We’re playing Oregon Trail up here on Orcas and in the old-school hunting simulation, I made this amazing shot. From just above where my guy is, I nailed that deer between the two trees there. If that doesn’t impress you, then you haven’t tried it. Those suckers are about as fast as the bullets.
I made it by the way, but Scottie drowned in 3.5ft of water and then our wagon overturned on the Snake River (?) and Jim went under as well. Sara and Piper survived until the end, despite constant measles on Piper’s part.
Remember: don’t waste your money on food, it’s there for the taking. And grueling is the only pace.
Heraldic as all hell.
An Oyster of the old school, whom nobody can open.
The plaintive–so Mrs. Piper insists on calling the deceased–was reported to have sold himself. Thinks it was the plaintive’s air in which that report originatinin. See the plaintive often and considered as his air was feariocious and not to be allowed to go about some children being timid (and if doubted hoping Mrs. Perkins may be brought forard for she is here and will do credit to her husband and herself and family). Has seen the plaintive wexed and worrited by the children (for children they will ever be and you cannot expect them specially if of playful dispositions to be Methoozellers which you was not yourself).
Dickens, Bleak House
Pistachios. Shells back in the bag? Is that as bad as double dipping? Or is it natural? You don’t lick the shells, after all. Well, I do sometimes but not always. This is a serious etiquette question.
Flim, a Dresden-based electronic composer, has put out several albums of electronic but frequently classically-inclined music. “Hell 3,” obviously the third in a series of Hells, is, I think, his piano masterpiece. The original “Hell” is also excellent, but I think this one is more refined and more expressive.
He has a way of timing the notes that you hear the first note and get its impression, then the second note both modifies the first and stands on its own. If they were played simultaneously, or a hundredth of a second later, the effect would be lost.
Amazing chart of the electromagnetic spectrum. Looks like it’s probably from the early 80s. I love this stuff – the amount of knowledge summarized in this one illustration is staggering.
“‘For,’ says he, ‘it’s being ground to bits in a slow mill; it’s being roasted at a slow fire; it’s being stung to death by single bees; it’s being drowned by drops; it’s going mad by grains.’ He was as near making away with himself, just where the young lady stands, as near could be.”