

My turn, starve or poisoned?


My turn, starve or poisoned?
In a dentist waiting room I read an article on the best non-proprietary replacement bags for the Henry hoover.


And the nimmins are replaced by addabs.
I would give them a miss, you can probably make up better extrapolations in your head and there is so much else to read.


The base principle you outline is applicable to most of life, even when washing your knickers most people know to separate the whites from the coloureds. That sounds a bit racist, maybe a better metaphor is when you make cheese you must remove the pure curd from the inferior whey to prevent contamination of the master substance. It went a bit Nazi that time, maybe stratification based on imposed intellectual criteria always goes a bit to the right.


What would be the point of gifted US schools.


I might try that after dinner, the beeping was two short tones and two long tones which the user manual says is a type 096 system error, not to be muddled with two long tones and two short tones which means dangerous coastal flooding & powerful currents immanent.


Its fine I had to mute it anyway, its been making a bloody beeping noise for the last twenty-five minutes. Never heard that before, very distracting.


I am supposed to be monitoring the tsunami warning system in Kumamoto.
It’s non-specific, you can attach the nozzle where needed.


Did you ask this in Quora as well, if you didn’t then that is probably your answer. And if you did that is probably your answer too.
Surely a direct donation would ensure more of your money got to them.
Its voltage that just feels tired in itself, just wants to be alone and not push any charge.


This reply is not pulling any punches, the official line is something about freeing humanity from the drudgery of labour. But you are right, totalitarian grip on a dwindling demoralised population by the few who are too arrogant to see they are on the list too is probably closer to the mark.


What about fines for creating and then mismanaging the problem. And then creating the problem again, and mismanaging it again. And again, the art of the deal or how I don’t pay any attention to reality or what I did yesterday.


Maybe you are the bus.


The bus you avoided yesterday you do not throw yourself under today.


People often will refuse to acknowledge actual danger until it is too late. Possibly being unfortunate or contrary in exit route selection or having particular requirements like elderly relatives. The route you selected is blocked and alternate exits become closed off in an order that is against you and you are left with having to wait for it to engulf you. Horrifying, if you are with your family it is impossible to imagine how horrifying.
I honestly thought this was going to be the joke that when you turned the lights back on there was a cup of tea left on the bedside table.