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Me-i-Stan. The national insignia would be me, wearing a beer hat, with a cartoon hand doing the devil horns behind me. And maybe something exploding.
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Crunchy. Always crunchy. What the Hell is the point of smooth peanut butter? "Oh boy, a mouthful of goo with no substance to it! Yeah!"
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I've always said that ISPs should be able to charge (to a reasonable extent) based on usage, the same way that phone companies and cable providers already do. However, there are three big problems with the way this ruling is being handled :
1. The rate hikes in a lot of cases don't resemble anything slightly reasonable. In a lot of cases, users will pay the same amount for 20% of the bandwidth per month that they had before. That's a ludicrous 'overnight' price increase.
1. Your ISP can just tear up your existing contract and make you replace it with a new one that's probably worse. If a user were to try to do that, they'd be either charged a cancellation fee or worse. Why should it be any different for the other side of the deal? The existing contracts should come to an end BEFORE any changes can be made.
2. Small Internet providers are basically screwed. Since the Big 4 (Telus, Shaw, Rogers & Bell) essentially have been handed control of the network, the small companies have no say in the matter. They're handed new billing protocols and told to suck it up. That's fine for network the big companies have put in place themselves, but a lot of that network was in fact paid for by the taxpayers...why the Hell do the big providers get to control something they didn't pay for to begin with? Essentially, this whole ruling will probably kill off the small ISPs since there is no longer anything they can offer beyond the big boys, so why not just sign with one of the big boys? -
The SS Minnow. Seriously. Karma has already thrown up all over that name once, so it would likely be the safest and most seaworthy vessel of all time.
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Hmmm...it's POSSIBLE, but unlikely.
Of course, the story of Jesus is TECHNICALLY the original Christmas story, so this might count when I get it started : http://avariceandstuff.blogspot.com/2010/12/its-not-dead-really-its-just-flesh.html
That will begin just as soon as my cold allows the pressure in my head to subside and I can concentrate on anything for more than half an hour. -
Lamely, not really. Resizing it just makes the overall box bigger, but not the actual text box or anything that would be helpful. This angers me! My God-like powers of control over my blog have been challenged! I
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Oh look, it's the Ghost of Past Oilers Draft Failures, with a bonus visit from Bad Free Agent Pickups (Dopita or over the hill Adam Oates or whiny Michael Peca...tough call...)
Don't forget Scott Allison, Joe Hulbig, Steve Kelly, Jani Rita, Michael Heinrich, Michel Riessen, Jesse Niinimakki, Alexei Mikhonov, Matthieu Descoteaux, Marc-Antoine Pouliot or Rob Schremp, kind spirit! -
Actually, the sad truth is that this year I'm not in a fantasy hockey league. I find that it feels like there is a gaping hole in my life as a result. I'm also concerned that I'll be attacked at any moment by a marauding group of rampaging Canadians, out for vengeance against the one they decree 'ain't canuck enough for these parts!'
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asked by petergulka
Tough question...tough question.
I mean, the first instinct is simply to say "Heh, why choose?" and then let loose a perverse chuckle. But since the two girls are directly related to each other, that sort of a scenario is rather awkward and off putting. So the typical guy response is out.
I think that, in the end, my choice would simply come down to "What decision that I make here is less likely to end up with me clobbered by the male relatives of these two attractive sisters?" Let self preservation be your guide!
And if that fails, get a really fast car and some cash for a new identity. Whichever works. :) -
Truly, this is one of the great mysteries of all time. Why did such a diabolical villain let himself be defeated by something as simple as a lack of any sort of strap?
And it's one thing to be thwarted ONCE when Herc's centaur friend knocks off the Mask of Vulcan with a stick. Maybe we could understand something like that being overlooked the first time. But to repeatedly fall prey to such hijinx? I think we have to ask ourselves whether Murtis was in fact a blithering idiot.
Come ON, man! It's less than a dollar's worth of material to add a strap! Even if you can't attach it yourself, that's why you hire a layman. Was he perhaps so incredibly cheap that he couldn't bring himself to part with the labour costs?
We'll never truly know the answer. Maybe Murtis was simply a buffoon. Perhaps he was a cheap miser. Maybe he was forced in to such shoddy errors by the fact that he was a TV villain. At least the poor bastard had some truly glorious facial hair to fall back on. -
That guy.
That thing with the stuff on it...you know, that one he bought at that store.
Sometime after...when did that thing happen? Yeah, sometime after that.
On the other side of town, down the street from that place that sells those rolls.
I dunno, he wanted to I guess?
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Mike Singletary is a horrible coach. He's also apparently not a very smart person, because he seemed to believe that Alex Smith is a good quarterback. They spent a ton of money re-signing their 'star tight end', despite the fact his only season that even rated above okay was in his contract year. And while their run defense is pretty good, it's about a decade and counting since they decided that maybe having a pass rush might be a nice idea. Oh, and spending a first round draft pick on a prima donna wide receiver when your coach is an old school hard ass...that's always a great idea. Especially when the guy who needs to get that receiver the ball to avoid him sulking is crappy Alex Smith.
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Seriously, are you high?
I need this guy to prove himself to me...oh, I know, I'll kill his family and anoint him with boils and see if he talks smack about me.
I'll feed this mofo to a whale.
I'm all down with the family murder stuff.
And I'll knock up some chick (whose husband ain't NEVER gonna believe that 'immaculate conception' noise, thus reducing their marriage to a suspicion riddled sham), then have my kid live of life of yearning before the Romans nail him to a cross.
What kind of weed brings about that sort of scheming? And where can the rest of us score some? -
Pretty damn good! I need to see it work consistently before I'm anything close to a 'true believer', but it's nice knowing that Jax defenders are actually hitting the other team's quarterback again. Of course, it WAS Denver...do they technically have a quarterback, or just a few guys who pretend real good?
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As much as I would love to suggest that violence would be the best recourse, $280 likely isn't worth the prison term that would result from committing mass murder.
Perhaps simply visualizing a horrible end for Norv Turner and company might do the trick?
At the very least, some generous fist shaking and uttering hate filled diatribes in to the area definitely seem warranted. If you're more of a creative type, maybe constructing some kind of effigy of a select Charger to deal with might help. Burning will probably result in a stiff fine, but maybe you could cut it in to little pieces with a chainsaw? -
You and me both. The ottoman doesn't appear to be dressed in a provocative fashion, so I don't think it brought those actions upon itself. Maybe it wasn't rape...perhaps it was purely consensual and foot rests are the furniture world's cheap whores? Perhaps they hired the ottoman for the purposes of sex?
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I guess I am now.
First off, a LOT of the blame of Favre and the constant media attention is completely misdirected at him. Blame the sports media for blowing their wad every time they get any update on the guy. "Holy shit! Favre had waffles for breakfast! I gots to change my pants!"
However, CLEARLY the guy is an attention whore. He very easily could just walk away from the media while 'deciding', but he actively courts them. He's the equivalent of a 15 year old girl who will 'Just DIE!' if someone isn't constantly looking at her. So he is in no way completely blameless in all of this. And what was with that whole bit with several teammates telling the media Brett texted them that he was leaving? Did he, just to make ESPN? Or did they feel like getting a little attention themselves by rubbing up against his name for a bit?
And could he try being honest? EVERYONE knew he was going to come in part way through training camp to avoid 2 a day practices. He fooled nobody. Stop being a fucking moron and just say that's what you're planning to do from the start.
Finally, the Vikings were right to bring him back. Looking at the number of key vets in their last years, and the number of young players coming up for free agency soon, that team is going to be in full rebuild mode in a year or two anyway. And win now mode + Tarvaris Jackson doesn't exactly make sense. -
Is suicide an option? Geez...I guess I'd take McDonalds, simply because they're easier to find so I can just get it over with that much more quickly. :)
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asked by G21GUNS
After paying off debts, I'd much travel as much as I could squeeze out of that amount. I'd basically live abroad until I was completely and utterly financially spent, with just enough to buy a ticket home.
It would be my mission to see how long I could spend away from touching Canadian soil. Oh, and I'd get myself a good laptop and use that entirely for typing up "Hey bastards, check out where I am!" type blog posts. Well, that and playing games during the 'between nations' traveling portions of the trip. -
Both have had their hits, and both have certainly had their colossally bad misses. Overall...Star Trek. There's just more going on there. You have more fleshed out races and societies and alliances and everything else than exist in the Star Wars mythos (though maybe the myriad SW books fill things in).
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