“Why not just make 10 louder and just have it go to 10?”
“Yeah, that works, too. Good idea.”
“One ring, with admin privileges over the others…”
“I’m not done with you, Mr. unfortunate redneck. I’m going to call some desperate drug-addicts over to hurt you. It’s gonna be very unpleasant for you.”
Jake, the level of corruption in this part of Los Angeles makes it useless to try.
People of Rome, listen now, what more can I say about the late Caesar?
It should be obvious to any reader that all people are basically the same, and by nature they are entitled to some expectations about being allowed to live free and do their thing to get ahead.
I feel confident you are capable of mimicking the sound made by an omnivorous domesticated hoofed mammal with sparse bristly hair and a flat snout. Weeeeee!
A bit off-track, but because this just happened a few hours ago . . .
I’m editing a friend’s thesis on Shetland wool and its uses in spinning and knitting. A colleague’s print job got wedged into the front material of her “methods/outcomes” front matter and for a few moments I was in awe that my editee was making a link between wool carding and Frederic James’s visions of the apocalyptic as applied to 21st century science fiction films.
Not to be excessively pedantic, but isn’t the line Tinker to Evers to Chance ?
This reflects the movement of the ball, hit to Tinker (singular) at shortstop, who throws it to Evers (second base) who relays it to Chance (first base) for a double play.
You know it would be just …wrong
You know that I would have just invented it
If I had indicated to you in any way
That we couldn’t elevate ourselves beyond where we are at now
hey kiddo, ignite me