Jerilee With Cotton Candy

On February 22, 2009, in Sexy, by Adelard

Jerilee with Cotton Candy

Here is a composition of Jerilee on a bed + Jerilee holding some Sticky Cotton Candy! Damn She’s hootttt!

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Karma Snack Launches

On February 18, 2009, in Internet Marketing Business, by Adelard

Miami SEO - Karma Snack The long awaited site, KarmaSnack.com launched late late Monday night. One of my boys Eric and his partners are running the new online business, go over there and show him some love.

This is one of the few places I endorse since I move 80% of my personal clients to them in the last two months. They’re awesome. They know their shit. They got the internet marketing game on lock. SEO, PPC, and what’s most interesting and blows me away is their Viral Marketing strategy.

I’m very close and know everyone behind the scene and they know their shit!!!

I’m actually in talks to them to get a “job”, LOL, there. Well not really, more like consulting for them. I can’t ever go back to the 9 to 5 rat race. Never again. Karma Snack! Smacking and Rick Rolling the competition left and right.

In other news, my Costa Rica project has some serious delays. We are trying to be up by friday, so we can start getting investors for funding of the project. Man I have a lot of work to do…

The Hacker Manifesto

On February 15, 2009, in Personal Revelations, by Adelard

The Hacker ManifestoAnother one got caught today, it’s all over the papers. “Teenager Arrested in Computer Crime Scandal”, “Hacker Arrested after Bank Tampering”…

Damn kids. They’re all alike.

But did you, in your three-piece psychology and 1950′s technobrain, ever take a look behind the eyes of the hacker? Did you ever wonder what made him tick, what forces shaped him, what may have molded him?

I am a hacker, enter my world…

Mine is a world that begins with school… I’m smarter than most of the other kids, this crap they teach us bores me…

Damn underachiever. They’re all alike.

I’m in junior high or high school. I’ve listened to teachers explain for the fifteenth time how to reduce a fraction. I understand it. “No, Ms. Smith, I didn’t show my work. I did it in my head…”

Damn kid. Probably copied it. They’re all alike.

I made a discovery today. I found a computer. Wait a second, this is cool. It does what I want it to. If it makes a mistake, it’s because I screwed it up. Not because it doesn’t like me… Or feels threatened by me.. Or thinks I’m a smart ass.. Or doesn’t like teaching and shouldn’t be here…

Damn kid. All he does is play games. They’re all alike.

And then it happened… a door opened to a world… rushing through the phone line like heroin through an addict’s veins, an electronic pulse is sent out, a refuge from the day-to-day incompetencies is sought… a board is found. “This is it… this is where I belong…” I know everyone here… even if I’ve never met them, never talked to them, may never hear from them again… I know you all…

Damn kid. Tying up the phone line again. They’re all alike…

You bet your ass we’re all alike… we’ve been spoon-fed baby food at school when we hungered for steak… the bits of meat that you did let slip through were pre-chewed and tasteless. We’ve been dominated by sadists, or ignored by the apathetic. The few that had something to teach found us willing pupils, but those few are like drops of water in the desert.

This is our world now… the world of the electron and the switch, the beauty of the baud. We make use of a service already existing without paying for what could be dirt-cheap if it wasn’t run by profiteering gluttons, and you call us criminals. We explore… and you call us criminals. We seek after knowledge… and you call us criminals. We exist without skin color, without nationality, without religious bias… and you call us criminals. You build atomic bombs, you wage wars, you murder, cheat, and lie to us and try to make us believe it’s for our own good, yet we’re the criminals.

Yes, I am a criminal. My crime is that of curiosity. My crime is that of judging people by what they say and think, not what they look like. My crime is that of outsmarting you, something that you will never forgive me for.

I am a hacker, and this is my manifesto. You may stop this individual, but you can’t stop us all… after all, we’re all alike.

- Republished out of Respect from http://www.mithral.com/~beberg/manifesto.html

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