Cancer

No snowball fight here. It is presently a bit under 12 C, and a full inch of rain has fallen in the last 24 hours.

TODAY...Rain. Rainfall amounts a half inch to one inch possible. Highs in the mid to upper 50s. South wind 10 to 15 mph with gusts to 25 mph becoming southwest in the afternoon. TONIGHT...Rain. Rainfall amounts a half inch to one inch possible. Lows in the mid to upper 40s. South wind around 10 mph in the evening becoming light. WEDNESDAY...Rain. Rainfall amounts a quarter to a half inch possible. Highs near 50. North wind to 10 mph becoming west around 10 mph in the afternoon. WEDNESDAY NIGHT...Rain at times. Rainfall amounts a quarter to a half inch possible. Lows in the lower to mid 40s. West wind around 10 mph becoming south after midnight. THURSDAY...Rain at times. Rainfall amounts a tenth to a quarter of an inch possible. Highs in the mid to upper 40s. South wind around 10 mph. THURSDAY NIGHT...Rain at times in the evening, then rain likely after midnight. Lows in the upper 30s.

Lessee, I was out of money, my car died, I couldn't move into the new place because it couldn't pass inspection, and my old lease ran out, all within a few days of each other, so I was homeless when I took my General Exam. I ended up hand-carrying my possessions from the old apartment (it was furnished, so other than being five blocks from campus this task had the same scale as moving out of a dorm room) in the middle of the night from the old apartment into my grad student office. Took a couple of hours, and campus police stopped me twice, but I was out before the 9AM checkout time. (The General started a couple of days after that long night, so I did get a bit of sleep, albeit on a couch in the departmental library.) Not sure the count of misfortunes there is evenly divisible by three, but at that point it doesn't matter so much.

I believe you just described something called a scapegrenade.

1 July 780 AD seems to work out to be the 8th day of Rabi 1, 163 AH [Islamic calendar].

The temporal correlation coefficient among incidents of expensive repairs is large and positive. Or as I put it in my younger days: "Badness comes in waves."

You will never need to worry about a steady income.

Belated happy birthday to you, wherever you may be.

Just make sure it's not permanent.

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Another advantage to the old alarms is that they would shut up if you took them off the wall and pulled the battery out entirely. If you can't silence them any other way, fill the bathtub, take the alarms off the wall, and drown them. At one point a few decades back I came within a minute of doing that at 3AM once, in a semiconscious state before I tried the pull-the-battery thing.

A major factor leading to that sort of problem has been the corruption involved with site selection.

Beware of crackpots selling ceramics.

-- merged -- I assume one of the snipers got him before he was finished.

You get an invitation to interview for the position of Chief Design Officer with Acme Industries. The ending salutation reads, "Ehhhhhh, what's up, Doc?" NT: Your first new products initiated during your tenure as Chief Design Officer for Acme.

Mother told me, yes, she told me I'd meet girls like you She also told me, "Stay away You'll never know what you'll catch" Just the other day I heard Of a soldier's falling off Some Indonesian junk That's going 'round Mommy's alright Daddy's alright They just seem a little weird Surrender Surrender But don't give yourself away Hey, hey Father says, "Your mother's right She's really up on things Before we married, Mommy served In the WACS in the Philippines" Now, I had heard the WACs recruited Old maids for the war But mommy isn't one of those I've known her all these years Mommy's alright Daddy's alright They just seem a little weird Surrender Surrender But don't give yourself away Hey, hey Whatever happened to all this season's Losers of the year? Every time I got to thinking Where'd they disappear? But when I woke up, Mom and Dad Are rolling on the couch Rolling numbers, rock and rollin' Got my KISS records out Mommy's alright Daddy's alright They just seem a little weird Surrender Surrender But don't give yourself away Hey, hey Away Away Surrender (Mommy's all right) Surrender (Daddy's all right) But don't give yourself away Surrender (Mommy's all right) Surrender (Daddy's all right) But don't give yourself away Surrender (Mommy's all right) Surrender (Daddy's all right) But don't give yourself away Surrender (Bun E.'s alright) Surrender (Tommy's alright) But don't give yourself away (Robin's alright. Rick's alright) Surrender (We're all alright) Surrender (We're all alright) But don't give yourself away (We're all alright. We're all alright) Surrender (Mommy's all right) Surrender (Daddy's all right) But don't give yourself away Surrender (Mommy's all right) Surrender (Daddy's all right) But don't give yourself away

I assume the respondent is not finished marking squares there.

You look down the street, and you're about 25 yards down from the intersection of Lizard Street and Food Avenue.

If you're slow and not real strong, a sword may not get the job done. Give him a disintegrator pistol.

* Cancer giggles giddily about his alma mater winning the last Pac-12 football championship despite being 10-point underdogs *

Scots, wha hae wi' Wallace bled, Scots, wham Bruce has aften led; Welcome to your gory bed, Or to victory! Now's the day, and now's the hour; See the front o' battle lour; See approach proud Edward's power— Chains and slavery! Wha will be a traitor knave? Wha can fill a coward's grave! Wha sae base as be a slave? Let him turn and flee! Wha for Scotland's king and law Freedom's sword will strongly draw, Freeman stand, or freeman fa', Let him follow me! By oppression's woes and pains! By your sons in servile chains! We will drain our dearest veins, But they shall be free! Lay the proud usurpers low! Tyrants fall in every foe! Liberty's in every blow!— Let us do or die!

The Last Days of John Brown

They are drawing in the nine-dimensional space of (simplified) polyordinate reality, making glyphs whose shape, temporal progression, and hyperessence characteristics oscillate through the dimensions. We humans perceive only "snapshots" projected onto (at best) 3-dimensional space, where "snapshot" is in quotes because of our limits on temporal awareness and our quaintly relativistic framework of grasping time.