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That carrot top picture killed my enthusiasm for much of anything today. Posting ... eating ... breathing.

I take issue with your thread title, but I'll leave it at that. As for the treatments described in the article ... wow, if you want to blow your cash on such quackery, you get what you get.

Reposting Jorge's link from the last RTT: http://health.msn.com/pregnancykids/articl...37&GT1=8404 What astonishes me about this is that it's regarded as "news." People honestly haven't seen this happening for the last twenty years or so? I mean, come on, there are now youth "sports" leagues where nobody "loses." That's a great way to prepare your child for life as an adult.

Nobody's answered the question yet. I'm dying to know.

This seems like an appropriate time to point out that caliber finally changed his Christmas avatar.

My boss wasn't expecting me today, because she's off today. Does that mean I can go home? All the work I didn't do last week now has to be done today.

An old Python favorite of mine. I find myself singing that one a lot, for no apparent reason.

I've got two legs from me hips to the ground, and When I move 'em they walk around, and When I lift 'em they climb the stairs, and When I shave 'em they ain't got hairs This is my first post of the day.

I knew we had a skunk living somewhere in the vicinity of our back yard, because I've seen it out at night feeding on the seed that's fallen from the bird feeder. What I did not know was that there is at least one other skunk in the area. And ... those two don't like each other very much. There was just a huge, noisy skunk fight in our back yard, less than ten feet from the large windows in our dining room. Fortunately, neither combatant decided to let fly with the usual weaponry.

IT'S BACK!!! Maybe a popular demand thing? Unfortunately, I think the formula is slightly changed, probably as a result of their new "all natural" shtick. It tastes a little sweeter than I remember, which is a shame. It's still good, though. So far I've only seen it in twelve-packs of cans, but it has new graphic design, so it's clearly been resurrected.

Fixed it for you

Tattoos? Nope. Don't mind 'em on other people, but they're not for me. Piercings? Nope. See above. Unusual Jewlery? Nope. I don't actually own any jewelry. Scars? Lots. My various scars are like little reminders of certain points in my life. There's the nasty one just above the middle knuckle on my left hand, that I got from a jagged piece of metal at the Belmont el stop (reaching through the little opening to get my change) after a great night of music and hanging out with friends back in '92. There's the barely visible pair of gouges I got in third grade gym class when one of my best frie

You're not eating Indian food right. Go back and try it again.

I suppose even Buckeyes are entitled to happy birthdays.

clicky Damn this must have been fun to do.

I don't know if anyone cares, but I've been experimenting with capturing streamed audio. I made an MP3 of this song from my captured stream and uploaded a YSI, if you want it. I ripped the MP3 at 256 kbps, but it may not be worthy of that bitrate.

...dressed in that A's uniform.

The deluxe edition includes a shinebox.

Perhaps you ought to spend some of your summer in a remedial grammar program?

More news coverage. I just don't understand why people give a shit. If adults can eat wherever they want, why can't babies?

I wouldn't say they sucked after Olson left, but they weren't anywhere near as good without him, particularly in terms of lyrics. Louris has a great voice and is a terrific guitar player, but he can't write lyrics to save his life. Most of Sound of Lies is just downright embarrassing -- which is too bad, because the band's sound on that record is really good.

That's not how I use reviews. If I like what I read in a review (even if it's not an enthusiastic, four-stars-or-better endorsement) I'll Oink that album and check it out. If it's crap, I'll delete the files, no harm done. If it's great, I'll buy the CD. Reviews merely serve as a kind of spam filter for me. The obviously crappy stuff gets tossed aside, leaving stuff that may or may not be good, but is at least worth the effort to investigate. I doubt I've ever bought an album simply because it received a great review.

That would be an improvement on most other ranch dressing, which tastes like papier-m

The comfy chairs arrived earlier than expected. I spent the last hour watching Rockford Files in a reclined position. Now I have to go to work.