And honestly, I think they could ride the overt placement wagon a little farther. Get some folks together to reshoot old sitcoms, but make everyone hold a Snapple while they do it. Just imagine Kramer chasing his car down the street carrying a Risk set and a Snapple. Jerry's stand-up audiences would all be Snappled-up. And George's wild arm waving would unleash a fountain of 'Mango Madness'. Or imagine that one Friends episode where someone has a baby... while holding a Snapple. Doctors, nurses, Phobie's brother... all carrying Snapples every moment they're on screen. (I gotta get off the Snapple, this could really be any bottled beverage. Except Pepsi. That would suck.) Kinda like beer-in-hand Ultimate, everything's happening normally, but put a bottle in everyone's hand and it immediately becomes more entertaining. (Otherwise the episodes would be pretty much the same, if a character is sposed to drink a coffee, he still drinks the coffee while holding his Snapple in the other hand.) I bet people would tune in to see something like that; the difficulty actors have trying to replicate previous performances obviously handicapped by corporate sponsorship. I mean they watch reality TV and that's... just awful.
Heliocity: texting your way to love
This dude was almost surely superfired. Which is a new term I've just created for when people are so negligently incompetent with hilarious results that they can't just be normal fired. Just imagine the yelling, shouting and literal ass-whooping that went down when he slounched, bruised and waterlogged, into the production trailer. 'We're glad you're not dead and all, but you're superfired.'
Encyclopedia britannica, the pay-for-subscription online encyclopedia (I think they used to make something called "books" too), has started a program wherein they're giving away free year-long memberships to publishers in an effort to promote what an excellent resource it is. That's right, I'm a publisher, big whoop, wanna fight about it? So I imagine from time to time I'll put in a widget and a link to this new dealy. They've got it worked out so that losers like you without annual subscriptions can click through to the whole article, but you can't browse like the champs. Maybe it'll be enough to whet your whistle; at least that's what Britannica's hoping. Honestly, its a good strategy and I hope it works out for them. I'm certainly willing to do my part.
Full disclosure: I've been given a year-long membership to Encyclopedia Britanica Online, worth about $70. Chump.
Very odd. Who dreams about Politicians?
Of course he might take issue at the results showing appearances by Republicans to have slight negative repercussions. But Fowler has a theory: Republicans must be very confident to appear (nowhere to go but down) while Democrats generally have nothing to lose (already getting pounded) when they appear. Makes pretty good sense I suppose, but no one's like -verified- any of these conjectures. Nevertheless, it doesn't cut the main focus that the political "bump" does in fact exist; so Stephen's ego isn't the only thing getting a rise from the show.
Next: How the hell did I become accustomed to LL Cool J? I mean, I know he's been around for a while and he's very successful and likable. That does not, however, explain how normal that name sounds in contrast to how completely unreasonable it really is. Ladies Love Cool James? What was everyone so busy with that we let such a re-goddamn-diculous pseudonym past? No offense, Mr Ladies Love, its just that I read it with the right mindset to be completely hilarious.
'Well, I'm just trying to get ahead.'
'I'm sorry, there's just no way we can keep you on.'
A British tourist apparently talked his way onto the set of Iron Man and vanished into a crowd of waiting extras. Carl Kelly was later called in with others to film a scene with Gwyneth Paltrow and managed to muck up at least 38 takes. Never-the-less he hung in there like a trooper and completed shooting even though he missed his plane because of it. In his words "I
couldn’t do a runner as they would have to start from the beginning." Now that's what I call responsible hooliganing. Is there anywhere a British accent won't get you?
Everyone at the camp was issued colored index cards which dictated their role-type. There was a string to wear the card around your neck to conspicuously display it. Your card also had a type of animal printed on it, but these were purely academic. You either got green cards which designated you as a bottom level (deer, opossum, mouse, woodchuck), blue indicating mid-level (fox, hawk, dingo, etc), or red as a top predator (bear, lion, shark?). The interesting bit is that greens got 7 cards, blue 5, and red only 3 cards. We were instructed to find food and water (also cards) and basically survive the time limit. (maybe the game was called survival)
Also introduced into the game were 4 counselors (gigantic 17 year olds who could run like wolves and were tall as redwood) with black cards. They were famine, disease, drought and the hunter and would kill anything they caught, no matter the color. (Well, famine and drought would take your food and water cards, but if you didn't have any you were dead) So it went, if someone of a higher order touched you, a card was surrendered until you had no more. Once you were dead-dead you went up to the dining hall for lemonade or something.
And we were released, 200 of us, into the lower camp with an artificial class system to wage the war of nature. This is where the really interesting stuff went down. People began to form groups; greens would naturally flock together. Blues moderately so, and reds would prowl like demons. Until of course disease came sweeping through; I swear you've never seen so many 8-14 year olds scrambling through the underbrush so quickly. Like buckshot through a dried bouquet.
Those of us that cared, survived. And we were good. As the rounds went by more creativity developed. Reds began walking around in larger groups to try and fool the quicker blues and flightiest of greens. Waiting predators would poach at edges of clearings where the water cards lay. The greens would warily creep and the red's tails would flick in anticipation. But the greens stopped; for seemingly no reason. A branch snapped as the hunter came crashing towards those reds, they flee and he pursues, the greens make a gambit for the water. We spent the entire day like that. Clamoring for more every time the whistle blew. Elbows were scraped, pants ripped, ankles rolled and heads bruised. This did not stop the game. It was life and we were animals.
I liked it intensely.
Well, shit, maybe I'm part of the elitist contingent, cause I think folks calling him out for being "elitist" are effing morons. Of course he's elitist; they're all elitist. Sure, maybe they appeal to the working class or talk about their simple roots; but they're competing for the most powerful executive position in the world. Maybe they should think they're better than someone else. Maybe they should be better than someone else. John Stuart agrees with me; lets go ahead and pick an elitist . We tried going the other way before. It didn't work out so great.
Now, I've never heard of Bear Spray, but I imagine it is unpleasant. That being said, I find something unspeakably funny about a dude attacking people two nights in a row with the stuff. I mean, after the first time, you gotta think the chances of it ever happening again are pretty low. But no, in he walks the next damn night with (what I imagine is) a comically large can of pepper spray. Come ON!
I'm not trying to deny that I like things that are spelled with the letters in my name, but when I run across someone with my exact first and last name, I don't experience whatever "bond" these other folks are going through. Its kind of a chill in my spine and vomiting butterflies in my stomach. I don't want to meet them, I don't want to email them, I don't want them to even be out there. You motherfuckers stole my name and I'll never forgive you for it. Or perhaps its a kind of uncanny valley, I don't mind an approximation, but get too close and I'm repulsed.
Additionally, I don't want any psychologists writing in about what that might mean and interpreting my night terrors; you guys are on notice for calling what you do science in the first place.
Oh, that's how they really launched Alinghi's training cat on Lake Geneva? Well, good, I'm glad that's normal for you spoiled motherfrakers.
I am looking for an expert abroad that will help in purchasing AIRCRAFTS and also run the airline company for me.
I am contacting you because I do not have any idea in running an airline company and this is my first airline company. If you are an expert in this field or know any expert that is interested I will be very grateful to hear from you sooner.
Alhaji Kabo Dan Hafiz
I mean, no, I don't have any experience in purchasing AIRCRAFTS or in running airlines. But how hard can it be? I've already passed whatever rigorous screening process Al has in his junior executive no-need-to-apply camp, so I obviously have what it takes. I mean the fact that he chose me out of the millions, nay, billions of other random email addresses speaks volumes about me. I'm gonna run out and buy a 747 before I get back to him, just so he can see how much initiative and spunk I have.
"Well, at least now we can get that gun away from him!"
I know there's something to purchasing sustainable goods, but you know what's more sustainable than buying new expensive cheap shtuff? Using stuff that's already been made, even if it wasn't originally manufactured "sustainably". Also we went to cake love; I didn't get anything there either.
While I'm not really in a position to say whether it was worth the money or not, the nationals new home is very nice indeed. And with the concession stands every two feet, they might make a run at pulling some of that cash back. Of course none of it will go to the tax payers who were gouged... But that's not the point. There's something about a new stadium, the virgin amenities, that just comfort and welcome a patron. Much like that new car smell; except its new stadium smell. Of course that didn't keep my fellow patrons from throwing their wrappers, peanut shells and beer cups all over the ground. Fucking animals. That why we can't have nice things...
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Many people could deduce from context that the literary device means "to stall", and that's actually very close to the mark. Sloops use two sails to propel themselves creating lift from the wind. Many times the Main (rear) sail is a larger than the jib at the bow. (Larger headsails do exist, genoas, and can change the boat's handling characteristics and balance, which vary from design to design anyway) The result of more sail area in the stern is the tendency of the boat to round up (turn into the wind) when the boat is over powered (weather-helm). Think of it as a balancing scale, the keel at the center of the boat acts as the fulcrum with the two sails acting as the weights on either side. If the stern of the boat has more force applied, it will be forced down wind, and the bow in turn is forced upwind.
Luffing the sails is part of being in irons, but you also need to remain head to wind, not generating lift for a while. This is because as long as a boat is moving through the water it retains at least some steerage. And if you can steer you should be able to ease the main and turn away from the wind, provided it is not blowing too strongly. But once the steerage is gone irons will settle upon you like a hippo on a newborn. From there your options are to try and backwind the jib or just wait until you're being blown to the leeward shore quickly enough to generate some steerage from your backwards momentum. Neither of which, I think, will work for Senator Clinton in this case.
Don't worry dude, 5th grade may seem rough but I'm sure things will start picking up when you hit high school. Wait, that's where meticulous attention to details and avid interest in geology semantics really pays off, right?
Whatever, I'm sure lots of people have taken issue with this site, and I'm not about to start sweating it now. Fact is I don't make any cash off of this site so I should be well covered by some typa fair use or education clause. Second off, this isn't be a trademark issue because I can't imagine an "idiot in a hurry" alive who'd see this site, look up the pill code, wikipedia Robitussin and then assume I'm affiliated with a massive pharmaceutical manufacturer. So suck it, Roy Guilroy Esq; yeah I know you're a DP reader, how else would you know I'm using Robitussin in an "unauthorized and slanderous" manner? Bam; dealt with. I'm not going to court and I'm not redesigning a logo. This legal stuff is easy, maybe I should hang up a shingle. I hear roofing is more challenging.