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I see somebody went to Burning Man.But on a technical note, using just the ID is going to be a pain in the ass, because you have to clip it out of the URI (instead of just selecting the whole URI and pasting) Also if you write the parser to handle a whole URI the functionality can be extended to handle other hosting services for if by some chance YouTube gets Friendstered.

Does it support other video hosting sites?

Fuck pics! VIDEO!!!!

"Skull Phone". Jersey Lane betw. Crosby St. & Lafayette St.

I *know*! Bottle Service in Cincinnati? ZOMG!

If she's offering to pay $200 for an ID, my guess is she ain't too hot.

Danny Krivit spinning at the skate circle in Central Park today (9/9) 3 - 6:30 (You don't have to skate, pedestrians welcome)

Last one of the summer. FREE 7PM - 11PM (tonight 9/7) Pier I (Riverside Park @ 70th Street. Ramp entrance at 68th St.) Last Year:

How To Enjoy the Burning Man Experience From the Comfort of Your Own Home: Pay an escort to not bathe for five days, cover themselves in glitter, dust, vinegar, and sunscreen, wear a skanky neon wig, suggestively grind with you naked all night, then say they have a lover back home and leave. Stack all your fans in one corner of the living room. Put on your most fabulous outfit. Turn the fans on full blast. Dump a vacuum cleaner bag in front of them. Buy a new set of expensive camping gear. Break it. Only use the toilet in a house that is at least 3 blocks away. Drain all the water from the toilet. Only flush it every 3 days. Hide all the toilet paper. Set your house thermostat so it's 50 degrees for the first hour of sleep and 100 degrees the rest of the night. Before eating any food, drop it in a sandbox and lick a battery. Mail $200 to the Reno casino of your choice. Make a list of all the things you'll do different next year. Never look at it. Search alleys until you find a couch so unbelievably tacky and nasty filthy that a state college frat house wouldn't want it. Take a nap on the couch and sleep like you are king of the world. Shop at Wal-mart, Cost-Co, and Home Depot until your car is completely packed with stuff. Tell everyone that you're going to a "Leave-No-Trace" event. Empty your car into a dumpster in another town. Spend thousands of dollars and several months of your life building a deeply personal art work. Hide it in a funhouse on the edge of the city. Hire people to come by and alternate saying "I love it" and "this sucks balls". Blow it up. Cut, burn, electrocute, bruise, and sunburn various parts of your body. Forget how you did it. Don't go to a doctor. Walk around your neighborhood and knock on doors until someone offers you cocktails and dinner. Lean back in a chair until that point where you're just about to fall over, but you catch yourself at the last moment. Hold that position for 9 hours. Don't sleep for 5 days. Take a wide variety of hallucinogenic/emotion altering drugs. Pick a fight with your boyfriend/girlfriend. Set up a DJ system downwind of a three alarm fire. Play a short loop of drum'n'bass until the embers are cold. Have a 3 a.m. soul baring conversation with a drag nun in platforms, a crocodile with diarrhea, and Bugs Bunny. Be unable to tell if you're hallucinating. Lust after Bugs Bunny. Spend a whole year rummaging through thrift stores for the perfect, most outrageous costume. Forget to pack it. Ask your most annoying neighbor to interrupt your fun several times a day with third hand gossip about every horrible thing that's happened in the last 24 hours. Have them wear khaki. Read "Dhalgren" by Samuel R. Delany. Read "The City Not Long After" by Pat Murphy. Cut off the bindings, throw all the pages up in the air, and shuffle them back together. Reread "The City After Dhalgren" by Samuel Murphy. Burn it. Read the ashes. Listen to music you hate until you think you are going to scream. Scream. Realize you'll love the music for the rest of your life. Spend 5 months planning a "theme camp" like it's the first manned mission to Mars. Spend Monday-Wednesday building the camp. Spend Thurs-Sunday nowhere near camp because you're sick of it or can't find it. Bust your ass for a "community." See all the attention get focused on the drama queen crybaby. Get so drunk you can't recognize your own house. Walk slowly around the block for 5 hours. Tell your boss you aren't coming to work this week but he should "gift" you a paycheck anyway. When he refuses accuse him of not loving the "community". Tear down your house. Put it in a truck. Drive 10 hours in any direction. Put the house back together. Invite everyone you meet to come over and party. When they leave, follow them back to their homes, drink all their booze, and break things. Deck out your living room with every strobe, and disco light you can find. Sleep on your living room floor while you run the lights and have you neighbors play their music and scream and jump about on your lawn 24-7 for a week. Watch some birds fly around a burning building. Tell people it was the most transcendental experience of your life.

Discovered.... by scene-and-herds. Still good music tho'.

"I'm upsettings"

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Pictures?

This assumes there is no cost (in the game-theory sense) to switching. In reality switching carries the cost of separation anxiety (from the first love), the risk of the second love likewise switching, the physical and resource costs of wooing, the risk of retribution, etc.Switching would only occur when the benefits outweigh the costs, which I believe does actually happen... more and more as the cost seems to be going down.

Short. ... And like a pothead.

Dilemma 4. If you discovered that your mother and father had kidnapped you from your actual biological parents when you were a baby, and raised you as their own, would you turn them in?

Something along the lines of "What are you talking about?", and "I'm not on that board." To one guy I said "they" told me I'd get that question.

{gulp} I hope not! I might've got my ass kicked!3 strangers did ask me what was my name on "the board".

So I'm not really a Daft Punk disciple but do they always wear those helmets? Given that up in that techno-tastic pyramid you couldn't really see what they were doing, it occurs to me that they could just get some roadies to dress like Darth Vader and pretend to fiddle some knobs once in a while, stay home and count their money. Also doesn't anyone dance anymore? Escpecially to what is ostensibly dance music at a DJ event where it's two guys in a booth... sitting down for all I know. Just head bobbing and hand waving! On the plus side: Good crowd... friendly! ... Hey, it's Samir Naga... Naga... Naga... Na'gonna work here anymore And not a bad light show

I hea' dat. Not only am I getting in for free but I get to bring a video camera!I believe the great Shatner said it best when he said "WOOOO-HOOOO!"

This event has been sold out for months! Did you just want to boast?

GlobeSonic Sound System with Body Temple Drummers FREE Friday, Aug 11 7 PM - 11 PM Pier I: Riverside Park & ~70th St (ramp entrance at 68th) Open air, waterfront, free. Video from last year:

Things to Note: - The floor is very rough and uneven. Wear sturdy footwear. - Expect people in their 40s, 50s, and 60s. Not a lot of club bunnies and finance-guys (although for bottle service see me.) - If you'd rather not sweat, avoid the melee. Even if you don't, others will rub off on you. - If you're uncomfortable around black people en masse, it's not for you. While they're not your Trons or Tyrees, they're a far cry from your Urkels and Carltons.

Pedestrian gets served.

What happened to ghhhhost?