Email sent to the webmaster address. Subject: “Technical Problems.” Filed in the spam folder.
As it turns out, it’s an ad for Viagra.
At least the subject, if misleading, makes a strange sort of sense.
Email sent to the webmaster address. Subject: “Technical Problems.” Filed in the spam folder.
As it turns out, it’s an ad for Viagra.
At least the subject, if misleading, makes a strange sort of sense.
Someone is extremely unclear on the concept in “Study Acquits Peanuts in Allergic Reaction.” Consider:
A new study debunks the theory that peanut allergies are caused by an offending ingredient inherent in the nut. Instead, the research shows, the condition stems from a person’s abnormal immune response.
In other words, they’ve determined that peanut allergy is an allergy.
Well, duh.
At least they had the sense to provide a link to the Food Allergy and Anaphylaxis Network.
Some kind of maintenance people are banging on pipes downstairs and I swear it sounds just like the frikkin “drums in the deep…”
Do not attempt to demonstrate to your significant other how two people in your story would kiss when you’ve just eaten loads of allergens. It will not end well.
For several years now (before the 2000 Presidential election, but even more strongly after that), I’ve been of the opinion that allowing people to mark a 1st, 2nd and 3rd choice on each ballot would effectively resolve the “lesser of two evils” problem that limits us to the Republicans and Democrats as the only viable political parties.
(For the record, since I was first eligible to vote, I’ve registered with a “decline to state” affiliation because I prefer to be associated with neither right-wing wackos nor left-wing wackos. I usually consider myself a moderate, but in today’s political climate what I consider moderate looks extremely liberal by comparison.)
The last two big elections, Bush vs. Gore for President and Davis vs. Simon for California governor, were both cases where I didn’t particularly like one candidate but really disliked the other. Continue reading