It's like prison guards, I suppose. There are thousands -- millions? -- of people doing the job, and I'm glad they are, because I really don't want to.
Or, in my world, it's like schoolteachers.
Dude -- look at this -- A9's yellow pages can show you storefronts if you're in the right cities.
right before I was going to be,
So, Vortex, due to the Chappelle show, you're not?
Oh, man. I shouldn't read things like that. If I were King of the Forest, I'd quarantine everyone but me. Actually, that would take care of a lot.
Keep in mind, of course, that according to the three-part piece in the New Yorker recently, we should be so lucky as to die from the avian flu and not suffer the overcrowding, starvation, and rampant epidemics which global warming will bring us in the next fifty years in the period before the planet becomes so hot that no human life can be supported.
I've decided to stick my fingers in my ears and go lalalalala.
Dude -- look at this -- A9's yellow pages can show you storefronts if you're in the right cities.
I can't decide if that's more cool, or more creepy.
Oh, man. I shouldn't read things like that. If I were King of the Forest, I'd quarantine everyone but me. Actually, that would take care of a lot
I'm mostly amused at how late he is to the bird flu paranoia party. (Not that the paranoia isn't justified, but it's not like this is news. We've been on the verge of a major flu pandemic for years now.)
Dear people that live on streets that flood every time it rains:
Next time it rains, your street will flood. The pumps will turn on whether you call me to ask me if they are on or not. Therefore, please, do not call me. Especially if it is lunch time. BTW, how did you even get my number?
Kthxbye
I can't decide if that's more cool, or more creepy.
I think it's cool because I can search on "pharmacy" and my address, and actually see the stores, which helps my mental organisation. Such as it is.
It's clearly very cool ("wait, is that the place I'm thinking of? YES IT IS!"), but I kind of expect to see myself in one of the pictures....
but I kind of expect to see myself in one of the pictures....
Yeah, I know what you mean.
Some day you will be able to google yourself and see live video of yourself....
Oh, dear god.
::A9s krav::
Okay, we're good. Nothing to see here, thanks ... move along.
Keep in mind, of course, that according to the three-part piece in the New Yorker recently, we should be so lucky as to die from the avian flu and not suffer the overcrowding, starvation, and rampant epidemics which global warming will bring us in the next fifty years in the period before the planet becomes so hot that no human life can be supported.
Wait. The next fifty years? So like, from now, to 2055?