1. (How air is separated) I believe the usual method involves an electrical current. Wear rubber-soled shoes.
2. I've never attempted to fist Kelowna, and doubt very much anything I've ever written would shed light on the subject. But I do wish you, whoever you are, luck in your quest.
3. However, I can't help you or your granny with sex. Please go away.
4. There's a 99% chance that any given nude photograph of a celebrity is faked. Personally, that would ruin the moment for me. I'm just saying.
5. Go here for hobbit wallpaper.
6. The Pacific Northwest Tree Octopus is not, in the strictest sense of the word, real. I, too, am désolé, but it can't be helped. Well, not outside of a gene-splicing lab.
7. "Microsoft sucks" is more of a universal truth than a search term. Doing research is an art; next time, try "'Microsoft sucks', security, exploits, 'Outlook Express'". That narrows down the results to 1,570 from 893,000.
8. (How a human digests a big mac) About the same way as with used motor oil.
9. (mature in pantyhose) and (massive tits): Stuff the pantyhose with pillows. It's cheap (unless you use silk, and you should, really), it's legal, and can lead to a high-paying career or even your own business.
sounding out right this moment: Sing Sally-O (Dinah) from the album "SYRENS" by Saint Elmo's Choir
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This is why I never — never — check referrer logs.
*shudder*
Don’t tell me you make your SO do all the work?! Tch.
I have to say you’ve just made me very pleased with my referrer logs!
Don’t tell me you make your SO do all the work?!
Make? Make? Bwahahahahahahahaha! You’ll know when I try to make the spousal unit do anything — there’ll be a six-week blog hiatus while my bones knit. Hehehehehehe, the very idea.
Also, do you mean those things *have* to be checked? I thought one could just ignore them entirely.
Make? Make? Bwahahahahahahahaha! You’ll know when I try to make the spousal unit do anything — there’ll be a six-week blog hiatus while my bones knit. Hehehehehehe, the very idea.
(snicker)
I thought one could just ignore them entirely.
One can, unless one is controlling spambot access via htaccess.
Also. Michelle? You must have mostly grownups reading your blog. I’m jealous.
You must have mostly grownups reading your blog. I’m jealous.
Nah, I’m just more boring. :)
Oh, balls.
unless one is controlling spambot access via htaccess
I cannot understand your crazy moon language, but I think I caught a couple of Martian words that the spousal unit has used sometimes when describing how my website works — usually right before my eyes glaze over and I begin thinking about beer.
Mmmm, beer.
You hush up about beer! We’re on a beer-free diet just now. Oh, the humanity.
We’re on a beer-free diet just now
Reaction the first: a bear-free diet? What, you used to eat bears?
Reaction the second: one can live without beer? Wow, who ever thought of trying that? And why in the forty billion sweet pickled names of God are you doing this to yourself?
Reaction the first: a bear-free diet?
heeheehee. Would that were an option.
Reaction the second: one can live without beer?
In your case, this may not be genetically feasible.
And why in the forty billion sweet pickled names of God are you doing this to yourself?
We were feeling heavy. As low-cal beer is not worth the return price of the containers, we figured best to just do without.
Would that were an option.
Wait, wait — so you do eat bears, and there’s no way you can stop?
(I’m not going near the no-beer issue again; I’m breaking out in hives just typing that. I guess if you want to suffer, that’s your business.)
Oh, no — it’s just that it’s so much easier to give up eating bears than it is to give up drinking beer.