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Wabbit!

I am disturbed...

http://www.pcworld.idg.com.au/index.php?id=957268323&eid=-108

Follow the link to the actual site. It's a worry.

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kirby1024
Sep. 28th, 2006 05:56 am (UTC)
Ah yes, I've seen the wifi rabbit on Thinkgeek before, but the others are... interesting. Especially the scent plug-in. Frankly, I don't think I really want to smell the internet, or my e-mail, thankyouverymuch...
paradigmshifty
Sep. 28th, 2006 06:06 am (UTC)
Email will smell overwhelmingly of Hormel product...
kunoichi_chan
Sep. 28th, 2006 06:04 am (UTC)
...wow.
illdrinn
Sep. 28th, 2006 07:34 am (UTC)
At least the rabbit is an info provider and wi fi hot point... did you look at the rest of the page? USB powered perfume dispensers tied to your email receipts? *that* doesn't disturb you more?
emilyjane
Oct. 3rd, 2006 10:48 pm (UTC)
A worry? But ... I want one! I must have a shiny gimmicky intaweb bunny!

(and consider yourself added, by the way *g*)
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Desert Rose

I dream of rain
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I wake in vain
I dream of love as time runs through my hand

I dream of fire
Those dreams are tied to a horse that will never tire
And in the flames
Her shadows play in the shape of a man's desire

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Each of her veils, a secret promise
This desert flower
No sweet perfume ever tortured me more than this

And as she turns
This way she moves in the logic of all my dreams
This fire burns
I realize that nothing's as it seems

I dream of rain
I dream of gardens in the desert sand
I wake in vain
I dream of love as time runs through my hand

I dream of rain
I lift my gaze to empty skies above
I close my eyes
This rare perfume is the sweet intoxication of her love

I dream of rain
I dream of gardens in the desert sand
I wake in vain
I dream of love as time runs through my hand

Sweet desert rose
Each of her veils, a secret promise
This desert flower
No sweet perfume ever tortured me more than this

Sweet desert rose
This memory of Eden haunts us all
This desert flower
This rare perfume, is the sweet intoxication of the fall

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