http://www.mundell.org/2006/05/04/the-ge-entryscan3/ A little of this, a little of that Tue, 29 Jul 2008 16:38:53 +0000 http://wordpress.org/?v=2.9 hourly 1 http://www.mundell.org/2006/05/04/the-ge-entryscan3/comment-page-1/#comment-1225 Maggie Thu, 04 May 2006 19:48:37 +0000 http://www.mundell.org/2006/05/04/the-ge-entryscan3/#comment-1225 That sounds super freaky!!! That sounds super freaky!!!

]]> http://www.mundell.org/2006/05/04/the-ge-entryscan3/comment-page-1/#comment-1224 Kim Cameron’s Identity Weblog » BOINGBOING TO THE RESCUE Thu, 04 May 2006 18:13:35 +0000 http://www.mundell.org/2006/05/04/the-ge-entryscan3/#comment-1224 [...] Seeing the BoingBoing article, Carrick Mundell of mundell.org provided a corroborating report. From Boing Boing, it seems Kim Cameron didn’t appreciate being subjected to the GE EntryScan3 at the San Francisco airport security checkpoint. What’s it like? People, I really hated the GE product. It is tiny, and closes around you. I felt seriously claustrophobic. Then it shot bursts of air at me so hard it actually hurt. I had been told there would be “puffs of air”, but these were not, by any definition, puffs. “Puffs” make me think of cigar smoke. Or “Puff the magic dragon”. Puffs of wind. But these were hurricane strength blasts. Meanwhile the machine barks orders like a concentration camp commandant. Where did they get the voice? It speaks in a chilling metallic imperative borrowed from a really bad science fiction movie. In fact it was barely believable that adults would unleash this contraption on anyone. [...] [...] Seeing the BoingBoing article, Carrick Mundell of mundell.org provided a corroborating report. From Boing Boing, it seems Kim Cameron didn’t appreciate being subjected to the GE EntryScan3 at the San Francisco airport security checkpoint. What’s it like? People, I really hated the GE product. It is tiny, and closes around you. I felt seriously claustrophobic. Then it shot bursts of air at me so hard it actually hurt. I had been told there would be “puffs of air”, but these were not, by any definition, puffs. “Puffs” make me think of cigar smoke. Or “Puff the magic dragon”. Puffs of wind. But these were hurricane strength blasts. Meanwhile the machine barks orders like a concentration camp commandant. Where did they get the voice? It speaks in a chilling metallic imperative borrowed from a really bad science fiction movie. In fact it was barely believable that adults would unleash this contraption on anyone. [...]

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