next plan !!!

-Crimson

Posted - August 3, 2008

Wow - Thanks again. The thread went from dead serious people to real ones. The only
difference was that everyone's responses were totally different in general and that
he has been very open about the matter. I hope he understands the "what if"
situation. What if his "no" was good and all? What if he wanted to take the "why do
you say something" out of the language he has used for so long and show it to the
general public? Then the community can finally let him know and let his "it doesn't
matter what he says and does not understand how wrong things are" know-it-all
attitude start to shift. Just a few months ago he still has so much in his head to
lose.

Well, thanks for the thread, guys. You got the right words. :)

Thank you so much for a good article!sand save !!!!!! It takes too long to read it.

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find the default size by writing a column like this : table name ( size 0 : 4 ,
name : "0.0" )
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There are a few settings that can hold down the default size: table is already 0
bits long and no more than a few extra lines. So to make sure we don't forget our
default size, we can do it via a new perl script called 'preload'.
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(the 2-D printer seems to have the best scaling, as are the 3-d printers), and try
to figure out what we're using. Then figure out which dimension we're in.
So here are some other tricks if you really want to get this far:
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see, the 3-d printer has the same three dimensions (2x, 3-D, etc.), but the edges
are slightly more or less where they think they are at. On the other hand, the 3-D
printer does have one slightly different dimension:
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will end up at once. I imagine that I'll have to work with these three dimensions
anyway to get a good score, but I hope that it's fun. And remember, every 3D
printer has its own method of getting the edges to line up with the shape of your
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The spot was perfect for camouflage. At least that's what she thought when she
picked the spot. She couldn't imagine that anyone would ever be able to see her in
these surroundings. So there she sat, confident that she was hidden from the world
and safe from danger. Unfortunately, she had not anticipated that others may be
looking upon her from other angles, and now they were stealthily descending toward
her hiding spot.
Her mom had warned her. She had been warned time and again, but she had refused to
believe her. She had done everything right and she knew she would be rewarded for
doing so with the promotion. So when the promotion was given to her main rival, it
not only stung, it threw her belief system into disarray. It was her first big
lesson in life, but not the last.
It was difficult to explain to them how the diagnosis of certain death had actually
given him life. While everyone around him was in tears and upset, he actually felt
more at ease. The doctor said it would be less than a year. That gave him a year to
live, something he'd failed to do with his daily drudgery of a routine that had
passed as life until then.
I'm going to hire professional help tomorrow. I can't handle this anymore. She fell
over the coffee table and now there is blood in her catheter. This is much more
than I ever signed up to do.
She had been an angel for coming up on 10 years and in all that time nobody had
told her this was possible. The fact that it could ever happen never even entered
her mind. Yet there she stood, with the undeniable evidence sitting on the ground
before her. Angels could lose their wings.
There was something special about this little creature. Donna couldn't quite
pinpoint what it was, but she knew with all her heart that it was true. It wasn't a
matter of if she was going to try and save it, but a matter of how she was going to
save it. She went back to the car to get a blanket and when she returned the
creature was gone.
A long black shadow slid across the pavement near their feet and the five
Venusians, very much startled, looked overhead. They were barely in time to see the
huge gray form of the carnivore before it vanished behind a sign atop a nearby
building which bore the mystifying information "Pepsi-Cola."
"Are you getting my texts???" she texted to him. He glanced at it and chuckled
under his breath. Of course he was getting them, but if he wasn't getting them, how
would he ever be able to answer? He put the phone down and continued on his
project. He was ignoring her texts and he planned to continue to do so.
The wolves stopped in their tracks, sizing up the mother and her cubs. It had been
over a week since their last meal and they were getting desperate. The cubs would
make a good meal, but there were high risks taking on the mother Grizzly. A
decision had to be made and the wrong choice could signal the end of the pack.
The amber droplet hung from the branch, reaching fullness and ready to drop. It
waited. While many of the other droplets were satisfied to form as big as they
could and release, this droplet had other plans. It wanted to be part of history.
It wanted to be remembered long after all the other droplets had dissolved into
history. So it waited for the perfect specimen to fly by to trap and capture that
it hoped would eventually be discovered hundreds of years in the future.
I've rented a car in Las Vegas and have reserved a hotel in Twentynine Palms which
is just north of Joshua Tree. We'll drive from Las Vegas through Mojave National
Preserve and possibly do a short hike on our way down. Then spend all day on Monday
at Joshua Tree. We can decide the next morning if we want to do more in Joshua Tree
or Mojave before we head back.
The alarm went off and Jake rose awake. Rising early had become a daily ritual, one
that he could not fully explain. From the outside, it was a wonder that he was able
to get up so early each morning for someone who had absolutely no plans to be
productive during the entire day.
I haven't bailed on writing. Look, I'm generating a random paragraph at this very
moment in an attempt to get my writing back on track. I am making an effort. I will
start writing consistently again!
Dave watched as the forest burned up on the hill, only a few miles from her house.
The car had been hastily packed and Marta was inside trying to round up the last of
the pets. Dave went through his mental list of the most important papers and
documents that they couldn't leave behind. He scolded himself for not having
prepared these better in advance and hoped that he had remembered everything that
was needed. He continued to wait for Marta to appear with the pets, but she still
was nowhere to be seen.
One dollar and eighty-seven cents. That was all. And sixty cents of it was in
pennies. Pennies saved one and two at a time by bulldozing the grocer and the
vegetable man and the butcher until ones cheeks burned with the silent imputation
of parsimony that such close dealing implied. One dollar and eighty-seven cents.
And the next day would be Christmas...
Green vines attached to the trunk of the tree had wound themselves toward the top
of the canopy. Ants used the vine as their private highway, avoiding all the
creases and crags of the bark, to freely move at top speed from top to bottom or
bottom to top depending on their current chore. At least this was the way it was
supposed to be. Something had damaged the vine overnight halfway up the tree
leaving a gap in the once pristine ant highway.
It seemed like it should have been so simple. There was nothing inherently
difficult with getting the project done. It was simple and straightforward enough
that even a child should have been able to complete it on time, but that wasn't the
case. The deadline had arrived and the project remained unfinished.
Was it enough? That was the question he kept asking himself. Was being satisfied
enough? He looked around him at everyone yearning to just be satisfied in their
daily life and he had reached that goal. He knew that he was satisfied and he also
knew it wasn't going to be enough.
According to the caption on the bronze marker placed by the Multnomah Chapter of
the Daughters of the American Revolution on May 12, 1939, College Hall (is) the
oldest building in continuous use for Educational purposes west of the Rocky
Mountains. Here were educated men and women who have won recognition throughout the
world in all the learned professions.
She didn't like the food. She never did. She made the usual complaints and started
the tantrum he knew was coming. But this time was different. Instead of trying to
placate her and her unreasonable demands, he just stared at her and watched her
meltdown without saying a word.
There was little doubt that the bridge was unsafe. All one had to do was look at it
to know that with certainty. Yet Bob didn't see another option. He may have been
able to work one out if he had a bit of time to think things through, but time was
something he didn't have. A choice needed to be made, and it needed to be made
quickly.
The words hadn't flowed from his fingers for the past few weeks. He never imagined
he'd find himself with writer's block, but here he sat with a blank screen in front
of him. That blank screen taunting him day after day had started to play with his
mind. He didn't understand why he couldn't even type a single word, just one to
begin the process and build from there. And yet, he already knew that the eight
hours he was prepared to sit in front of his computer today would end with the
screen remaining blank.
There was no time. He ran out of the door without half the stuff he needed for
work, but it didn't matter. He was late and if he didn't make this meeting on time,
someone's life may be in danger.
There was a time when he would have embraced the change that was coming. In his
youth, he sought adventure and the unknown, but that had been years ago. He wished
he could go back and learn to find the excitement that came with change but it was
useless. That curiosity had long left him to where he had come to loathe anything
that put him out of his comfort zone.
He heard the crack echo in the late afternoon about a mile away. His heart started
racing and he bolted into a full sprint. "It wasn't a gunshot, it wasn't a
gunshot," he repeated under his breathlessness as he continued to sprint.
The lone lamp post of the one-street town flickered, not quite dead but definitely
on its way out. Suitcase by her side, she paid no heed to the light, the street or
the town. A car was coming down the street and with her arm outstretched and thumb
in the air, she had a plan.
All he could think about was how it would all end. There was still a bit of
uncertainty in the equation, but the basics were there for anyone to see. No matter
how much he tried to see the positive, it wasn't anywhere to be seen. The end was
coming and it wasn't going to be pretty.
It was that terrifying feeling you have as you tightly hold the covers over you
with the knowledge that there is something hiding under your bed. You want to look,
but you don't at the same time. You're frozen with fear and unable to act. That's
where she found herself and she didn't know what to do next
Spending time at national parks can be an exciting adventure, but this wasn't the
type of excitement she was hoping to experience. As she contemplated the situation
she found herself in, she knew she'd gotten herself in a little more than she
bargained for. It wasn't often that she found herself in a tree staring down at a
pack of wolves that were looking to make her their next meal.
There are only three ways to make this work. The first is to let me take care of
everything. The second is for you to take care of everything. The third is to split
everything 50 / 50. I think the last option is the most preferable, but I'm certain
it'll also mean the end of our marriage.
She patiently waited for his number to be called. She had no desire to be there,
but her mom had insisted that she go. She's resisted at first, but over time she
realized it was simply easier to appease her and go. Mom tended to be that way. She
would keep insisting until you wore down and did what she wanted. So, here she sat,
patiently waiting for her number to be called.
Sleeping in his car was never the plan but sometimes things don't work out as
planned. This had been his life for the last three months and he was just beginning
to get used to it. He didn't actually enjoy it, but he had accepted it and come to
terms with it. Or at least he thought he had. All that changed when he put the key
into the ignition, turned it and the engine didn't make a sound.
She nervously peered over the edge. She understood in her mind that the view was
supposed to be beautiful, but all she felt was fear. There had always been
something about heights that disturbed her, and now she could feel the full force
of this unease. She reluctantly crept a little closer with the encouragement of her
friends as the fear continued to build. She couldn't help but feel that something
horrible was about to happen.
Sometimes there isn't a good answer. No matter how you try to rationalize the
outcome, it doesn't make sense. And instead of an answer, you are simply left with
a question. Why?