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$1.98?
Mongo: Mongo only pawn... in game of life.
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What a wretched thing to do to ANY car... Especially a Mustang.
".45 ACP - because shooting twice is just silly" - JSOP, 2010
- You can never have too much ammo - unless you're swimming, or on fire. - JSOP, 2010
- When you pry the gun from my cold dead hands, be careful - the barrel will be very hot. - JSOP, 2013
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Yeah, it's not as if anyone here liked them or anything...?
- I would love to change the world, but they won’t give me the source code.
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Do Vulcan cats live long and prospurr?
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Only if there are no cat-astrophies
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They're feline good about it.
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I like how puns litter this thread.
/ravi
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Do they give you paws for thought?
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Oh, that's pawthetic!
/ravi
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Don't know but their farts pong far!
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Live long and pawspurr.
FTFY
The language is JavaScript. that of Mordor, which I will not utter here
This is Javascript. If you put big wheels and a racing stripe on a golf cart, it's still a f***ing golf cart.
"I don't know, extraterrestrial?"
"You mean like from space?"
"No, from Canada."
If software development were a circus, we would all be the clowns.
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Does "IDIC[^]" stand for "Infinite Diversity in Infinite Cats[^]"?
"These people looked deep within my soul and assigned me a number based on the order in which I joined."
- Homer
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Only if they don't Kling-on to upholstery.
Marc
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I don't know. I have not opened the box.
Mongo: Mongo only pawn... in game of life.
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Ooo..bad news, I'm afraid.
Two words for the next time someone sends you a pet: "air holes"
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I will make sure to tell Schrodinger to do that.
Mongo: Mongo only pawn... in game of life.
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Good - or the Animal Protection people will be all over him!
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Only if you see it.
Mongo: Mongo only pawn... in game of life.
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Not me - it's the NSA you have to watch for!
(Nasty Stuff happening to Animals department)
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When Pterry died, the rights to discworld went to his wife Lynn and daughter Rhianna. Rhianna is a pretty good writer in her own right and people have been speculating she may 'finish off' some stories or even 'create a new life' for DW.
via Twitter, straight from the very fine filly's mouth:
@rhipratchett
I will be involved with spin-offs, adaptations and tie-ins, but that's it.
Discworld is his legacy. I shall make my own.
and
@rhipratchett
To reiterate - No I don't intend on writing more Discworld novels, or giving anyone else permission > to do so. They are sacred to dad.
So that's that. One more book to be published and then it's all done.
veni bibi saltavi
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Never read his books before..but bought one the other day to see what all the fuss is about (Going Postal) it's currently next in the queue once I finish my current book.
Am I starting with the right book? Or do I need to read them from the begining? Any reccomendations?
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I have occasionally read a few of them and don't think you would need to read them in any special order. What you think of the particular characters and the style in which they are written is, as always, your decision alone.
My favorite character is THE ONE (AND ONLY) THAT ALWAYS TALKS IN CAPITALS. Despite his job he is quite ok and even a grandpa.
The language is JavaScript. that of Mordor, which I will not utter here
This is Javascript. If you put big wheels and a racing stripe on a golf cart, it's still a f***ing golf cart.
"I don't know, extraterrestrial?"
"You mean like from space?"
"No, from Canada."
If software development were a circus, we would all be the clowns.
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And he loves cats.
Which is always a good sign in an anthropomorphic personification.
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In which book was the part about the bandit who tried to rob some travellers (who were vampires), suddently found himself lying on the floor and then tried to rob that guy with the black cloak he saw coming when he got up?
I think the response was 'I DON'T BELIEVE THIS!'
The language is JavaScript. that of Mordor, which I will not utter here
This is Javascript. If you put big wheels and a racing stripe on a golf cart, it's still a f***ing golf cart.
"I don't know, extraterrestrial?"
"You mean like from space?"
"No, from Canada."
If software development were a circus, we would all be the clowns.
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Carpe Jugulum:
Back in the mountains, the man who had tried to rob the coach managed to get to his feet, which seemed for a moment to be caught in something. He rubbed his neck irritably and looked around for his horse, which he found standing behind some rocks a little way away.
When he tried to lay a hand on the bridle it passed straight through the leather and the horse’s neck, like smoke. The creature reared up and galloped madly away.
It was not, the highwayman thought muzzily, going to be a good night. Well, he’d be damned if he’d lose a horse as well as some wages. Who the hell were those people? He couldn’t quite remember what had happened in the carriage, but it hadn’t been enjoyable.
The highwayman was of that simple class of men who, having been hit by someone bigger than them, finds someone smaller than them for the purposes of retaliation. Someone else was going to suffer tonight, he vowed. He’d get another horse, at least.
And, on cue, he heard the sound of hoofbeats on the wind. He drew his sword and stepped out into the road.“Stand and deliver!”The approaching horse halted obediently a few feet away. This was not going to be such a bad night after all, he thought. It really was a magnificent creature, more of a warhorse than an everyday hack. It was so pale that it shone in the light of the occasional star and, by the look of it, there was silver on its harness.
The rider was heavily wrapped up against the cold.
“Your money or your life!” said the highwayman.
I’M SORRY?
“Your money,” said the highwayman, “or your life. Which part of this don’t you understand?”
OH, I SEE. WELL, I HAVE A SMALL AMOUNT OF MONEY.
A couple of coins landed on the frosty road. The highwayman scrabbled for them but could not pick them up, a fact that only added to his annoyance.
“It’s your life, then!”
The mounted figure shook its head. I THINK NOT. I REALLY DO.
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