Anyone have a Chase credit card with RFID? Apparantly they are quite easily hacked. The hacking thingie just has to get near the card to read it.

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AMHERST, Mass. — They call it the “Johnny Carson attack,” for his comic pose as a psychic divining the contents of an envelope.

Tom Heydt-Benjamin tapped an envelope against a black plastic box connected to his computer. Within moments, the screen showed a garbled string of characters that included this: fu/kevine, along with some numbers.

Mr. Heydt-Benjamin then ripped open the envelope. Inside was a credit card, fresh from the issuing bank. The card bore the name of Kevin E. Fu, a computer science professor at the University of Massachusetts, Amherst, who was standing nearby. The card number and expiration date matched those numbers on the screen.

My dentist offered to file down the edge of one of my wisdom teeth, when it moved and was irritating my tongue. As an interim measure, before getting it yanked (which it later was). I did not query him on the matter of whether one whips out the steel file with anaesthesia or without; I just fled screaming.

Wouldn't that make her half-Jewish?

Oh, now I have The Chanukah Song in my head. "A** C***** is half-Jewish, Wossname from the Virginia Senate Race is too/ Put them together, what a psychotic, fucked-up Jew!"

(My favorite version of that lyric involves Paul Newman and Goldie Hawn.)

My comma problem is that I use them whenever I would pause or draw breath in a sentence when speaking. Which is more often than formally prescribed, but I use my commas in a completely logical way. I feel oppressed by the comma-deleters of this world. (Also, I make long and complex sentences a lot, so I need commas a lot, so I use them! I have mastery of compound-complex sentences; I think I have by this point reasoned out an approach to punctuation.)

Or I just ramble and lose the linear.

Wossname

George Allen.

Ptui! Let us never speak of it again.

indeed, Fred.

I've found that after an election if someone asks me what I think about the results and I'm not sure whether they share my feelings, it's ALWAYS safe to say, "I'm so glad it's over".

And the guy at the market - definitely not just filed incisors. I'm assuming caps or something - his mouth was closed and there were just these two white fangs overlapping his lower lip. Nice, quiet, almost unnoticeable.

Could it be that A*n C******r is the bastard child of Ayn Rand and G*d?

That's attributing a whole lot of G-d to a horrible horrible woman.

That's attributing a whole lot of G-d to a horrible horrible woman.

If only Jesus could power-noogie his alleged half-sister into submission.

Paul Newman won (in his class) at a sports car race in Lime Rock yesterday. The man is 81. There are just not words for how much I adore him.

Wait--fake fangs? Or having had his incisors filed?

With properly-made fang caps, they look like your real teeth. The thought of filing my incisors makes my skin crawl.

I've had a few overly sharp or chipped teeth filed down - it's done with a filing head on the drill and (assuming it's done right) doesn't hurt a bit. Honest.