A user with two bitcoins, bought for $5 and $10, could simply hand them both over to pay for a good worth one bitcoin, and receive one bitcoin as change. That would force both the spent bitcoin and the one received as change to be accounted for at the average cost of $7.50, since it would be impossible to tell which was which.
A very interesting analysis of the new Bitcoin ruling
My concern is this eventually getting out there under my name, um, and I know that there are ways that, you know, like calling me a cooperating witness or, or something like that.
A Vroom! Vroom! Story For Early Readers
Bertney loved her new Smurkurr.
“It’s like driving a soder can!” she told Papa the day he brought it home.
At first, she wasn’t happy that her old car had to go away, but Papa said he was tired of burying bodies out by the pool and it was time to get her something safer. Bertney didn’t know what any of those words meant, so she was very sad and confused. But then she saw her tiny little special car and instantly felt better.
“First stop, Furnch fries!” she squealed as she waved both hands out the window.
While she waited for Mr. David to get in (Bertney was never allowed to be alone. Papa’s rules.) Bertney imagined herself in the drive-thru beeping at all the other cars that would surely be jealous of her Smurkurr.
“I sure wish I was so teeny-tiny,” Bertney imagined them saying. “Why I bet that Smurkurr can fit in a pocket. I’ve never been in a pocket!”
Soon, Mr. David got in, but he didn’t seem happy at all about Bertney’s Smurkurr. He liked that it couldn’t go very fast on account of he was afeared of dying, but he sure used an awful lot of cuss words about how hard it’d be to put his wiener fry in her special place with so little room.
“So no doodly-diddles?” Bertney asked while trying not to look happy. Mr. David loved his doodly-diddles.
“No doodly-diddles,” Mr. David angrily. “And I paid your Papa good money.”
Bertney didn’t like the sound of that. But she did like the sound of the drive-thru window opening up for milkshakes! This was the bestest day ever.
“I love you, Smurkurr.”
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On the third anniversary of the Fukushima disaster, a woman prays for those who died in the earthquake and tsunami in Rikuzentakata, Japan. Photograph: Kyodo/Reuters
Strange Days we are living in, The news from #Snowden here at #SXSW.
it’s time to start a revolution
Anonymous asked: do you still have the writers' monthly meetings? I used to attend before I traveled out of country.
No, I actually moved out of Vancouver. They are starting a group in Victoria, but it’s not up and running yet. And I might do one in Tofino, but not this month.
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