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Hearing Lies

Just for KishKash it may be worth converting to Skype from anything else you may have. Back in the day, the poster in my hostel room said "I must be a mushroom. Everyone keeps me in the dark and feeds me a lot of bullshit". It was as true a statement of my congenital cluelessness then as it is now. Surely, people of my stripe abound and for us there is hope.

 Now KishKish SAM offers you a tool to detect the lies you hear on your Skype phone. With the use of KishKish SAM VSA you can monitor whole conversation and see the stress level of the person you talked with. Just keep a record of all your phone calls and monitor them for lies or high stress levels.

This would be my first line of defense against smooth talking HR types who try to con me into believing they are making me an offer I'd be stupid to refuse and prospective dates who as previously noted suffer from selective amnesia about wives and children languishing back home. If the demo was based on something less obvious than Clinton's denial of the Lewinsky business, I would have been convinced about the product's efficacy.
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Anonymous said…
There's no information on the science behind the application. I would trust my native instinct to guide me before I trust a software app.
9:51 PM
Heartcrossings said…
SFG - What I would give to get a bit of that native instinct ! I have none
7:07 AM
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