I saw this video linked on Slashdot and enjoyed the tune and video so much that I wanted to share the video with the world! Actually, there was a longer post planned about SOPA and rights and.... but it's late, so I just want to see if I can insert a youtube video. Enjoy!
Edit: Success! Does anyone know who the singers are that show up at 1:10 and 1:48? Whoever is singing at 1:48 has a magnificent voice. I have trouble believing that anyone can sing on pitch that well. Amazing!
EDIT: The singer at 1:48 is Kim Dotcom, the owner of MegaUpload. He used an Auto-Tune'r to sing on pitch.
EDIT2: MegaUpload has been shut down by the US Government for racketeering, money laundering, and criminal copyright infringement. I may or may not post more on this, but the case is ludicrous. OK. just one item.... nevermind. It turned into a 2 paragraphs of educational information about copyright and MegaUpload.
Sunday, December 18, 2011
Thursday, December 01, 2011
Hitchhikers Are Always Unique
Due to very urgent work demands, I was going into work early Tuesday morning. 3 AM early. And in a dark part of the road I barely saw a hand waving on the side of the street. Always willing to lend assistance to a hitchhiker, I braked quickly and pulled off the road. As the hitchhiker drew closer to the car, I pulled my wallet, phone, window shade, old Taco Bell bag, and various napkins off the front seat into other less obtrusive areas. By the time I had pulled everything off and the hitchhiker was getting to the door, I had put on my smiling face reserved for friendly strangers. (Not a creepy smile! Really!) As the lady (we'll call her Ramona) got into my car, she said 'Thanks, I live along beach street with my daughter, you're not a cop are you?' Her speech was very slurred as though she was very drunk with alcohol. I smiled and said, "Nope. Where can I drop you off at?" As she closed the door and finished settling she asked for a cigarette and I said I didn't smoke. By this time I had re-relocated my wallet with a bunch of loose dollar bills from the dashboard to one of the many pockets in my work pants. I started the car moving forward and she said that if we find somewhere quiet we can get together if I have 40 bucks. As I continued my drive over the bridge, I smiled, lightly chuckled and said the I would pass for tonight.
She assured me that she doesn't normally do this but she is just doing it tonight once to .... something about taxi home. (keep in mind. She is a bit hard to understand with her slurring.) I smiled some more and asked again if there is anywhere I can drive her. She asked me to just drop her off at the Chicken place up ahead on ----- so she can keep looking for a guy because more people will be passing the chicken place. (The chicken place is only about 3 to 4 blocks away, but considering how cold it was, I wouldn't pass up a free drive.) About a block away from the chicken store Ronda says that she has time to do ..slur.. smaller. She again mentions that she's just visiting and isn't normally like this. That her boob job was 3 grand. By this point I pulled off the road into the entryway of the chicken store. She asks if I would like to touch them. After I decline to touch her boob job and decline yet again even a small offer for her time. As Ronda started opening the car door, I rifle through my wallet and give her 40 dollars and tell her that I hope the rest of the night goes well for her.
She was a bit confused at that point and asked if I was just giving that to her?
"Sure. Have a great night."
I didn't want to find somewhere quiet or something?
"No, that's fine, it is just a gift since you said you needed 40." I give a small shrug.
She asks if I can take her farther up ------ to the first gas-station.
"Sure."
Ronda closes my car door again and we head off into the night yet again. As we turned onto -----, she said the first gas station is on the left before the next light and she and can call a cab. (Definitely a local if she knows about a gas station 5 or 6 blocks farther along.) As I drive from the Chicken store she makes a few successful attempts to not throw up on my car floor. She tells me that she is very drunk. (No! I would have never guessed!) As I pulled in to the gas station, Ronda said she was going to call a taxi to go home, and she asked two or three times, even as she was getting out of the car, that I watch to make sure she got into the gas station safely. She got out and went around the front corner of the store (I parked on the side). I backed up and pulled ahead to the front and waited to make sure she got inside alright. I don't think that the convenience store clerk would have let her in if I hadn't been idling, watching. Either he thought I was a crazy stalker of drunks or that I knew the lady and was making sure she got home safely. From his body language, he seemed to relax a bit when he saw me and then opened the door, and I got the impression that the attendant thought I knew the lady and was just making sure she was safe. The lady waved a little and I took that as my cue to fade into the sunrise.
Ronda was a master of phrasing. Even through the slur, I could clearly understand what she wanted. Even though she never directly mentioned sex, she phrased it in such a way that her intent was clear when she made her proposition. I wish I could remember her exact wording. I can't remember the exact words, just the enjoyment in the clever wording she used.
I was also a bit slow off the mark. Had I been less sleepy and a bit quicker on the uptake I would have offered to drop her off near her house. I doubt she would have taken me up on the offer, but I wish I would have offered.
Where I live, I get a lot of homeless coming up to me and asking for money. All of them ooze insincerity: a child is sick, need money to get back north, a police conspiracy, etc. Only one couple, apparently homeless, ever seemed sincere ( and I later saw that they used my gift for what they said they would use it for). Oddly enough. Romona seemed sincere in that she was only going to get enough money to get a taxi home.
She assured me that she doesn't normally do this but she is just doing it tonight once to .... something about taxi home. (keep in mind. She is a bit hard to understand with her slurring.) I smiled some more and asked again if there is anywhere I can drive her. She asked me to just drop her off at the Chicken place up ahead on ----- so she can keep looking for a guy because more people will be passing the chicken place. (The chicken place is only about 3 to 4 blocks away, but considering how cold it was, I wouldn't pass up a free drive.) About a block away from the chicken store Ronda says that she has time to do ..slur.. smaller. She again mentions that she's just visiting and isn't normally like this. That her boob job was 3 grand. By this point I pulled off the road into the entryway of the chicken store. She asks if I would like to touch them. After I decline to touch her boob job and decline yet again even a small offer for her time. As Ronda started opening the car door, I rifle through my wallet and give her 40 dollars and tell her that I hope the rest of the night goes well for her.
She was a bit confused at that point and asked if I was just giving that to her?
"Sure. Have a great night."
I didn't want to find somewhere quiet or something?
"No, that's fine, it is just a gift since you said you needed 40." I give a small shrug.
She asks if I can take her farther up ------ to the first gas-station.
"Sure."
Ronda closes my car door again and we head off into the night yet again. As we turned onto -----, she said the first gas station is on the left before the next light and she and can call a cab. (Definitely a local if she knows about a gas station 5 or 6 blocks farther along.) As I drive from the Chicken store she makes a few successful attempts to not throw up on my car floor. She tells me that she is very drunk. (No! I would have never guessed!) As I pulled in to the gas station, Ronda said she was going to call a taxi to go home, and she asked two or three times, even as she was getting out of the car, that I watch to make sure she got into the gas station safely. She got out and went around the front corner of the store (I parked on the side). I backed up and pulled ahead to the front and waited to make sure she got inside alright. I don't think that the convenience store clerk would have let her in if I hadn't been idling, watching. Either he thought I was a crazy stalker of drunks or that I knew the lady and was making sure she got home safely. From his body language, he seemed to relax a bit when he saw me and then opened the door, and I got the impression that the attendant thought I knew the lady and was just making sure she was safe. The lady waved a little and I took that as my cue to fade into the sunrise.
Ronda was a master of phrasing. Even through the slur, I could clearly understand what she wanted. Even though she never directly mentioned sex, she phrased it in such a way that her intent was clear when she made her proposition. I wish I could remember her exact wording. I can't remember the exact words, just the enjoyment in the clever wording she used.
I was also a bit slow off the mark. Had I been less sleepy and a bit quicker on the uptake I would have offered to drop her off near her house. I doubt she would have taken me up on the offer, but I wish I would have offered.
Where I live, I get a lot of homeless coming up to me and asking for money. All of them ooze insincerity: a child is sick, need money to get back north, a police conspiracy, etc. Only one couple, apparently homeless, ever seemed sincere ( and I later saw that they used my gift for what they said they would use it for). Oddly enough. Romona seemed sincere in that she was only going to get enough money to get a taxi home.
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