I'd say it's more of a modern piece than ballet. Sure, they're moving on a nice straight line, but look at how the spherical lines of the costume diminish the human form. Notice the angular motion that never references the partner. If anything, I'd call it a descendant of Martha Graham or - even better - David Parsons. The subversion of what the human figure is expected to do is...

Umm... hang on. Isn't this nerdswholikedance.com?

Dammit! Wrong tab.

Hey, is that Ubuntu? How does that work? Compiled the new kernel yet? *walks away whistling*

No, no, that's *capturing* strippers. Motion capturing them is quite legal. You just have to ask really nicely before you try to stick the little green dots on them. Or so I hear. I've never even touched... er, met... umm, I mean *seen* a stripper. And I've never been within fifty yards of an elementary school in the... Hey, is that Ubuntu? You should show me how that works and stop reading this post before my parole off... mom gets here.

Aww, dammit.

Just for the sake of accuracy, Rage is signed to Epic. The X-Factor dude is signed to Syco. Both labels are subdivisions of Sony/BMG, but unless Simon Cowell has stock options at Sony (which, I'll admit, is pretty damned likely) then this download campaign isn't necessarily "lining (his) pockets." Purchases of a RATM song may increase the value of a company in which he has an investment, but there's no money from the sale going straight to him.

The FCC mandates a maximum signal level - let's call it X - that represents the loudest audio that you're allowed to broadcast within the signal specs. Regular television, because it's not run by complete bastards, actually understands that if you have quiet parts of your show then when something gets loud it will actually provoke a response in the viewer. Therefore, they usually broadcast at .5X and save 1X for the absolutely most exciting parts. Commercials, however, are frequently made by complete bastards who just want to bash their message into your ear with all the subtlety of Van Helsing hammering a stake into Dracula's chest. They run their audio at 1X the *entire frigging time*, and that's why the commercial seems "loud." Is it louder than the show you were just watching? No. Is it maximum loud the entire time? Yes.

And now that I look up and read your post again, I realise that I've just said the exact same thing.

MAYBE I SHOULD DO IT AT MAXIMUM VOLUME SO THAT EVERYONE HEARS IT!

Does anyone know the original source of the image? Do we even know that it wasn't just the product of a bored /b/tard with a warezed copy of Photoshop who saw the picture of Obama and thought "I think I'll piss off some people today!"

More like an Airwolf Cluster Bomb.

Easy. Just pander to the people who a) don't drink, or b) pretend that they don't. "Sin taxes" are becoming increasingly popular among the holier-than-thou voting crowd who look at it as a way to get everyone else to pay a tax increase while they get off free because "it's bad for you! You deserve it!"

"First they came for the smokers, and I said nothing because I was not a smoker. Then they came for the McNuggets and suddenly I cared because ZOMG MY FREEDOM!"

You keep your filthy talk to yourself, mister!

So you're saying that the site is mything?

...if we could just start making a list of all the people who *didn't* come here to make the XX/XY joke.

Just as long as I get my nachos...

The day that I go to the library and every book that I check out has a flyer for the local Viagra dealer between every page, then you better be damned sure I'm going to start complaining.

And I never said that *I'd* be doing the sodomy. I'm always making nachos during the half time show anyway.

My internet service is not provided to me for free. I pay for it. I reserve the right to accept or reject advertising as I see fit. People who not only force advertising on me, but do it in a deceitful manner, deserve nothing more than forcible, unlubed sodomy during the half time show of the Super Bowl. Spammers are roaches and should be treated as such.

MySpace needs to die first. Facebook is still at least vaguely functional once you weed out all of the autospam from every person that you know who's playing "Mafia Wars" or "Bejeweled" or "Come Fist My Pony!" You still need a T1 to load the average MySpace page because it'll instantly start playing eleven T-Pain videos and loading three gigs of animated "Thanks 4 The Add!" and "Just Showin' Sum Luv!" gifs.

It's open-source spelling.