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Just because everyone was talking about it. Points to anyone who can identify bits! --ed.
From the_zaniak:
Reply to this post with one thing that I probably don't know about you. Post this in your journal, so consider the size of your friends list before you do! If you can't draw at all, come up with an idea of why the pedals aren't moving her bike forward - that the chain is off.
Now, if we were in ancient Greece, we might halt there- after all, we have explained what happened. However, our temporary pedestrian intuitively knows that, however satisfying her reasoning is, it's only worth using if it meets the final test - it must be possible to sort most slant rhymes to be close together as well! (Nobody cares about sight rhymes.) You could do this in a paper dictionary, even! It would rock!
If someone hasn't done this yet, it needs to be backed up and sent off from the Apple Store to get its monitor fixed.
In the meantime, here's Wikipedia on the live webcam for watching the pitch drop experiment. You should be able to hit Dr. Evil Robotnik once with this, and then run over to the bonfire to thaw them out and bolt them down.
We understood because we ourselves were the same kind of people as those present at that event. We, too, were from that powerful tribe of zeks, unique on the face of the earth, the only people who could devour prehistoric salamander with relish.
And the Kolyma was the greatest and most famous island, the pole of ferocity of that amazing country of Gulag which, though scattered in an Archipelago geographically, was, in the psychological sense, fused into a continent—an almost invisible, almost imperceptible country inhabited by the zek people.
And this Archipelago crisscrossed and patterned that other country within which it was located, like a giant patchwork, cutting into its cities, hovering over its streets. Yet there were many who did not live
to tell it.
And may they please forgive me
for not having seen it all
nor remembered it all,
for not having divined all of it.
From the_zaniak:
Reply to this post with one thing that I probably don't know about you. Post this in your journal, so consider the size of your friends list before you do! If you can't draw at all, come up with an idea of why the pedals aren't moving her bike forward - that the chain is off.
Now, if we were in ancient Greece, we might halt there- after all, we have explained what happened. However, our temporary pedestrian intuitively knows that, however satisfying her reasoning is, it's only worth using if it meets the final test - it must be possible to sort most slant rhymes to be close together as well! (Nobody cares about sight rhymes.) You could do this in a paper dictionary, even! It would rock!
If someone hasn't done this yet, it needs to be backed up and sent off from the Apple Store to get its monitor fixed.
In the meantime, here's Wikipedia on the live webcam for watching the pitch drop experiment. You should be able to hit Dr. Evil Robotnik once with this, and then run over to the bonfire to thaw them out and bolt them down.
We understood because we ourselves were the same kind of people as those present at that event. We, too, were from that powerful tribe of zeks, unique on the face of the earth, the only people who could devour prehistoric salamander with relish.
And the Kolyma was the greatest and most famous island, the pole of ferocity of that amazing country of Gulag which, though scattered in an Archipelago geographically, was, in the psychological sense, fused into a continent—an almost invisible, almost imperceptible country inhabited by the zek people.
And this Archipelago crisscrossed and patterned that other country within which it was located, like a giant patchwork, cutting into its cities, hovering over its streets. Yet there were many who did not live
to tell it.
And may they please forgive me
for not having seen it all
nor remembered it all,
for not having divined all of it.