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Rants, diatribes, attempts at humor.

Troubleshooting Rule #1: Is it plugged in?

click this over here now The first in my series of troubleshooting rules:

http://swazilandforum.com/?n=auto-ozio-binarie-funziona A surprising number of day-to-day problems are solved when you realize that the thing just isn’t plugged in. Oops.

http://mortimer.ca/?p=876 The obvious sense of “plugged in” is “plugged into the mains supply” - the AC wall outlet.

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Robot Taxonomy

http://www.ecoshelta.com/?kampys=come-si-f%C3%A0-trading&39a=5e Having been playing with various electronic gadget designs that might or might not be considered “robots,” and recently thinking about buying a Roomba, I was wondering what my own working definition of a robot actually is. Here’s what I came up with while washing the dishes. come investire in borsa con le opzioni binarie read more...

Eleven Roses

Rose #12

find Clara and I often get smiles from strangers as we walk through town, with Clara riding in her backpack, singing and swinging her feet. It was a great feeling that she was so happy: just three days ago she woke up from her nap with a fever of 106 degrees, and spent a traumatic evening in the emergency room. view it read more...

Bad Tea

tl osl dating Do you love coffee? Or soda, or some other perky drink? Then perhaps you are annoyed now and then by reports of the health benefits of tea, with its antioxidants and its relaxing cultural traditions. Or perhaps a tea snob has extolled the refined subtleties of flavor it offers. So you know it’s a habit you should cultivate, instead of whatever depraved beverage or daily habit you currently pursue in the search for stimulation and/or security.

Well, I’m here to help you out. Because the procedure I am about to set forth will, if followed faithfully, allow you to say, honestly and with pride, “No thanks - I’ve tried tea, and I hated it.” hop over to these guys read more...

A gnostic ex-Catholic atheist Buddhist's Christmas carols

The following were actually written in the car one or two years ago; I just came across them again and decided it was the right time.

I’m dreaming of a green Christmas

I’m dreaming of a green Christmas
So I don’t have to shovel snow
’Cause when I start liftin’,
My spine starts shiftin’,
And soon, my back will start to go… strategie opzioni binarie rsi read more...

Sump pump connection

You may recall that one of the features of my sump pump alarm was that I could theoretically hear it from bed.

It turns out that I can not only hear it from bed, I can hear it from bed while the train that woke me up is still passing through and the life companion is snoring. At almost exactly two AM. So that’s good to know. I would have been OK if that theory had never been confirmed, though.

And as I stumbled into my clothes and outside to the basement door, trying to avoid opening my eyes at all, I remembered Candace asking whether I really wanted a gadget that would http://visitsvartadalen.nu/?saxarokese=Sildenafil-Citrate-billigt-online&356=eb read more...

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