Showing posts with label softcore for Ipad. Show all posts
Showing posts with label softcore for Ipad. Show all posts

Wednesday, February 16, 2011

eBooks May Kill the Environment: Not!

Environment
Ah, I'm choking on Stephen King!
Back in the day (2009), the publishing industry sat around and said, "Hey, by 2020 let's let the planet breathe better."  And people said, "Shit, yeah."  Now here comes eBooks to mess that all the hell up.

As reported by triplepundit (Even I don't know where I get this crap), ebook devices leave a larger carbon imprint than paper books of upwards to bunches of percents.  As much as this is counter intuitive, it does make some sense, however the article forgot one thing.  Yeah, the Ipad is worth about 32.4 books in a landfill.  That sounds like a lot.  But if you consider that most people actually reading on an Ipad in a landfill will read a hella lot more than 32.4 books in that devices lifetime.  These people are so dedicated to reading that they are doing it on an Ipad!  That takes a massive amount of book scarfing.  Think of all those cheesy romance novels that will not have to be printed when people find out they can just download them and hide the shame of carrying them around.

Wednesday, January 19, 2011

Playboy on Ipad: Something Else to Play With for the Articles

Classic Black Playboy Bunny Head with Tuxedo Covertures Blanket Throw Queen or Full Bed
Thank the gods for a touch screen.

The gentleman's magazine Playboy is coming to your Ipad, articles and boobs and all, confirms this article confirming founder Hugh Hefner via Twitter.  How's that for me not caring enough to link to Hugh Hefner's twitter stream?  Could have done the research, but nope.  I just heard about this and thought, "Somebody in the library community might want to know they can get the complete Playboy archive, including the March 2005 pictorial of Debbie Gibson, on their Ipad."  So what does that say about this profession?  Bunch of article readers, that's what.

Hit the jump for Debbie Gibson's Shake Your Love.  Why?  Pure creepiness factor.