Buffy ,'Beneath You'
Off-topic discussion. Wanna talk about corsets, duct tape, or physics? This is the place. Detailed discussion of any current-season TV must be whitefonted.
I have an OSV oval sticker -- if Old Sturbridge Village had an airport, it would definitely be official -- and a small sticker for my yoga studio. On my old car, I had a Darwin fish.
I forget what NPR commentator remarked that her rear bumper "looked like a graveyard of lost causes."
In honor of the release of Windows Vista, a gallery of the Blue Screen of Death throughout the ages: [link]
Wow, the BSOD dates back to Windows 1.1.
Early beta versions of Windows Vista (dubbed "Longhorn") displayed a Red Screen of Death when boot errors were encountered. The red screen was a rare treat for Longhorn testers -- all other crashes in the OS brought up the familiar blue screen. The final version of Vista preserves the BSOD legacy for the next generation.
Cool!
guy who memorized pi to 22,514 digits
"I know pi to a thousand places."
. He keeps promising to take me to a game so I can be rugby queen, but he is a liar
umm, perhaps you do not want to be rugby queen. Around here, they put you on their shoulders and sing rude songs at you until you pour beer on them. Or maybe you'd like that.
I was just reading this piece in Salon about journalists dealing with the immediate feedback from the 'net. I'm not exactly sure what the point was, because sometimes I'm dumb, but I just kept thinking, "Dude, where have you been?"
All I got from it was that sometimes letters are good and have merit, and there are a lot of jackholes on the internet.
Oh Salon, what has become of you?
I tried to read that story, but it was three pages of "Writing is HARD" and "People are MEAN" and tl;dr.
TOTALLY, Dana.
I hate that "writing is hard" horseshit.
umm, perhaps you do not want to be rugby queen. Around here, they put you on their shoulders and sing rude songs at you until you pour beer on them. Or maybe you'd like that.
It's like that at these games with the added bonus of the dirty, sweaty men having to do everything you say, as long as you don't make them leave the beer.
umm, perhaps you do not want to be rugby queen. Around here, they put you on their shoulders and sing rude songs at you until you pour beer on them. Or maybe you'd like that.
I fail to see the problem with that scenario.
See? Trouble.