Welcome to the world Burrell spawn. Perhaps he'll write massive science fiction trilogies.
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OK - this is cool; but apparently by nature this particular form of fusion is an energy consumer, not an energy generator. Still the medical implications of a toaster size fusion engine are good, and ya know really fast spaceships. All in all a good way to celebrate Issac day.
VM:
I'm betting my kittens on Aaron as the murderer, too, because it occurs to me that Duncan could've gotten the GHB by swiping it from his old man. If Aaron had it, presumably he'd find a use for it.
t RePlays Veronica Mars, seeking obscure moments that will support position
How much do I wish that I could watch my recorded Veronica Mars right now so I coiuld enjoy all this whitefont?
A bunch.
And not just because I am bored at work.
Thanks for the VM recaps!
Do you think that the
creep was really telling the truth?
For all that I hated
Logan at first, I really like
him now, and don't want him to have
provided the GHB.
Of course, I feel all manipulated to get to this point, but still.
Welcome Isaac!
Well, as it turns out I won't have to do that reorganizing of my laptop and elimination of unwanted files that I'd been dreading as a weeks-long chore. Instead, I get to spend considerably less time installing software and re-entering my checking account info Quicken. It seems that taking the computer with me to Chicago was the last straw. I couldn't recover any of the crashed files with the various disk repair programs I had at home, and opted for the erase & install rather than expose some stranger to 5 years of accumulated internet porn. I'll miss some of the e-mail correspondence I lost and a few scanned photos that I no longer have prints of, but I'm surprisingly unbothered by most of the wipeout.
annoying. the DH recap lied and had no new info.
Go, Matt, with the clean sweep!
Launchcast is playiong "Inna Gadda da Vida" which I ma getting a huge kick out of. It's very funny to hear at my desk, plus it's the first album I ever bought with my own money.
So, I"m sitting here, minding my own business, surfing the 'net on company time, when I feel something tickling my forehead. Like a hair has come loose. So brushat it with the back of my hand. And now it's tickling my hand. So I take a closer look, and I've got a wee grey spider dancing on my hand. It must have fallen on my head. Freaky.