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Gosh Raz...
How do you really feel about D.C. and its suburbs?
You need to shake some of that paranoid stuff and
get one of those 'See America' Greyhound passes...
if they still have them. Ride until you are bored. Get
off a bit until you are bored (day or 2 maybe?) and
repeat a few/bunch of times. As a kid some of the
most fascinating people I met were on the buses and
trains. My first plane ride was WOW, then after that
boring, the people snooty or talking down.
Wanna learn sumpin, go Greyhound or Amtrac, or
their equivalent ...WOW
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Rant page huh?
Muther fuckin cock suckin stupid cunt faced piece of retarded shit the best part of you ran down you fuckin mothers legs and crusted on her worksite -- the whore.... cut me off at eighty JUST to get a car length ahead of the next guy.... fuck you... I should just run your ass off the road .....bitch
Man that feels good....
Q-P, how could you?
Crikers, and next you'll
be admitting you shop
at the K-Mart.
Can Dollar General be far behind?
Personal beefs?
My buddy has a dog he rarely gets out to exercise. I took her along biking today. The bitch has a habit of zigging or zagging right in front of my bike -- twice she just about got me wrecked!
Dumb dog.
"Thirty-one* states allow all qualified citizens to carry concealed weapons. In those states, homosexuals should embark on organized efforts to become comfortable with guns, learn to use them safely and carry them. They should set up Pink Pistols task forces, sponsor shooting courses and help homosexuals get licensed to carry. And they should do it in a way that gets as much publicity as possible. "
--Jonathan Rauch, Salon Magazine, March 13, 2000
*the number is now forty
Pier 1 is just upscale WalMart...still 89% made in China.
Now Trader Joes on the other hand...more sophisticated clientele
and truly products/delicacies from around the world. Oh, that tall
Mediterranean looking hunk in the wine aisle, maybe... Oh go ahead
ask him if he might know a wine to go with the cheeses you bought
from the blond hunk in dairy.
^^ Just wait till you find a Wegmans.
The one I go to... Lord.... I get LOOKS. Not to mention hit on by the employees.
Do you blame them, tho?
i could vent all day but i am sick and tired of people who feign outrage only to make themselves feel like someone gives a damn about what they think.
you can't save people that don't want to be saved.
i love my mom but she sets herself up for these shitty situations that she gets into. here she is stressing and pulling her hair about what happened at her job BUT yet here she is telling my sociopathic father her business as if he's her friend. for real. why the fuck is she talking to this dude about her job? he ain't your fucking friend. you're running from one set of crazy people into another. the people @ your job are fucking with you and yet you're running to the same jackass that puts you down like he's your fucking friend. i hate hearing him talk too. you can hear the evil in his voice. he doesn't mean her well at all. he's only out for himself and he's basically playing her ass out like a fucking puppet on a string. literally acting like he cares and then pushing her into the mud the next minute for his enjoyment and to be in control. fuck him.
can't wait for the day i get the hell out of here. this is just sickening. i just hope my mom fucking smartens up. she's had a long time to smarten up though. she still makes the same fucking mistakes though. one of them is trying to give my father the benefit of the doubt. you see how he is. you know what he does and yet you still fucking do the same bullshit around him.
then you spaz on me about what's bothering you. leave that sociopathic monster alone. he called "wicked people" yet his ass is worse than them. we know they're shitty. he's shitty too but let him go and admit how much of a fucked up person he is. my mom basically is enabling your punk sociopathic ass. it's disgusting. i'm going to talk to my mom about this shit because this is fucked up. why the hell are you leaning for comfort from a man that is using and abusing you?
Some people just get used to the dances. Because it's the only dance they know.
Consider it a cautionary tale. It's easy to say you won't follow in their footsteps, but make damn sure you're not practicing some dances of your own that should be left behind.
in a sense, i am just as fucked up as my father is on the dependent front. the big difference between him and me is i'm well aware that i'm in the wrong and want to change my situation. it actually makes me embarrassed and ashamed to say that as a 26 year old man, i'm still living at home with my parents, don't have a career job or a job, have no money, used to work a shitty job that i couldn't survive with and am behind in life for someone of my age. hell, to be able to be out on my own, pay my bills, take care of an apartment or a house or whatever and be able to say that "i can take care of myself" to me is fun. i want to be the one that's stressed out, pissed and angry complaining about having to work everyday to pay off bills, having to do the shopping, running all over the place, and etc. then when i get a boyfriend or whatever. he can be just as independent as i am where he isn't dependent on me.
it is embarrassing to be dependent on somebody where i can't cook my dinner, can't say that i pay the bills at home, and basically be independent. yesterday evening, when i was cooking chopmeat for dinner, i was having an orgasm thinking about what it would be like to be out on my own. i was actually getting envious of my mother where she earned the right to say that she runs the family. she pretty much runs her husband and her two sons and this is HER house. she pays almost all of the bills with the exception of the mortgage which my father particularly pays where my mother pays the rest. my father likes to overexaggerate his responsibility and his importance talking about "how he pays the mortgage all the time, how he works hard and etc" when it's far from the truth. he prides himself on being able to control other people to do what he wants them to do for his enjoyment. i don't even feel comfortable being around him at all. he's just a guy who you cannot lean on especially seeing how he is to my mom.
my father has actually made me scared to date other people in fear that i might get into a relationship as fucked as my parents marriage. i don't want to be like my mother and i sure as hell don't want to be like my father, basically using and abusing. i would rather be single for the rest of my life than to be in their type of relationship. hell, i don't even want to date anybody being in where i'm at now and i think guys understand that. i don't want to be the one that's dragging along or having someone else take care of me. if i'm going to date, i want to mess with someone who is in a similar boat where we both live @ home with our parents, struggling to find work. if i date someone who is way better off than me, i would be looking @ with the face like... "why would you want to date a jobless 26 year old that still lives @ home with his parents when you're in a way much better place in life than i am? you MUST really see something in me."
oh no
Fuck that. Fuck them.
Fuck it all. Dumb fucks.
Why can't you cook your dinner? I gave you a perfectly good recipe.
You know where you want to be. You know (I think) the steps to getting there. Now it's just a matter of taking them.
i know the steps of getting there. it's that i just want to go from a to z as quick as possible but i can't. no job, no money, and even if i did have a job with money, don't think it would be enough for me to move out with just yet. i just need to save up some money for a decent car first off. then with that, i can figure out where i'm going to go back to school and see if i can probably get student housing. then there's also the student loans i have to pay back which is 24k.
i'm thinking about touching that car accident money i had like 10 years ago to buy me a cheap car.
I don't have much in the way of a repertoire when it comes to cooking - that chicken dish, burgers and fries, chili, fried rice, pork tenderloin, spam casserole. And most of those I need the recipe in front of me to make sure I don't botch it. But I've got the internet, and I've got the ability to follow a recipe. So I have no trouble looking up a recipe on my phone, buying the ingredients, and following the recipe to make it. No, it may not be perfect or effortless, but that comes with practice. My fried rice was pretty lame the first time I made it - now I have people who want to come over each time I make it.
Why a car first? That seems like an odd place to start. Yeah, it's some freedom, but it's also a new stack of bills.
well, as the hurricane comes in. i'm going to keep it real. i know i've said this early in the year around march or whatever. i also knew i needed it. went to the shrink and whatever BUT i realize that i may have to bite the bullet and get myself some psychiatric or psychological help. you know, i'm going to submit. thought that i could do it on my own, thought that i could walk this out BUT i can't.
it's sort of the same thing like how i battled my homosexuality only to realize that nothing that i tried was working on getting rid of it. i had to accept myself. well, this is the same exact thing except i'm basically admitting that i have a problem, am willing to let it go and get help.
however, unlike this go round, i think i'll be willing to allow myself to accept the treatment that i need and accept the truth about myself that i don't want to deal with. i THINK i've had depression for the longest time looking at it now because i was one miserable camper as a teen. VERY MISERABLE. not 100% sure but i think that's what's been fucking with me for all these years. i think that may be what has me getting angry, spazzing off on people, getting irritated, being moody, not wanting to do anything, and whatever. i've been trying to find ways of how to deal with it BUT i have to accept the fact that my ways of dealing with it are NOT helping me. they have made me into a worse person. i would also say that there's a chance that i might not be depressed depressed though as in there's some days that i am able to have the energy to do whatever. i'll feel great, ready to do whatever, and get up out the house. the thing that makes me wonder is could i be suffering from mild depression, anxiety, or possibly bipolar disorder. i don't THINK i'm bipolar though because from what i've read and screening test that i took online, they said i wasn't that. depression, possibly. bipolar, no.
another thing that i was trying to do to counteract the way that i was feeling was to not masturbate. back when i was 13, i was ashamed with myself because i masturbated. i've been doing it since i was 8 but when i reached puberty, i started to get this idea that masturbation was wrong. i guess the teachings at that catholic school or somewhere else made me feel that way. when i discovered that i might have been gay, that was one blow so i curbed my behavior because of it. when i gathered this idea that masturbation was wrong, it made me feel even worse. i had all these issues that were fucking with me at the time. i didn't know how to deal with them so i did my best to deal with them. i thought that masturbation was the reason why i was getting bad grades in my freshman year of high school, that it made me lethargic where i was incredibly slow and sluggish moving around, that that was the reason why i was sleepy all the time, and etc. NOW that i look at it, i was suffering from depression. i thought that not masturbating would cure that. i was also eating sugar to make myself more energetic in order to make myself energetic. i also taught myself that it wasn't okay to cry, to hide my feelings and that it was okay to be angry instead. i continued on this route, combine that with other issues and here you have me today wondering where i went wrong.
you know, i was actually thinking about giving up masturbation or blaming masturbation on why i'm so lazy, am not doing the things that i'm supposed to be doing and why i was a certain way. basically looking for a scapegoat and not accepting that i REALLY have a problem. i AM depressed and it has actually fucked me over in a major way.
the only thing is i need to figure out. i know i talked about this before but i have no insurance now. even when i did have insurance, it wasn't covered by the hospitals over here. i don't know if it would be a good idea to walk into a hospital facility and asked to deal with the crisis intervention people. i don't know what to do to be honest but i know i need help because this is going to get worse.
Depression isn't always a constant. Even during my worst stretches of depression, I had good days and bad days. Also, masturbation is just you enjoying you. Playing fantasy time, having an orgasm, enjoying being a "sexual creature" if you will. No more no less.
You might just go online and do a search for "low-cost therapy (your city)". I'm guessing this is a better use of your coin than a car.
you have a penis..you have a brain,
try stroking thr other onr...
god gave you two hnds EH
come on buddy ,,,
the train is leaving the station.....
"Some people without brains do an awful lot of talking." -The Scarecrow, WIZARD OF OZ, 1939
Betsy DeVos, Secretary of Education, to under-performing schools: DROP DEAD.
Make, for a man, a fire - and he'll be warm for a few hours. Set a man afire, and he'll be warm for the rest of his life.
Satire is meant to ridicule power. If you are laughing at people who are hurting, it's not satire, it's bullying. - Terry Pratchett
I've always thought that within the bear community though, the term 'daddy' had more to do with dominance than incestuous fantasy. Am I wrong?
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Did I miss something or has
Fuji taken off with no word,
I hope he's alright, I know he was really torqued about his mom
having to go to work in all that crap. Well, positive mind set right...
Is money involved in any way?
^ i assume twinks are cute and dumb. Just like Tinkerbell
my laziness has no bounds. i've sat here literally looking at the same three sites for the past 3 hours. all i do all day is wake up, eat, jerk off, take a shit, shower, and on mondays, wednesdays, and fridays, go to the gym. this is pathetic. when i was working, i would just go to work on the weekends. smh. i still can't get myself up to get out of my room and take a shower. applied to some jobs today, looking for work, i should be studying the LSAT right now, was about to but i don't feel like it.
hell, i have the urge to piss but i'm too lazy to get up to head to the bathroom which is only just steps away.
once again, i didn't do anything today and i don't even feel bad or care for that matter. i should be feeling bad and embarrassed but it's like whatever. i'm acting like a bum because if you kick me out of here, i am one.
Has people's personal space expanded in the past few years? What's the deal with everyone saying "excuse me" when you are 10 feet away from them. Is this something to do with overusage of smartphones? Next time I am going to get withing 2 feet of them and see what happens!
well old pard, from time to time you do get a bit opinionated...not that I
would ever be guilty of doing something like that...
This is a discussion forum with people having opinions and stuff???
{was that subtle enough?)
Fuji you will spend the next three days studying and a trip to the gym
and sorting Job Applicant clothes to wear Monday. You will get that stanky
ass in the shower and scrub it all from that thick head to the bottoms of
those flat feet.
Do you get the picture? If you fail to comply Don 'Q' and and Sixthson
down to give you a serious taking too.
lol guys...it takes players to have a game...
Also, it doesn't really matter how agitating a person can be, there are a million better and more productive ways to express anger outside of being a shady dick. There's really no justification for it, it's just being an asshole.
i'm really, really pissed off right now so since this thread was made for this purpose...
yeah, yeah, i should appreciate my life or whatever the fuck. i don't care about all that shit.
to think that my black ass was thinking about how my attitude i reached it's peak back in high school where i was spazzing off on anybody that got me mad. i used to throw a hissy fit, cursing and the whole nine on the lunch line, to the lunch lady and the whole nine when i was pissed. i only made myself look like an ass when i thought that the whole "i'm not taking shit from anybody" attitude was working. i was feeling a bit remorseful thinking about it this morning and was like wow... what the fuck is wrong with me? seriously. why did i act like that? you know, i was thinking to myself that i really needed to look at myself then and now and see if i made any importants since that 10 year gap. i really needed to change and still have to make some changes. thought about the things that i needed in my life right now the most and i'll tell you right now, a boyfriend isn't one of them.
but anyways, i woke up this morning and i was getting mad at myself for how fucked up i continue to allow myself to be. i am holding myself back and basically programming myself to have a nervous breakdown, kill myself or to end up getting in trouble with the law. you know, i was getting angry with myself when i was thinking... "why the fuck can't i simply just close the curtains to block off the light that is blinding me and keeping me from falling back asleep at 6 in the morning? oh yeah, because if you do, your intelligence will diminish and you'll be a depressed retard like how you were feeling back in high school. keep those blinds open. it's vital for your well being." my whole anxiety is fucking killing me. my whole thought process is fucked up and when i say fucked up, i'm not talking about something that i can brush off, my way of thinking has fucked up my life and is making it even worse.
like i seriously think bad things will happen to me if i simply let go of something such as closing the curtains to keep the light outside my room to help me sleep or that i'll go nuts if i don't sit up on my bed looking like a dog, staring up at the clock with a question coming across my head raising up a concern of mine. i'm all looking at the last digits and thinking to myself that the clock actually has more fucking sense and brains than i do. same thing with the colors of cars and etc. my confidence is shot to the point where i'm placing my value and judgement on fucking superstitution and irrationality. i seriously am living my life around that shit and i think that it's okay.
the thing that angers me the most is that as a kid, i've been living in a situation where i've had issues BUT the thing is nobody bothered to give a fuck enough to at least reach out to me to fucking help me. i've been forced to for a long time have to be by my fucking self where i've had to deal with them on my own fucking two. i've been told that there's "nothing wrong with me" and "that i'm looking for problems" why i act the way i act. they say i want attention or have adjustment issues or whatever. it's as if they can't see that in itself is a problem. i've pretty much had to deal with myself, not even knowing why i act a certain way and how i can snap myself out of that fucking mindstate. so i've been told to basically hide how i feel or hide the fact that i have problems because nobody around me gave a fuck enough to step up and go "okay, something's wrong here". so i grow up, continuing to fuck myself over and having more issues with myself and my life and then i get told by the same people the same fucking bullshit that i was told as a kid. now i realize that they were fucking wrong and that the red flags were being ignored because they were either too scared to do something about it or they didn't give a fuck. then to top it off, i find myself caught up in my parents' bullshit marriage. i grew up in a fucking unstable household where my mother was basically the caregiver, my father basically did whatever the hell he felt like not thinking about his wife or his sons, and then seeing this emotional tug-o-war. my parents basically fighting and arguing with each other in front of us. my mother basically keeping us and herself in a bad situation simply because she was scared to get herself out of it as well as us. she wanted us to have a father and she didn't think she had what it took to take care of us by herself. so what happens, she prolongs the situation and then WE get caught up in it. like it's not my fucking fault. it pisses me off whenever i hear how she talks about "you guys do this. you guys do that. your father throws this around or does what he feels like so it's his fault as well as you and your brother's for why my life is a living hell." like i know i fuck up around here too and give you stress that you don't need to top off the issues you're dealing with or put yourself into but don't blame me for what the fuck my father does. you put yourself in that situation and ME into it too. you dealt with the man for 30 years and even single time i talk to you about him, how you should just let go of the thing that's been kicking your ass for the longest time, you talk to me about "he never used to be this way. he used to be a nice man then his friend's made him fucked up". it's NOT his friends. he been fucked up. even his own damn half brother and his wife warned you about how fucked up he was. you were warned about him and you let your fear hold you back. you basically are blaming me for your fucking situation. IT'S NOT MY FUCKING FAULT. I HAVE ENOUGH SHIT TO DEAL WITH DEALING WITH MYSELF. I WILL NOT FURTHER DRAG MYSELF DOWN BECAUSE YOU AND SOME OF THESE OTHER PEOPLE AROUND ME WANT ME TO BE FUCKED UP.
even hearing my father walk around, i really don't like his ass. he's just a fucked up human being. i'm tired of having to deal with this unstable ass atmosphere where i know what's exactly going to happen. seeing a sick mentally ill man who seems only fucking interested in taking care of his own ass and hearing his fucking self and seeing a woman with anxiety issues who needs to go to a fucking psychologist to see that she's been kicking herself in the ass and both of them are making my brother and me, especially, into some fucking nutjobs. for real, if i keep going down on this route, i'll be either dead or in jail. i'm getting angry to the point where i really am not beginning to give a fuck anymore and might end up going off and hurting somebody. that's exactly how i felt when i was up this morning. i felt like slitting my wrist, blowing my head off or fucking going on a shooting spree.
People like that are why the word "meh" was created.
refuji, you're caught in a spiral where your OCD and your mood swings and your social isolation all feed off one another and exacerbate each other, and so it goes round and round and round and round....
....then your anger needs a channel and you need to vent and so you shoot your mouth off and say some VERY inadvisable things like your last sentence, which I'm sure you don't really mean but is just immense frustration and annoyance boiling over (I hope)
This is probably not much comfort to you but these strong emotions DO ease over time, in my case at say age 17-22 it wasn't anger but it was an INTENSE crush on a friend and then a college guy I barely knew let alone spoke with, combined with an equally INTENSE self-HATRED of myself.
Two things to do are - first, to find ways if you haven't already of relaxing and de-stressing whether that be music or playing computer games or going out for walks or whatever, and - second, to try and 'break' gently these compulsive habits if not the obsessive ones which I was never able to control, I just had to endure. With greater insight over time, these issues became at the very least 'known' as opposed to saying 'what the fuck am I thinking about' which was the WORST thing - when they're the great unknown monsters in the room.
I'm sure sometimes you feel like the loneliest guy in the planet when you're suffering through all of this bullshit nonsense in your head and having to do it in silence, but one big positive is that you've found this place which means you have a very helpful link to the outside world beyond the realms of your house and the four walls of your room.
It takes time, but eventually you'll gain the independence and presence of mind to better control all the bad stuff, and if you ever get an opportunity for e.g. travel, or meeting someone new, or anything that 'changes the script' then take it!
You thought maybe the chicken guy and me was gonna have some words...Nae,
but I tell you three (03) times bro...
read/ think hard on what this Scot/UK transplant has to say...
CG's not just clucking, he's been in a similar situation to you and lived to tell about it
btw, if I miss...great Thanksgiving time for you and everyone.
yeah, that's pretty much it but i'll admit, i really do feel like doing that sometimes. over the years, i've come to my senses where i'm realizing that the way i'm going about it is all wrong. i was in my teenage phrase trying to be cool acting like i was a street thug where i thought guns and drugs were cool. some years later, i realize that that's not what i want to be associated with. don't like guns, i don't want to hurt people, don't like the idea of having to smoke weed to get myself away from reality because i hate it and all these problems. would rather just be happy and be in total peace.....then your anger needs a channel and you need to vent and so you shoot your mouth off and say some VERY inadvisable things like your last sentence, which I'm sure you don't really mean but is just immense frustration and annoyance boiling over (I hope)
hopefully, they do. this is just torture. it's been happening for years now. sometimes, i think this is going to last the rest of my life where the result is i'm still stuck at home living with my parents when i'm 30 or worst yet 40.This is probably not much comfort to you but these strong emotions DO ease over time, in my case at say age 17-22 it wasn't anger but it was an INTENSE crush on a friend and then a college guy I barely knew let alone spoke with, combined with an equally INTENSE self-HATRED of myself.
i should travel a bit more. one thing for sure is that i enjoy being able to drive to whereever to get away from the area that i'm in. seeing different things is cool. routine on the other hand sucks. as for the compulsive thoughts. would say that dealing with right now, it's very annoying. it actually upsets me at the thought of just wanting to change something over once but i know that the anxiety will overcome me to the point where i'll revert to it. like i would love to just close the blinds right now and keep them close BUT i can't seem to get myself to do it. the last time i did it, the feeling of sadness just came and i started to feel stupid. same thing with looking at the clock. it's that horrible feeling of something going away.Two things to do are - first, to find ways if you haven't already of relaxing and de-stressing whether that be music or playing computer games or going out for walks or whatever, and - second, to try and 'break' gently these compulsive habits if not the obsessive ones which I was never able to control, I just had to endure. With greater insight over time, these issues became at the very least 'known' as opposed to saying 'what the fuck am I thinking about' which was the WORST thing - when they're the great unknown monsters in the room.
very true.I'm sure sometimes you feel like the loneliest guy in the planet when you're suffering through all of this bullshit nonsense in your head and having to do it in silence, but one big positive is that you've found this place which means you have a very helpful link to the outside world beyond the realms of your house and the four walls of your room.
hopefully so.. i most definitely would take the opportunity to do anything that changes the script in a heartbeat.It takes time, but eventually you'll gain the independence and presence of mind to better control all the bad stuff, and if you ever get an opportunity for e.g. travel, or meeting someone new, or anything that 'changes the script' then take it!
thanks for your wonderful advice and help, man.
I love Lefty's big pic of that rooster.
That's the only time I've heard that phrase. I'm afraid I'm no expert on chicken breeds.
But I don't see these striped black/white types in the U.K. - I've only seen them on U.S. TV progs.
The standard British breed is brown, usually a mixture of mostly dark/reddish with a bit of light tan/biege.
for the first time in a long time, I AM VERY HAPPY. VERY, VERY HAPPY! there's no reason to why i'm happy either. I AM JUST HAPPY BECAUSE I FEEL HAPPY. i don't need anything good to happen to me to feel happy. i'm not bipolar or mood swinging or whatever. i need to masturbate though. my dick feels wonderfully great. i need to beat it out to some more pornography.
You might go to GGG's Appreciation thread in F&G,
there are some mildly suggestive photos there tonight.
Hope everything comes out ok...
Glad to hear you found the zone.
Keep the roadmap.


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Christian Ponder threw two touchdown passes to tight end Kyle Rudolph and ran for another score to help the Vikings hand the 49ers their first defeat, 24-13 on Sunday.
After a dominant start to their NFC North tour by decisively beating playoff teams Green Bay and Detroit, the 49ers (2-1) were beaten in every way by the team least likely to do so.
The Vikings (2-1) began the game boldly with a fourth-and-goal touchdown pass by Ponder to his Rudolph. They finished strong by forcing three turnovers and two punts by the 49ers in the fourth quarter.
Playing against his former team in the regular season for the first time, Randy Moss had three catches for 27 yards. Alex Smith's franchise-record interception-free streak ended at 249 straight passes.

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Annabelle Grace Yeaney, 90
Annabelle Grace Yeaney, 90, of Mayport, Pa., passed away Sunday, Sept. 2, 2012, peacefully at her home.
She was born March 12, 1922, in Youngstown, Ohio, a daughter of the late William A. and Grace Genevive Smith.
April 18, 1941, she married her best friend, Woodrow W. Yeaney Sr. He preceded her in death on April 4, 1996.
Annabelle and her husband owned Anwood Farms in Mayport and The Halfway House Tavern in Shannondale, Pa.
Above all, she was a devoted wife, mother and grandmother.
Surviving relatives include two daughters and two sons, Barbara (Al) Ritzman of Mayport, Carole Preston of Austin, Texas, Woodrow Jr. (Polly) Yeaney of Mayport and Gary Yeaney of Jay, N.Y.; a daughter-in-law, Bonnie Yeaney of Brookville; her sister and brothers, Barbara Jean Carothers of Boardman, Ohio, Thomas H. Smith of Lake Geneva, Wis., Carroll D. Smith of Youngstown, Ohio, Howard Smith of Elkhorn, Neb., and Donald J. Smith and John M. Smith, both of Santa Ana, Calif.; 13 grandchildren; 14 great-grandchildren; and numerous nieces and nephews.
In addition to her parents and husband, she was preceded in death by a brother, William Smith; two sisters, Wilma Smith and Helen Turnbull; and a son, James A. Yeaney.
Family and friends will be received from 2 to 8 p.m. on Friday, Sept. 7, 2012, at McKinney Funeral Home, 345 Main St., Brookville.
Funeral services will be held at the funeral home at 11 a.m. Saturday, Sept. 8, 2012, with Pastor Randy Evans presiding.
The family requests memorial contributions be made to the Clarion Forest Visiting Nurse Association, Inc., 271 Perkins Road, Clarion, PA, 16214; The American Cancer Society, Karyn King, 8 Marlin Street, Brookville, PA 15825; or Cruetzfeldt Jacob's Disease Foundation (CJD), PO Box 5312, Akron, OH 44334.


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PHILADELPHIA — Prior to the Bruins departing for Philadelphia for Game 3 and 4, winger Shawn Thornton sat in the Ristuccia Arena dressing room after a practice and wondered how Blake Wheeler would fare on another line after spending a couple games in a trio with Thornton and Steve Begin.
After all, Milan Lucic had skated a couple of contests on Boston's grind line and then just a couple games after he switched units he buried the game-winning goal in Game 2 of the Eastern Conference semifinal series with the Flyers. Thornton wondered out loud if he and Begin should be getting some sort of assistant coach credit or paycheck.
Well, it seems the tutelage of Thornton and Begin worked again, because Wheeler netted the tying goal in Wednesday's Game 3 win. It might be time for Thornton and Begin to really press for some slice of the pie.
"Every time somebody plays with us, they get bumped to the first line or second line and they do well. So I guess they come, they play with us, they learn a little bit how to play and that's it," said Begin today with a giant smile. "Maybe we should get a share of it next time they sign a contract."
The question remains, when will Thornton or Begin get the chance to skate on one of Boston's more-skilled lines? Remember, Begin took the first shift after Marco Sturm's Game 1 injury left a spot open next to Patrice Bergeron and Mark Recchi and he scored a goal.
"I can't wait to play my next shift on the first line," Begin quipped.
Vladimir Sobotka figures to move up the depth chart from the Thornton-Begin line to another trio with the absence of David Krejci. Put your money on Sobotka doing something big in Game 4.


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Problems with an old Macbook
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So I was given an old Macbook today by a friend who thought it was broken and if I could fix it then good for me and I keep it.
At first I plugged the charger in and no lights were present on the charger on the battery and it wouldn't turn on. After 10-15minutes the light was present on both the charger and the battery but the Mac would still not turn on.
After a further 10minutes the Mac would turn on, however it toke a very long time to load and crashed when it booted into the operating system, after booting it a second time all was working fine, apart from the fact if the Mac wasn't kept active it would turn off instead of sleep.
So I wanted to clean up the Mac and put a fresh operating system on it, originally I tried using a install cd from a few year old Macbook Pro, which I had to use an external dvd drive and it would not install saying it can't be installed on the computer, after which I got a regular Macbook install cd and tried that with no luck still.
I tried booting up the Mac with the installation cd and it said it can't install, at which point I went into the Disk utility and earsed the drive and began to zero it as well, unfortunately during the process of zeroing the computer appearingly just turned itself off (I'm suspecting when it goes into sleep or on the screensaver something is going wrong).
So now after turning the computer off and trying to start it again the computer will never get past the Apple icon when it's trying to load. When I turn it on it goes to a flashing folder icon and when I connect the external dvd drive it switches to the Apple icon. Unfortunately the computer just keeps turning off.
The computer however doesn't behave like it's been turned off because when you press the power button again nothing happens (if you close the Macbook you see the light in the right corner), you have to hold it breifly and then press it again for it to start up again. Sometimes when you turn it on nothing happens (but again I have to hold the power to completely turn it off), sometimes it makes it to the flashing folder icon and sometimes to the Apple icon.
I've read about people having similar issues with the sleep but not found a solution.
I'm at no loss if I can't fix it as it was free, however I don't have a computer of my own and it would be nice if someone can help me.
For starters...you need a retail install DVD..like this:
Mac OS X 10.6 Snow Leopard - Apple Store (U.S.)
Once you have a proper OS install DVD...then you can start to troubleshoot this computers problems with hopefully a bit more success.
- Nick- Too many "beachballs", read this: Beachballs
- Computer seems slower than it used to? Read this for some slow computer tips: Speedup
- Almost full hard drive? Some solutions. Out of Space
- Apple Battery Info. Battery
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It's possible I can get the original cds that came with the computer but doubtful. Right now the problems more then just the cd.
One thing I should add is that when you try to start the computer sometimes the hard drive doesn't make any noise and this is the times when it's unsuccessful in starting but somtimes it makes a noise and that is when it at least makes it to the flashing folder icon screen.
Why?...the flashing "?" means that the hard drive doesn't have a bootable OS on it. Or the flashing "?" could mean that the HD is "dead" and needs to be replaced.
In either case you need a proper OS install disk to:
- troubleshoot further
- to install the OS on a new HD if it needs one
- to try to boot the computer "as is" from the optical drive
- Nick- Too many "beachballs", read this: Beachballs
- Computer seems slower than it used to? Read this for some slow computer tips: Speedup
- Almost full hard drive? Some solutions. Out of Space
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Are your discs for Intel specific machines? The MacBook you're attempting to repair may be an older generation model, or a newer machine that's non Intel.
I have a first gen MacBook Pro 17 inch, that's in desprite need of repair. It to has a possible Hard Drive issue. When I got it in 2006 for my High School graduation, the box stated it came with a 120GB hard drive, yet when I started it, the computer recongnized the unformatted source as having a 80 GB cap. So I don't know what happened in the installation process.
Do you happen to know what version the MacBook is?\m/ d(-_-)b \m/ <Yo,Its-SAMMY!>
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It's a 13inch Macbook that is treated by Apple as a vintage model, between 2005-2007.
When I last booted it up I'm pretty sure it had a 1.83GHz duo core intel processor, not 100% sure but I'm confident it was that and it had 2Gb RAM.
I'm also quite strongly inclined to believe it's a hard drive issue so I will today when I have time physical take a look at it to see if there is any ovbious damage. I don't know if the issues go beyond the hard drive and I wouldn't be surprised if they did.
It's just really sad that I actually managed to boot into the computer yesterday little problems and now after trying to wipe the hard drive I can hardly get it to turn on.
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Post anything mass effect 3 related here. What we want, rumors, and confirmed facts.
Mod Edit: This will now be used as the official Mass Effect 3 Thread.
Confirmed fact: it will be awesome.
Wow... Jump the gun much?
Confirmed fact: If you cheated on the person you were with in the first game then there will be severe consequences in the third one. (I have two save files for this)
Well Ashley is a giant D-bag in ME2 so I've lost all respect for her, she brought it upon herself.
i feel like we should just stamp a big 'ol ME2 spoiler warning right in the thread title and talk about how we think ME2 choices we made will play out in 3.
ill start with what choice i think will have the most impact in ME3 **SPOILERS**:
giving the illusive man the collector base: good or bad?
first playthrough i gave it to him, but afterwards everyone on my team thought it was a bad idea, so in the playthrough im on now im going to blow it up. that way i can play through ME3 with both options ready to go and see how it differs. of course there were a lot of reapers in that last scene... i feel like fighting them with another reaper will help a lot. illusive man isnt exactly a straight shooter tho, who knows what else hed do with it.
I think you'll have to choose between the two people you "hooked up" with in the other two and choose who dies and who lives.....like one is a reaper spy and always has been.....wow now that i read that....its alittle out there.
They said they have always wanted to finish the trilogy on the xbox 360 so we can probably expect it in two to three years. Im pretty sure I read some where the cast of the second game will all be in 3 maybe with a few from the original.
i really hope that the cast from the second returns, i really liked everyone in it and its a good variety of skills. plus i dont see them pulling another thing where youre gone for a long time and everyone goes their separate ways, so why would they leave? unless something happens with the geth again then you might lose legion... but thats about it. or maybe miranda or jacob are a spying on you for some sinister purpose of the illusive man (im guessing itd be jacob- cant see them doing that with a love interest).
I think it'll be really interesting to see how much decisions you make in the first Mass Effect carry through to the third. For example, you barely see the ramifications of killing Wrex or not. He goes on to become the Krogan chieftain, but you don't get to see what that REALLY means in the second. Something tells me without Wrex you wouldn't be able to get the Krogan to fight the reapers with you.
I'm going to guess all the big decisions come down to who helps you with the reapers in the final fight (and let's be honest, there HAS to be an epic final fight). Krogan will help with Wrex, Quarians will help with Tali, Geth will help with Legion, maybe even the Rachni will help if you spared the queen in the first.
Can't waait!!
I agree with @Felix, the renegades of the galaxy will have a hard time because they pissed everyone off. EXAMPLE- You killed the council, you get less Turian and Asari ships, and if you killed the Rachni, your not going to get their help. And Tali, Legion, and their respective factions will have to settle their differences and fight as one, which you can't do iff the quarians are in civil war, and so are the geth. Or should I say the geth and the heretics :)
i was upset during my first playthrough when tali was holding legion at gunpoint because i didnt have enough renegade skill to settle their dispute with an intimidate (even tho i was like 90% renegade). same with samara's daughter- couldnt fight her off either. this playthrough im being much more renegade, so hopefully i can do both.
and i feel like telling the quarians to go to or not go to war with the geth could be a big decision for the third game. i told them not to go to war in my first playthrough and i intend to do the same in my second.
to bad its not coming out for couple of years... seems kinda unfair since they left it off on such a cliff hanger.... TERRA FIRMA
I believe in the third if you have been a renegade in the past two that you join the reapers or are controlled by the reapers (like sarien) then you destroy every race in the galaxy and then the reapers kill you cause you where just a puppet in there evil plot......just my thought
Who is going to be hearing any rumors right now? If anything those rumors would be concerning things like DLC. On that note, I'm worried about a new party member as DLC. Since I've already beaten the game once and am one a second play thru, I've essentially wiped him/her out for Mass Effect 3 maybe.
Here is a question that needs a rumor: a projected release date for Mass Effect 3.


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Chapter 10
Once again Harry awoke to the sound of raised voices.
It was becoming an all too familiar occurrence, and one that was both worrying as well as confusing. They were arguing about him, of course; it was always about him.
A less discreet place than the entrance hall of the house might exist, but he doubted it. The sound unerringly travelled all the way up the house's wide staircase to the topmost landing and his bedroom. Why they couldn't bicker in Black's study or his aunt's quarters he did not know.
Throughout his childhood, the adults in his life had fallen into two distinct camps: his aunt Bellatrix and everybody else. Despite her lack of official standing in his life, it had been she who had provided a refuge and, surprisingly, a shoulder to cry on when the world around him became too much for even his long-suffering soul to bear. She alone seemed to understand that the burden he was being asked to carry was too much for his young shoulders and that he needed seasons in, his life where he could experience something approaching normality. But now, well, that appeared to have changed.
He lay on his bed, staring at the ceiling, the angry voices rising and falling in noisy debate.
"Harry shouldn't be going anywhere. He should be staying here where I can look after him, where he can regain his strength and he can take his true station in life."
"It's like falling off a broom, Bella, life goes on and Harry has to as well."
"I can't believe that you're being so callous, Cousin, the boy needs to recover; the boy needs me."
"I think that all that Harry needs is to be left alone to be himself."
"Would that you had taken that approach when he was younger!"
There was silence, a fact that unnerved Harry. Black was normally very quick in justifying the way he had brought up Harry. Whatever regrets, if indeed there were any at all, his godfather had in respect to his upbringing, were buried deep inside away from the world's prying eyes. Certainly Harry had not seen one hint of remorse from the man.
Harry heard a cough and then a barely audible response from Black: "Would that we both had had that choice."
There was silence once again, and Harry pictured the cousins staring at each other in a battle of wills. Something had changed in both of them since he had returned from Hogwarts and he was still trying to work out if the change was permanent. The silence was interrupted by the arrival of a third whose lack of situational awareness belied her status as an Auror.
"Morning all," announced Tonks in a manner more befitting The Bill than a member of wizard law enforcement, "Harry up yet?"
Normally Harry would be smiling at the arrival of Tonks. Her zest for life was contagious and the uneasiness he'd felt as his guardians squabbled about him would have disappeared as she'd stomped down the hall towards the stairs that led up to his bedroom.
But not today and not since Hogwarts. She too had changed and the once playful banter and friendly flirting that had characterised their earlier friendship had changed as she became more insistent and demanding of his attention.
After the obligatory pounding of her feet up the two flights to his room, his bedroom door was flung open and she marched into the room and yanked the duvet off his bed.
"Get up, lazybones!"
"Tonks! I could have been naked!"
She laughed and flung the cover into the far corner of the room.
"Are you saying that next time you need a bit of warning so you can prepare properly? I don't usually go for morning sex, normally bursting for the loo, and I do like to brush my teeth before having a snog and all that. I'll give you five minutes to get yourself sorted and we'll have a quickie before we tootle off to Hogsmeade."
This was the new game: how far could she push him until she either went too far or he gave in under her relentless assault? Or, as was more likely, he told her where to get off and Black had to find him a new partner.
Without thinking, he climbed out of his bed, pulling off his pyjama top and letting it fall to the floor. It wasn't until he noticed where she was looking that he realised what he'd done.
"You know," he mumbled, trying to ignore her actions, "I'm a man who likes to, er, take his time, so, I'm, er, afraid I'm going to have to pass for the time being." He tried to laugh at his own joke, but the look in Tonks' eye stifled the laugh before it got going.
She was still staring at his chest which she probably thought was a fair exchange as the top she was almost wearing was doing its best to draw his attention to hers. The silence was uncomfortable, especially when their eyes met and he could see that the last thing that she wanted to do today was leave his bedroom. Finally, he picked up the bathrobe that was draped over the end of his bed.
"I think I'll go have my shower now, will you wait for me in the kitchen?" He turned, leaving her standing and walked slowly towards his bathroom. Only when he closed the door behind him did he hear her footsteps as she left his room.
As the water cascaded over his body, he let his forehead rest against the pristine white tiles letting out a cry of frustration as he did so. First Ginevra and now Tonks. Or was it first Tonks and now Ginevra? His nights were haunted with confusing and mainly erotic dreams. The woman who visited him each night was an amalgam of Ginevra and Tonks and, more disturbingly, his aunt.
He had surmised that Bellatrix's appearance in his dreams were because she was the last person he saw before going to sleep each night. Ever since he had returned home she'd made a habit of checking on him after he had retired for the evening. Once or twice, the morning had brought vague memories of his waking in the night and finding her hand upon him, but things were so confused he could not remember whether or not he just dreamt it.
Ginevra, or at least her red hair, had been in every dream. Whereas the presence of his aunt was a confused memory that disappeared as he rubbed his sleep from his eyes, the touch of Ginevra's auburn tresses on his skin as she had trailed kisses across his chest and down his abdomen lingered throughout the day.
Tonks had been a recent addition; her long legs and ample cleavage filled in the details of the mystery woman who rode him to a wet and messy climax every night.
But dreams were one thing; real-life was very different. Today, he and Tonks would visit Hogsmeade. They would go as partners and friends, not as lovers, but he knew that she at least wanted more. What did he want? Deep down he knew he still wanted Ginevra, but, as he'd reminded himself on many an occasion, she was no longer available to him.
He dressed slowly, knowing they had plenty of time to get to Hogsmeade. He had no desire to experience the argument that his departure was bound to cause between his aunt and godfather, and leaving at the last moment was the best way of avoiding the worst of it. Let them kill each other after he'd gone, he couldn't care less. His residence chez Black was beginning to wear on him. The arguments, the strange dreams and the claustrophobic atmosphere were a burden he was less and less willing to bear. Perhaps it was a consequence of the breaking of the contract, but he now saw the world through different eyes and leaving his childhood home was becoming a more and more attractive proposition.
Satisfied everything was in place, he reached under his pillows and retrieved the thin strip of material that had been his most treasured possession since he had left Hogwarts. He lifted it to his nose and inhaled deeply. The preserving charm he had placed on it was still working and he smiled at the memories it stirred. The smile stayed with him as he tucked the fabric into his top pocket and left his bedroom to face the day.
It was a crisp, October morning with clear blue skies. There was a hint of frost in the air that gave freshness to the day and an extra crunch to the gravel beneath her feet. It was the type of morning that would normally have made Ginny feel glad to be alive, but not this morning. Since the day Potter had abandoned her in the school entrance hall, she had learned to loath the merest mention of the phrase 'Hogsmeade Weekend'.
How foolish she now appeared, enthusing about the joys of visiting Hogsmeade when sat on the summer lawn by the lake with him. Until that episode in her life, trips to Hogsmeade had been perfunctory, with no more time spent in its environs than it took to acquire the necessary school supplies. In the heady atmosphere of his presence, the thought of walking arm in arm with him through the normally dull village had entranced her.
Now, the visit had all the appeal of repairing teeth the Muggle way.
She looked back at the castle, shielding her eyes against the low sun, surveying the damage resulting from Potter's battle. It was far more extensive than she had first believed, and although it had been repaired, she could see the new slabs on the floor as clearly as if they were labelled as such.
Those few details that had emerged of the fight and could be confirmed claimed that towards the end Potter had caused the floor itself to rise up against his attackers. Such a display of power both shocked and pleased her and gave her hope that even though they had said their goodbyes, he would return and revenge the wrong that had been done to him.
For all their boasting, those who had been against Potter couldn't deny that they had waited until he was at his weakest before attacking and then in such superior numbers that the outcome was never really in doubt. That it had ended such a close run thing was seized upon by those who, whilst far from admirers of Potter, had nonetheless wanted a stick to beat the mainly Slytherin group that claimed the victory for themselves.
After he had left, the school was awash with Aurors questioning everyone, including herself, but in the end no one was arrested and life continued as before. All of which struck her as odd. Was it beyond the wit of the MLE to discover the perpetrators of such a public act of violence? Given the intelligence of most Aurors, she concluded that it was. Still, Potter's godfather surely would have kept the investigation going or had the discovery of the contract destroyed more than her relationship with Potter?
Of course, she was the one exception to the continuation of normality.
Life post-Potter had been both an eye opener and an annoyance. At first, she mourned his departure, longing for his touch regardless of what common sense or pureblood propriety demanded. And then, as the contract's power over her had begun to wane, a steely determination to wrest control of her life had taken over. It was a determination that had been severely tested in the month since his departure.
There were days that she thought she would have been better accepting the contract as she struggled with the consequences of being her own woman. On the worst days, faced with the gamut of emotions previously denied to her, she had found herself longing for the simplicity of belonging to Potter. And when that longing became unbearable it was Potter's own words that pulled her back from the brink:
"You are free to live and love according to your desires…"
Fine words, Potter, but why do you still stalk my thoughts and dreams?
Taking a deep breath, she trudged across the gravel, searching for the one person who perhaps despised this day more than her, Argus Filch.
Filch was in his usual spot, his shoulders hunched and his expression grim; his whole demeanour suggested a man who believed that enjoyment was a sin and an unforgivable one at that. His familiar perch was one where, according to Hogwarts tradition, he had stood every Hogsmeade weekend since the beginning of time, scrutinising the parchment in his gnarled hand.
His quest? To ensure that any child who had not returned the requisite parental permission slip was denied the pleasures of the weekend. At his feet, and sniffing the air for potential miscreants, was Mrs Norris.
"Good morning, Mister Filch."
"Morning, Miss Weasley," he replied, a rare smile gracing his face. "A bit nippy, but I dare say that things will warm up by lunchtime."
The caretaker's benevolent attitude towards her still confused her. It had begun immediately after Potter's departure and whereas the man was still as cantankerous as ever towards everyone else, he treated her with still unnerving pleasantness.
"Expecting any problems?" she asked as Mrs Norris rubbed up against her legs.
"No, well, nothing I can't handle. Isn't a trick they'll try that I haven't seen before."
"Well, I'll leave you to prepare in peace, Mister Filch," she said as she turned back to the castle. Pleased to have taken care of that chore, she now had to face up to another: going to Hogsmeade with Neville Longbottom.
Since Potter's departure, the restrictions on members of the opposite sex being able to get close to her had vanished and she now found herself pursued by a number of boys, all of whom thought they were Merlin's gift to women and none of whom she was remotely interested in.
Face it, Ginevra; no one is going to be able to compete with Harry Potter.
True as that was, it didn't stop it annoying her that he had made such a lasting impression on her. She may have enjoyed the time she spent in his arms, but no woman wanted to feel that a man had that degree of control over her, especially one that she would likely never see again.
But this morning he wasn't who was annoying her; Neville Longbottom was. Longbottom was her boyfriend in name rather than in practise. She hadn't kissed him and only rarely did she allow him to even hold her hand. She had only agreed to go out with him because he was the only one she could stand to talk to for any period of time; that, and the fact that he could be trusted to keep his hands to himself.
She spotted him sitting at the Gryffindor table talking to her brother and Hermione Granger. Not the most inspiring of crowds but better than Dean Thomas and his unnerving habit of happening upon her in the most obscure parts of the castle.
She managed a smile before settling down beside him and grabbing a couple of slices of toast. With a bit of luck she'd be able to make her excuses and go back to the castle around lunchtime. She'd put the story around that she had unfinished homework and needed to get that done so that Sunday would be free for Quidditch practise. It was, of course, a lie, but the thought of spending a full day with Longbottom filled her with dread.
Patrolling Hogsmeade, post Voldemort, wasn't the sort of assignment where you would expect to find an experienced Auror like Tonks or the Boy-Who-Lived, but when you realised that the Boy-Who-Lived was, in fact, an Auror in training awaiting the results of his first set of exams, and Tonks was his supervisor, things became a little more understandable. Add to that his continuing recovery from the effects of rewriting an incredibly complex and powerful magical contract, then it was, in fact, the perfect spot. Not that Harry's condition was known to anyone outside of a select group of witches and wizards. Even Dumbledore had been denied the whole truth, a fact that had annoyed him greatly.
Still, there wasn't much to do. Even the third years who normally got overexcited at some point on the day were treating the whole affair matter of factly. Whether it was because there would be another weekend in a month's time or that the world in general was more relaxed these days, Harry wasn't sure, but he was grateful for the peace and quiet, especially given his partner's continuing erratic behaviour.
He had hoped that kicking her out of his bedroom earlier this morning would have served as enough warning that he wasn't looking for the same thing she wanted. But the look she had given him before he'd kicked her out had left him in no doubt that she hadn't given up and was still looking for more than he was prepared to give. And rather than cooling her down, things had got worse when they'd left the house. At every opportunity, she had closed any space between the two of them and kept making incidental contact with him at regular intervals.
A pat on the shoulder here, a shove in the chest there, behaving more like a fifth year encouraging a shy boyfriend rather than his professional partner. Finally, as the students started to filter into the village, she had bundled him into a gap between two shops and started to hug him.
"I just wanted to congratulate you," she whispered to him as she pressed himself against him, "on passing your first year so quickly." She held him close, her hand moving up and down his spine, travelling closer and closer to his backside with every sweep of her hand.
"You've had official confirmation?" He pushed her away gently. He had no wish to start an argument in the middle of Hogsmeade, but things were getting out of hand. "I understood that no results were due until Monday at the earliest."
"Well, it's not official but—" she moved to close the hug again but he kept his arms rigid and resisted her.
"Then it's just rumour and conjecture."
He knew that he'd passed all the training and the only thing in doubt was by how much, but this behaviour had to stop and he'd start the process now before something went seriously wrong. But apart from returning to the Ministry, what could he do? The last thing he needed was her reporting him for leaving in the middle of an assignment. What was the protocol on this? What were the rules? And then it occurred to him — the rules! It was a pretty lame way of telling her to go forth and multiply but at least if he did piss her off he could claim he'd done it by the book.
"As my Supervisor I am surprised you would ignore such a fundamental tenet of the rules of evidence: do not accept any information as fact until it has been corroborated by a minimum of two, but preferably three, separate sources. Failure to—"
"I know what the book says, Harry," she replied smiling, "there's no need to recite it back to me." Her hand rested on his arm moving in a slow caress.
"On the basis of the evidence before me, I'd beg to differ."
"Even though you're the only source available?" she asked, still smiling at him and taking the opportunity to run her hand down his arm and rest on his hand.
"Where an Auror is the sole member of the DMLE, he or she is required to use their best judgement when assessing evidence as to whether it is best that they proceed alone or seek assistance. In matters—"
"I don't remember your being too concerned with rules and regulations before." She removed her hands from his arms and, ducking to release his grip on her, stepped closer to him.
"Voldemort didn't play by the rules so neither did we," he replied, trying to keep the tone serious. "And besides, I need to pass my exams."
He wasn't a great stickler for rules, especially when someone whose experience was limited had put them together, but he was looking for a way to distract Tonks from what she planning to do.
"And besides, I need to learn the rules before I can ignore them." He smiled back at her, hoping that she would get the joke, but it only encouraged her.
"Well, I just wanted to say thank you."
And with that she threw her arms around him like before, much to his embarrassment, especially when he heard a familiar voice behind him.
She had spent the morning window-shopping with Longbottom, wondering just how long she would have to continue the charade of being interested before she could return to the school. He would badger her to stay and enjoy herself, of course, but her decision to spend some time with Hannah Abbot and her friends had paid some unexpected dividends. Not only was Hannah a tolerable girl herself, but it appeared that she had an eye for Longbottom.
Now if only he'd do us both a favour and notice the girl.
They had just emerged from Honeydukes, where she forced herself to buy some Sugar Quills, when she caught sight of a telltale mane of unruly black hair as its owner disappeared around a nearby corner.
"Harry?" she said more to herself than anyone else. Conflicting emotions rose within her as the hope she would be able to meet him battled with her desire to stay put and leave their relationship behind her.
"Sorry?" said a confused Longbottom, looking around, trying to locate the source of her distraction.
Damn it, Potter! Why couldn't you have given me a few more weeks? Instead, here I am acting like an eleven-year-old girl whose fantasy boyfriend has just arrived for breakfast.
For a few agonising moments she battled the excited little girl within before finally submitting. If nothing else she'd escape from Longbottom. She took a deep breath and turned to the boy. Struggling to contain her rising excitement she placed her hands on his shoulders.
"Neville, I've forgotten that I need to buy some more parchment. I'll just pop back to Scrivenshaft's and to meet you lot later at the Three Broomsticks."
It was a poor excuse, but she didn't care. Speed was of the essence and being plausible wasn't going to get her anywhere. However, if she'd taken a moment to reflect on what she'd done, she would have realised it was the first time she'd initiated physical contact with the boy. Something he had noticed and, rather than fobbing him off and helping her escape, it had evidently encouraged him.
"I'll come with you," he said with a bright smile, taking a few steps towards her.
In a panic, she pulled her hands away from him, terrified that he would ruin the moment by trying to do something stupid such as kissing her.
"No, it's okay, I won't be long. And besides, I think Hannah still has some shopping to do before lunch."
As if on cue the Hufflepuff smiled appreciatively at her before tugging on Longbottom's sleeve. The boy turned towards Hannah, obviously bewildered by the sudden change in circumstances. Without waiting for him to respond, she seized her moment and dashed up the street in the direction she'd seen Potter disappear.
She quickly covered the thirty or so yards and arrived at the junction of the high street and the back road that led to the station. However, as she rounded the corner she found him in the arms of another witch.
"Oh," she said lamely, "I'm sorry, I didn't know that…"
Harry quickly shoved Tonks away from him, his anger causing him to be rougher than he'd intended. Tonks merely smiled at him and turned to face the newcomer.
"Miss Weasley, isn't it?" Her voice sounded patronising and Harry could tell that the tone was intended to provoke Ginny as much as possible.
"Yes. Sorry, I thought I saw a friend coming this way," she glared at him, her anger all too apparent, "but I must have been mistaken."
"Yes, well…" began Tonks, but Harry seized the initiative.
"Really?" He stepped towards Ginny, meeting her glare with a smile." Which direction were they heading?"
"I, er, I mean…" Ginny's confusion was obvious and so Harry pushed on, hoping all was not lost.
"Perhaps they went up here?" He took a few steps back onto the high street, pausing to look around every couple of steps.
"I don't know," she replied starting to follow. Harry turned back towards her. "Let's see if we can find them, shall we?"
"There's no one up here, Harry," declared Tonks, moving towards him and blocking Ginny's path. "We checked, don't you remember?"
She turned and addressed Ginny.
"Sorry, love, no one here but us Aurors."
"Then it must have been one of you I was looking for."
She smiled at Tonks, but Harry doubted that there was anything but animosity in the grin that now filled her face.
"Perhaps you were," he replied nodding, "perhaps you were." He smiled; a genuine smile now as he sensed the game that she was playing. As much as he had been attracted to the girl who had been delivered to him through the contract, standing in front of him was a vibrant young woman whom he had glimpsed through the mess of the contract. It was for her sake, rather than his own, that had led him to repudiate the contract and set her free.
He turned. "Yes, Tonks?" She stared at him for a moment, her face displaying her confusion as anger warred with disappointment. Eventually her training reasserted itself and she spoke.
"We should be patrolling the village. Students will be expecting the protection they've been promised, we can't let them down."
Harry wondered if she knew how empty it all sounded. The students no more needed their protection than Ginny needed to find some lost friends. He understood her motivation, but today had presented him with the opportunity to derail the runaway train of her emotions before he was forced to do so at wand point. He felt guilty doing it, but…
And it dawned on him; this wasn't Tonks's natural reaction to him, but was part of the fallout from the reworking of the contract, one that he hadn't considered. At the heart of the contract was a commitment to marriage and, although the arrangement he had made with Arthur addressed the obligation owed to the Potters by the Weasleys, it didn't deal with the marriage. How could he have been so stupid? No wonder Tonks had been acting so strangely!
His anger dissipated as he realised that the woman who had been his sole childhood friend stood there pleading with her eyes to choose her over Ginny.
"I think," he began slowly, not sure quite what he was going to say and wondering whether it was possible to say anything that wouldn't hurt or embarrass either witch. He was rescued from his predicament by the arrival of two students.
"Longbottom?" He stared at the boy, puzzled by his arrival. "What brings you here?" The boy had a girl in tow, Abbot, he thought her name was. Pretty in a homely sought of way, but the way her magic flared suggested that beneath the outward innocent appearance a more earthy personality was waiting to be explored by the lucky wizard she chose. And if he was correct, she had chosen Longbottom. Not that Longbottom appeared to have noticed.
One look from Ginny told him that Longbottom had set his sights on a witch who neither wanted nor needed his attentions. Although Ginny normally had a tight control on her emotions, her consternation at the boy's arrival showed as her mischievous grin fell from her face to be replaced by a look of barely suppressed anger. Tonks, on the other hand, looked overjoyed.
"Hello… Miss Abbot?" Harry called. The girl behind Longbottom nodded quickly as she closed in on the errant boy. "Are you by any chance related to Horatio Abbot, the staff maker?"
It was a long shot, but he was desperate to make sure that the brewing confrontation did not get out of hand. From what he could see, Abbot had eyes for Longbottom, Longbottom had eyes for Weasley, but who did she have eyes for?
"Ginny! What are you doing here?"
"I… er …"
Obviously not Longbottom.
"Miss Weasley," Harry interjected as she stumbled over her reply in a way that suggested what she really wanted to say would cause more trouble than it was worth, "wanted to discuss the security arrangements for today." He knew that on a day of threadbare excuses this was probably the most transparent, but the three who really mattered — four if you counted the Abbot girl who was trying to have an eyes-only chat with Ginny — knew that didn't matter and what really mattered was who ended up with whom when the dust settled.
"Security arrangements? I thought everything was okay now that Vold…er He Who Must Be Named was gone."
"Well, mostly yes, but…" Harry paused and leaned toward the boy, "you can keep a secret, can't you?"
"Of course!"
"Well," Harry began as if he was letting him to some great secret rather than spinning him a yarn worthy of the front page of The Quibbler, "we'd had certain information that… certain parties… were planning on doing certain things today."
"And you shared this information with Ginny?"
"Of course!"
"And not with the Head Boy?"
"There wasn't time," Harry nodded sagely.
"No, there wasn't," added Ginny, taking a few steps towards Longbottom, "but we can trust you to keep this secret, can't we, Neville?"
Harry watched the boy blush and smiled as Ginny took a step closer to him. He was like putty in her hands and he knew that as long as Tonks kept quiet all would be well. He glanced over at her and shook his head slowly as she opened her mouth. She frowned but after he continued to shake his head, she relented and gave in. Perhaps she knew that the battle, and perhaps even the war, was over. Perhaps.
He turned back to Ginny, who was deep in conversation with Longbottom. She was smiling at him, but nodding at Abbot, who was looking hopefully at the boy. As Ginny moved away, Abbot slipped in and soon Longbottom was hers. Harry saw her magic flare and, as a dazed look came over the boy's face, she wondered if the girl had succubus blood in her.
Eventually, the two newcomers turned away and began to walk back down the street into the centre of Hogsmeade. Harry watched them go, trying hard not to laugh at the wistful looks Longbottom began casting over his shoulder at Ginny. There was another flare of the girl's magic and all interest in Ginny disappeared. He turned back to the witch beside him who took a moment to look back and mouth her thanks at Ginny.
Ginny stood open-mouthed as Potter shoved the woman away from him with a degree of roughness that gave her an unexpected amount of pleasure. But despite the roughness, the woman smiled at him and as Potter turned to face her, the smile turned to a smirk.
"Miss Weasley, isn't it?" The woman's tone was patronising in the extreme and, rather than provoke the angry outburst that she was looking for, it helped Ginny focus.
"Yes. Sorry, I thought I saw a friend coming this way," she turned and glared at Potter, her anger at him undiminished, "but I must have been mistaken."
The woman began to reply but Potter was too quick for her and seized the initiative.
"Really?" He took a few steps towards her, his quick smile surprising her. He almost looked hopeful, which made her both pleased and annoyed. She was so busy trying to work out what she really felt that she almost missed his question: "Which direction were they heading?"
She stumbled over her reply, cursing herself for acting in such a confused manner.
Anyone would think I still fancied him!
"Perhaps they went up here?" He took a few steps back onto the high street, pausing to look around every couple of steps.
"I don't know," she replied, starting to follow. Potter turned back towards her. "Let's see if we can find them."
"There's no one up here, Harry!"
The woman moved towards Potter, an outwardly innocent move, but Ginny knew that it was intended to ensure that she stood between the two of them.
"We checked, don't you remember?"
Was that desperation she heard in the woman's voice?
"Sorry, love, no one here but us Aurors."
What the Auror had intended to be patronising was just the encouragement she needed. Ginny understood that if Potter's partner felt challenged, then a little bit of possessiveness was understandable, but this reminded her of a sparrow that had found a nice titbit trying to fend off a pigeon rather than a lioness roaring at her rivals.
"Then it must have been one of you I was looking for." She gave the woman that innocent stare that told her that her bravado was all for nothing and the game was up. Potter, though, had watched and understood it all.
"Perhaps you were, perhaps you were." There was a hint of laughter in his voice and a hint of a smile on his lips. He was staring at her, his eyes questioning as if his way of understanding the world had changed.
He didn't respond immediately, but then turned, slowly, reluctantly.
"Yes, Tonks?"
The woman was visibly upset even though she tried her best to hide it. She was lecturing Potter about how they should be protecting the students from, well, whatever. Who did she think she was kidding? Really, she didn't look like an idiot, but honestly! Potter looked like he wanted to pick her up and shake some sense into her. But then the tension went out his body.
"I think," he began, but then, well, then, whatever he was going to say was lost as Longbottom gatecrashed the party. And like most gatecrashers he was as welcome as a Death Eater in a Muggle primary school. The only bright spot was that he had Hannah Abbot in tow and the girl was trying her best to get him to notice her. Harry's partner looked like Christmas had come early. She ignored the conversation until Longbottom decided that her lack of attention had been unchallenged long enough.
"Ginny! What are you doing here?"
Ginny mumbled something as she tried to think of reply that didn't involve telling him to piss off and leave her to work out what she really thought about Potter. The man in question, however, was reluctant to leave her to sort things out for herself and came up with some fart-arsed excuse that sounded worse than the drivel his partner had come out with earlier.
"Miss Weasley wanted to discuss the security arrangements for today."
"Security arrangements? I thought everything was okay now that Vold… er He Who Must Be Named was gone."
"Well, mostly yes, but…"
She laughed to herself. She supposed that some witches might be pleased that two wizards were vying for her attention, but she didn't need this, she wanted time and space to ask her questions and get to the bottom of the whole mess.
Thankfully, the chance of any macho confrontation was receding rapidly. Potter was using the oldest trick in the book and she sighed as Longbottom was reeled in like Billy the Bass. Potter was whispering as if he was sharing a secret with a six-year-old.
"No, there wasn't."
She had joined in reluctantly, but she had a lot of thinking to do and nothing was going happen with a full house sitting in judgement. "…but we can trust you to keep this secret, can't we, Neville?"
She knew there was one simple way to deal with this, and that was not by telling Longbottom the truth. So, she decided, she would pretend to take him in her confidence, flutter her eye lashes at him and generally get him believing that he was going to be the recipient of something she wasn't going to deliver. One glance at Hannah told her that the girl understood where she and Ginny stood and that she knew she would be the grateful beneficiary of a Longbottom who was hot under more than his collar.
Now all she needed was for the Auror to shut up long enough for her to add the finishing touches. She moved away from the boy and with more synchronisation than she could have hoped for, Hannah Abbot moved in, brushing against him in such a way that all the blood rushed from his head and headed south. With a skill Ginny doubted even she had, the girl had Longbottom's full attention as she whispered in his ear. She could almost feel the warmth of the girl's breath as she drew Longbottom in and felt a tingle travel up her spine. She was in awe of the girl's powers and wondered if there more to Hannah Abbot than the lusty witch she'd assumed she was.
As they turned away and headed back to the centre of the village Ginny noticed that Hannah's bodice charm appeared to be failing in a way that Longbottom found fascinating. He still had enough left in him to look back over his shoulder at Ginny and she thought for a moment that her best efforts had failed, but as she felt a quickening of her pulse and a tingle that did more than excite her spine, he turned back to Hannah, all thought of his ex-girlfriend forgotten.
She wanted to stay and have a proper conversation with Potter, but whatever magic had been used on Longbottom had also affected her and she knew that she would have problems thinking clearly. Besides, it might have been Potter who had cast it and she knew she still had a weak spot as far as he was concerned. Best she went back to castle and calmed down before she did anything she would later regret.
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Seniors defeat Cozad; fall to Aurora
BROKEN BOW--The American Legion Baseball season is winding down and the Broken Bow Senior team is attempting to play their best baseball before the area tournament in three weeks and the state tournament slated to begin at the end of the month. This past Sunday Broken Bow traveled to Ogallala looking to avenge a loss last week. Both teams were shut out through the first three innings of play. In the bottom of the fourth inning Ogallala scored and added another run in the bottom of the fifth inning. That was all Ogallala needed and they held on to win 2-0; the loss dropped Broken Bow to 6-7 on the season and aspiring to play above .500 with five games left. Derek McCormick pitched a great game for Broken Bow. In six innings of duty McCormick allowed three hits, two runs, two walks and struck out seven. Broken Bow wasn't able to muster any run support and was only able to produce three hits, all singles. McCormick helped his own cause batting 1-3. Josey Evans and Michael Coleman each added one hit for the Indians. The first day of July wasn't what the Senior squad had hoped for. Aurora traveled to Broken Bow but made themselves at home in a 15-3 romp that ended after five innings. Aurora scored quickly with one run in the first. Bow was held scoreless in the bottom of the first and Aurora opened the game up in the second inning. Aurora connected with a three-run homer off Michael Coleman and quickly led 7-0. Broken Bow was able to muster offense in the second inning, producing three runs to cut the lead to 7-3. Unfortunately for Broken Bow that was all they were going to score and Aurora added insurance runs in the fourth and fifth inning to end the game. Coleman lasted 3 2/3 innings, allowed seven hits, nine runs and four walks and struck out two. Hunter Campbell batted 1-3 and scored once to lead Broken Bow. The Senior team traveled to Holdrege for a league match-up late last week. Broken Bow produced two runs in the first inning and set the tone early. Broken Bow added two runs in the third inning and played great defense the first three innings. Bow added two runs in the top of the fourth and looked to be in control with a 6-0 lead. Holdrege added two runs in the bottom of the fourth to cut the lead 6-2. Bow was held scoreless in the fifth inning and Holdrege rallied with four runs and the game was tied 6-6 after five innings. Bow added two runs in the sixth inning and Holdrege responded with one run. Broken Bow was able to subdue Holdrege in the seventh inning and held on to win 8-7. Kirby Pomplun was the winning pitcher for Broken Bow. He pitched a complete game, allowed five hits, seven runs and five walks and struck out eight. Leading the way for the Broken Bow offense was Jake McCormick. He went 3-3, batted in two runs and scored once. The Broken Bow Junior team was in action over the weekend and look to gain momentum for the area tournament in less than two weeks. Unfortunately, Broken Bow stumbled as they traveled to the Mountain Time Zone and faced off against Ogallala. The game was scoreless for the first three innings before Ogallala scored three times in the bottom of the fourth inning. Broken Bow added two runs in the top of the fifth inning but Ogallala scored twice in the sixth inning and came out on top 5-2. Preston Sanchez took the loss for the Indians. Sanchez lasted 5 2/3 innings, allowed five runs, five hits, three walks and struck out four. Zach Sanchez led the way for the Broken Bow offense. He went 1-4 and batted one run in. The Juniors faced off against Aurora and it was over in a blink of an eye. Aurora jumped out to a 10-0 lead before Broken Bow recorded one out. Aurora added two runs in the second inning and four in the third and the game was ended after three innings due to the mercy rule with the final score 16-3. Broken Bow traveled to Cozad late last week and came back with a 12-11 win. Jordan Lemburg started the game for Broken Bow and lasted 3 2/3 innings, gave up 11 runs and 13 hits. Zach Sanchez relieved Lemburg and he picked up the win. Sanchez lasted 1 1/3 innings and surrounded two hits. Leading the way for the Broken Bow offense was Sterling Atkins. Atkins batted 3-4, batted two runs in and scored once.


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Mail::SpamAssassin::Spamd::Apache2::AclIP - host-based spamd access control
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Allows / denies access to spamd basing on client's network address. This is a simple version of
mod_authz_host (which, unfortunately, is too HTTP-centric to use here).
Should be before
Mail::SpamAssassin::Spamd::Apache2::AclRFC1413 in the handler chain.
This module doesn't prevent Apache from accepting a connection; child (and therefore we) get control after client actually sends something. It's possible to open
$toomany connections to the parent server and DoS this way.
See <http://bugzilla.spamassassin.org/>


text: I have been thinking a lot lately about trying to get a "club" sport going at the High School level. We could involve Belding (When their course is complete), Greenville, Lowell, Ionia, possibly some Grand Rapids teams, and possibly Lake Odessa. It would require some adults to step up and become coaches. Would anyone be interested in this? This may be a long term goal.


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Submission + - Black Market Database Access to Scholarly Journals (chronicle.com)
An anonymous reader writes: University libraries offer access to a vast array of valuable materials — if you have a login and password. Now people are buying and selling university credentials online, or giving them away on warez sites. They're used by upstart companies aboard who need access to the latest industrial compounds or other valuable info on databases like SciFinder.


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Tuesday afternoon (March 5th) at approximately 5:00pm the Bonifay Police Department responded to the Medicine Shoppe Pharmacy located on West Highway 90 after receiving a call of an armed robbery at that location.
Officers were advised by dispatch personnel that the suspect had fled on awhite SUV traveling west in the eastbound lane of Highway 90. As the patrol officer arrived at the Medicine Shoppe, a fireman with Bonifay Fire and Rescue reported to dispatch that a vehicle matching the descriptionwas traveling east on Brock Avenue at a high rate of speed. The employees stated that the suspect had a long gun, possibly semi-automatic rifle in his possession while committing the robbery.
Also, the suspect obtained two types of controlled substances, which included alprazolam (Xanax) and hydrocodone (Lortab). Based upon several facts learned in the investigation, a suspect was identified as Clayton Kyle Clemmons, white male, age 41, of Bonifay. Deputies with the Holmes County Sheriff's Office made contact with him at his residence on Chance Road located just outside the city limits of Bonifay.
Clemmons was taken into custody by deputies and the stolen medication was recovered along with several firearms, at least one of which believed to be the weapon used in the armed robbery.
Clemmons was transported to Doctor's Memorial Hospital for evaluation before being booked into the Holmes County Jail.
Chief Chris Wells would like to thank all those involved in bringing this case to closure so quickly. Chief Wells stated, "the quick response of all involved and almost immediate identification of the suspect helped prevent a bad situation from getting out of control. I greatly appreciate all of the assistance rendered by the Holmes County Sheriff's Office, Holmes County EMS and Bonifay Fire Rescue in today's events."


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Arsenal legend Dennis Bergkamp has revealed he would love to return to the Gunners one day in a coaching capacity.
Known as 'The Iceman' in his days playing for Arsenal at their old home of Highbury, Bergkamp was an integral part of all of Arsene Wenger's title winning sides, including the famous 'Invincibles' squad that went an entire league season unbeaten.
Bergkamp's testimonial in 2006 was the first match played at the brand new Emirates Stadium – he made 423 appearances for Arsenal, scoring 120 goals.
Since his retirement the man signed by former Gunners manager Bruce Rioch from Inter Milan returned to his homeland of Holland.
He has since rejoined his boyhood club Ajax and was appointed assistant manager to his old international teammate Frank de Boer.
In a recent interview with the FA to help commemorate its 150th anniversary, Bergkamp admitted a desire to return to the club where he experienced his some of his greatest achievements as a player in a coaching role, though not for the time being.
"I would (consider it), yes," he responded in the interview when asked if he would like to return to Emirates Stadium.
"We have started something good now at Ajax and I know a little bit in my role now, what I like and what I don't like so if I could fulfil a similar role abroad, especially at Arsenal.
"That would be one of the things that I would like to achieve in the future. But not in the near future because we have just started here."
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L.A. County sheriff agrees to sweeping changes at jails
Bowing to mounting pressure to fix the nation's largest jail system, Los Angeles County Sheriff Lee Baca agreed Wednesday to sweeping reforms to improve the management and oversight of his agency amid allegations of deputy brutality against inmates. One of the key recommendations accepted by Baca would create an independent inspector general's office with the authority to scrutinize Baca's agency. Read the full article: L.A. County Sheriff Lee Baca agrees to long list of jail reforms
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Microsoft Continues Its Backdoor Legal Fight Against Android: Sues Barnes & Noble Over Nook
from the fight-fight-fight dept
- System provided child window controls: 5,889,522
- Remote retrieval and display management of electronic document with incorporated images: 5,778,372
- Loading status in a hypermedia browser having a limited available display area: 6,339,780
- Selection handles in editing electronic documents: 6,891,551
- Method and apparatus for capturing and rendering annotations for non-modifiable electronic content: 6,957,233
Of course, it's nice to see the response on Microsoft's own blog involves comments trashing Microsoft for this decision. Scrolling down the comments, almost all of them are incredibly negative against Microsoft, pointing out that these patents are obvious, that Microsoft should be ashamed of itself for suing, and people swearing off Microsoft products for being a patent bully. Perhaps Microsoft might want to think its patent litigation strategy in recognizing that it's not particularly well received by consumers.
The comments really are great, but my favorite may be: "None of this BS will get anyone to buy a Windows phone anyway." And that's kind of the point. Microsoft should focus on innovating. Not bitching about what competitors are doing better than it did.