The Old Hack

Good luck! We're rooting for you.

Nonetheless. A news show created and run by as few as a couple dozen people or three can reach hundreds of thousands, if not millions. Overall it is amazing how much stupidity such a small group of people can generate and spread to such a large number of viewers.

But very manpower intensitive. I think the modern method is overall faster when you need to perform a cerebrectomy on an entire population.

To be fair, that's the part that comes closest to recreating the effect of watching modern entertainment TV and news.

A trail camera. It records when it senses movement. Useful for tracking various critters, such as feral cats you want to trap, vaccinate, fix and let back into the wild.

Yeah, it looks like she needs to put the memory cards on the wish list. They aren't that expensive so it shouldn't be a problem.

This is the sort of gadget where having more than one is useful. I'll send one and let someone else send another. ETA: She may need to put them on her wish list. I'll check to see if it is necessary.

She is very welcome! I received a letter from Amazon concerning it; I am taking the liberty of forwarding it to her e-mail. I am glad it was a success! Incidentally, did it include a memory card? If it didn't, I need to get her one of these ASAP, it won't be much good without one!

I have seen his reviews, but by all means share. The Spoony One does not grow boring by being revisited on occasion.

Look, Pharaoh, all due respect for your culture and I would never want to come across as prejudiced, but I am just not convinced that disemboweling someone, stuffing their innards into jars, wrapping them in bandages and putting them into stone sarcophagi only to store the sarcophagi in huge stone monuments is the best way to ensure their quality of life. Or even afterlife, for that matter.

According to the sage utterances of Google: Nuisance: late Middle English (in the sense ‘injury, hurt’): from Old French, ‘hurt’, from the verb nuire, from Latin nocere ‘to harm’. Puissance: late Middle English : from Old French, ‘power’, from puissant ‘having power’ A lot of Middle English can be blamed on the French.

This too shall pass, old friend. Arm yourself with as much endurance and patience you can muster and remember that your friends and loved ones are rooting for you.

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I am not sure I agree. It might prove that that specific male is attracted to androgynous/intersex individuals. And it may even indicate a tendency towards bisexuality, be it mild or strong. In any event, today's strip should certainly be a boon to Elliot/Justin shippers and probably also Elliot/Tedd shippers.

That must be a nice place to be treated. If I should ever happen to get into a situation like that again, I'll have to get into one of these.

Out of pure curiosity: having spent time in a mental institution, why is it that you do not consider it necessary for me to have a reason to live and keep trying?

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*wince* I wish him and you good luck. Give my regards to Mrs. Prof.

There once was this Danish TV show that made a truly horrible attempt at deconstructing Oedipus Rex in a science fiction setting as, I swear to God, an opera. The prophet was replaced with a supercomputer and the King was a dictator. Interestingly, while the chosen method was rather painful to watch, the actors themselves did an excellent job and the story itself was well crafted. In brief: the King was told that his son would kill him but refused to have him put to death as the computer recommended. Instead he had him anonymously adopted into a privileged family. What made the story so interesting was that the King persistently refused to believe in the prophecy and every time the supercomputer made a recommendation he refused to follow it. However, the resulting policies nonetheless made life harder for the population and his son eventually became a revolutionary who led a resistance against his father. Finally there was a confrontation between him and the dictator where the embittered ruler confessed to all he had done and why. His son then asked if the computer had also foretold that he would die at his hands, and his father shouted, "Yes! That was why I did all this!" And then, finally understanding, the son stepped back from the precipice. He asked his father if he would resign, and his father agreed. The two of them embraced, the son refused to succeed his father, and the resistance began the painful return to democracy. The supercomputer, its prophecy thwarted by the human variable, went into an endless loop and ceased to be a menace, or at least ceased being annoying. It's odd. I hated the singing and the music, but the rest of the story I rather liked. As a deconstruction it worked very well and its message was basically that prophecies, self-fulfilling or otherwise, may be thwarted by refusal to surrender one's free will. A rather hopeful ending for a dystopic story, really, and since most pretentious Danish taurine ordure has unhappy endings imposed by mandate, that gave it another plus point in my book.

Done and done!

We have two near where I live and they are like day and night. One is swift, competent, customer friendly. In general, it takes like three to five minutes to get an order filled. The other was spawned somewhere on the slopes of Acheron. It spends almost half an hour on each order -- I measured this -- and the people there are rude, surly and hate helping customers. It is always insanely crowded in there, possibly to do with hours long waiting times, and since they have no idea what air conditioning is, somehow the place manages to be hot and humid even in winter. I do not understand how they are still in business.

Bless you, Illjwamh. I was just sitting the other day thinking about how much I missed your count and wondering whether I should start one myself.

Interesting. Maybe Mr. Verres and Mr. Dunkel have a common grandparent they have inherited an affinity for maps and charts from?

I am afraid so. You may as well save yourself the aggravation.

I personally am convinced that a huge majority of all psychiatrists go "quack, quack, quack" and fly south for the winter.