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interesting...

If that's the mouth, wonder what's in the 'belly' of that shark?

Gulp.

Thanks for the link. It's been awhile since I've thought about the underground base stuff. At times I've been so convinced of the vastness of underground systems that I've looked at the surface world people as poor innocents who have NO idea. But think about it. What would stop the controllers from doing this? It gives a new meaning to a Beatrix Potter poem I loved as a child:

Diggory Diggory Delvitt.

A little old man in black velvet.

He digs and he delves, you can see for yourselves,

The mounds dug by Diggory Delvitt.     [ Shown with adorable mole picture, but methinks this offbeat English author could have had a sly second meaning]

All I know is they do a darned good job of distracting most of us from poking our noses in down there.... Now to do so...

I noticed one of the dreamspell calendar graphics was oddly similar to the swastika symbol.

I wonder what it truly symbolizes.

So its a conglomerate of control? They make themselves seems so workaday and functional and needed. They can always threaten that we are a bunch of neo-luddites who
"just don't get it" and are backward and so forth. There are always so many "useful purposes," so many "business competition" rationals. It seems to have no end. They make it seem paranoid to question how technology is used.

In a T-Mobile brochure, a man jokes about  humiliating his wife by showing her deshabile and in various flustered states on the phone camera, and sending it to all her friends.
It sounds harmless if you think it's a joke, but when you read it straight it's scary and sounds like a Big Brother diatribe, an enjoyment of the loss of privacy and control. I'll see if I can find it. It has Will Farrell on the cover. Take away his jokey presence and the atmosphere it adds, read the thing straight and serious, and you get a chilling glimpse into underlying motives of manipulators which is not funny, not one little bit . Once again, I may seem lauphably paranoid to look at  it this way, but it's a short ride to hell from fun to the Furies.

Here it is : (it's mMode, not T-Mobile).

"                   covert ops>

            To test the limits of his mMode-equipped videophone, our intrepid correspondent [aw, idn't dat cute] put his wife on the line. by Joel Stein

   While I'm generally a third-generation adopter (I just got a microwave), when it comes to technologies with the potential to annoy, I'm beta [hm, beta huh?] all the way. I was first among my friends to buy a whoopie cushion [ again, how cute. And so retro-quiant], abused a laser pointer long before Lorenzo Lamas and, in 10th grade, unleashed the wrath of a SuperSoaker on my water-pistol toting friends. Friends, as you've probably gathered, I didn't tend to keep for long. [huh. no kiddin' jerry]
   So when I heard about camera phones, I got one immediately. In addition to pictures, my phone shoots 15 seconds of full-sound, full-color video so discreetly no one notices.
Even better, using mMode, I can send it to an email address or website straight from my cell [whoop de do!] , offering instant humiliation. It was the best Christmas ever. [are you reading it "straight"?]
   In the U.S., some people are using these cameras to shoot unflattering photos of celebrities to post on websites designed for embarrassing the hip and the famous.
   Some sites even run surreptitious [again, cute literary quianticism] cell shots, but most of them are lame. While shooting pictures of strangers and posting them online sounds gutsy [ oh?] , it's far more gratifying to torture the people you love. Compared to publicly humiliating your wife, I figured embarrassing strangers was for amateurs.
   After gathering the email addresses of my wife's parents and close friends, I proceeded to covertly record her in various states of disarray. Nudity seemed like it could backfire in some Paris Hilton-y way and make her more desirable to other men--a temptation she might gladly succumb to as a small form of retribution. But that still left a dazzling array of truly mortifying behavior to document.
   Although she often looks like an angel when she sleeps, if you're patient, you can catch Cassandra with some drool going and a paricularly confused expression that makes one assume she's dreaming of math. [no, probably wondering why she married you] That one I emailed in the middle of the night to her ultra-glamorous, Carrie Bradshaw-wannabe friend. The one of her sitting on the floor at the gym pretending to work out I will send to her trainer, should she ever get one.
   But the best mini-movies of Cassandra required no subterfuge. These were the ones I caught when she was yelling at, or lecturing, me. These, I think, would make Sundance.
   What I envision is a utopic future where we'll all be using our secret video cameras to blackmail and chagrin our loved ones. Fights will be settled SportsCenter-style, by going to the tape. With a push of the send button, I've got refs to review and instant replay. And I'm not afraid to use them."

This is shown with a picture of a "cute nerd" type guy with an annoying smile holding the camera phone as if to take a picture of "you."   [pg.8,spring/summer mMode mag]

When I read this, at first I bought it, then about half way through I thought of all we read here about the TPTP and their agenda, and , well, I wanted to scream.