Apr 19 2007
I thought it was about time to shut up for a while. There is too much work that really needs to be done, so I am leaving you with this wonderful Tufat mp3-player loaded with my all time favorites in music.
Click play button twice to start the player
Of course it will be hard for me to refrain myself from adding songs once in a while.
Apr 06 2007
A friend runs a site with xxx adult content. Of course he needs a payment processor and so he filled in the usually forms at ccBill; the most common payment processor for that kind of content. Little did he know that he was going to be reviewed with a thoroughness that borders on neurotic. Within 24 hours he received a long list of pictures and links that needed to be removed before his site could join the payment program.
According to Billy C. the girls on pages 256, 457, 832 and 902 looked kind of young and the page linking to a site – containing a link to yet another site – was linking to content Billy did not approve of. Etc. Etc. It was a fucking phone book of adjustments. I mean, I know what he is going through — as an adult Webmaster it is hard to check all of your own content. Believe me, all that fucking gets very, very boring if you have to look at it day in day out.
Earlier on I had some problems with ccBill myself because they wanted me to remove the painting Leda and the Swan at AMEA, because in their vision that was considered to be bestiality. I have a dirty mind, but I would have never thought of that Swan to.. Never mind, it is just too damn stupid.
In the mid-nineties we had hosting services and search engines who thought they were omnipotent and they would block whatever content they felt like blocking and now the payment processors and the cable companies seem to feel that they are the ones who should control the web.
It is my strong conviction that in *all* cases the Webmaster and the site owner should be held responsible for content. If third parties think certain content is illegal they should inform the local police or file a lawsuit. If they do not have a real case, they should simply be quiet and do what they are best at; leaning back and receiving kickbacks on transactions of people who happen to work for a living. That is how grownups deal with the same issues in printed media.
I have always mistrusted people who have such a keen eye for girls being over or under 18. To me all women under the age of 30 look like they are way too young to take part in an adult movie, but that’s just me, I guess.
Have you ever noticed how often child porn crusaders later turn out to be producers of child porn? Just as often as sport coaches and Catholic priests are child abusers. I know one thing; if I would suffer from that mental illness called pedophilia and needed a good excuse to look for child pornography on the web; I would certainly join the vice squad or the staff of ccBill. Every day of the week you have all the goodies you can lay your hands on without taking the risk to get caught.
This is the only reasonable explanation why ccBills reviews of sites are so unbelievably thorough. They must be pedophiles themselves. Mark my words; before this decade is over we will read about the staff of ccBill being arrested for the distribution of child porn.
Apr 05 2007
I was seeking shelter from the pooring rain at the bar of a restaurant about 60 km from my hometown Amsterdam. Sitting with me were a group of people one would rarely encounter in the center of Amsterdam; a farmer, some very old-fashioned desk clerks and a lady with red hair, who was obviously drunk.
The barkeeper dropped a bottle and cursed with such enthusiasm that the office clerks closed their eyes. The farmer mumbled something in a dialect I could not completely understand. I knew it was about The Lord Above and Sins In General.
Unlike me the lady obviously understood the farmer very well, because she replied almost instantly with a swollen tongue.
“Why should God be a man? I am convinced God is a woman.”
I was impatiently waiting for my drink. It was in the bottle the barkeeper just dropped. A discussion about God being male, female or neutered wouldn’t speed things up, so before any one could answer I moved towards the woman. All her wrinkles seemed to point downwards. In fact everything about her radiated dissatisfaction.
“I am sure God is a woman, my dear,” I said. The smile on my face was the kind of smile I normally reserve for my mother.
“See, what did I tell you?” she yelled at the rest of the visitors.
Luckily there was no response. The farmer looked outside and the clerks went on with their conversation about sports. My drink was going to take a long time, because the barkeeper had to descend into the cellar to find a new bottle, so I moved closer to the old woman.
“Do you want to know why I think God is a woman?” She just stared at her glass without expression, so I continued. “Because God evicted us from Paradise for the theft of one lousy apple and here we are today, thousands and thousands of years later.”
“Ah, not that again,” she said with her raspy voice. “Not that old story of blaming it all on Eve.”
“No,” I answered, “but if God would have been a man; he would have long forgiven us by now and you and I would not be sitting here in this dump waiting for the rain to clear.”
Without warning or hesitation she threw the contents of her drink in my face.
I did not mind. I was already soaking wet from all that rain and now the barkeeper spontaneously handed me the towel I had not dared to ask when I first came in.