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: Issue #36: 1/01/2005 :
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: #00 News - team monkey :
: #01 Commands for CSS terminals - Mofo :
: #02 Rantings of a Telecommunications Lover - Decimalz :
: #03 Infomation on TXEx exchange based processors - zardoz :
: #04 Intruder Detection Systems at BSUP1 exchanges - Fleabag :
: #05 Identitate Ascunsa - Antonio Meucci :
: #06 Smashing The Stack For Fun And Profit - Jake Chinwamo :
: #07 The Story of Digital Transmission - Decimalz :
: #08 The DATU Modes and Practical Uses - ikari :
: #09 ... In a Nutshell - Johann Bénet :
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: TOTAL - lucky47kb :
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: #00 News - team monkey :
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: Infosurge and Team Monkey are very pleased to be a part of the long awaited
: release of Phrequency Issue #3. Hopefully this will inject a much needed
: spark into the Australian phreaking community. Perhaps this act could even
: bring about a new Payload issue? I hear it's the moneyshot.
:
: In other news, Infosurge is no longer only an Australian ezine, with last
: months issue going international. Read by thousands, and our cutting edge
: brown boxing tutorial viewed by even more. The response we have recieved is
: amazing. Not a single unsatisfied reader.
:
: We'd also like to bring everyones attention to the musical stylings of
: Jake Chinwamo and the Broken Coders. It truly is fantastic music, and we
: all feel very honored to be promoting it. Tracks from his upcoming album
: can be downloaded for free from -
:
: www.mp3.com.au/JakeChinwamoandtheBrokenCoders/
:
: I'd like to take a moment here to mention that ikari created and submitted
: an article for this issue. Which is so very inspirational. How he manages to
: be so special while trapped in the confines of that wheelchair amazes
: everyone.
:
: Thanks to everyone that has emailed us with support of phase5. He is still
: being held by authorities, in what is surely the largest miscarriage of
: justice since the trial of O.J Simpson. Some of your emails have been
: printed out and passed on to phase5 through his lawyer. From what we've
: been told, he is very touched by this, and hopes to publicly thank all of
: you when he is finally released.
:
: On a very sad note, we'd like to extend our sympathy and support to the
: victims of the recent tsunami. In a small gesture of support, and in the
: spirit of hope, we have added a tribute to the innocent victims who have
: had their lives changed forever by this tragedy, to the main page of our
: website. The tribute can be seen here, http://infosurge.fa.gs/
: Please feel free to attach this image of hope and love to any emails you
: send. While this may feel insignificant to you, it just might brighten
: someones day.
:
:
: <Decimalz> lovely, would'nt it be beautiful if infosurge was still want
: phase 5 made it?
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: Comments? Questions? Complaints? Submissions?
: infosurge@gmail.com
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: Many thanks to everyone that continues to help and support infosurge - lymco,
: Damien Gardener Jr, zardoz, High Master of supreme darkness Lord Mofo(myliege),
: Idlefire, d(spreadingthewordlikeaids), jestar, doe, StiNKy, ent, freq_, Phildo,
: kaneda, Eckz, alexis(luvubabe), wendy(slut), amber, mc jin green, Lou Diamond
: Phillips and everyone from 2600au( ladiesgetinfreesorryaboutzardozgirls:( )
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: Sorry if we forgot anyone!
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: #01 Commands for CSS terminals - Mofo :
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: (sic)
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: Yo dickheads, i dont live in .au anymore and stop usin my name i want nothing
: to do with you fags so fuck off, your nothing but a joke, and bringing up
: the past is not the thing to do, we have all moved on to better things, its
: sad that kids like you dont feel its time to move on, so ill say it for
: you,.,.
:
: Move on and forget this bullshit world of hax0rism it will only get you arse
: fuckedjust like your fucking with me..
:
: - High Master of supreme darkness Lord Mofo
:
: We humans are truly omnivores – we eat everything. As long as something edible
: either tastes good, makes us feel good, provides energy, nutrition, or adds
: a pleasurable texture we find ways to eat it. Anyone who has traveled abroad
: knows that foods we might find strange or unusual can be considered delicacies
: in other countries. In Sweden for example rotten fish is a national dish. In
: Australia concentrated yeast extract is spread on toast for breakfast. The
: British love their blood sausage, and in Peru guinea pigs are roasted for
: dinner. And we Americans consume vast amounts of milk - mammary secretions
: from cows.
:
: Semen is very nutritious, it has a palatable texture and has wonderful
: cooking properties. Like fine wine or cheeses, the taste of semen is complex
: and dynamic. Semen is also commonly available in many homes and restaurants
: and it is inexpensive to produce. Despite all these positive qualities semen
: remains neglected as a food.
:
: Any questions or comments on this article, please feel free to email me,
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: mofotron@gmail.com
: - Mofo
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: #02 Rantings of a Telecommunications Lover - Decimalz :
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: A B & C Maintenance (Of the TSP)
: (Refer Field Repairs Repairer's Handbook, Issue 8)
:
: A Service
: Test basic function
: B Service
: Mandatory tests applied at the completion of all Payphone TOW
: C Service
: Periodic inspecion of the complete Payphone Site
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: How to Perform B Service:
: (Part 1)
: Open upper compartment and check battery switches
: Enter menu and check for alarms
: Initiate a self test
: Test escrow using sequence "3-7-1-8"
: MTMS connection and repair code entry
: close door and replace handset
: Fill in logbook
: Functional tests
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: (Part 2)
: Lift handset off hook, LCD illuminates and reads "insert coin or cards"
: Listen for dial tone,veify transmitter is muted and correct minimum fee
: is dispalyed
: Insert Phonecard, chip face up (the LCD shows the available credit)
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: Dial the multimetering test number - 12722101 ONLY
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: Ensure transmitter is muted until third digit is dialed, correct
: debiting of card takes place, transmission is ok and card is locked
: in place
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: Replace handset and remove Phonecard (Listen for beeps)
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: TTY TEST (Part 2)
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: Lift handset and insert Phonecard
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: Dial 1800 555 630
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: On answer press "Announce Button"
:
: Draw opens, the TTY LCD will display services message,
: type: "Payphone Tech checking TTY are you recieving me ok? GA"
:
: When satisfied that you are sending and recieving end by typing "bye SKSK"
:
: Hang up, ensure the draw closed recover the phonecard
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: MTMS UPDATE:
:
: The upper and lower compartment warning alarms (147 and 148, respectively)
: were intended for use by coin collectors for a detected fault that they could
: not fix. This feature was never implemented.
:
: Due to large numbers of false warnings being generated, these will now be
: flagged as a non-sending alarm withing MTMS. This will prevent unneccessary
: payphone truck rolls.
:
: Although the alarm may not be sent to MTMS, it can still be present within
: the Tsp/CT3H payphone. To clear the alarm from the payphone, access the
: maintenance menu and erase the alarm then send a 000 repair code to MTMS.
:
: EDITORS NOTE: A Western Australian MTMS update will take place at 11pm on the
: 23rd of December. Thanks fungry for that information. - Decimalz
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:
: Taken from the service excellent news brief Also from the same letter:
:
: Residual Current Device (RCD) and Fuse
:
: There are additional parts now available for the Pole Mounted Terminal Box
: (42/741 & 42/742) and underground fuse pit inserts for payphone and RCM
: services respectively.
:
: PMTB?
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: Recent Faults Found By CTs (Country Technicians)
:
: Note: No specific action is required on this informationit is
: provided to act as a prompt should you encounter similar symptons.
:
: CMUX
: Symptom:
: "B" party no ring and "A" party recieves 2 bursts of ring tone,
: then the call drops out to busy tone.
:
: "B" party recieves nothing but they have dial tone and can call out normally.
:
: Problem:
: Cable 515 from the ringer card was half out and had bent the pins
: on the subrack. The pins are very fine and difficult to reach and
: align once bent. A visual inspection will show if the cable is not
: fully inserted.
:
: DCS20
: Sympton:
: A high pitched audible tone can be heard on POTS services on a DCS20
:
: Problem:
: It was found that the 2B1Q card was causing the problem. In both occurances
: of this fault the 2B1Q card had a read alarm LED lit.
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: #03 Infomation on the TXEx exchange based processors - zardoz :
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:
: Time is moving faster than I can see. Things are seemingly a blur to me now.
: I find it hard to get a fix on things, to hold on to a moment, step inside
: and live inside it. Things are starting to switch into passive mode.
:
: I find myself torn between two worlds over a new friend. One who I get along
: with, one who I seem to be able to talk to quite well and one who seems to
: need my help, however, her social crowd is not one that agrees with me. No,
: I have no problem being with the deadbeats of society every now and then but
: it makes me wonder why they shun me and my very attitude. I just don't seem
: to fit in their life and all of a sudden, I find that people don't like me
: anymore.
:
: And within a single moment, my self confidence drops to the ground and beyond.
: It's like primary school all over again.
:
: I suppose I was a bit harsh. Some of these people are actually decent people,
: but from a different standard to mine. I have built a life amongst the most
: intellectual of society. Most of my friends are the computer nerdy type, and
: that's okay, because I've found the group where I am accepted, the group I had
: been seeking all my life. It feels great for people to accept me for the
: person I am, not reject me because I am not their type.
:
: I went to a gathering after the 2600 last Friday. She was there, amongst some
: others. One of them was Marty, a person I had known at Blackburn High school
: and I was quite freaked out to see him. He has changed, he gets stoned every
: weekend and lives on alcohol and drugs, like his peers. Perhaps it's their
: very existence that leads them to find a way out, temporary relief through
: intoxication. I guess I will never know.
:
: Will she fit in with my group of friends? I hope so, those who I look upon as
: friends are kind, these are the people willing to accept people for who they
: are, and Sal is a nice person.
:
: She's the sort of person who barely belongs in her surroundings. The sort who
: cares a lot about everybody. She'll really put herself out for others and
: this reminds me of a few people in our family circle.
:
: However, the challenge is to see her in the environment in which she is
: comfortable, amongst those who seem to dislike me for absolutely no conceivable
: reason.
:
: So I will wing it, throw it up to the Gods to decide how things shall unfold.
:
: And as always, one moment = heaven. gaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaay.
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: #04 Intruder Detection Systems at BSUP1 exchanges - Fleabag :
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: Due to the high incidence of alcoholism and drug addiction amongst members
: of the gay community, I feel that I would like to share the story of my own
: alcoholism and addiction. With it, I will also share the story of the
: sometimes rocky road of recovery.
:
: I know today that alcoholism is a disease, mental, physical, and spiritual,
: not necessarily in that order. My alcoholism did not begin with the first
: drink I ever took, and that is a truth that took many years for me to accept.
:
: I had my first drink a long time ago, and when I had that first drink it did
: not make me want to sang and dance, or get into a fight. It did not make me
: want to go out and make love to somebody, perhaps because I was only ten years
: old at the time. What it did do was make things better, and helped push
: reality a little further away. I really needed things to be better in my life.
: I was a very unhappy child who didn't like his home life. I was mentally and
: physically abused by my father on a daily basis. Nothing I could do seemed
: to please him, so I just tried to keep out of his way. I didn't like the fact
: that we were so poor that we couldn't pay attention to anything. I knew I was
: different and I just didn't fit anywhere and felt like I was in never never
: land.
:
: We hear a lot these days about a condition called dysfunctional. Well I am
: going to tell you, our family invented it. My father was the eldest of a
: family of thirteen and all of them were drunks. My grandfather was a daily
: drinker and was still getting into fights in the bars at eighty years of age.
: My father was the only non-drinker in the bunch. He suffered from the
: disease of alcoholism in every respect, with the exception of the consumption
: of booze.
:
: You can just imagine what it was like when there was a family gathering. Every
: wedding and funeral ended in a brawl, and Christmas and Easter were no exception.
: Nobody in our family had any feelings, or if they did, they never allowed them
: to show. The only acceptable emotion was anger. I can never remember any show of
: affection between members of my family, but after a few drinks, it didn't seem
: to matter that I felt unloved or that I didn't fit in. As I was always trying to
: make things better and trying to make my self feel better about myself, I was
: always drinking. I wasn't long before it became apparent to everyone but me, that
: I was in trouble with booze.
:
: Until this time I had never made a connection between my drinking and my sexual
: nature. Then one night on one of my drinking sprees, I picked the wrong guy as the
: focus of my sexual attentions. This guy was a friend of mine and one of the usual
: drinking gang. He was completely straight and one hell of a talker. Panic, fear,
: and one terrible case of, "God was I drunk last night" syndrome followed the
: incident.
:
: I knew that I had to find a safe place to hide as soon as possible, so I did as
: many closet cases do. I got very involved with a woman who was afraid that she
: was going to be left an old maid, and who was co-dependent enough not to ask
: too many questions. So about a year later, at the tender age of eighteen, we
: got married.
:
: Marriage; the perfect place to hide. What a hell I had created for the both of us.
: This turned out to be a real tragedy, but there were some funny things that happened
: as well, at least I thought they were funny at the time. My wife was several years
: older than I and the neighbour kids used to come to the door and ask me if my mom
: was home? I thought this was a big joke, but the poor woman had plenty of reasons
: to be prematurely grey.
:
: As the children of this unlikely union began to appear, my drinking really increased
: and everyone involved in my life became more unhappy with each passing day. I spent
: more and more time away from home for any reason I could dream up, and my hiding place
: became less and less secure. I can recall coming home one Christmas Eve at three am.
: drunk out of my mind, to find my two little daughters still up, waiting for me, heart
: broken and in tears. What a gut wrenching experience that was. But it wasn't enough
: to cause me to quit drinking. I would stay sober for short periods of time to keep the
: peace at home, but without fail, my need to hide the real me would take over and I
: would be gone again. I then started bringing my drinking friends home with me, and
: it wasn't long before my wife had enough. So I arrived home one night to an empty
: house. I was destroyed, I loved my children very much, but not as much as I loved
: booze. So I quit my job and got drunk for a month or so, that would fix the bitch
: for what she had done to me!
:
: When I got too sick to drink anymore and didn't have a dime left in my pocket, I took
: a look at the absolute mess I had made of my life and the lives of the children I loved.
: I was desperate. I wanted my children back, and I would do anything to protect my hiding
: place. I could not have anyone find out who I really was.
:
: At twenty seven years old, I joined Alcoholics Anonymous, and a month or so later I
: went to see my wife with a story that would bring tears to a concrete wall. She bought
: the story and soon I had my children and my place to hide.
:
: I went to meetings and didn't drink for almost eight years, but in my heart I believed
: that drinking was the way of life and homosexuality was the disease.
:
: My period of sobriety brought me a lot of material success, for like most alcoholics,
: I had a lot of drive, and I used work to keep my mind off my cravings and the real me.
: As long as I didn't drink I seemed to be able to control my sexual attraction to other
: men, but I was in agony most of the time.
:
: As the time passed, more children were born until there were six in all. Life in my
: prison of the fear of discovery became almost unbearable. I had several extra marital
: affairs with women to throw the people I thought were watching me off the track, but I
: became obsessed with the need to experience some intimate time with other males. I formed
: a couple of very emotionally charged non-sexual relationships with men I had met in the
: A. A. program, and that helped for a while, but I felt so utterly incomplete.
:
: Finally in one of my dry drunk trips into fantasy, I convinced myself that I could have
: the best of both worlds. For my first victim, I selected a young man in the recovery program
: that I was very emotionally involved with. We were going to an out of town conference,
: and as we had done this many times before, share a hotel room and the bed, he didn't ask
: any questions. I was a nervous wreck by the time we got to bed, but I mustered my courage
: and put my arm around him. Surprise, surprise, he responded, it was heaven while it lasted,
: but when it was over, I couldn't talk to him. I had to run. The guilt and fear were driving
: me insane. What if he talked? How would I get myself out of this one? I went through a hell
: on earth after that. I couldn't talk to my wife, I couldn't even look at the kids, I was
: ready to blow my brains out. Then I took what I thought was the easier softer way. I
: arranged a business trip to the city via the closest liquor store, and a nightmare began
: that lasted sixteen years. The increasing need for more and more booze to put the
: alligators in my gut to sleep soon returned me to my old pattern of daily drinking.
:
: During this time, I had broken all contact with my family and avoided them at every turn,
: as I was still hiding my drinking and my sexuality from them. At this time I was doing
: the Social Butterfly thing, throwing elaborate parties and making the rounds of the bars.
: I always tried to stay at least partly drunk so that reality would not get to close to me.
: I had so may relationships and sexual involvements that even I needed a program in order
: to know who the players were. It seemed to me that if I could get someone to spend twenty
: minutes in bed with me I must be O.K. I used to abused anyone who would stay in one place
: long enough. I was out on the street, but in my gut I was still in the closet.
:
: The last five years of my drinking things really began to turn ugly, particularly me. I
: became more aggressive, and abusive to the few people who would still hand around me. As
: the frequency and the duration of the blackouts increased I spent more and more time alone,
: and by the case for fear of running out, as the times that I was fit to drive a vehicle to
: obtain more became less frequent. It seemed that I was always trying to fend off the D.T.'s.
: I couldn't sleep unless I had drank enough to pass out, and I used to wake up at four AM to
: start the day with a drink before the little green men arrived. During this period of my
: drinking , I surrounded myself with a group of drunks who needed a supply of booze and a
: place to drink. I would have bought booze for the Devil himself if he had hung around and
: drank with me and promised not to leave me alone. An intense fear of abandonment had been
: added to the collection of fears that haunted me.
:
: At this point, I knew that I was losing my mind, and I knew that my next likely stop would
: be the asylum or the grave yard. Both of these ideas scared the hell out of me. I knew I
: had to stop drinking somehow. Cold turkey was out of the question, and I couldn't do the
: hospital thing. After all, I had to preserve my dignity. I wasn't going into an alcoholic
: ward so I tapered off over several days. I had my last drink at seven p.m., and tried to
: sleep, but that was not to be. For four days and nights, I sat in a chair except for the
: times I woke laying on the floor my puke, from the seizures. It was a very foolish way to
: quit drinking, and I would not recommend this approach to anyone trying to quit. The detox
: method is much safer.
:
: Finally I made my way to an A.A. meeting. Going back there was one of the hardest things I
: have ever done in my life. I had to admit to my self, that the people who told me that I
: could never drink again were right, and I had been wrong. I had chosen to forget that the
: physical addiction to alcohol never goes away. If we are alcoholics, sooner or later booze
: will take control of our lives and we will have no choice except to quit or die.
:
: I had deteriorated so much mentally and emotionally that my first two years of sobriety were
: not very happy ones. I was so full of resentment and fear, that with out the booze and drugs
: to take the edge off reality, I got no peace at all. I was unwilling to listen to the advise
: of other people in recovery, so I continued to hide and suffer.
:
: Finally I decided that there was no way that I could live sober and I was afraid of the results
: of returning to drinking. I know that I would end up in a padded cell in a straight jacket.
: So I decided that death was the only way out for me. If I was going to kill myself, I didn't
: want to make too big of a mess for some one else to clean up, but I wanted to make it spectacular
: enough that people would remember me after I was gone. I heard a lot of people around A.A.
: talking about God and Higher Powers and a Power Greater than ourselves, but I wasn't having
: any of that stuff. I was a total atheist and before I died I was going to prove that I was
: right. I sat in my chair, shotgun in hand and said "God, if you exist you better show yourself
: right now because I'm checking out of here in five minutes". Nothing happened, but for the
: first time in my life, the alligators in my guts had stopped fighting. Something had happened.
: There was a power of some kind at work. I didn't know what it was, but it was real.
:
: After that experience, my attitude to recovery and the recovery program underwent a dramatic
: change. I could relate to other people in a non drinking, non-sexual situation for the first
: time in my fife. I attended and still do, regular meeting and special interest meetings for
: Gay people. In these groups I found acceptance support and friendship. The feeling that I was
: different and didn't fit began to disappear, and my perception of myself as a member of the
: human race began to improve. I felt much better physically and mentally, but I still had an
: awful battle with the fear of discovery of my sexuality. Finally I stumbled on an idea. Perhaps
: I could give the gift of acceptance of the way I was created, a homosexual male alcoholic.
: It didn't feel all that bad. At last, I was a genuine part of creation. Not a freak or a
: moral degenerate. I was exactly what my creator intended me to be.
:
: Life today is very different than it was when I came to Alcoholics Anonymous this time,
: almost ten years have passed, and I have accumulated very little of this worlds goods in that
: time, and will be many years clearing up the wreckage of my past, but today I have loving
: friends, and my family all around me. I live openly in a meaningful gay relationship, and I
: didn't have any desire to take a drink today.
:
: The road I have travelled has had more than it's share of pain and heartbreak, but I would walk
: it again to feel the way I feel today.
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: #05 Identitate Ascunsa - Antonio Meucci :
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:
: Blood leaks
: from my cheeks
: and pours
: from my pores.
: I got beat up by nine guys.
: I think one was a ninja.
: I’m totally dying.
:
: If I see you on the street Alexander Graham Bell, I'm going to fucking cut
: you. Cut you so bad.
:
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: #06 Smashing The Stack For Fun And Profit - Jake Chinwamo :
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:
: Captain Crunch blew a whistle, pitch was sharper than a thistle
: Punched in some numbers, cuz the call was free-izzle!
: 2600 hundrad, niggers won't touch that
: Motherfuckers scared to post to the list cuz everyone's mad bad!
:
: vort-fu, I'm talkin' to you
: Stupid motherfucker what did Jake ever do?
: Steppin' up, playin' the game
: It's too bad you have a cock, ERRR, hyphen in your name
:
: Anthony Lord? Man I'm already bored,
: Like all the other Mac users you're a sellout, whore
: Tig, you're not big,
: Not bouncing on your tail, bouncing on Poohbear's dick
: John Pana... cobana, torana... faggot!
:
: Captain Crunch blew a whistle, pitch was sharper than a thistle
: Punched in some numbers, cuz the call was free-izzle!
: 2600 hundrad, niggers won't touch that
: Motherfuckers scared to post to the list cuz everyone's mad bad!
:
: What! What?! Metro can't even get behind this block!
:
: David Munoz, he don't fuck with us coz,
: He's not a silly motherfucker, he knows who's boss
: Rees Boffey and Trevor Lee,
: I seen these faggots having gay sex while being taped by Mattew Lambie
:
: Zardoz, Tristan, pumps ladies like a piston,
: Motherfucker never studies, he's always out kissin'..
: Guys, guys, especially the bretheren,
: For one moment, I was in heaven.
:
: WHAAAAAAAAAAAAAAT!!!!!!!?!?!?!
:
: Captain Crunch blew a whistle, pitch was sharper than a thistle
: Punched in some numbers, cuz the call was free-izzle!
: 2600 hundrad, niggers won't touch that
: Motherfuckers scared to post to the list cuz everyone's mad bad!
:
: Captain Crunch blew a whistle, pitch was sharper than a thistle
: Punched in some numbers, cuz the call was free-izzle!
: 2600 hundrad, niggers won't touch that
: Motherfuckers scared to post to the list cuz everyone's mad bad!
:
:
: That's right, Infosurge, motherfuckers. Straight gangster.
: Brown Boxin', yeah, what, huh, what... fuckin' yeahhhhhhh.
:
: I fell off the stage
: I fell off the stage
:
: *gunfire*
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: #07 The Story of Digital Transmission and Their Removal - Decimalz :
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: In 1844, an American called Samuel Finley Breese Morse sent the first message
: over a telegraph line between Baltimore and Washington in the United States,
: using a signalling code of his own invention. The message read that an
: elderly male patient had a peanut butter jar lodged in his rectum, and a
: younger man had a large plastic vibrator on his rectal shelf.
:
: A 65-year-old man came to the emergency department of an outlying hospital
: complaining of lower abdominal pain. A large empty glass jar was discovered in
: the rectum, and a system using the deflections of a needle which was used in
: railway signalling. Both Wheatstone and Morse were indebted for their basic
: ideas to the American, Joseph Henry, who however did not patent his inventions.
:
: But what made Morse's system different, and what caused it to be the telegraph
: system universally employed, were two factors: firstly, Morse's ability to
: lobby the United States Congress and convince them to pay for the construction
: of the first commercial telegraph line; and secondly, the simplicity and ease
: of the the anal sphincter. The glass was intact and there was no apparent
: bleeding. After multiple unsuccessful attempts at removal in the emergency
: department, the patient was taken to the operating room, given spinal
: anesthesia, and placed in the jack-knife position; the anal region was prepped
: and the buttocks separated with tape.
:
: A 34-year-old man came to the emergency department one evening complaining of
: rectal and lower abdominal pain after allegedly having been abducted and
: sexually assaulted by several other men. Abdominal examination revealed a firm
: mass above the umbilicus, and digital palpation rectally encountered a hard,
: plastic object at 4 or 5 cm. A roentgenogram showed a large vibrator in the
: rectum. No free air was detected under the diaphragm, and bowel sounds and
: vital signs were completely different kinds of electrical pulse - one short
: and one long, a dot and a dash. By combining these two kinds of pulses, it
: was possible to represent every letter in the alphabet by a code of four
: pulses or less.
:
: Over the years, a multitude of objects have been removed from the colorectal
: area, including bottles, candles, fruits, vegetables, vibrators, tumblers, a
: polyethylene waste trap from the U-bend of a sink, salami, sponge rubber
: balls, baseballs, sewing needles, marijuana, sandfilled bicycle inner tubing,
: an aluminum tube (used by a prisoner to store money and other valuables),
: broomsticks, and the three dots of the letter "S" - that Marconi heard in his
: earphone, a signal transmitted against all predictions of the experts across
: the Atlantic Ocean from England. It was a very faint signal, but Marconi could
: pick it out against all the background noise.
:
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: #09 ... In a Nutshell - Johann Bénet :
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:
: Rumored that he once hacked off a roommate's arm at the elbow, with a 16th
: century samurai sword, during a heated argument over whose turn it was to
: toss the Caesar salad, Perry "Beak" Stiller had little difficulty in
: convincing fellow inmates that he was the ideal candidate for the newly
: vacated job of shower room janitor.
:
: Standing only 5 foot, 6 inches and weighing in at a mere 143 pounds, not
: many possessed Beak's switchblade-quick reflexes, awesome physical power or
: fearless courage.
:
: [Related author's note: in the summer or '73, while resting comfortably on a
: small plot of grass in the exercise yard, hearing commotion, I glanced toward
: the weightlifting pile. There, towering above Beak and shouting insults,
: stood SCI-Dallas' Champion power lifer, 6 foot, 7 inch, 357 pound, Otis Van
: Heusen. Though my eyes at no time wavered or shifted from the scene, I never
: actually saw Beak's fist strike Otis' chin. But I did hear it...CRACK! and
: Otis hit the ground like a sack of dead cats.]
:
: The only visible characteristic that set Beak apart from the average Joe, was
: his long, thin, wedge-shaped nose that would have looked more at home
: attached to the face of a macaw parrot, hence, the handle, "Beak." Wide
: spread speculation, however, was that Beak wasn't exactly "right in the head."
: It prevented all but the bravest of the brave from bringing this flawed facial
: feature to his attention. Add to the mix his valid reputation as a bully, a
: sexual predator bully, and you quickly understood why, while in his presence,
: you wished to be some place else.
:
: His partner in crime, John "Dog" Padogna, of average height, tipping the scale
: at 180+ pounds and, loyal as a wet puppy dragged in from a thunderstorm, brought
: to the table an equally impressive dossier of dastardly deeds: six prison
: escapes, two bank robberies, five assaults on corrections officers, a partial
: decapitation, one obscene phone call and twenty-seven assaults on inmates,
: sexual assaults.
:
: Dog had only a mediocre success record as a jailhouse rapist and deviant sexual
: predator. Y'see, Dog wasn't the brightest match in the box. After cornering an
: innocent, helpless victim in a secluded area of the prison, then ravishing him
: in ways that would chill the bones of a seasoned sexual predator, he'd make
: the battered victim "promise" not to tell. Satisfied the young lad wasn't
: lying, he simply let him go. Whereupon, the mauled pummeled victim would make
: a beeline to the proper authorities.
:
: Unfortunately, no lesson of any lasting value was ever learned from this
: important oversight. Thus, Dog always got caught. His justifying logic for
: being apprehended so many times (the reason he'd served fourteen out of
: sixteen years of his incarceration stripped naked and locked away in the Hole)
: was always, "That asshole [the victim] snitched on me!" Or, "Goddamn! that was
: a bit of bad luck."
:
: The Dog's luck, however, was about to change.
:
: It was Beak who, after a few days on his new job as shower room janitor,
: convinced Dog to fill out a job request slip applying for the job of
: "assistant" to the shower room janitor.
:
: Beak informed Dog, "Man, the pickin's down there are great!"
:
: After a thorough evaluation of Padogna's job request, his counselor, Mr. M.F.
: Knott, summoned Dog to his office and announced, "You begin your new job
: tomorrow. You'll be working with Mr. Stiller, as his assistant. Any problems
: with that?"
:
: "No, no problem," replied Dog. As if monetary gain was actually the
: motivating factor to Dog in this devious scenario, he inquired, "how much will
: I be a'makin'?"
:
: "Twenty-three cents an hour," replied Mr. Knott.
:
: "Boy-oh-boy!" exclaimed Dog, "Now, I'll be able to send my dear ol' mother
: (who died giving birth to Dog 27 years earlier) a few bucks to help with her bills."
:
: The shower rooms at the state Correctional Institution in Dallas,
: Pennsylvania, are located in the basements of each housing block. There inmates
: are allowed to take showers three times daily: at 9 am to 11 am, 1 pm to 3 pm
: and again between 6 pm and 8 pm. At the completion of each showering period, in
: preparation for the next group of inmates, the janitor with his loyal assistant
: enters the shower room and (for approximately an hour) they scrub and disinfect
: the place.
:
: Sitting on a wooden bench down in the basement opposite shower stall number 9,
: Beak and Dog hatched their obscenely foul scheme.
:
: "Okay, Dog, here's the plan," informed Beak. "Y'know that new red-haired kid
: in cell 23?"
:
: "Yeah, I've had my eye on his hind-parts since he moved on the block. Man!
: that kid's handlin' big time in the butt department. I'd sure like to plug that
: gopher hole!"
:
: "First, we gotta get him down here by his self," instructed Beak. "Have ya
: peeped his lips? He's got the prettiest, pouting, pink lips I've ever seen."
:
: "You ain't gonna kiss him, are ya?" inquired Dog.
:
: "Maybe, maybe not," shrugged Beak. "It all depends on how things go. But, he's
: gonna kiss 'this," added Beak cupping a hand over his crotch.
:
: Dog inquired, "How are we gonna get that sweet thing down here?" Remembering
: the dirty-thirds he got stuck with back in '71, he quickly added, "I'm first!
: I go first."
:
: "Fine with me," replied Beak. "Okay, listen up! I've been watchin' him,
: watchin' him close. He'll be coming down here with a couple of his punk-ass
: buddies about 7:30 tonight. You pull him aside when he's done showering and
: keep him occupied until his asshole buddies leave."
:
: "How?" asked Dog. "He might get suspicious. I can't get near that kid without
: my joint stiffenin' up."
:
: "I don't give a shit," responded Beak. "You just keep him distracted until
: his jerk-off pals takeoff."
:
: "Then what?" asked Dog as he adjusted the throbbing bludge in his state
: issue trousers.
:
: "I'll close the door like always," said Beak, "but this time I'll wedge it
: shut with a scrub brush. That way no one can get in...or out. The guards will
: think we're just doin' our job. If all goes according to plan, we'll have a
: little better than a hour with Reds. Try not to leave any marks on him, okay?"
:
: "Hot damn!" exclaimed Dog. "An hour! Shit, that's enough time to make him like it!"
:
: "Don't matter if he likes it or not," snarled Beak adjusting his own bludge.
: "Beacuse we're gonna like it!"
:
: "Remember," Dog reminded, "I'm first! And, I'm gonna plug me a gopher hole. I'll
: bet that sweet, young thing don't have a hair on that s-m-o-o-t-h, soft ass
: anywhere!"
:
: "Just keep your distance from those lips," warned Beak. "I got me somethin' real
: special planned for those pretty, pink, pouting chops."
:
: Reds hated the shower! The place scared him to death. The way those animals
: looked at him, especially that one with the big nose, it was sickening!
: Disgusting! They were nothing but perverts...all of them! Oh, yeah, Reds knew
: what they wanted all right...they wanted sex, but knowing what they wanted was
: even more frightening than not knowing. "It just turns my stomach to think about,"
: Reds often thought.
:
: Except for his two good buddies, Elmer and Clyde, who always went to and from the
: shower room with him so they could protect and look after one another in that awful,
: dreadful shower room, they were all disgusting, perverted sleazeballs!
:
: Waiting nervously in his cell for Elmer and Clyde to arrive, Reds, undressed to his
: shorts, tossed on the robe his mother had sent him and gripped-up his soap dish,
: wash cloth and towel. When his buddies, Emler and Clyde, showed up, they all headed
: to the shower room...where Beak and Dog waited!
:
: The plan worked perfectly. When Reds stepped from his stall and quickly covered
: himself with his robe, Dog approached the prey and, under the pretence of selling
: Reds a radio, ushered him around to the back of showers and out of sight.
:
: Next, Beak slithered up to the still soaped-up and showering Elmer, then shouted
: menacingly, "hey, snot-face! get your sorry, sissy-punk ass outta here right, NOW!
: And take your numb-nuts pal, Clyde, with ya! If either one of you worthless,
: son-of-a-bitches say a word about this to anybody, I'm cuttin' your balls off!"
:
: Elmer and Clyde ran, lickety-split, from the shower room.
:
: Slamming the door, Beak wedged it with the scrub brush. "Okay, he ordered, "bring
: that pussy out!"
:
: There, in the shower room, they had their wicked, evil way with Reds.
:
: As anticipated, Reds didn't like it. At least, not at first. He did nothing except
: cry, whine, blubber and beg for his life for, oh, an entire five minutes or so.
: Then, to Beak and Dog's surprise (and delight), Reds stopped sobbing and began
: muttering slight sounds of pleasure. Ten, maybe fifteen minutes into the nasty
: goings-on, Reds experienced a stunning self-awakening and thought to himself,
: "Dog's not such a bad guy after all. He's just misunderstood."
:
: Approximately three weeks into this sorted affair, Dog lost his mind. He fell
: madly in love with Reds who, likewise, formed an adoring affection for Dog. It
: all began, as the story goes, with an inquisitive request from Reds for a
: "reach-a-round" from Dog while Dog was gopher holing him from behind. From
: there, the affair just seemed to mushroom.
:
: Beak, shortly after negotiating a complex deal that insured him sole ownership
: of Red's pretty, pink, pouting lips, and masquerading as an ordained minister of
: the Tijuana Church Of The Good Shepard, joined the loving couple in holy matrimony
: on June 1st, 1975, in the shower room at SCI-Dallas.
:
: The ensuing honeymoon, which promptly took place in the large double-wide shower
: stall mainly reserved for the handicapped, was an event no human being in his or
: her right mind would've wanted to witness. Among the many strange and perverted
: sexual acts performed in the "honeymoon" suite, it's rumored that Dog's
: gopher-hole became community property.
:
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