I punch 3 holes in every receipt: one each for parent, left, and right. Then I attach them all by string, in a balanced tree. If I need multiple search keys, I just use different colors of string, and different sets of holes. Rebalancing can be a bit of a bitch, after insertion. (I never delete.)

My vote is Zach Weinersmith

... And will slingshot the moon to higher and higher orbits.

No, it isn't. If you'd RTFA, you'd learn that the DNS check only happens as a confirmation safety step, once an active cheat has already been detected by Steam.

Speaking for myself: If you've supported your unpopular or arcane opinion with a well-thought out argument, then I'm likely to mod it 'interesting', at the least. On the other hand, if your argument is nonexistent or so weak that I am left thinking that you don't actually hold that opinion yourself, but are instead posting it to get a reaction out of others... then I go for troll.

Option The First:
1. Buy Dell Laptop
2. Do first-use OS initialization, power down, remove HDD, store away in a safe place
3. Add new harddrive, install OS of choice
4. If at any time you have warranty service needs, swap original HDD back in

Option The Second:
1. Don't buy Dell
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Ham on Nye.

Yes, I understand that. But-- at least in the judeo-christian realm-- it seems that 'divine forgiveness' is really only 1 step removed from the primary point of religion: learning to cope with mortality.

... and mystical absolution

Thank you for that... from now on I will use that term in lieu of 'religion', at every opportunity.

We can't bust heads like we used to, but we have our ways. One trick is to tell 'em stories that don't go anywhere - like the time I caught the ferry over to Shelbyville. I needed a new heel for my shoe, so, I decided to go to Morganville, which is what they called Shelbyville in those days. So I tied an onion to my belt, which was the style at the time. Now, to take the ferry cost a nickel, and in those days, nickels had pictures of bumblebees on 'em. Give me five bees for a quarter, you'd say. Now where were we? Oh yeah: the important thing was I had an onion on my belt, which was the style at the time. They didn't have white onions because of the war. The only thing you could get was those big yellow ones...

My pal Mitt told me Soylent Green is made of corporations.

No, that would be Torgo's Executive Powder.

Plastics.