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I'm just glad that someone else is still listening to Deltron 3030.

I keep my dreadlocks in a napkin ring.

I'm wondering what the 'mbs' at the bottom is. milli-bits? Can you really have less than a bit?

My Saturn smells better than Uranus.

Hello. Hello? Anybody there? What's that strange tapping on the roof out back? Guess I'll go out and have a look, armed only with a torch that's not quite working properly and could go out at any second. I wonder how my girlish scream is coming on ...

Apparently mbs is supposed to be MB, but they decided big letters are too scary, and to add an 's' to compensate.
What is insulting is that they seemed to try to copy iTunes without copying iTunes, and as a result they failed. Why try to improve upon a professionally designed free program by making a program created (possibly without the aid of professional tools and knowledge) by a single individual?
And thats all I have to say on that. Now, as for the topic of the JFK conspiracy...Hey, who are you guys in suits and shades? What? A free car ride? With STRANGERS? AWESOME! *door slams and screeching tires*

it's just supposed to be an alternative to itunes, not an itunes copy. jeez!!! you guys are harsh

If you guys, who are bashing this mp3 player so much, would like to show me all your hard work that you have put into programming your own mp3 players, please send it to briton@anomalyindustries.net. Thanks.

The reason I have put forth no effort towards making an MP3 player is because I have an alternate goal that I am more likely to achieve. Keep alive the JFK conspiracy! Every doubting mind must be convinced there was a conspiracy!
See, its quite clear there had to be a different shooter, if not a SECOND shooter. Since Kennedy's head snaps BACK...uh oh. The men in suits and shades are back. *runs off*

We don't write MP3 player apps, because much like the creator of Mercury HG3, we don't know how.

...but unlike the creator of Mercury HG3, we have
the good sense to not only realize that we don't
know how, but also realize that a perfectly good
MP3 player comes FREE WITH THE FRIGGIN COMPUTER!

There is a fundamental flaw in the logic of those who say things like "If you're so good at it, why don't you make one?" One hardly knows where to begin on this sorry-arsed emotional appeal to bent logic.

OK, good on you for having a go. There's no harm in trying. And you have to start somewhere. All this is true.

But if the end product is as lame as a three-legged kelpie with arthritis, don't whinge when someone tells you so.

If you can't stand the heat, don't soak yourself in petrol and hand the world a match ...

PS: Anybody got at light?

You fools, you sad fools. This 'mp3' player is such genius that I wish that I had thought of it myself. Why, indeed, build yet another player when they abound? Look at the name, the name... The transmutation of mercury to kilobytes has been a dream of waste management alchemists since the Renaissance. After a short initial examination of the code, I can estimate that for each megabyte of purported 'mp3' downloaded 0.32 grams of pure metal mercury, or a smaller amount of more toxic organomercurial, are deposited on the end-users hard drive. 'Dirty brushed metal' indeed. Tadd should be running amuck like a proper mad hatter any day now.

Yeah, i know it sux, and that is right, sux with an X. I guess I didn't have an mp3 engine to buy from Cassedy and Green to use in my Mono-window mp3 player. Kudos on your Uber-Creativity, Apple, and the rest of you for that matter.

So why do you request donations for a site that offers nothing but complaining? Oh wait I get it, I'll pay so people will tell me what bad things are.

paypal! Pal! Mate! Buddy! I'll donate you a dollar to bugger off! This site isn't about how bad things are. This site is about how craptacular things are! The worse a software package is, the more fun it is.

It's not like politicians or generals. When they screw up, we all suffer.

But when someone releases a bit of code -- and yes, we all know they're hard-working geniuses-in-training, and why didn't we get off our bums and do it, and blah blah blahdee blah blah -- that has little if anything going for it, do Ladd, Jan et al. come down on them like a ton of bricks? Do they stentoriously pronounce each and every minor fault, all the while chugging down antacid to try to put a foamy cap on that ulcerous bile? No! They laugh! They cavort! They playfully bat it around on the carpet, like a kitten with a ball of wool! And we, the posters, should take the same approach.

At least one software developer approached this site in the spirit in which it was intended, and actually improved his perverted pile of possum poopoo. He didn't whine. He didn't moan. He took his tickling, wiped the tears of laughter from his eyes, and got on with it.

So next time someone feels they should mount a particularly high horse and look down on we, the fart-laughers of the world, just stop and think for a second. Is this doing harm, or is it merely promoting the sort of attitude that we all should have towards life?

I think, my friend, it's the latter.

And now I have to go and look down the front of my underpants. What a hoot!

Just don't anyone ever bother to criticize this site ever, please. Jan and Ladd and Aussie Boy are smarter than everyone. You will only make a fool of yourself.

Mr The Valrus has missed the point again. If you want to criticise me -- I can't speak for Jan and Ladd, because they're the kingpins, and I'm only a ring-in -- go ahead! Take to me with your cudgels. It's not about looking like a fool. It's about banter, repartee, the cut and thrust of idle, humourous chitchat. Everybody is so damned serious these days! Crikey, if you want to poke fun at my manner of speech, my balding head, my wizened genitalia, my halitosis or the hairs growing out of my ears, please, please, please do! But don't think that my gentle mockery is aimed to hurt or belittle or outsmart. I think this place is great, and there's nowhere else I can think of where so many like-minded people can come together for a laugh about what is, let's face it, a subject most often taken nothing but seriously.

Mr The Valrus, you have scored a hit, a palpable hit. My heart is sore, and I grieve for us both. Please come back and play! Let's have some fun, old man! That's what it's all about!

PS: Would it help if I changed my name to "whipping boy"?

Anybody actually trying to make a buck at freelance software knows (or should know) that exposure is the creator of the critical mass required to make some real money. A significant number of people will check out ol' Kevin's site to just see how awful it is, which it isn't, it's okay. He should have a banner awaiting them that declares proudly the various points that Hg3 was trashed by Perversiontracker, and refute them point by point on his Web site.

And I think Aussie Boy's diminished pecker is cute. Kinda like a silkworm cocoon after that whole boiling thingie...

Greetings, Leibnitz, N. A person after my own pain-wracked heart!

Incidentally, my pecker only looks like that because I soak it in papaya cream and wrap it in silk to keep it soft. Terrible things happen when it goes hard. Terrible, terrible things ...

Aussie boy:

Believe I know that kelpie... not much of a herder, but my wife tells me he was quite well-known as a thesbian, most notably in and around Parkes, under the stage name "Mr. Edols." Apparently he makes an uncredited appearance in "The Rabbit Fence."

Alas that I should score a palpable hit without even trying. Rather than implying that your words and scathing and brutal, I should have referred to the fact that bitching about such gentle mockery as you describe virtually guarantees one's looking like an idiot, even in the absence of any responses at all. They belittle and outsmart themselves, if you will. But I'm ranting.

That said, I whole-heartedly agree with everything you have said about everything. Ever. Let us indeed cavort et cetera, and maybe one day I will post something in response to you where I don't adopt your strange manner of speaking. Let's hug and make up. But if I catch so much as a whiff of papaya scent, don't be insulted when I shriek and recoil in horror.

kecko, you fiendish Antipodean, where have you been hiding? Is it merely coincidence that you mention Parkes, for it is the nearest "major" town to me? Are you a figment of my own fevered imaginings?

And Mr The Valrus, in your explanation, you have scored a doubly palpable hit, for I too have clearly fooled myself, and taken you awrong. You are a wiser Valrus than I, and I doff my cap to you. But let us put such things behind us, and cavort into the sunset. And fear not the papaya, for I also sprinkle on a little marjoram oil to disguise the scent (and render drowsy anyone who ventures to close!).