Comments on: Max Fill on Connectivity Issues http://intwilightregalia.blog.friendster.com/2009/01/max-fill-on-connectivity-issues/ Reparations of Ondelyn and Further We Hope Mon, 28 Dec 2009 16:37:38 +0000 http://wordpress.org/?v=2.6.2 By: grand piano http://intwilightregalia.blog.friendster.com/2009/01/max-fill-on-connectivity-issues/#comment-154 grand piano Wed, 02 Dec 2009 15:27:44 +0000 http://intwilightregalia.blog.friendster.com/?p=141#comment-154 <strong>grand piano...</strong> Hello ;) Thanks heaps for this indeed!... if anyone else has anything, it would be much appreciated. Great website Super Piano Links http://www.en.Grand-Pianos.org Enjoy!... grand piano…

Hello ;) Thanks heaps for this indeed!… if anyone else has anything, it would be much appreciated. Great website Super Piano Links http://www.en.Grand-Pianos.org Enjoy!…

]]> By: Scott http://intwilightregalia.blog.friendster.com/2009/01/max-fill-on-connectivity-issues/#comment-145 Scott Sat, 10 Jan 2009 07:52:11 +0000 http://intwilightregalia.blog.friendster.com/?p=141#comment-145 1. If you are getting your hands soiled as an evil minion, you're doing it wrong. Bloodied, perhaps, but not soiled. I have an electrostatic wand you could borrow... call yourself the "Zap Fairy", maybe work with The Monarch from "Venture Brothers". Unless you'd rather borrow my Blinding Ray instead. (Man, we BOTH need to go to Minions Anonymous I think.) 2. The Marianas Trench makes me think of a sketch on Robot Chicken: A girl is at a bar talking to the Creature From The Black Lagoon, saying, "So... where are you FROM?" I can see you missing all the fishy flirtations. For this reason I think it might be better to go with "acclaimed supernanny". I plan to start referring to you in this way to get the ball rolling. Just today I learned that there's an interesting phenomenon when mosquitoes mate. (Even more interesting was how mankind acquired this knowledge... we SUPER GLUED a string to one foot of a male mosquito, and another string to a female mosquito, and then led them to their speed date. They may have smaller brains, but ours are often of more questionable usefulness.) You know that sound when a mosquito flies near your ear, the kind that wakes you from sleep and makes you swat blindly in every direction? Well, it turns out that the male wing pitch is about a G, and the female wing pitch is a D above that. They're playing a chord, but here's where it gets fun. When they get within a certain distance of each other, the possibility of mosquito sex begins. (By the way, mosquitoes don't do oral sex, but that's another set of experiments entirely. Let's just say it's problematic.) But it's not a sure thing; the male has to CHANGE HIS TUNE. He wings it up faster, till he gets his pitch to match the female, and if he doesn't do this or does it poorly, she won't give him... um, the keys to her heart. Let's say "the keys to her heart". I can sympathize with the idea of having to change my tune. I'm guessing maybe I need to be doing it now, especially since the tune I keep doing seems to be "extremely sophisticated bot emulation". Dictionary soup, poetry that feigns meaning. But I digress. : ) 1. If you are getting your hands soiled as an evil minion, you’re doing it wrong. Bloodied, perhaps, but not soiled. I have an electrostatic wand you could borrow… call yourself the “Zap Fairy”, maybe work with The Monarch from “Venture Brothers”. Unless you’d rather borrow my Blinding Ray instead. (Man, we BOTH need to go to Minions Anonymous I think.)
2. The Marianas Trench makes me think of a sketch on Robot Chicken: A girl is at a bar talking to the Creature From The Black Lagoon, saying, “So… where are you FROM?” I can see you missing all the fishy flirtations. For this reason I think it might be better to go with “acclaimed supernanny”. I plan to start referring to you in this way to get the ball rolling.

Just today I learned that there’s an interesting phenomenon when mosquitoes mate. (Even more interesting was how mankind acquired this knowledge… we SUPER GLUED a string to one foot of a male mosquito, and another string to a female mosquito, and then led them to their speed date. They may have smaller brains, but ours are often of more questionable usefulness.) You know that sound when a mosquito flies near your ear, the kind that wakes you from sleep and makes you swat blindly in every direction? Well, it turns out that the male wing pitch is about a G, and the female wing pitch is a D above that. They’re playing a chord, but here’s where it gets fun. When they get within a certain distance of each other, the possibility of mosquito sex begins. (By the way, mosquitoes don’t do oral sex, but that’s another set of experiments entirely. Let’s just say it’s problematic.) But it’s not a sure thing; the male has to CHANGE HIS TUNE. He wings it up faster, till he gets his pitch to match the female, and if he doesn’t do this or does it poorly, she won’t give him… um, the keys to her heart. Let’s say “the keys to her heart”.
I can sympathize with the idea of having to change my tune. I’m guessing maybe I need to be doing it now, especially since the tune I keep doing seems to be “extremely sophisticated bot emulation”. Dictionary soup, poetry that feigns meaning. But I digress.
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