New FBI security device: They are watching your every click!
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http://users.chartertn.net/tonytemplin/FBI_eyes/ I’m sure they will have fun ’sifting’ through all the information. So what?
Did you even click on the link? Pablo
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http://users.chartertn.net/tonytemplin/FBI_eyes/ I’m sure they will have fun ’sifting’ through all the information. So what? Did you even click on the link? Pablo
Yes. I assume some java code for trhe roaming eyes. Right? Remarkably, I am a sincere person, Pablo I said "waste of time" to your previous posted response because I was so fed up with the nonsense which I saw, elsewhere …. … by the time I read your posting … …. I concluded a ‘waste of time’! I was in a fed up mood. I’m sure that you can appreciate that it is easy to become such a way. Thus: I saw some eyes following the cursor in your link. Did you see what happened in my copy of Jan’s link? Kind of like "I’ll show show you mine if you show me your’s " ( being humorous, here) It was fun. It can startle those who are less the wise. Am I missing anything? the Raving Loonie Actually I don’t dislike him. Just don’t have any help to offer him and don’t find attempting to make sense of his ravings a productive use of my time. I’ve killfiled several people for whom I have a good deal of respect because of the wrangle factor is jclarke (was jclarke at eye bee em dot net) ignoring you too?
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~ * ~ "I’m sure they will have fun ’sifting’ through all the information. So what?" ~ Pablo "Indeed, who cares, or so said Mr. B!" ~ Twittering "Did you even click On the link?" ~ Pablo "Who, Me?" ~ Twittering "Yes." ~ Pablo "No." ~ Twittering "I assume some java code for trhe roaming eyes. Right?" ~ Raving "My tree? You know my magic tree? The that got chopped down? Or, O, could you be ~ Mr. Shell Silverstein?" ~ Twittering "Remarkably, I am a sincere person, Pablo." ~ Raving "O, could you be Mr. Tom Arsenault? Long-lost temporary roomie, Charming Bud De Bill’s, from 93 Waltham Street, Boston, Massachusetts? Just One of my haunted homes? Pray tell, if so, please Say so!" ~ Twittering "I said ‘waste of time’ To your previous posted response Because I was So fed up with the nonsense which I saw, Elsewhere …. … by the time I read your posting … …. I concluded a ‘waste of time’!" ~ Raving "But, O, but I thought ‘The Waste Land’ A fine poem. Or so, I was taught in school!" ~ Twittering
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~ * ~ "I’m sure they will have fun ’sifting’ through all the information. So what?" ~ Pablo "Indeed, who cares, or so said Mr. B!" ~ Twittering "Did you even click On the link?" ~ Pablo "Who, Me?" ~ Twittering "Yes." ~ Pablo "No." ~ Twittering "I assume some java code for trhe roaming eyes. Right?" ~ Raving "My tree? You know my magic tree? The that got chopped down? Or, O, could you be ~ Mr. Shell Silverstein?" ~ Twittering "Remarkably, I am a sincere person, Pablo." ~ Raving "O, could you be Mr. Tom Arsenault? Long-lost temporary roomie, Charming Bud De Bill’s, from 93 Waltham Street, Boston, Massachusetts? Just One of my haunted homes? Pray tell, if so, please Say so!" ~ Twittering "I said ‘waste of time’ To your previous posted response Because I was So fed up with the nonsense which I saw, Elsewhere …. … by the time I read your posting … …. I concluded a ‘waste of time’!" ~ Raving "But, O, but I thought ‘The Waste Land’ A fine poem. Or so, I was taught in school!" ~ Twittering "I was in a fed up mood. I’m sure that you can appreciate that it is easy To become such a way." ~ Raving "O, you mean, loitering eternity? With nothing Much to do, But play that silly Morning Crest Game?" ~ Twittering "Thus ~" ~ Raving "Or, Are you Gus, my Asparagus, my polar bear, My topiary, my l’espalier?" ~ Twittering "I saw some eyes Following the cursor in your link. Did you see what happened in my copy Of Jan’s link?" ~ Raving "Well, quite honestly, no. I did not look. Now Would Jan be An Adkins, or a Dutch bycycler? Does Jan run, Or does Jan weave yarn?" ~ Twittering "Kind of like ~ ‘I’ll show Show you mine if you show me yours’ ( Being Humorous, here)." ~ Raving "Sure, I’ll bite, what have you To show? And moreover, which Humor, of the four Main fluids of the human body ~ Blood, yellow bile, black Bile, or lymph, Have you, so alas, to know your mood, Your temperament?" ~ Twittering "It was fun. It can startle those who are less the wise. Am I missing anything?" ~ Raving "Yes, My owl. O, and lo ~ My Opera Noir, my fermented Fermata, where here Shall find Mr. Ottwell, my 4thGrade Professore?" ~ Twittering ~ * ~
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"…or just see ~ Mr. Ballanchine’s ballet, ‘The Four Temperaments’ Or start here, for all those deeper ‘O, what does It all mean? quandaries…" ~ Twittering SF Ballet: Casting a lure "Dance troupe’s 2005 season Seeks fans of movement, mixes abstract, classical And contemporary styles… January 16, 2005 By DAN TAYLOR THE PRESS DEMOCRAT Should a great ballet tell a story? Or should ballet celebrate the abstract beauty Of pure movement, For its own sake? Should a ballet company play To the strengths of its dancers or pay tribute To the great choreographers? Should it preserve the classics or break new ground?" http://www.northbay.com/entertainment/onstage/16ballet_q12.html
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"’The 4 Temperaments,’ A ballet, from Mr. B ~" Twittering "The black-and-white ballet was, of course, "The Four Temperaments". This spare and bare ballet leaves much to visual and musical interpretation. There is no plot to follow, no extravagant costumes, and no story line — aside from the temperaments depicted in each of the four sections of Stravinsky’s score. Against a plain backdrop and under a fully lit stage, the dancers are on display, showing off Balanchine’s choreography with nowhere to hide. The Kirov dancers rose to the occasion, more or less. This is a difficult ballet and the Balanchine style is still slightly foreign to members of the troupe. However, there were moments of inspiration and no major disappointments. "Perhaps the most pleasant Of surprises was Maxim Ziuzin Sast as "Melancholic". His clean technique and bright, Emotive approach was a breath of fresh air on stage. The coltish Yulia Bolshakova was partnered By Ivan Popov in the Theme, And the two stood out – She for her impossibly long limbs And ability to hit each line correctly; He for his attentive partnering and strength. (the "spider crawl" at the end of their section Comes to mind, In which he supports her under her arms As she extends each leg separately up-out-and-down As they move offstage). Irina Zhelonkina and Maxim Khrebtov Danced Sanguinic; but their cheer was less evident Than their reserve. Anton Pimonov was another beam of hope. In Phlegmatic, he was not only technically sound, But expressive even in his indifference. His energy was tangible, Which made this variation quite effective and, Oddly, didn’t contradict The intent of the temperament." http://www.ballet-dance.com/200501/articles/Kirov20041212.html
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~ * ~ "Life, no plot ~ What? O, I knew that! But O, do know ~ Love, yes, the mortar, Style, conviction, kindness, buds, The point, the score, the everlasting more!" ~ Twittering ~ * ~
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"Did I get that right, Mum?" ~ Twittering
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"I should be ‘flattered’ That anyone would actualy "care" Who I was or where I lived. … I seem to recall something To the effect that IP gateways were coded By their Lat. & Long. coordinates. …To some it may Be a great ’surprise’. To those who are ‘aware’ it’s no surprise. On the other hand Sun’s java script egine "popped up". Whoopie doo. Am I missing anything? Comments?" ~ Raving "O, don’t forget Mr. Stephen J, Gould, and his panda’s thumb [not!], And of course, Ms. Whoopi, too, and au naturament ~ The Goldberg Variations, and Vk’s Bach Remedy, Aka, homeopathy! And Monopoly, and Parchesi, and Scrabble, and Bridge, and Clue, and Life, and O, well, too The long the list, for the rest, all those other games, Dames, Gents, Kids, Flora, Fauna, Minerals, Et al, well, to be continued… An infinite serious series, a very funny quest, but mostly, A Best Guestimate, or if you’ve a clue, Just please ~ Chime In! Just come on in, Come join us over in Morning Wood, a truely very funny Place!" ~ Twittering ~ * ~ Blog, or dog? Who knows. But if you see my lost pup, please bring him home! I got Leon a brand-new bone. http://journals.aol.com/virginiaz/DreamingofLeonardo
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* ~ * A Best Guest List ~ All Of You! Just please ~ Chime In! Just come on in, Come join us over in Morning Wood, a truely very funny Place!" ~ Twittering ~ * ~ "God, or dog? Who knows. But if you see my lost pup, please bring him home! I got Leon a brand-new bone." ~ Twittering * "A great ’surprise’. To those who are ‘aware’ it’s no surprise." ~ Raving "Yes, all those pets, those domestic Fauna, our domestic [Best ~ Kept ~ Secret ] animals, It comes as not a surprise!" ~ Twittering "…there is a deadline to destiny." ~ Mum "Okay, as usual I missed my deadline; But I have AD[Hi!]D." ~ Twittering "What’s next?" ~ Dr. AE "O, hey! But know ~ Dr. Anne Eisenberg, you tell us! [Or just see ~ Thursday's Circuits, Thursday's New York Times!] Or as we say, Over en Morning Wood, ‘Not the New York Times,’ and you Thought you were the only one who knew!" ~ Twittering "OH GOD!" ~ Traflagar "Yes, I’m afraid So. Yes, Her." ~ Twittering "Another thread about your mother? Yawn! That be the day when barn animals Can talk!" ~ Sir Cumference "I think we’re there, Or rather, domestic animals. I think we’re here, Or rather, domestic animals. I think they’re there, Or rather, domestic animals." ~ Twittering [Snap!] "I think they’re there, Or rather, domestic animals." ~ Fobbie ~ * Snap, Oops, My cord, my life Line just broke! * "On the other hand Sun’s java script egine ‘popped up’." ~ Raving "Peek ~ A ~ Boo!" ~ Arginine * "Dogs Don’t Bite ~ When A Growl Will Do" ~ Matt Weinstein and Luke Barber, From Lesson 67,
"Dogs Dance with Life and Death" * ~ * ~ * "For several minutes we sit there, paralyzed By all the paradoxes." ~ Anne Bernays, From "Growing Up Rich"
* ~ * ~ Greetings….allo? Pardonez, Parlez Ruff? Is there a Beagle here? ~ Sniffing, Over there ~ "Thank you once again, Twittering One, For your artistic presentation of poetry and nostalgic sound Bites from the past. Those who read your lines will be enriched, Those who don’t, well, it’s Their loss. Yes, ‘The Bark Stops Here!’ Remember your dreams." ~ Double-A O, any Time… [O, by the way ~ Does our fireplace still scream?] Anything that serves as a hint Or reminder of the past, either of two prayers In the canon beginning with the word ‘Memento’, The first being for the living, the second for the dead, Each serving as a reminder of the past. At the line of the apparent meeting of the sky With the earth, the bounds of one’s observation, knowledge And experience unfold upon the point Where the observer stands… * Attencion! I require a Conte crayon, to Mark the X Where the observer stands, Understand? "Yes, ‘The Bark Stops Here!’ Remember your dreams." ~ Double-A O, any Time… [O, by the way ~ Does that fireplace still scream?] Attencion! I require a Conte crayon, to Draw… Yes, Draw… …the Room, Dramatize the Score’s Scene… "The Drawing Room, A Dramatic Score…" …the desire to explore Taints the evening’s noiseless jazzy, rush ~ Agitation, for three nights running, accompanies Denial to Studio ‘54, laminating that Golden Red Door. "Show me the ingenious apparatus," I insist, All done, Zestfully, crowding the steaming dance Floor… Invited Images, Y’all! Come on in ~ Attencion! I need a Conte Crayon, to… Draw… …the Room, Dramatize the Score’s Scene… OOOOO, noooooooooooo! Mama ~ My falling balls, cascading all over The floor….. The Style of a Late Manner Invented all this imagery, concealed me behind my own lazy, too ~ Well ~ Mannered ways. Me? O, yes, I am the spectator Hiding behind your door. So, like, know! The curtain parts, celebrates. The Spectator, that Agent, comes over… Together, we celebrate the discrepancy, explain, thusly ~ The Context of Action Conditions The Illusion. O, but all this confusion… Ghosts drop by to pay respects. What’s Next? You paper yourself, an imaginary surface, Paint your finish with pastel colors, endless varieties Portray the face required to play your part And figure out our play, Today. My Polar Bear, Asparagus, my topiary, My l ‘espalier asks, "Got escarole?" To which I reply, "No, Just endive." "O. I see. Well, what about a honey Hive?" No, not. Just bumbling bees. "Achoooo!," Says he. Bless you! A buzzing Spectre circles my head… Shooo, you! "No, Not! Me, your Ghostest, your Host. I’m Alistair with the Most, That One Who Mistook His Hat," Alistair emphatically enunciates To us. O. I know, yes, you anchor "All Pets Considered!" 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The furniture plainly stated its argument, Stood its ground, And refused to refinish later afternoon. The furniture Told us all, standing here, "We no longer conform to function, We no longer intend to furnish the enterprise." But O, woe, I painfully exclaimed, What about the Chippendale Dancers? "Or Duncan’s Fife, who will play That pipe?" quipped Alistair. Leering, Asparagus, argued, "No, Duncan’s Fife, that’s a Lyre! A stringed Instrumental variation." An impenetrable self reference Locked The only door, quite some time ago. Has all become hopeless? "Not at all!" Alistair insists. "We no longer intend to conform," the furniture proudly exclaims, "We stand our ground." And what’s more, I now eternally know What’s Next! Yes, my cargo arrived Yesterday. So there! So know ~ ~ Some Time later ~ The architecture, Now further drawn into our conversation, casts about, draws A room vaulting overhead, itself, vaults Through false arches, A clever conceit. Here, have a seat, I say, as I try my level-headed best To be hospitable. "A moon struck me," explains Our architecture. Yes, I reply, that’s possible To see. "And now, clearly," According to Asparagus, "You filter magic fairy dust, Our illumination. "No, you mean," Counters Arginine, hitherto unseen, That feline concealed cleverly behind the curtain, "A moon-struck illumination Filters through the dust clinging to the windowpane." Alistair, now standing on the first Stair, says, "A fine point, yes, My dear." * Meanwhile, Agitated and Denial Dance… * And me, I Ponder carefully my confusion, consider My inane company, our insane amusement, and fitfully Call for Intermission. Enough! For now, Anyway. But O, lo! Before I go, Please consider, thusly ~ This filtered dust, This moon-struck illumination Streaming through the windowpane, all this confusion Spreading its blanket around The Event… How do we interpret these scenes, This sense, A simple sight-reading providing so few Klews? What’s Next? What If What’s Not Is? And if so, What if requirements lift, As the mechanical Descends, Directs the action From A very odd repertory of contingent estranged Solutions? * Or, if Not. What? ~ * ! Is it… …coming out of the mourning’s Wood Work? Or perhaps, We’re just moored, obscured, or lured Someplace else? Or, this, perhaps Moorland? [PS. Congrats Ms. JK! A nouveau Baby grrl! We'll care For Harry During your maternity absence.] Pardonez ~ A Beagle, or a barking snooper, Anywhere around here, this island Undiscovered, off the map, Floating on the Shimmering Sea? … "Who, Me?" … "Wow ~ A MACH 2 Jack Russell ~ Fobbie, Here to help me with my Narcolepsy research!" ~ Twittering ~ * ~
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– Hide quoted text — Show quoted text – http://users.chartertn.net/tonytemplin/FBI_eyes/ I’m sure they will have fun ’sifting’ through all the information. So what? Did you even click on the link? Pablo Yes. I assume some java code for trhe roaming eyes. Right?
Don’t know if it’s java or not, but yes about the roaming eyes. Remarkably, I am a sincere person, Pablo
Why is this remarkable? I have no doubt about your sincerity, for now. I said "waste of time" to your previous posted response because I was so fed up with the nonsense which I saw, elsewhere …. … by the time I read your posting … …. I concluded a ‘waste of time’!
Okay. I was in a fed up mood. I’m sure that you can appreciate that it is easy to become such a way.
Yes, it is easy to become fed up. Thus: I saw some eyes following the cursor in your link. Did you see what happened in my copy of Jan’s link?
Yes. Kind of like "I’ll show show you mine if you show me your’s " ( being humorous, here)
I get it now. It was fun. It can startle those who are less the wise. Am I missing anything?
Nope. Pablo
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I assume some java code for trhe roaming eyes. Right? Don’t know if it’s java or not, but yes about the roaming eyes.
It’s actually javascript, which is a lot more different from java than the name would suggest. If you’re a computer trivia buff, you might be interested to know that the original "roving eyes" program was written by Jeremy Huxtable as a "follow the mouse" demo for SIGGRAPH ‘88, which is a computer graphics conference. It was copied from the NeWS system into X-Windows, which is the Unix windowing system still in use today, and from there onto Mac and other platforms. It’s cool to see that someone’s ported it to javascript for web pages. It’s also pretty doggone funny, Pablo, so thanks for posting it. 
Katherine
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I assume some java code for trhe roaming eyes. Right? Don’t know if it’s java or not, but yes about the roaming eyes. It’s actually javascript, which is a lot more different from java than the name would suggest.
As someone who doesn’t really know the java world (although I love coffee), thanks for the clarification. If you’re a computer trivia buff, you might be interested to know that the original "roving eyes" program was written by Jeremy Huxtable as a "follow the mouse" demo for SIGGRAPH ‘88, which is a computer graphics conference. It was copied from the NeWS system into X-Windows, which is the Unix windowing system still in use today, and from there onto Mac and other platforms. It’s cool to see that someone’s ported it to javascript for web pages. It’s also pretty doggone funny, Pablo, so thanks for posting it.
You’re welcome! :-) Pablo
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I’m sure they will have fun ’sifting’ through all the information. So what? I conduct my life so that it doesn’t matter one way or the other. Care to listen in on cell phone converstations? … You can’t "imagine" how personal it gets. Personaly, I would rather not bother. … Everyone has a ’secret’! It’s that we are all human. Duh! Love jdrew’s link too: http://www.onlinerummaging.com/asbi/ I should be ‘flattered’ that anyone would actualy "care" who I was or where I lived. … I seem to recall something to the effect that IP gateways were coded by their Lat. & Long. coordinates. …To some it may be a great ’surprise’. To those who are ‘aware’ it’s no surprise. On the other hand sun’s java script egine "popped up". Whoopie doo. … Am I missing anything? Comments? see for ref: http://groups-beta.google.com/group/alt.support.attn-deficit/msg/16f8… What DOES concern me is that Microsoft is all ‘hot to trot’ about going after sellers of "pirated" Viagra (Falls) Yet, I get all of these phishing ‘hacks’ in my email which very deliberately masquarade as "Microsoft" items and are very deliberately involved in hard criminal activity. … why "otherwise" would anyone desire for me to update my nonexistent paypal records. That sort of ‘conduct’ goes by unchecked, … viewed in the same ‘context’ as spam. Am I missing anything? Comments? the Raving Loonie Actually I don’t dislike him. Just don’t have any help to offer him and don’t find attempting to make sense of his ravings a productive use of my time. I’ve killfiled several people for whom I have a good deal of respect because of the wrangle factor is jclarke (was jclarke at eye bee em dot net) ignoring you too?
