World of Suck

Him or Her. Black or White. Tall or Short. Old or new. Boxers or Briefs (ok let's not go there). This election has something, no make it two somethings, new. A black man and a white woman running for president. Honestly I don't think either of them could have gone it alone. They'd stand out like a sore thumb against the lily-white field of "standard-fare" candidates. But together, they offer something American's love more than anything... a choice, amongst choices.

"America isn't ready for a black president!"

"How can a woman lead the most powerful country in the world?"

It's pretty funny to think that both of these minorities, representatives of groups that only gained the right to vote *after* white men, are pretenders to the throne. My, what would the founding fathers have thought of us now?

Most disappointing is the fact that no one really cares about what they stand for. Oh certainly the educated, the bored, and the habitually-tv-addicted probably know but the majority of Americans who vote have already chosen based on the simple, unobscurable attributes of race and gender.

Truthfully there is only one demographic of voter that remains a mystery: the african-american woman. To know how she would vote, and why would be edifying for everyone.

... you hit 'grenade' instead of 'reload' ?

A generation plus ago, my mother gave birth to a full-term stillbirth. My father saw the baby - my mother never did. There was absolutely no thought given to naming a baby that never took a breath. There was no thought to marking her grave. No one even blinked an eye that my parents might be in mourning. A few years ago, a friend of mine lost a full term baby. Her and her husband named the baby, had her cremated and buried her ashes under a tree in the yard. The hospital staff were very sympathetic. Both were horrible losses handled in very different ways.

This past summer a Texas couple lost their baby. The woman was in her 2nd trimester, that is between 3 and 6 months gestation. A horrible loss, but it was not nearly a full term baby. The couple went so far as to name the fetus. The couple is now suing the hospital for sending their stillborn son to the cleaners with the soiled linens rather than the morgue - citing "severe emotional distress and mental anguish". While I do find it disturbing and rather disgusting that the hospital would be so careless with biological material, I can understand the mistake. A fetus during this stage of development is about the size of a peach, about 3 to 4 inches long and about 1.5 lbs.

I find it rather evolved that now the medical establishment consider a full-term fetus a baby. Asking the medical establishment, or anyone else, to consider a fetus that is not viable outside the womb and is smaller than many things surgeons send to the incinerator a baby might be expecting a bit much. I encourage the grieving "parents" to grieve in their own way, but leave the courts out of it. The hospital didn't cause the miscarriage, they just perhaps handled the after effects inappropriately.

Maybe I sound a bit heartless, but where do we draw the line? Will we start naming and holding vigils for zygotes when a woman miscarries? And what about the handling of an aborted fetus?

More commentary about the gruesome shooter genre...

So you're knocking around in some long-forgotten steam tunnel. Or maybe you're clawing your way out of the basement of a seedy, beaten down hotel. Perhaps it's the air conditioning ducts, other times it's blood-sodden laboratories.

Regardless of the venue some charming individual has managed to keep the place reasonably well stocked with the latest medical kits and armor vests! How thoughtful of them!

Stepping out of the sanity-mold for a second ponder what this mysterious person's life must be like... I mean obviously the medkits are clean and un-spattered so they had to have been placed there after the carnage. And what about the armor? Neatly folded just like a well-trained butler might manage in some genteel establishment, sans white linens and lace doilies.

Can you imagine Albert, pushing his shiny little cart around the broken bottles and empty ten-gallon drums, loaded to the gunwales with candy-apple red boxes with spanking white crosses on top and a stack of helmets and armor in dry-cleaning plastic piled beneath? Would he carefully place and adjust each item while delicately stepping around the masses of decaying flesh or just toss them with a professional snap like a veteran paper-boy?

With one nattily gloved hand he'd shoo the gaunt spectral denizens that lurked about the edges, pausing but a brief moment to adjust his bowtie in the shattered glass from the firefight just moments before... "Ghastly tedious," he might mutter, "but by Jove the benefits are top-notch".

In the U.K., a goth couple were denied transportation on a public bus. Dani Graves was holding a leash connected to a choke collar around Tasha Maltby's neck. The bus driver evidently told them "We don't let freaks and dogs like you on".

Walking around with a leash around my neck would not be my cup of tea, but if Miss Maltby likes being a "pet" what business is it of mine. She claims being a "pet" is pretty good, and if she is treated half as well as my two cats lazing on the chairs near me, I can certainly understand.

And as for the bus driver - Did he get a crumpet stuffed up his arse? That might account for his foul disposition.

I'm playing a shooter right now, it's fun - meant to be part horror, part scifi type game. But there's lots and lots of gore, and realistic weapons. Yes the computer-generated people bleed red.

The first installment of the game was quite well done. It was the kind of intensity that made you keep the lights on all the time, and jump at the smallest noise. Now, by the second expansion I got the feeling that the novelty has worn off.

Indeed, as I was (in game) sneaking along a wall a pile of bodies suddenly came tumbling down an open manhole above my head (yes, sewer travel is quite naturel for the most part). Without skipping a beat I hopped over and scooped up a rifle that had come clattering down with one of the corpses. As I stared up into the open space I thought 'Hey, any more where that came from? I'm a bit short on shells...'

Yep, probably not what the game designers had intended.

Chuck Norris jokes were "in" perhaps, two, three years ago no... wait, actually they were never "in" per-se. But trolls in game after game love to remind the rest of us that Chuck still symbolizes the "extreme to the point of being retarded".

That's why I love this quote, because it's the real thing:

NAVASOTA, Texas (AP) -- Campaigning for Mike Huckabee, actor Chuck Norris said Sunday that Sen. John McCain is too old to handle the pressures of being president

It's funny enough that anyone would want to have Chuck campaigning for them, much less being quoted. I think it's perfect.

I am back to on-line dating sites. I am minding my own business when this guy IM's me asking me if I will be his sub. I tell him no. I had thought I had dealt with all that I ever would on these sites - Then this guy asks if I am into bestiality. I say "eww".

No kidding, this is what the guy has on his profile:

I'm looking for...
I am looking for a kind, caring sensitive woman and some of those old fashioned morals wouldn't go a miss. So if you are somewhat into health and fitness, who loves the outdoors and a woman who is looking for her soul mate, her best friend, her lover, her everything then I am looking forward to hearing from you...

Yeah, bestiality is such an "old fashioned moral". Where are the rocks these turds crawl out from under? And, Doug_ny, go crawl back under it, where ever it is.

Endings for most games annoy me. Usually the premise is that if someone has played long enough that they'll be sufficiently invested to put up with whatever it takes to finish. Typically the "last level" consists of every really annoying villain type you've fought so far, and double handfuls of them as well. No finesse, no plot - just grind, grind, grind and... again, typically no special rewards for all the grinding either.

I've been chewing through a game recently, and finally got to this "last level". While the game has been somewhat creative, there really are only 5 map types, and maybe a dozen or so villain types. To even get to the final series of bosses you need to kill maybe two hundred of the peon-class monsters to get to the portal and then it's more peon-class types harassing you as you face off against the five big-demi-bosses. Kill those five and it's time to duke it out with the bad-ass himself.

He stuns, does electrical damage, sets you on fire, calls up minions, but still - with patience you can wear him down.

Until the game locks up on you.

When you load back in - voila! you get to play 100% of it all over again. That is if you want to.

...and I don't know if I really want to. I don't think the ending will be all that great, and honestly my ego will survive if I got this far and never played it again.

First Romney did it, then Hillary - They misted up in front of prospective voters. Does this make them look more human? Does this make them look weak?

Frankly does it matter? For me - no. And I told the opinion taker that called me about this issue that it makes no difference to me. And who exactly calls to ask and opinion about something like that?

I'm not talking about horsepower. I've seen them. Maybe you've seen them - the rubber testicles that some people think are amusing to attach to the back underside of their vehicle, typically to a trailer hitch. Funny? Maybe. Tasteless? Sure, but then again there is a bunch of other stuff that is tasteless wandering around the world (Paris, as in Hilton; any number of sports superstars, etc.). I deal with it the way I deal with most other tasteless stuff - laugh if its funny, shrug my shoulders if it ain't. Personally, I think that anyone (insert "man") that finds the need to attach rubber testicles to their vehicle, frequently a big ass truck or SUV, is having a variant of the same identity issues that middle aged men have when they buy a Corvette.

Now a Virginia legislator wants to ban the display of these vehicle balls. Why? Because one of his constituent's young daughters asked her Daddy what they were. Again and again some parent gets asked the same types of questions that their own parents squirmed answering when they themselves asked as wee lads and lassies. Instead of using it as a learning tool (like a good Mommy or Daddy) - the bonehead calls their favorite local politician and whines 'cause we gotta protect the children!

It could have just as easily been a huge male dog with all his parts that would have likely prompted the same "What are those silly things hanging down there Daddy??!!!" While I would love the removal of testicles from any number of things - most dogs and cats (shelters are full enough), the Neanderthal with the lame ass pick-up line - legislation of their removal are patently uncalled for. Likewise is this piece of legislation for the neutering of motor vehicles.

Virginia has also agonized over whether to ban the droopy draws with which we have all become familiar. Seeing some dude's boxers is annoying to me too, but come on. I'm sure Virginia needs some real problems solved.

Really, a bathroom stall gives you enough privacy to drop your drawers and take a crap, but it's really meant for one person just to... well you know... take a crap. It's not meant to prevent the transfer of sound, or smell, or for that matter the overall impression of the "activities" going on within.

ST. PAUL, Minn. (AP) -- In an effort to help Sen. Larry Craig, the American Civil Liberties Union is arguing that people who have sex in public bathrooms have an expectation of privacy.

It's fairly laughable for the ACLU to take the stance that one can really expect privacy in a stall - most especially in a high-traffic location like an airport.

Of course I think it's actually a nefarious attempt to get Senator Craig just to own up that yet another Republican prig actually enjoys the vices he rails against. Hell, if that's the case then I'm right there with them.

Mass Effect.

It's a big hit. People love it. It got very good reviews across the board.

It's a fairly well done RPG universe, with a number of unique species and wide ranges of planets to work with. Interface is good. Story telling is pretty well done with some realistic scripting and well conceived plot points. The scripting surrounding the romantic relationships is actually the worst in the entire game, but what do you expect from sci-fi video game writers? Seriously. Even considering that, it's probably the best RPG I've played in a while.

The game's rated M for mature for "Blood, Language, Partial Nudity, Sexual Themes, Violence". Now, guess which part is causing people to get their panties in a bunch? Yeah, we all know blood and violence is ok. Language isn't a problem either. It's all about the sex.

There are people who are really upset that in the course of role playing, you can build a relationship with NPCs and actually get a sex scene. OH NOES! SEX! RUN AWAY! Look, it's not that bad. You can have sex with one of the 2 female NPCs. You'll get a cut screen (same scene with different skin tone depending on which girl you're in bed with) that shows a semi-erotic scene with a little bit of one of the chicks ass. Honestly, while it probably wouldn't make it onto network TV without a few seconds cut out, it's actually pretty tame for movies. In fact, watch it yourself.

Youtube link here

See, not that bad really. Like I said, not TV, but fine for movies. You knwo the difference between the two, right? One is regulated broadcast, and the other is pu5rchased by the consumer willingly.

Anyway, that was it. Ready for what the other side has to say?

It's called "Mass Effect" and it allows its players - universally male no doubt - to engage in the most realistic sex acts ever conceived. One can custom design the shape, form, bodies, race, hair style, breast size of the images they wish to "engage" and then watch in crystal clear, LCD, 54 inch screen, HD clarity as the video game "persons" hump in every form, format, multiple, gender-oriented possibility they can think of.

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If a pre-teen, teen, young adult, or adult male plays such a game in which the women DO submit without choice, are made to appear as Barbie streetwalkers, and perform whatever act can be imagined, what's to stop that same male from assuming that the women in his "other world" shouldn't be forced to do the same.

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As technology continues to push the limits of imagination and interaction more and more the brain, the emotions, the feelings will integrate with physical responses in reality. And while the makers of such trash seem to be pushing our next generation of young men through the gates of hell as fast as is humanly possible, it needn't be that way.

Here's hoping that as the next President will be forced to deal with this continual emerging reality - and enemy that has set its site to our destruction from within - that we will have elected a man of such character that he will have precision in the clarity of his response.

Painful, eh? It hurt my brain, that's for sure. This guy really see this game as a gateway to hell. You can't argue with people like that. They're incapable of reason or logic. So, I'm not going to bother cutting his arguments down, or mentioning again the fact that the game's rated M. Not much point in saying if his child is playing this game it's his failure as a parent. Instead, I'm just going to file him into the crazification factor

Colorado Lawmaker Douglas Bruce decided to kick a photographer in the knees because, yeah you guessed it, he took his picture. I mean that *is* what photographers are supposed to do right? Bruce (henceforth to be called Dickhead) also refused to apologize because "it was the Christian thing to do". Basically, since he was being photographed during a prayer, it's a demonstration of love and understanding to stomp someone who you feel is disturbing your peace.

Face it Dickhead, people are allowed to take pictures. Moreover if you didn't want your picture taken maybe you shouldn't have gone into public office yeah?

It gets better, if that wasn't enough, Dickhead decided to play some games with his position - basically delaying his swearing in so he could take advantage of a loophole that would let him stay in office eight years rather than two. It got so bad that the members of his own Republican party threatened to replace him if he didn't take the oath.

Hopefully the members of the El Paso County Republicans are thinking twice about their decision to have him fill a vacancy. A vacancy similar to the one between his ears...

I went to download the "developer's stuff" for Java - you know more than just the runtime accessories for my browser. As an old C/C++ dev I googled "Java download SDK". SDK - Software Development Kit. It's what you usually call the stuff people need to do "development". But then I noticed that there was a separate page, and separate download for the JDK. JDK - Java Developers Kit.

So which is it? JDK or SDK? (Let's not even start with the fact that there are two JDK downloads - with Beans or No Beans...)

And then there's the JRE - Java Runtime Environment, which I *think* I know what it is.

I googled again "What is the difference between JDK and SDK" and found this charming thread: http://forum.java.sun.com/thread.jspa?threadID=690031&messageID=9973665

For those too lazy to follow the thread, the question posed is pretty direct: "What is the difference between Java JDK/SDK and JRE?" ...and as might be expected - the first response from ProTroll "jesperdj" is typically snotty and bereft of useful information (clue: over 1k posts and a meaningless name). Hey dickhead if the answer was so obvious then why do I have to search for it?

The next post is a little more useful but still doesn't explain JDK vs SDK. The third reply also fails in the same way that it doesn't explain the difference between Java and Software (uh, isn't Java like, software of some sort?)

Finally arch123 comes out and asks even more plainly "i want to know the difference between jdk and sdk. purpose of using jdk and purpose of using sdk". Here, here well said. So what really IS the difference?

Then the magic is finally laid bare... basically *no* one understands, but heck - when in doubt blame the marketing dweebs "JDK stands for Java Development Kit. It's the same as the Java SDK. For PR reason it was called JDK, then Java SDK (i think it's back at JDK again). But it was always the same thing." So what you're telling me is that it's the same horse (or Spy) but just a different color?

The thread ends where it basically began with someone asking "If JDK and SDK are the same thing, why does the download page include a download for the SDK without a JDK?"

And from there a massive silence ensues...

From the AP

NEW YORK - From the waist up, they looked like perfectly normal commuters. That wasn’t good enough for police.

Eight pranksters who dropped their pants and showed their underwear on the subway on Sunday were taken into custody and issued summonses for disorderly conduct. All were ultimately released, said Improv Everywhere, the group that organized the stunt.

The group said more than 160 riders participated in the fifth annual No Pants Subway Ride before police halted their No. 6 train about 5 p.m.

Disorderly conduct? Is that the best they could do? Boy, that was dredging the bottom of the barrel digging for a charge. Nothing was showing, so "New York's Finest" needed to give it a rest and let the folks have their fun.

Yeah that's what I want - a guy for president who's name onomatopoeia-cally reminds me of a cat horking up a hairball.

In a case where both her children have been injured by someone else it's emotionally difficult to think that the Mother is actually at fault. In this case I blame her fully.

What are the facts as they have been reported? They are: a) Her 18 year old son from a previous marriage sodomized his 8 year old half sister. b) Her current husband picks up his step-son when he's bailed out of jail and beats and sodomizes him with a tool.

So why is she at fault?

It's pretty lame to say "well she IS the binding thread between the two children." However, of anyone in her son's life, clearly she had the most time to influence him. How did she raise him to think that sexually abusing a little girl, much less his own sister was ok?

Next, when the father came home to discover his step-son in the act, he called the police. The police then carted the boy off. When bail was determined, the man told his wife not to bail the boy out. She did so anyway, but didn't go to pick him up. Instead when the boy called home it was her husband that got the call and went to retrieve him. Clearly, if she hadn't posted bail her step-son would have been safer in jail - since apparently the dad couldn't trust himself around the boy.

The mom is an idiot, and clearly to blame for at least part of the consequences. Frankly, I'd just blame her for it all.

So once again a kid goes nuts and tries to kill people in a school. Yeah it happens these days, mainly because the news makes such a big fucking deal about it. Frankly if they didn't report it as "news" no one would care and kids would probably find another way of attacking each other, probably off school premises (where, after all - it's a lot easier to do).

So what now? I know! Force all the kids in school to go through searches and metal detectors because statistically if one kid goes apeshit on Monday, you know a good half-dozen will be doing it on Tuesday.

Yeah. Bullshit.

If anything the right idea would be to mitigate the trauma to the school by having as little police intrusion as possible. Will the kids recover better by being treated like potential criminals when their classmate that did go postal never was?

The stupidity of buttoning up the school the next day does absolutely damn nothing. It doesn't prevent, it's doesn't protect, it doesn't heal. It's simply an overreaction by the people who should have been on the alert in the first place and an attempt to exert authority over kids whom they wouldn't have cared for just one day ago.

Gotta love it. Rudy came out and made a big push to court conservatives with a English as a national language idea. It's a decent policy for Rudy. Helps endear him with those deeply patriotic, America-Fuck-yeah!, jingoistic types. Falls right in line with his constant repetition of the words 'nine-eleven'.

Of course, like any politician, he's a two-faced sack of horse shit. How do I know? Because his ads in Florida are in Spanish. You can't win down there without the Cuban vote. And you can't do that without ads in Spanish.

Somehow, I bet that before he says "Soy Rudy Giuliani y apruebo este mensaje", he doesn't mention that he wants them to all be forced to learn English.

I don't care if you think it's a good program or not. Doesn't fucking matter. If you can't stand up for your own programs, why the fuck would we consider you to be a good leader for our country? You're a pandering little limp-dick, piece of political hackery Rudy.

Die in a fire Rudy. And have a nice day.

I respect that people jog, bike, walk and share the roads and sidewalks with their fossil fuel consuming brethren. What I don't appreciate is when the Green-brigade decides that their lifestyle choices are more important than anyone else's safety.

Most people that jog or bike have a healthy awareness that cars can kill them. They stick to the sides of the road or jog on the grass or sidewalks. However when the weather turns bad, and there's mounds of frozen snow in the way it's time to put away the sneakers and put the bike in the garage. Seriously.

Today I had not one, but two dickheads whose decision to bike put them right into the middle of my lane. Yeah it's not so bad on two lane roads, or something where you can see both them and oncoming traffic clearly, but no - that wasn't the case here. In this case both guys were almost in the middle of the road (probably to avoid the slush and ice) on twisty back roads. I almost didn't see one, and both times I either had to stomp hard on the brakes when they suddenly popped into view, or swerve and hope no one was coming in the opposite lane.

Listen, retards, it's winter ok? Put the damn bikes away, go get a frikken latte and a donut and wait for spring. I'm not really all that eager to die just because you felt you had to get in a bike ride to work.

So, we have this server. Actually we have lots and lots of them. But I don't care about them right now. I care about this one.

This one is a Linux box. And this Linux box has mirrored raid array.

So one day, one of our techs walks by the server rack and notices a little yellow light. Like a dedicated employee he reports it. Which is good because that little yellow light means something important. It means one of the drives has gone bad and has been removed from the array.

YAY for technology seeing a fault and isolating it!

So, we call up the support company and say "Hey you. Yellow light bad, RMA me a new drive so we can replace it."

You'd think they'd ship one out. But you'd be wrong. What they told us is that we needed to run a diagnostic program on the system to verify that the little yellow light was accurate. We rolled our eyes, but we tried to do as they said.

Of course, they sent us the instructions for a different model of server, so the first attempt to do this failed. But eventually we got it done and sent the logs off thinking that now they would give us a new drive

No. Of course not. I should have known. They told us that the next step for diagnosing the problem would be to rebuild the drive array from scratch and re-image the server.

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No no, you read that right. In order to test to see if my raid drive is broke, I have to blow away the server. I ask you... what is the point of having raid if I have to blow away the server in order to test a raid failure? At that point, raid has ceased to be useful. I mean, I suppose it kept the server up until we could schedule an outage, but the failure still caused an outage.

So, we roll our eyes some more and schedule some downtime to rebuild the server.

First step, reboot and log into the BIOS to reset it to factory defaults. And that's where we get the problem. The server no longer understands the bad drive. The raid controller craps out and says that it has an unrecoverable drive error. Server won't boot. Remove the drive with the little yellow light and the server boots up fine.

So, we call up the support company. They're going to ship out a replacement drive.

It took us 10-15 man hours, 2 separate change approvals which involve dozens of groups signing off on our tests and a rather large conference call. This takes about 3 weeks to get everything set up. All to tell us exactly what the little yellow light told us in the first damn place.

When I was driving home from work tonight, Nickelback's "Rockstar" came on the radio. Its song with which I am familiar, familiar with the "explicit" version that is. I can understand "ass" being cut. What really made me go "what the . . .?" was the removal of the word "drug". The word "drug" is not one of the seven that used to get Howard Stern periodic vacations. I get removing "nigger" out of the Kayne West's "Gold Digger" - the n-word may not classically be profanity, but it is an ugly, degrading word and removing it off the radio is probably a good idea. But "drug"? - this takes "Just say no to drugs" to a new level.

. . . maybe your damned vehicle is too big!

My mother walks at night. She carries a flashlight (granted it probably should be brighter) to increase her visibility to cars. The other night she had to jump on the grass and a vehicle still almost hit her - The vehicle came on the grass as it went around the corner. My mother knew which driveway the vehicle turned into, so my mother called the lady to see if it was her or one of her children driving. It was the lady herself who had just gotten home and she said she never saw my mother. She said she had a blind spot.

Here's the deal - the lady is about 5' 4" and the vehicle is a large SUV. The "blind spot" is because the vehicle is too damn big! It is no one's fault but the lady's if she hits someone - it isn't the vehicle manufacturer for leaving a "blind spot", it isn't someone walking on the side of the road. Point is - if you have that big a blind spot, drive more carefully to compensate OR sell the damn thing and get something more your size!

I had previously remarked about a woman being charged with disorderly conduct for cursing in her own house:
http://www.worldofsuck.net/index.php/Odessa/2007/10/23/say_what

Its conclusion:

Good week for: The foulmouthed, after a Pennsylvania judge acquitted a woman of disorderly conduct for swearing at her malfunctioning toilet. Her neighbor, a policeman, charged Dawn Herb, 33, with a crime after he heard her repeatedly using the F-word through her bathroom window. The language Herb used “may be considered by some to be offensive, vulgar, and imprudent,” the judge ruled, but she was entitled to use it under the First Amendment.

Male monkeys "pay" for sex:
http://www.foxnews.com/story/0,2933,319746,00.html

Way I look at it, foreplay is foreplay. "Groom" me baby, and lets see what happens . . .

How many of us have wanted to say this on public transportations or in a store or else where. One Texas bus driver did just that and its being labeled a religious incident by many. Seems Christine Lutz was reading the Bible to her children on the way to church. She was asked to keep it down and she said she was teaching her children and she was going to continue. She was subsequently ejected from the bus and provided a ride to church.

If she was loud, it shouldn't matter what she was reading, she was being disruptive to her fellow passengers. The self-righteousness of some people astounds me. I guess they believe that just because the topic of their hyperbole happens to be religious in nature it is OK.

Ms Lutz and Liberty Legal Institute are going to lock horns with the mass transit system, calling it religious prosecution. I call it a bus driver standing up for the rights of the other passengers. Also, Ms Lutz and her children were not physically harmed - they were provided safe transportation to their destination. She is just upset that she got called out and God didn't strike the heathen down. Well, Ms Lutz, ever consider that God doesn't like you talking loud on the bus either?

Yep, according to their interpretation, now humming any tune aloud (lets not even get into actually singing, whistling or using a kazoo) is an illegal reproduction and stealing of their property.

"Fuck that noise of just going after people who make copies of their CD to their crappy old hard drive. You have a much wider audience when you actually *perform* a portion of a popular tune. I mean people will actually look at you and listen! That's money we should be getting!"

So hey! Next time you hum that popular tune remember, you're stealing money from the mouths of those poor impoverished Recording Industry single-mom's and their undernourished children! Think of the babees!!!