Oh say can u c a bunch of newbies
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The entire internet... in two posts?!
And Firefox is using 1.25 gigs of memory now, thanks a lot Adam.
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Someone save all those and put it into a zip file! The internet will finally be in our hands!Comment
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There's wonderful thing called "restraint".
Defined; "the act of controlling by restraining someone or something; "the unlawful restraint of trade""
Using this wondrous called restraint you can NOT read them all in one go and start moaning about there being too many to read because you could be arsed to use a modicum of restraint.
Moan moan wibble floop flop. You think it's too long, don't read it all in one go. Like a book, read in bits.
Your welcome.
The lack of sleep has made me irritable. Now I shall sleep. Oh what wondrous sleep I shall have.
To sleep: perchance to dream: ay, there's the rub;
For in the sleep of power out what dreams may come
When we have shuffled off this mortal forum,
Must give us pause: there's the respect.
That makes clamity of so many forum posts:
For who would bear the flame wars of time,
The trolls wrong, the proud man's contumely,
The pangs of Mac love, the law's delay,
The insolence of office and the spurns
That load times merit of the unworthy takes,
When he himself might his quietus make
With a bare bodkin? who would fardels bear,
To grunt and sweat under a slow CPU
But that the dread of something after HDD death,
The undiscover'd OS from whose bourn
No traveller returns, puzzles the will
And makes us rather bear those ills we have
Than fly to other OS's that we know not of?
Thus conscience does make cowards of us all;
And thus the native hue of resolution (1600x1200)
Is sicklied o'er with the pale cast of thought,
And enterprises of great pith and moment
With this regard their currents turn awry,
And lose the name of action. - Soft you now!
The fair Ophelia! Nymph, in thy orisons
Be all my flame posts remember'd.
Now to the planes of Pangea. It is good to feel the soft ground under my feet, to run and jump. To be free in this land that I am king of.Comment
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