Bit torrent is a multiple point to multiple point asymmetric file transfer technology. It's a tool and of course it can be used in different applications, including piracy.
Someone who see this piracy model as an opportunity, built something based on it, make profit and evolved into a business.
So stop assing me about the movie I got from the movie rental machine in my local super market. I do know they update their hundreds and thousands, if not millions, machine's media database with Bit Torrent; for the movie I got, recorded with a consumable blank recordable DVD, right there, right then, inside that movie rental machine. Which also have the potential, to be the supply source for local rental shops, with that shop's own cheap jewel case they purchased with their own high quality cover printed from the source supply machine which must be operated by human being to slide it in that jewel case. With a licensing or business franchise system, for dubbing their own shop rental tape, shielded by piracy.
All connection and communication services are provided by the telecommunication industry. Till the second last human being on earth do us stop.
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Jun 16, 2009
Apr 27, 2009
Fantasy
I have this scenes in mind, probably root from dreaming when I was a child, that gives me an weird kind of a feeling. Let's see.
Right in the middle of a street that I have never been to, on the side walk, I was window shopping with bunch of strangers. All of a sudden, a thought of crazy want of something pop up alongside my own thinking of things. I was then driven by a force behind my back, pushing me all the way towards a similar but set to be serving a totally different objective set. I raided that place raging like a bull.
What I had in mind was the frame for goal keepers, my position when I play soccer, for those who were playing soccer on the field right next to me.
I remembered that corner flag where the ball were kicked towards me, and that mark on the ground where the ball was placed twelve yards in front for a striker's hard ball striking when I must step forward to tackle down with my body at all cost. With teammates line up in front from the nearest lower number guards to the furthest mid to high number mid field and strikers that my goal kick must reach with back spin on the ball for the ease of their control.
Also the view of all my teammates turning their back running away from me when my team attacks, and once they turned back facing me that I must command them by letting them know where the opponents are striking behind them that needs to be covered.
Within my designated area, I am the sun visor almighty permitted to use my gloved hands and arms to tackle down my opponents skillful attack into the framework that I am defending. My fearless courage to catch or repel any cannons fired towards into hitting the framework without hesitation regardless if it is the opponents' strongest shoot with their strongest body muscle.
A line from comic "Goal keeping is our last line of defense, as long as keeper doesn't lose kept, our team will never lose." by someone numbered 1 on his back during a game with 2 halves that each half last 9 intervals of 5 minutes.
It'd be nice to see Cal Poly Pomona compete against Ivy in NCAA. Engineers apply knowledge by sport competition with tools, like pencil or hexagonal stick with a net bearing balls.
Instrumentum Disciplinae and Vox Veritas Vita.
Right in the middle of a street that I have never been to, on the side walk, I was window shopping with bunch of strangers. All of a sudden, a thought of crazy want of something pop up alongside my own thinking of things. I was then driven by a force behind my back, pushing me all the way towards a similar but set to be serving a totally different objective set. I raided that place raging like a bull.
What I had in mind was the frame for goal keepers, my position when I play soccer, for those who were playing soccer on the field right next to me.
I remembered that corner flag where the ball were kicked towards me, and that mark on the ground where the ball was placed twelve yards in front for a striker's hard ball striking when I must step forward to tackle down with my body at all cost. With teammates line up in front from the nearest lower number guards to the furthest mid to high number mid field and strikers that my goal kick must reach with back spin on the ball for the ease of their control.
Also the view of all my teammates turning their back running away from me when my team attacks, and once they turned back facing me that I must command them by letting them know where the opponents are striking behind them that needs to be covered.
Within my designated area, I am the sun visor almighty permitted to use my gloved hands and arms to tackle down my opponents skillful attack into the framework that I am defending. My fearless courage to catch or repel any cannons fired towards into hitting the framework without hesitation regardless if it is the opponents' strongest shoot with their strongest body muscle.
A line from comic "Goal keeping is our last line of defense, as long as keeper doesn't lose kept, our team will never lose." by someone numbered 1 on his back during a game with 2 halves that each half last 9 intervals of 5 minutes.
It'd be nice to see Cal Poly Pomona compete against Ivy in NCAA. Engineers apply knowledge by sport competition with tools, like pencil or hexagonal stick with a net bearing balls.
Instrumentum Disciplinae and Vox Veritas Vita.
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