Open this up and paste whatever is on your clipboard right now, don't think about it.. just do it.

(nb: Dan it's NOT porn.)

Hugh Grant and Sandra Bullock attend premiere for their movie
http://reuters.com/newsArticle.jhtml?type=entertainmentNews&storyID=2146292

Nelly pulls out of Brits to care for sick sister
http://www.ananova.com/entertainment/story/sm_745817.html?menu=

Billy Baldwin gets NBC drama
http://reuters.com/newsArticle.jhtml?type=entertainmentNews&storyID=2145164

Schwarzenegger Undergoes Surgery for 'T3' Injury
http://reuters.com/newsArticle.jhtml?type=entertainmentNews&storyID=2144958

Harry Potter book outsells Tolkien at auction
http://www.ananova.com/entertainment/story/sm_745798.html?menu=

NBC, ABC to air competing Michael Jackson specials
http://reuters.com/newsArticle.jhtml?type=entertainmentNews&storyID=2144697

Jude Law's wife treated for post-natal depression
http://reuters.com/newsArticle.jhtml?type=entertainmentNews&storyID=2144727

Hmmmm.

(I love my job. :D)

This would be something I would say.

With the following configuration:

Processor 065-3653 867MHz PowerPC G4
Memory 065-3651 640MB DDR 266 SDRAM
Hard Drive 065-3657 60GB Hard Drive
Optical Drive 065-3660 Super Drive
Airport 065-3661 No Airport Card
Keyboard/Mac OS Language 065-4124 Keyboard/Mac OS for SD

Obviously I'm playing devil's advocate here. I by no means hate APC, and i do like to listen to them every so often, but really, i don't understand the hype.

APC - genius or overrated? Discuss

And to translate that into ILE...

http://www.lamer.net/todd.gif

My clipboard is empty. Had I copy and pasted instead of clicking a link on IRC earlier, you would have been taken away to a site that revels in the majesty that is UK 2nd division pop-punk bands of the early nineties (Family Cat, 1000 Yard Stare, Midway Still, Bennet etc.).

And it drives me mad when I switch between a Mac and a PC and my finger used the wrong key and I don't notice till it comes to pasting.

1Thus far the Muse has trac'd in useful lays
2The proper implements for wintry ways;
3Has taught the walker, with judicious eyes,
4To read the various warnings of the skies.
5Now venture, Muse, from home to range the town,
6And for the public safety risk thy own.

7 For ease and for dispatch, the morning's best;
8No tides of passengers the street molest.
9You'll see a draggled damsel, here and there,
10From Billingsgate her fishy traffic bear;
11On doors the sallow milk-maid chalks her gains;
12Ah! how unlike the milk-maid of the plains!
13Before proud gates attending asses bray,
14Or arrogate with solemn pace the way;
15These grave physicians with their milky cheer,
16The love-sick maid and dwindling beau repair;
17Here rows of drummers stand in martial file,
18And with their vellum thunder shake the pile,
19To greet the new-made bride. Are sounds like these
20The proper prelude to a state of peace?
21Now industry awakes her busy sons,
22Full charg'd with news the breathless hawker runs:
23Shops open, coaches roll, carts shake the ground,
24And all the streets with passing cries resound.

25 If cloth'd in black, you tread the busy town
26Or if distinguish'd by the rev'rend gown,
27Three trades avoid; oft in the mingling press,
28The barber's apron soils the sable dress;
29Shun the perfumer's touch with cautious eye,
30Nor let the baker's step advance too nigh;
31Ye walkers too that youthful colours wear,
32Three sullying trades avoid with equal care;
33The little chimney-sweeper skulks along,
34And marks with sooty stains the heedless throng;
35When small-coal murmurs in the hoarser throat,
36From smutty dangers guard thy threaten'd coat:
37The dust-man's cart offends thy clothes and eyes,
38When through the street a cloud of ashes flies;
39But whether black or lighter dyes are worn,
40The chandler's basket, on his shoulder borne,
41With tallow spots thy coat; resign the way,
42To shun the surly butcher's greasy tray,
43Butcher's, whose hands are dy'd with blood's foul stain,
44And always foremost in the hangman's train.

45 Let due civilities be strictly paid.
46The wall surrender to the hooded maid;
47Nor let thy sturdy elbow's hasty rage
48Jostle the feeble steps of trembling age;
49And when the porter bends beneath his load,
50And pants for breath, clear thou the crowded road.
51But, above all, the groping blind direct,
52And from the pressing throng the lame protect.
53You'll sometimes meet a fop, of nicest tread,
54Whose mantling peruke veils his empty head;
55At ev'ry step he dreads the wall to lose,
56And risks, to save a coach, his red-heel'd shoes;
57Him, like the miller, pass with caution by,
58Lest from his shoulder clouds of powder fly.
59But when the bully, with assuming pace,
60Cocks his broad hat, edg'd round with tarnish'd lace,
61Yield not the way; defy his strutting pride,
62And thrust him to the muddy kennel's side;
63He never turns again, nor dares oppose,
64But mutters coward curses as he goes.

65 If drawn by bus'ness to a street unknown,
66Let the sworn porter point thee through the town;
67Be sure observe the signs, for signs remain,
68Like faithful land-marks to the walking train.
69Seek not from prentices to learn the way,
70Those fabling boys will turn thy steps astray;
71Ask the grave tradesman to direct thee right,
72He ne'er deceives, but when he profits by 't.

73 Where fam'd St. Giles's ancient limits spread,
74An inrail'd column rears its lofty head,
75Here to sev'n streets sev'n dials count the day,
76And from each other catch the circling ray.
77Here oft the peasant, with enquiring face,
78Bewilder'd, trudges on from place to place;
79He dwells on ev'ry sign with stupid gaze,
80Enters the narrow alley's doubtful maze,
81Tries ev'ry winding court and street in vain,
82And doubles o'er his weary steps again.
83Thus hardy Theseus with intrepid feet,
84Travers'd the dang'rous labyrinth of Crete;
85But still the wand'ring passes forc'd his stay,
86Till Ariadne's clue unwinds the way.
87But do not thou, like that bold chief, confide
88Thy vent'rous footsteps to a female guide;
89She'll lead thee with delusive smiles along,
90Dive in thy fob, and drop thee in the throng.

91 When waggish boys the stunted besom ply
92To rid the slabby pavement, pass not by
93E'er thou hast held their hands; some heedless flirt
94Will over-spread thy calves with spatt'ring dirt.
95Where porters hogsheads roll from carts aslope,
96Or brewers down steep cellars stretch the rope,
97Where counted billets are by carmen tost,
98Stay thy rash steps, and walk without the post.

...

437 When rosemary, and bays, the poet's crown,
438Are bawl'd in frequent cries through all the town,
439Then judge the festival of Christmas near,
440Christmas, the joyous period of the year.
441Now with bright holly all your temples strow,
442With laurel green and sacred mistletoe.
443Now, heav'n-born Charity, thy blessings shed;
444Bid meagre Want uprear her sickly head:
445Bid shiv'ring limbs be warm; let plenty's bowl
446In humble roofs make glad the needy soul.
447See, see, the heav'n-born maid her blessings shed;
448Lo! meagre Want uprears her sickly head;
449Cloth'd are the naked, and the needy glad,
450While selfish Avarice alone is sad.

451 Proud coaches pass, regardless of the moan
452Of infant orphans, and the widow's groan;
453While Charity still moves the walker's mind,
454His lib'ral purse relieves the lame and blind.
455Judiciously thy half-pence are bestow'd,
456Where the laborious beggar sweeps the road.
457Whate'er you give, give ever at demand,
458Nor let old age long stretch his palsy'd hand.
459Those who give late are importun'd each day,
460And still are teas'd because they still delay.
461If e'er the miser durst his farthings spare,
462He thinly spreads them through the public square,
463Where, all beside the rail, rang'd beggars lie,
464And from each other catch the doleful cry;
465With heav'n, for two-pence, cheaply wipes his score,
466Lifts up his eyes, and hastes to beggar more.

467 Where the brass knocker, wrapt in flannel band,
468Forbids the thunder of the footman's hand;
469Th' upholder, rueful harbinger of death,
470Waits with impatience for the dying breath;
471As vulture, o'er a camp, with hov'ring flight,
472Snuff up the future carnage of the fight.
473Here canst thou pass, unmindful of a pray'r,
474That heav'n in mercy may thy brother spare?

https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=QYTcf55B-oY&feature=player_embedded

http://m.chicago.curbed.com/archives/2011/08/19/buyer-finally-closes-on-r-kellys-former-lakeview-home.php#mobify-bookmark

Not gonna get into this again but, notorious as this may be, it's actually really easy to find good Mexican food in London and anyone that fails to do so is just lazy.

which they called chicken change

key-

Vladimír Fortín

Joseph Peter Garbarin

TERRY BROOKS

사실이야.

JANDEK: OVERPOWERED BY FUNK

For example, when you show a stick to a dog, it
remembers how the stick hurt it ·on a previous occasion·,
and it whines or runs away.

93.

If you're reading this, you're likely the same age as the barber from the "Cut Your Hair" video, or older.

prisencolinensinainciusol

http://www.huffingtonpost.com/2012/08/05/chavela-vargas-dead-age-93_n_1744910.html

okay

sorry

You, my Flower / Sail to the Moon

WES9025PC

I changed this because they were told a story about Sally or John. It's better to say that rather than 'asked to imagine' - I don't think that the researchers said anything like 'please imagine a little boy called John'. John was the main character in a story.

ilx is a gated community from which i have wilfully locked myself out

clocks go back

Marguerite Sechehaye

analytic geometry

http://25.media.tumblr.com/fbe5091c7de0ff2b6fc5931addcb1d9c/tumblr_mv7p7mtcn01qdlh1io1_400.gif

a guy once pecked me on the lips, but that didn't really count)