This could be big for the rest of the country.
This is another minor victory in the pot battle, but don’t confuse what DC the city does with what DC the federal government will do. The two entities have been at odds with one another on many other issues.
I really can’t believe they’ve let me live this fucking long.
When did labeling things on the internet “NSFW” for fucking language start?
You have got to be shitting me.
Without any questions, you’ve given me a blank canvas. I’ll only address what’s on my heart. Next month, the State of Texas has resolved to kill me like some kind of rabid dog, so indirectly, I guess my intention is to use this as some type of platform because this could be my final statement on earth.
It’s a bit like flashcards on steroids.
How Spritz Redesigned Reading, Letting You Scan 1,000 Words A Minute
When we read, our eyes move across a page or a screen to digest the words. All of that eye movement slows us down, but a new technology called Spritz claims to have figured out a way to turn us into speed-readers. By flashing words onto a single point on a screen, much like watching TV, Spritz says it will double your reading speed.
Mike Giepert sent me this yesterday and the demonstration on their website is so compelling and makes wish that this was everywhere.
They claim that the average human reads at 220wpm, and I can understand their test at 600wpm. Stunning. If you just described this to me, I would tell you it probably doesn’t work, you have to experience it to believe it.
You can tell it’s for straight people because if it were for gays it would be 3ndr.
And now I’m gonna have that damn Britney song in my head all afternoon.
Oh god this description sounds like the least likely people I would ever want to have a threesome with.
Also, we don’t really call them “threesomes” very often. It’s usually just “we’re having some people over.”
Front page, The (Torrance, CA)Daily Breeze, Monday 3 March 2014.
Yes, the paper’s staff and editor actually let that headline through.
Welcome to 2014.
That’s nothing, I heard a talking head on some celebrity show being asked how her feet were holding up and she laughed and said “my feet are very twelve years a slave right now!” As you would say, Jesus H. Christ.
FMK: Rust, Marty, The Yellow King
Trick question. Sex and marriage are feeble distractions on the slog to death. Kill all three. Then:
Finally started watching this last night, and couldn’t stop until I had finished Season 1.
My boss just came in and said “I have something small for you” and I guess my eyebrow must have arched a little because he immediately sputtered “a task, a small task" and we both laughed nervously.