"HELLO, TECHNICAL SUPPORT? I CAN'T STOP MY BODY FROM TRANSMITTING COPACABANA"
This is scary.
(Thanks to Ted Habte-Gabr)
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This is scary.
(Thanks to Ted Habte-Gabr)
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Luckily, you'd have to be cheek-to-cheek to get the dreaded Copacabana, Dave. So avoid everyone with Copacabana (pretty much just BM).
Posted by: Marvin | Paranoid Android | March 21, 2005 at 01:30 PM
What else could you transfer? I wouldn't want to accidentally download on someone, if you know what i mean.
Posted by: Sarcasmo | March 21, 2005 at 01:31 PM
So now you know what would happen if you ever, ever shook Cher's hand.
I used to think of a 'download' as spending quality time at the porcelain temple. No more...
Posted by: D'Artagnan | March 21, 2005 at 01:33 PM
Oh my gosh!
As soon as I saw His Essense all I could do was start huming,
"His name was Jesus,
He was a savior,..."
to the tune of Copacabana!
By tomorrow I'll have the rest of it, I hope
Posted by: kim | March 21, 2005 at 01:37 PM
Her name was Lola, she was a showgirl
With yellow feathers in her hair and a dress cut down to there
She would merengue and do the cha-cha
And while she tried to be a star, Tony always tended bar
Across a crowded floor, they worked from 8 till 4
They were young and they had each other
Who could ask for more?
At the Copa (CO!), Copacabana (Copacabana)
The hottest spot north of Havana (here)
At the Copa (CO!), Copacabana
Music and passion were always the fashion
At the Copa....they fell in love
(Copa Copacabana)
His name was Rico, he wore a diamond
He was escorted to his chair, he saw Lola dancin' there
And when she finished, he called her over
But Rico went a bit too far, Tony sailed across the bar
And then the punches flew and chairs were smashed in two
There was blood and a single gun shot
But just who shot who?
At the Copa (CO!), Copacabana (Copacabana)
The hottest spot north of Havana (here)
At the Copa (CO!), Copacabana
Music and passion were always the fashion
At the Copa....she lost her love
(Copa. . Copacabana)
(Copa Copacabana) (Copacabana, ahh ahh ahh ahh)
(Ahh ahh ahh ahh Copa Copacabana)
(Talking Havana have a banana)
(Music and passion...always the fash--shun)
Her name is Lola, she was a showgirl
But that was 30 years ago, when they used to have a show
Now it's a disco, but not for Lola
Still in the dress she used to wear, faded feathers in her hair
She sits there so refined, and drinks herself half-blind
She lost her youth and she lost her Tony
Now she's lost her mind!
At the Copa (CO!), Copacabana (Copacabana)
The hottest spot north of Havana (here)
At the Copa (CO!), Copacabana
Music and passion were always the fashion
At the Copa....don't fall in love
(Copa) don't fall in love
Copacabana
Copacabana
Posted by: shoot me please | March 21, 2005 at 01:40 PM
"As human beings are ineffective aerials, it is very hard to pick up stray electronic signals radiating from the body."
I don't know, I can think of certain parts that, under ideal conditions, might rise to to the occasion. But what a scary article. If I had a pacemaker I wouldn't be shaking hands with anyone at the hacker's convention.
Posted by: everysandwich | March 21, 2005 at 02:04 PM
I'm sorry, I don't want anything modulating my field, even minutely!
Posted by: MyField'sFineThankYou | March 21, 2005 at 02:05 PM
Did anyone else notice that PeeWee Herman wrote this article?
I suppose there could be two Paul Rubens, nah, I'm pretty sure it's Pee Wee Herman.
Morgana
Posted by: Morgana | March 21, 2005 at 02:13 PM
...or the song "I touch myself"....
Posted by: julietine | March 21, 2005 at 02:17 PM
Whoah! Are these people insane? You can get viruses and worms that way! Not to mention Spam.
Posted by: Wally Ballou | March 21, 2005 at 02:19 PM
Now an axe murderer could be consider a hacker in two senses.
Posted by: Rockwell | March 21, 2005 at 02:20 PM
Don't touch me, you've got a virus!
Posted by: Bismuth | March 21, 2005 at 02:56 PM
Julietine -- Nooo....I've tried so hard to forget I ever heard that song. Please take it back or I'll be forced to download unto you Funky Town...talk about it, talk about it, talk about it, talk about it...
Posted by: everysandwich | March 21, 2005 at 03:24 PM
This would sure make downloading porn a lot more interesting...not that I would know anything about that.
I wonder is the size of your bandwidth a problem here? Don't tell me size doesn't matter.
Posted by: tyler | March 21, 2005 at 03:29 PM
Maybe the topless protesters aren't really protesting. They're just trying to get better reception.
Posted by: mark | March 21, 2005 at 03:40 PM
This is an exercise in futility. The only people capable of figuring out technology this complex (the truely geeky) would be unable to use it. It requires contact with other human beings!
Posted by: sodem mclit | March 21, 2005 at 03:57 PM
ummm...maybe I've been married too long, but shouldn't the person you're kissing already know your phone number?
Posted by: cebasham | March 21, 2005 at 04:21 PM
If there was ever any doubt before - we can now not only walk to the beat of our drum, we can actually BE our own drum.
Posted by: Larraine | March 21, 2005 at 04:59 PM
If there was ever any doubt before - we can now not only walk to the beat of our drum, we can actually BE our own drum.
Posted by: Larraine | March 21, 2005 at 04:59 PM
Yea right.
Posted by: Keys Treasures | March 21, 2005 at 05:02 PM
Looking at the name this of this article's author, it's nice to see that Pee Wee Herman has found work...
"I know you are, but what am I?"
Posted by: the other lurker | March 22, 2005 at 04:47 AM
In the wrong hands, this could give a whole new meaning to the idea of "identity theft"
Officer: Ok, lets start at the top. Name?
Victim: I don't know.
Officer: You don't know?
Victim: One minute I was making a pass at that lady at the bar.
Officer: The one in leather with the direct satellite hookup and the superconductor lipstick?
Victim: Yeah. I asked her what a lady like her was doing in a cyberbar like this. That was when she grabbed me by the pocket protector and kissed me!
Officer: Uh...
Victim: I think she stole my identity!
Officer: Uh, right. Excuse me miss, could I have a word with you?
Woman: You can have more than a word!
Officer: Whoa...made me forget who I was there for a moment! What a minute, who am I? Ah, heck, can I have some more?
Woman: If I did that, I'd have to kill you.
Officer: Can I at least have your number?
Posted by: teleologist | March 22, 2005 at 06:06 AM
"IBM pioneered the field in 1996 with a system that could transfer small amounts of data at very low speeds..."
I'd been doing this for years, transmitting very complex data..
Twice it resulted in children...
Posted by: jamester | March 22, 2005 at 06:16 AM
His name was Jesus.
He was a Prophet.
And on the day he came to town
All the Rabbis hopped around.
He rode a donkey,
That groovin honkey.
He brought some bread and wine to eat,
And he only washed his feet.
He had a bone to pick
With all that Temple schtick.
So all the Rabbis,
They got together.
They paid old Judas for his boss,
And they went out to find a cross.
Their mouths were foamin
They fooled the Romans
Into charging him with crimes
And whipping him a hundred times.
They kicked some major butt
On this religious nut.
That was Jesus,
Jesus the Saviour!
He got no time off for good behavior.
That was Jesus,
Jesus the Saviour!
Crime, death & passion
Were always in fashion
With old Jeee-suuus!!!!
Anybody got a candle?
Posted by: kim, again | March 22, 2005 at 08:00 AM
Do they know the song "Copacabana" in New Delhi?
Posted by: Lmd33 | March 23, 2005 at 12:27 PM
I can think of even scarier things than bodies broadcasting Copacabana:
Boss: "Danson, I need a copy of that report ASAP!"
Danson: "No problem, boss. Just c'mere and give me a big hug."
Posted by: Corn | March 23, 2005 at 05:04 PM