You win everything. You may retire happy.
You win everything. You may retire happy.
So now the real question is, with there not being a Writer's Guild strike this time, will Wheedon still release Dr. Horrible 2 on the web, or try for TV?
There's an article I read (http://arstechnica.com/tech-policy/2012/10/how-much-do-google-and-facebook-profit-from-your-data/) that details a neat little tool made to secure your web-browsing experience. It has a lot of neat features, maybe worth running an article on.
Oh I know, Facebook has G+ beat solid (except first year comparison, right?), I'm just wondering, its only been a year, what happens in 10 years when the investors collectively tank Facebook stock and the whole thing crumbles because there's no money for new development.
To say nothing about this Prince Albert character...
I love you so hard right now.
Well, to be fair (I know nobody uses G+, but in the interest of fairness), G+ has only been around for what, a year or so?
I have, but I don't think of Wacom when I think of "desktop touchpad." Wacom's stuff seemed more of a secondary tool to me; not necessarily a mouse replacement, but an excellent add-on for drawing/photoshop users and such.
[watches video]
Actually, no, the product that leads this particular department is the offering from Apple (Magic Trackpad), so it absolutely can (and should) be compared to it.
Hulu is your friend :)
Bingo. Not bad for a not-scientist :)
Couldn't have said it better, my friend.
True, but now I have an image of one of these haulin' ass down the highway...
Yeah, but you can't hoon your house down the road, much to the jealous envy of random passerby...
I concur completely, though I only have a two-snooze buffer before everyone else gets up and the hot water supply is threatened.
Nah, I'd rather have the blowjob at the end of the day. There's times where I whack it during the morning shower (morning wood just won't go away), and afterwards it feels like there's no point in even being alive for like 3 hours afterwards.
You may be surprised to learn that this is, in fact, exactly the premise of this game. You are a servant to your horse: you must clean him, feed him, make sure he is tended to. You only think you're controlling his direction, when in fact he is the one making the decisions.
They're Miata's.
Without a doubt.