Forget the death of the ownership society, this is a step in making certain information and media a controlled substance.

That's a pretty nasty burn. Most of my music predates my computer and all of it predates my current hard drive (I replaced my old one after copying it over recently.) I can't imagine my music, or anything that I paid for, being dependent on one machine. I tried to dissuade my sister when she started buying her music on iTunes, which very nearly all of her music is by now, saying that it was locking her into one player and is short-sighted. Se la vi.

"Do you have papers?"
"No, but I have my Real ID."
"Very well. Be careful as the roads are mined."
If only East Germany had had the technology to make those annoying border crossings easier.

I've seen them at surplus and camping stores for around $6.00.

Reminds me a bit of a scene in Transmetropolitan where a high school kid walks through an on-campus thought scanner and gets arrested for thinking of something bad. Whee. It must be a "Meiers Gambit" thingie. Please let it be.

"Vol. of body cells that die on a good day"
That's a little disconcerting.

Thankfully my Eee PC can fit in a big Ziploc bag that fits these requirements quite nicely. I try to be as cooperative with the rest of my various cases and sleeves as I am with my laptop container for the sake of expedience. That's why I wear snap-off pants and go commando. They really appreciate it.

My grandfather built one of those out of some propane torch parts and pipe. He uses it to kill the nasty desert weeds on his property.

If that's the toilet plunger end, then the doors to a whole new world of innuendo have just swung wide and from the abyss has emerged a new fetish.

Wow, people sure are flipping out over a tattoo on the hand of some dude that they've never met. I like the lace-as-stencil concept. I wouldn't have thought that it would work well, but there you go.