Found this just now... and it is scarily true heh.
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There it is again. Some clueless FOOL talking about the "Information Superhighway." The don't know JACK about the Net. It's NOTHING like a Superhighway. That's a BAD metaphor.

Yeah, but suppose the metaphor ran the OTHER direction. Suppose the HIGHWAYS were like the NET.

All right!

A highway HUNDREDS of lanes wide. most with potholes. Privately operated bridges and overpasses. No highway patrol. A couple of rent-a-cops on bicycles with broken whisltes. 500 member VIGILANTE POSSES with nuclear weapons. 237 ON RAMPS at every intersection. NO SIGNS. Wanna get to Ensenada? Holler out the window at a passing truck to ask directions. AD HOC traffic laws. Some lanes would VOTE to make use by a single-occupant vehicle a CAPITAL OFFENSE on Monday through Friday between 7:00 and 9:00. Other lanes would just SHOOT you without a trial for talking on your car phone.

AOL would be a giant diesel-smoking BUS with hundreds of EBOLA victims and a TOILET spewing out on the road behind it. Throwing DEAD WOMBATS and rotten cabbage at the other cars, most of which have been ASSEMBLED AT HOME from kits. Some are 2.5 horsepower LAWNMOWER ENGINES with a top speed of nine miles an hour. Others burn NITROGLYCERIN and IDLE at 120.

No license tags. World War II BOMBER NOSE ART instead. Terrifying paintings of huge teeth or VAMPIRE EAGLES. Bumper-mounted MACHINE GUNS. Flip somebody the finger on this highway and get a WHITE PHOSPHORUS GRENADE up your tailpipe. Flatbed trucks with ANTI-AIRCRAFT MISSILE BATTERIES to shoot down the Traffic Watch helicopter. A little kid on a tricycle with a squirtgun filled with HYDROCHLORIC ACID.

Now THAT'S the way to run an Interstate Highway system.

*walks up to a random lady with the giant spork:
are you a hot penguin? the jaboon cat cats are in the market! they want to eat jesus! *shifts eyes around* the dog knows them! but it's jealous! and Frank Zappa will be there! oh yes he will eat! and puedo will invite the eel! *waves spork meaningfully*
*pauses briefly*
*looks at planter boxes of dirt, points with spork* why are the vases of champagne turning black?! i know the orange armadillos are very happy at night...but why the champagne? do you speak comprehend?! did you divorce Spanish! *wanders over to car and points with spork* the sun plates in the car call for personality and want plates....
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where are my pants? *runs away*

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I love my writing i did back in high school- so... lacking of sanity


this guy does awesome work by the way.

Found a poem in my files from 2004. Not sure where it came from... or if I even wrote it...

Anyone reconize this? It is the sytyle my poetry was back then...

The Rubber Bunny

The Rubber Bunny flew through the air
The Rubber Bunny gave me a scare
So I punched it in the face
It turned around and sprayed me with mace
I lay on the ground quivering with pain
The Rubber Bunny must be insane
I got up and ran
And Man oh Man!
That rabbit ran as fast as he can
The rabbit got tired and that slowed his run
I was about to grab him when he pulled out a gun
I got the gun out of his hand and my hand on his neck
He pulled a knife, I said 'what the heck!'
That rabbit was armed
And I was alarmed
He ran back to his hole in the ground
I was mugged I found
I didn't have my wallet
And when I looked inside his home, I saw it
I reached down into the ground
It was my wallet that I found
All of the sudden a sharpening pain
From the teeth of that rabbit so insane
I pulled my hand out with the rabbit too
I tried to think what to do
Once again I whacked him in the face
This time he did not turn with mace,
But with a grenade
Before I could stop him he yelled ?raid!?
Millions of bunnies came into sight,
I thought to use all my might
But they had overwhelming power
I thought I'd be dead within the hour
Grenades, mace, guns, knives
These bunnies will destroy many lives
Before I reached the edge of pain,
I realized why they were so insane
It turned out to be something funny
All they wanted was my money
The bunnies were about to attack
I had a stick and I gave it a whack
Blood squirted and I heard a scream
I thought I wiped out the entire team
But just when I thought I won the war
There was another, and more, and more
At about that time I had lost a thumb
A finger or two, or maybe some
I saw a rabbit go by with my toe
I think it was the rubber bunny but I'll never know
And then with his teeth he pulled it apart
And all of the sudden he struck for my heart
At about that time the police showed
And now on my chest a stitch is sewed
And now I warn you to look out
He's still in America without a doubt.

I don't get it when people spend [I assume] a small fortune that could even exceed the cost of the real car thy are imitating- to make a replica. Take inspiration.. sure.. but a replica? Why?

Examples like ken Imhoff, who saw cannonball run; loved the Lamborghini Countach so much… he spent the next 17 years fabricating a engine piece by piece and laboring over an English wheel to build a perfect 1:1 replica in his basement.



or the guy who tuned an mercury cougar into a imitation Audi r8....



if they have the skills to replicate those cars so faithfully...

Why not... design their own car? As impressive as modern super cars are.. all these would be and are is an imitation. That in 5-6 years will look much like the standard street car as consumer mass produced models continue to look more and more like the concept cars of yesterday. By making their own design.. it would prevent them from becoming dated. The Countach I have more respect for since it is for all intents and purposes… the real thing. It is not a fancy fiberglass body kit slapped on a street car. Though the fact it is just that really.. is what allows the R8 guy to be actually making some money off of it. He's selling the repli-cars for $50,000 at least until he gets sued by Audi. Though brings to question- if the real deal is "only" 150K why would you want to spend a third of that to get a car that looks like it... but is really just the under frame and engine of a mercury cougar?

I remain impressed- but cannot help but think what a grand waste of time it is to devote so much energy and time to a replication of something else.

-ABV


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