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According to Wired News, premier bittorrent tracker site Piratebay.org has been shut down by Swedish police.

I was always familar with the Piratebay as the site that would receive legal cease and desist notices, reply back with fairly intelligent, law-aware, scathing responses, and fall back on Swedens lack of intellectual property laws. Unfortunately, the other shoe dropped, Sweden bowed down to Big Content’s pressure, enacted laws cracking down on these piratey dregs, and laid the hammer down.

If you check the Piratebay.org site right now, theres a little defiant blurb about the raid, and what will happen next. Hopefully this won’t go down like the Lokitorrent.com takedown a few years ago, where after the MPAA sunk the website, the owner allegedly sold the member list and logs to the MPAA, causing pits of fear and shrunken testacles for college students the world over.

What about me? Well, after my little brush with Johnny Comcast and the C&D Blues, I’ve been laying low on the downloading movies front. Instead, I’ve been renting em, ripping em, and copying em to DVD.

HA HA, MPAA, HA HA, Comcast, score one for ME! How about you and your lawyers come and kiss my unlawful use ass as we watch movies from my rapidly growing DVD collection and drink foul mexican tequila!
/just kidding, please don’t sue.

//no, seriously, don’t sue me, but do kiss my ass. Besides, how am I supposed to rip those scratched up crappy movies from Hollywood Video anyway? Damn, what do these weird bastards do with these DVDs anyway? Dog toys?

///sorry about the arr joke… couldnt’ resist.

////man, this tequila does suck…

And its about damn time. GAC and I have been seeing Prisonerish elements to Lost for quite a while now, and were looking for a Unified Theory. Well, Joe Powell by way of Big Orange Michael found this on EW.com, where evidently somebody gets paid to come up with Lost theories.

The Prisoner doesn’t get much more than a nod in the write up, and isn’t really relevant to the thing, but I was seriously half expecting one of the Others to say “Be Seeing You!”, or rover, at which point my head would have exploded.
Check it out, and if you haven’t checked out the Prisoner, check it out too. Because its more messed up than TV shows should be..

From Reality Me,

Top 10 Signs of the Impending U.S. Police State

I’d say more about it, but then I’d be a tin-foil liberal, wouldn’t I?

I watched some tv. I read for a little while. I tossed and turned, listening to AT’s rhythmic snoring.
It was a quiet snore. Any louder and I would have been justified in kicking him hard enough to make him roll over. I gently prodded him a couple of times, quietly asking him to roll over. At one point I threatened to shove my foot up his ass.
I rolled onto my other side and flopped my arm over my ear, trying to block out the snores. But apparently they were on a dicey soundwave that is more felt than heard. It resonated through my pillow, my mattress, my arm.
After about 30 minutes of this, I felt sleep coming. It was over the next hill, but its gentle waves were radiating toward me.
And then the siren started. I figured it was a car alarm and waited impatiently for it to stop. After five minutes of the blaring urgency, I got up, threw on some shorts and came in here to poke my head out the door and see if I could tell which house would need rolling tomorrow night.
But apparently the source of the alarm is across the turnpike. You know, where all the super-classified stuff is.
If I lived anywhere else, I’d dismiss the siren immediately, get some water, get indignant, and go back to bed. Instead my jaw clenches painfully, I feel the stomach acid rise, and wonder if I should be turning on the tv, just in case there’s some sort of emergency broadcast.
Oh well. 30 minutes after it started, the siren has stopped. I’ll stop being paranoid and try to get some sleep.

Several weekends ago the family and I went out yardsale shopping. Spotz, the middle child, was so excited he even carried his tin bank with him. He knows yardsales are the place to find the glittery junk he loves. In fact he wanted to buy just about every homemade Christmas ornament he ran across. Homemade Christmas ornaments seem to rival coffee mugs in their ubiquity. Spotz doesn’t appreciate coffee mugs, yet.

We went to only two yardsales that morning. I think it was the poorly advertised official First Saturday for yardsales. There weren’t that many people with junk set up, but amazingly enough we met with success. Read the rest of this entry »