The "research journal" that the internet addiction study was published in is more of a magazine for practicing psychiatrists and neurologists than it is a real peer reviewed scientific journal. It's kind of like publishing your new idea of quantum string theory in Popular Science. It wouldn't be the first place that you would try.
Retro bluetooth handset.
Cute, but I don't think it'd fit in my pocket.
He travelled 70 miles to Mr Jones' home in Clacton, Essex, and beat him up with a pickaxe handle in December 2005.
Let us pause for a moment and be grateful it was the handle, and not the pickax itself.
I have also brunched alone, the bar at Johnny D's in Somerville has provided many excellent brunches.
As have I, as it's conveniently located across from the second run theater in Davis Square. In fact, it's probably the last place I went to brunch at alone.
My only small gripe with them is the wacky "no substitutions" policy on what they serve with which (sausage with this; bacon with that) or what they'll put in a particular item (scramble, omlette, etc.).
My only small gripe with them is the wacky "no substitutions" policy on what they serve with which
I was once at a place that wouldn't even remove a side from the menu item, which made me insane. OK, fine, you won't swap out salad for the home fries, but you can't just take the potatoes off the plate before you give it to me?? (Needless to say, I have gotten over the crazy anti-potato stance.)
Did people used to be "addicted" to newspapers? Telephones? Mail?
My name is tommyrot and I'm adicted to the telegraph.
(Wait until you see hear my Morse code porn....)
Our giant neighboring galaxy, Andromeda, was involved in a head on collision with the dwarf galaxy, M32, some 210 million years ago, scientists announced today.
The side effects of dwarf galaxy tossing?
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OMG, my grandfather was totally addicted to his ham radio. He kept it in another room, where my grandmother didn't go, and often used code to talk on it! To STRANGERS! Who he sometimes MET IN PERSON.
I shit you not.
OMG, my grandfather was totally addicted to his ham radio. He kept it in another room, where my grandmother didn't go, and often used code to talk on it! To STRANGERS! Who he sometimes MET IN PERSON.
My dad does this, too. And he's even perverted converted both my brothers. I've got my license, too. KC9BFO.