It was at that moment that America died for me. Things would never get better than those two seconds. It was all down hill from there.
Americas not dead yet, my friend, but I do understand exactly how you are feeling about all of the lost ground. We remember our losses more profoundly then our gains. Its human nature, I guess, just like the rest of the experience.
It's* the Yeti it's = it is Learn this.
Your rite. I cun't tipe gooder for ewe.
American cretins. You can't even write 'they' properly.
And you get REALLY confused when you have to write 'they're', 'their' or 'there'. How the hell is your country still standing?
We stand on our feet, silly.
It's harder to do that while your head is up your ass.
Your obsessing on typos, homophones, homonyms during a Slashdot banter about Brazil nuts and asteroids is either an emotional disorder or you are from the Land of Trolls that can't walk and talk at the same time.
Hurling vituperative disparagements in grammatically correct English has nothing to do with this story and discussion so please take your meds. .
Now it doesn't mean it IS a Yeti. It doesn't mean it's even our kind of Yeti.
What d'ya mean? Every Yeti is our kind of Yeti. Perhaps the Higgs Boson just needs to leave giant footprints in the snow.
Google's saved search settings remain a broken, bogus, reminder that Google cannot fix chronic epic failures in the user browsing experience.
What is now proved was once only imagin'd. -- William Blake