poawars of two! 2 4 8 16 32 etc.

teh difrance batween eaach one an the hnext is exacly twicce as much eacht time! ive beeen checkin em an except for 249 it holds true up to 32768. i gota check a bunch maore of em but its eerily consistant so far.

wierd huh? im startign to think it cant be a conscidants.

uudpd!

up to 4284967295 an stil in the grooove!

Little deuce coupe, yesterday.

75 Years of the '32 Ford.

thers nothing to say.

A Scotsman, yesterday

Just when you thought the terrors of Hogmangy were safely behind you, they strike, and strike again: January 24th is the most depressing day of the year, they say. To mop up any survivors while they're still staggering, Burns Night promptly follows. I know they don't claim to be a civilized nation, so you can't say we weren't warned. But even so...

"What are bashed neeps?"

"Neeps hackit with balmagowry."

Patrick O'Brian, Treason's Harbour [sic] p74

You may do as you like; I'll be arming myself and barricading the door. But what if they come in the windows? They always do.

Just pray the Scotsmen don't get their uncanny humanoid mitts on one of these (via those miserable libertarians).

Update!

A coyly pseudonymous reader directs our wavering attention to an unspeakably monstrous being, native to Scotland, seen here ferociously devouring the civil servants who attempt to restrain it. Note that the man partially visible at left is disguised as Charlie Chaplin, and the man behind the creature as Sly Stone. This behavior is by design; since the time of the druids, human sacrifices in Scotland have been disguised as Chaplin and Stone before being fed to fiends. The rationale is lost in the mists of antiquity.

hot riparian davelopmants ovar at gaills!

i saw teh severn bore once. tlaked abuot his sciataica for three hours nonstop.

I have just read a very disturbing thing, on some blog or other. The writer spoke of a "fine tooth-comb", an expression I often see, and I must share with you that this, is what is wrong with the young. They cannot be bothered to work, or to respect their elders, or to take a becoming interest in social and humanitarian concerns. Instead, they lounge about with their hands in their pockets, combing their teeth! And they feel that they are so very grand, only the finest tooth-comb will do.

It is a scandal.

Update!

I am brought by the lee! This joke occurred to me halfway through the third paragraph on page 205 of The Letter of Marque by Patrick O'Brian. I instantly dropped the book and posted. Huzzah!

But as I now continue reading, I find that precisely the same joke occurs to O'Brian in paragraph four. Having read the damned book twice before now, I really have no excuse at all. But it is no use whining. That would be locking two birds in one basket, after the barn is... after the stone has burned.

teh garlic card! pureey gorloic with ease! im getin one.

ima greaet partasan of teh micraapoilane (works lika charm on maple too!) but moare optoins is ogood optons! an it looks cool.

but if ur coookign for gerls u cant tel em u used teh grartar to make shelves with cuase women get al wierd abuot that stuff. an u tottly dont wana tel em u used anythiging to cook with that u worked on ur engiane with. or even teh transision for heavhehnsakes! or godforbid changed a tire. ur like 'dude ralax i cleaned it! an a litle oil wont kill u anyway.' but their all liek u know 'yapyapyap etc.' girls are weiired. cant figure em out.

thnnaks gail.

for twentysome yers ive ben telign people im six fet tal but i jwas sudanly seized by dowubt an mesured myself. an found im only five feet 11 an 15/16 inchas.

oh dear god waht now?!!

updpdpdpdpdpdpdpdpate!

no no waiiiat! ok ive got thsi weiired batrom in my new apt an if i standnd up strate under the one part my heads frimly gaist it. so i was liek ok tahts how tal i am. but no if i stand upstraight just infront of it my head actuly wint pas under it. so moreare like 6 feet an one qaratr inch. dude. my manhood is praseraved!

wel ok so im in protlend maine now an i saw a acident. in a fit off youthfful highgh spirets this one von closwitz of teh roadways rammed anothar. who with amdirable aploomb racovverd his dignity by ranmign a third. BANG-BANG pudle of antafreze etc. so al tharee of thease prognathous grobians promply disgorged an comendced with teh wordlas belowign an roarign. then they startied in hurlign bolders at each oathar twohanded.

heluva show! tehy oughta make moveis like taht. but waht did it all mean?