Xbox gamesters are facing a terrible new threat to their enjoyment: the Xbox Red Ring of Loss of life. What is it and what can you do about? This post will tell you.
STEPHEN: Well, I think everyone’s noticed the new Squintern, Finn. Luke Kleintank performs him and he is somebody who will be recurring with us. He’s phenomenal.
What bothers me the most? Certain, I’m needle shy – especially with the memory of fainting the last time I had an injection in my arm. But that’s not it. I’ve experienced lots of blood attracts and a couple of IV’s because that day many years in the past and I’ve learned to cope fairly nicely with the needle. Could it be I’m listening too closely to forums conspiracies that fill the airways and forums 24 hours a working day, seven days a 7 days? Or could it be that I’m finding my own inner wisdom, my instinct if you will, and it’s telling me something’s amiss?
Based on my cautious observation of some of these creatures I can only be grateful that the most they can do is write about their wisdoms and objections for all the relaxation of us to see. They are telegraphing a warning to the relaxation of us. Their warnings, thinly masked within their objections, are telling us that if they had the power to do so, they would go difficult on we poor peasants. But they have no real energy except to item. And we’d much better be appreciative that these creatures only carry weight in this specific electronic medium.
The grassy knoll draws in a lot of guests itself. An impartial vendor stands behind the white wall that some conspiracy forum argue was the place of the real shooter.
We all know that values -even common types- are the final remaining vestiges of a primitive race. Stage boldly into the future by declaring all values relative. After all, if the Greeks and the Romans could do it, why can’t you?
Interstellar galactic flight would turn out to be a reality for each and everyone of us. Teams of school children would go to the outer moons of Jupiter as part of their science tasks. Trips to the outer reaches of the galaxy and on to the next, will be a tourist attraction open to all.
With that stated, I have become extremely tuned to all the activity going on in our country, with swine flu becoming no exception. Especially now, the end of October, when the voice crying “The end is near! . . . . The finish is near! . . . . if you don’t take the vaccine” is ringing and ringing in my ears, chasing me up my mountain . . . creating me much more afraid of what we don’t know about the vaccine and its long phrase effects than what we do know about the swine flu virus.