohol being replaced by sheep--and then cow's--milk, and the demand for the Choukula's "cereal" reached as far south as Poland and as far west as the northern Jutland province of Denmark. It wasn't long before the unmistakable image (the original packaging, a three gallon wooden vat which featured a burnt etching of a jubilant, overalled Ernst holding a large dog and grinning broadly) made a pop-cultural splash throughout the entirety of Europe and northern Africa. In fact, Tunisia's "Carthaginian Sand Crunch" was seen as the first imitation of the Choukula form; the aforementioned product was presented in broad leathern bags with the woven insignia of a nude tribesman holding a sword and a bunched stalk of oats. Sadly, this would neither be the first nor the tamest appropriation of Ernst's iconic visage.

Meanwhile, in the "textile paradise"-region of Schenectady / Elmira New York, General Peter Mills--a celebrated turret gunner in McKinley's navy--was first beginning to mine America's seemingly insatiable desire to consume food before high noon. The trend, initially known in the United States as "brekkfest" had first appeared in 1903, with Dominic Eggo's invention of "wassled" or "waffled" bread, and really picked up steam throughout the teens and twenties, when eating in the morning was no longer deemed a sin by the Anglo-Catholic church. News of Choukula's economic domination across the Atlantic fascinated and troubled Mills, who was eager for similar success. In 1927, while vacationing the Iberian peninsula, he first encountered three discarded barrels of "Duke Choukula's Animal Supplement" (the name and design of the product had undergone several makeovers throughout the previous seven years, the most recent of which featured Ernst dressed in a cape and tiara, reflecting his family's oft-disputed ties to Eurasian royalty). Immediately intrigued, Mills brought one with him on his boat ride back to the States, and spent the twenty-three day trip obsessively studying the packaging.

In the spring of 1929, General Mills' "Prince Chocula's Morning Digestive" was picked up for distribution in three dozen pharmacies, grocery stands and agrarian carts throughout New York, Pennsylvania, New Jersey and northern Maryland. The public response was confused and angered at the recipe's savory, clove-like sting; apparently a confusion over the name led many to believe the breakfast was made from chocolate, and by 1931 the formula had been updated to reflect the nation's collective sweet tooth. In 1932, boxes were labeled simply "Count Chocula's Chocolate Food" and Peter Mills was named Life Magazine's "Humanitarian of the Year, 1933".

Ernst Chocula died in a Ukrainian cabin, penniless and alone, having descended into a type of brain-madness.

Posted: Tue Jul 01, 2008 6:00 am
by Farm
Image

Posted: Tue Jul 01, 2008 6:01 am
by Farm
^ps this should be a new smiley just sayin

Posted: Tue Jul 01, 2008 7:36 am
by Alexis Janson

Posted: Sat Jul 05, 2008 1:48 pm
by Zenith Nadir
This is an interactive hentai game demo featuring Midna from Zelda Twilight Princess. It is a collaboration work with Buttercupsaiyan.

I put as many full animations on here as I can. Not all my submissions are demos, so please check those out too.

Please enjoy.

Posted: Sat Jul 05, 2008 4:44 pm
by Alexis Janson

Posted: Sat Jul 05, 2008 9:02 pm
by Dr. Dos

Posted: Sat Jul 05, 2008 9:10 pm
by Alexis Janson
Giant rubber snake could be the future of wave power

Posted: Sun Jul 06, 2008 12:08 am
by Dr. Dos

Posted: Tue Jul 08, 2008 7:17 am
by NickBush24
Opeth – Deliverance 1
Opeth – My Arms, Your Hearse 1

Posted: Tue Jul 08, 2008 10:36 am
by Alexis Janson
Daniel Battsek

Posted: Tue Jul 08, 2008 2:25 pm
by wil
#cycle 1
:a
/i
#change red water invisible
#change red breakable water
#change red normal breakable
#if any green normal b
#if any yellow normal c
#if any purple normal d
#a
:b
#change white invisible player
#end
:c
#change cyan invisible player
#end
:d

Posted: Tue Jul 08, 2008 10:15 pm
by Zenith Nadir
one night he went out dancing
much too soon the night was done
so he asked some people over
they could keep on having fun
he said it's cool, invite some friends
a lot of people soon stopped by
the house was filled with strangers
he let everyone inside
then things got a little crazy
a few more hours quickly passed
slowly people started leaving
he was up until the last
standing in his living room
he surveyed all the mess
he gave up and went to bed
declared his party a success

getting ready the next morning
went to put some product in his hair
reached over to the bathroom shelf
but the bedhead wasn't there
he looked under the sink
blinked his eyes in disbelief
the bedhead was really gone
someone at the party was a thief
bedhead is expensive
that was a shitty thing to do
don't drink someone's else's beer
and then swipe their belongings too
i wrote a song about stealing bikes
you know it's not entirely true
theft's a lot less awesome
when it's happening to you