I have some Carhartt pants that have a special cell phone pocket, about where a hammer loop would be. In my haste to start a load of laundry, I failed to check that pocket.

So now I have a Droid 2 that's an unhappy phone. It powers up, but no display. I moved service back to my Droid 1, which other than the keyboard is a mighty fine phone. Unlike the Droid 2, the basic telephony UI doesn't have the appearance of a UI designed by someone 20 years away from presbyopia. And the speaker phone volume goes all the way up to annoying!

So I check on the Droid 4. Five hundred and forty nine dollars, retail, with no contract renewal. Or $99 for a refurb unit -- but only with a contract renewal. Somewhere in between, perhaps half retail, is a new unit with contract renewal. Contract renewals get rid of the grandfathered "unlimited data". I don't use anywhere near the limit. But goddammit, I might. One day.

To me this pricing is like Safeway, but more insidious. If you ever go in a Safeway, you'll notice the way they do "sale" pricing. Do you want to pay "absolutely fucking ridiculous price" or do you want to pay "discount price that only comes with a discount card." What Safeway is doing is coercing you to submit to data tracking.

VZW is practicing the same sort of coercion, but they're coercing customers into new contracts. And they get to do it by talking about "subsidized price". They're doing you a fucking favor.

So, I'm a Droid 1 user.
book illustration blog stopping off place. Lots of back posts to riffle through
PEGGY!!!!!!!!
R bladen 55-62
well, i'm sure everyone has seen this already, but if not, it's pretty sweet.
bill did you post this house being built?? $175 night rental.... http://www.vrbo.com/132726
avant-guard toys
Egg cooked in a Scanpan titanium-ceramic non-stick pan (plain): some weird hybrid between fried and poached egg. Some sticking, but the pan is allegedly immune to metal cooking tools, which I used. White, firmness to taste, no real browning at moderate heat; yolk, kinda warm and runny.

Next up, the depleted yolk omelet (because omelets should be at least pale yellow).

[The photographer accidentally ate the dry-poached egg during staging.]
( rip al Gordon ) He also wrote for sitcoms, including "That's My Mama," "Carter Country," "Hello, Larry," "Three's Company" and "227."
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kale effect
Heel and toe breaking. Is this accurate Mark?
after about five seconds of the trailer for gatsby, i thought to myself "what is this, some baz luhrmann wannabe?" nope its baz luhrmann. at least, carey mulligan looks fetching as mia farrow daisy buchannan.
vases berlin.

lizzie and sarah

girls! girls! girls!
25 words.
best veg sandwich in nyc
I don't always think he is funny but this is. And the reason I'm posting here is because of the href template.
LEBRON. 40 points. 18 rebounds. 9 assists. I don't really love the Heat, yet, but those stats are up there near awe inspiring.
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showrunner and creator dan harmon fired from community. he vents on his tumblr.
alex, there's a wine bar on the block?!
Maybe there are some mushrooms that can fix it.
noticed i get buzzed from one glass of wine but not so much (which is a good thing) even after a couple of water downed whiskies. heres one explanation.
Why is it that I can sip bourbon all afternoon long and never get more than a slight buzz with little impairment, but let me have a tall Sierra Nevada with lunch, and have a bomber of Stone IPA every 2 hours after that and by 6pm I am totally blitzed? Why?

This post brought to you by Teachers™, your local "I've got the summer off and you don't, so "Plplplplp!" group.

The short answer: Carbonation and your pyloric sphincter.

The long answer, high concentrations of alcohol in the stomach (I think ~17% +) causes the pyloric sphincter to shut, blocking the passage of alcohol to the small intestine where it is more readily absorbed -- so your bourbon is pretty much just sitting there giving you a nice even keel buzz. However, carbonated beverages (such as beer, champaign, bourbon and soda) actively relax the pyloric sphincter allowing the full effects of the alcohol to hit you hard and fast. Huh, well, that wasn't so very long now was it.

This response brought to you by me, your local, "I've got tomorrow off and only two months of freedom until Med-School starts so I just poured a hole heaping handful of bourbon into what was left of my coke, pyloric sphincter be damned."