SarahC07

I think it's funny that people are replying seriously to this post. The only reason I posted it was to share what I thought was a very well written article... thought you guys would appreciate it. I have no objections to watching the superbowl... although, I didn't actually watch the game.

I've been working full/part time since I was ... 18. Current age: 23 Total Jobs (include part time): 6 Career Jobs (post college): 2

Now I'm not a cop, but it sounds to me like the officer was burned or written up or whatever for not properly issuing a citation and he's trying to correct his mistake... If you had a ridiculous police force dispatched to your house, it wasn't exactly a 'secret'.

is this a whole chicken? chicken peices? what?

Please elaborate as to how this is a problem... I'm curious to hear what you have to say. I'd love to fuck and date a toned in shape 18 year old girl. I could not stand to hear her talk for more than 30 seconds. Just one example. I understood, generally speaking, what he was implying. And what you're implying. However, I think there are varying definitions of mental maturity... at least in my world. I think I was reaching for a more insightful response.

Yeah, well, I'm slightly hungover. Big words didn't get to me... "Isn't it anti-American to not watch the Super Bowl?" you might ask. Buster, I crap fleets of thimble-sized bald eagles, each screaming "U-S-A!" LOVE it.

Come on! Tell me that's not some great writing! It was a good laugh.

http://www.cracked.com/article_17025_why-i-wont-be-watching-super-bowl.html Tomorrow is our nation's high holiday: The World Series of Football. The armchair atheists have it all wrong. America is not a theocracy full of McJesus zombies praying for LOTTO windfalls. We're a secular nation, Mammon-damnit. Greed is a delicious, evil root that tastes great with butter and sour cream, and tomorrow our land will explode with nacho cheese, body paint and testosterone-jacked Orcs racing to make as much money as they can before their bodies fall apart. The contest is between the attitudinal woodpeckers and the industrial revolutionaries, and I predict that I don't care who wins. The skinny guy in the back's the punter. "Isn't it anti-American to not watch the Super Bowl?" you might ask. Buster, I crap fleets of thimble-sized bald eagles, each screaming "U-S-A!" I snuck into the tribal areas of Pakistan inside a living camel and beat Osama Bin Laden to death with a waffle iron, and I kept it a secret because I want the terrorists to feel safe. I just called you "buster." That's how I am with America. But I hate football because, as a nation, we can do better. There are so many sports superior to football, and yet we embrace a game that's only enduring value is that its ebb and flow allows television networks to spackle every inch, crevice and animated infographic with commercials. I love commercials as much as anyone. Advertising is the only mass art form that conveys our collective fears and hopes, and it will adorn the hologram walls of space museums hundreds of years from now. "My God, they really were retarded." But football gets in the way of commercials. You know why soccer isn't more popular in America (besides the socks, lack of scoring and the fact that Europeans look like elves)? It's because it is nearly impossible to wrap commercials around that game. You can go 10 whole minutes during a soccer match without finding out how to get "cash 4 gold." Advertisers hate that, and so they make sure you hate it too. Did I just claim that football sucks worse than soccer? I'll do you one better: Football sucks worse than golf, and golf is a just a happy walk through a pretty park with a club of men who are directly responsible for drunk joy-riding our economy off a cliff. Do you know any regular dudes who love to golf? You do? I'm sorry, then, you're a dick purse. Just some regular dudes. But football is worse than golf. See I know football. I grew up a Texan, and we Texans are the closest this country will ever get to Vikings. Growing up, my father worshipped three people: Jesus, Patsy Cline and Tom Landry. I worship Zeus, Dark Phoenix and the main Keebler Elf (the Warlord Elf Pimp who's in charge of getting those cookies from the tree, to the box, to my shouthole) but I don't blame Texas loving football. It's a religion there, and even the poorest, bleakest West Texas town has a sparkling ziggurat upon which local high school pigskin warriors are celebrated and sniffed at by scouts, before their future use to society is sacrificed to appease the gods of sporting combat. A pep-rally at a small West Texas high school. But you can't blame Texans. They spent the better part of the nineteenth century hanging Comanches, Mexican bandits and horse thieves. Old habits die hard. There's a lot of residual bloodlust to work out there. But come on, we can do better. Why isn't bull-riding (Beef NASCAR as I call it) the American sport to end all sports? It's an epic battle of the wills between a man and an angry cheeseburger; and if that doesn't typify our awesome civilization, I don't know what does. How about UFC? It's like boxing, except there's more blood, missionary position and brain damage. If they renamed it "Knuckle Rape Thunderdome," it might bring about the end of all other sports. Hell, I'll take Badmitton over football. They play with something called a "shuttlecock," and that's pretty funny, especially if you're a 34-year-old hack comedy writer. Shuttlecock. The jokes just write themselves. You might be asking where baseball, America's alleged pastime (emphasis on "past"), fits into all of this. Baseball is radio, and radio is a lot of words, and words suck. Let the batter keep his bat and supply the basemen with barb-wire wrapped hubcap shields and then we can talk. You don't have to say yes. Just say you'll think about it. Go ahead and watch the football show. Pump your fist and celebrate pointless berserker rage, grotesque consumerism and spandex sodden with man juices. Just don't invite me to your parties. I'll be rolling with my bitches, those football widows who will spend tomorrow taking in a matinee of The Curious Case of Benjamin Button before indulging at the Stone Cold Creamery and talking about Gossip Girl. Enjoy the game. Just know that the whole time, I will be eyeball-molesting your girlfriends and wives. I also hate football because when I was a teenager, I was a fat asthmatic who couldn't make the team.

Does skydiving help you maintain your sanity (relatively speaking, I AM aware of my audience )? Please discuss.

We have a winner! +1

Please elaborate as to how this is a problem... I'm curious to hear what you have to say.

So, John, what you are saying is that linkedin hasnt brought in a significant amount of revenue to your business. Correct?

If you don't frequent the gym, I'd say no ... you're probably fine. What doesn't kill you makes you stronger, right? Yeah, unless you destroy your joints and have to go have surgery... freakin knees.

62. Just name all the pronouns and prepositions you can think of...

Read This. http://www.businessweek.com/innovate/content/jan2009/id20090114_362962.htm Or read about what this guy has to say about health care-reform. http://www.businessweek.com/managing/content/jan2009/ca20090123_798447.htm?chan=top+news_top+news+index+-+temp_managing

Clean. I mean really clean. Or - I don't know what part of town you live in, but start walking around the neighborhood and see what you can find. I live in a very nice part of Houston (near the Galleria for those that are familiar) and I can walk to a Starbucks, a Container Store, Central Market, etc. - All kinds of fun things to keep me entertained. Hopefully you don't live out in BFE.

I'm pretty sure you can convert the chase card to a chase freedom CC. No fees associated with that account. Might give that a try?

Interesting. Very Interesting. Thanks for sharing.

the list is long and distinguished.

Really? No one?

I completely agree.

Thank you for the links. I've read both of those - they did not solve the file saving issue. This may actually be an issue with Vista.

I've felt defeated by an exam once before. I spent about 2 minutes feeling really really shitty about myself. And then I stopped. Feeling really really shitty about it wasn't going to get me anywhere. I immediately took steps to move past it and as others of stated 'unfuck' the situation. I converted my shitty, depressed, defeated feelings into an 'I'm not going to give up on this' attitude. I have more perserverance than I have brains and I won't claim to have much of either. You can work past this. You can work past this.

Yes. It's Acrobat 8 pro, pardon me. If anyone has successfully created a custom dynamic stamp with javascript enabled in acrobat 8 professional, please PM me. I've googled. And I've searched my C drive for newly created .pdf files. Both of these attempts failed. thanks.

I'm running Vista and I'm trying to create a custom dynamic stamp in Adobe Acrobat 8 professional. To edit the javascript fields of my newly created custom dynamic stamp I have to open the stamp. Problem - Adobe is saving my custom stamp to a folder that I can't find. Any ideas? If I was running XP I could do this. HELP