A friend caught an infection from using old sweat socks. And then he had to phone and tell me.
A friend caught an infection from using old sweat socks. And then he had to phone and tell me.
I can see that. Good thinking.
About 5 feet wide. Try again next game.
50 years ago, I was 5, walking down the stairs on Christmas morning and my mom practically screeching “What do you have all over your face?”
Well. That settles that, then.
He had seen the future, knew how that looked, ginned up a spell to do so. Now he’s off solving part of the mystery so they can defeat Thanos and roll back time.
I still contend that Dr. Strange did not fall victim to the Snap but rather disappeared using his magic and will return at an appropriate time. If the movie proves me wrong I will cry Fake News! and continue like nothing has changed.
But it feels so good to scrub them...
I’ve never been to Quora, but based on the activity I see from people reposting questions they’ve asked or answered on Facebook, I’m curious if this data breach will affect mostly white males. Not because that’s exclusively my friend list, but because it seems to involve answering other peoples’ questions, often at…
As opposed to belts, soap tends to make my pants drop, which is ironic when I’m in the shower.
The Brits, if you’ll excuse the phrase, go bananas for CCTV, and facial recognition tech was given a test run a year and a half ago in Cardiff at the Champions League final. Maybe not all there yet, but they’re working on it.
This seems right, and one hopes new dads who are basketball fanatics aren’t currently eyeing their sons and thinking thoughts best left to papal choir boys of another century.
Also, you needed to say “I smell an IgNobel.”
I remember the first time I read about something like this was the first time I’d ever heard of a flash mob. Everyone showed up on a subway platform and at the appointed time started up their MP3 players (not just iPods then) and started to dance. I recall being delighted by the author referring to it as “an invisible…
Have a look at this Twitter thread I wrote about meeting some people there. It was quite a moving experience.
I had a great talk with a couple of refs, one of whom had actually been a player a few years ago. It sounds like UEFA helps fly in refs (12 from other countries, 12 local) and a small stipend is paid, although the one ref gives that back.
Maybe he wrote a school report about it.
Clearly the referee training hasn’t been working, so they have to do something. Every weekend this past few weeks there have been shit calls that have had the potential to affect the outcome of a game. Time to own up to the fact that players are faster and play smarter (certain exceptions apply); just like in the NHL,…
I’m in Mexico City right now and was still trying to convince my wife this would be a good idea and then this happened.
I was thinking a I read this that the best response to him now would be “We will never talk about you again when you finally die” but you fucked me over with your cogent and reasoned argument in the second-last paragraph, and now I feel even more depressed.