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[Godzil]

From a "game" that I play on another forum, this one is pretty simple:

Just post the content of your clipboard ^^


My start :


http://lwn.net/Articles/262570/

[Sweetpea]

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[Wetdogeared]

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[DixieGal]

Monday evening, I ran out of pre-dopped stones, so I grabbed 10 rocks and dopped them up for the adhesives to dry overnight.

(From a post at my faceting listserv. Cut the sentence to move to anothr location.)

[Javed]

necessarily

[pshrynk]

Nothing. I've got nothing.

[EowynCarter]

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That probably make no sence to anyone here

[Godzil]

http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=wfpva...aynext_from=QL

[happy_terd]

LOL. just got done updating this thread:

https://www.mobileread.com/forums/showthread.php?t=71325

so here goes my clipboard.




decline in the availability of e-books in countries we have never heard due to geographical restrictions and a small bumble-bee completing the minute waltz. In under a minute despite Chopin's complete absence from the playing field VR had completely eaten the original priceless manuscript to the well known Zelda and the seven SHUMS", it's a real page turner, or just thumb twiddler? Oh no here come the amazing space elves, with their cute, but lethal, deathrays. decked out in tinsel and glowing in the
strange giggling way only the truly innocent can. when throwing a spanner at a goat. "Yummy!" ,the goat exclaimed munching on some crispy bacon and soggy chips with stale tasting guacamole from captain pinktoes' stinky boots . "Stop, that tickles!", he he bleated, unconcerned about global warming and sugar coated cereal, but mystified by the fact that Sony went totally epub on their butts, leading with the left, but following through with a compressed HTML based format that made no sense compared to the beauty of the small, blue one next to the somewhat fish like object that nevertheless did not sing "Llama, Llama, Duck!" and thus, no "TWHACKKK" marred the dreamy silence that existed here, near
the much too late Bad Santa Claus, who was busy wrapping up coal and drinking a hot toddy with extra
sherry and lashings of a cat-o'-nine-tails in penance for what he did . On the other hand, he had a ring
that the Doctor said would work if rubbed on a blue fabric next to a fish.

The only problem was the closest fish was not all that keen about flopping around on the roundabout, since it was intoxicated with whiskey. And started to vomit diamonds and roses and puppy dog tails, which surprised the fish so much that it simply screamed and jumped out of the water and into the frying pan This feels very cozy said the cook, while he added generous lashings of bacon and cheese to every doughnut except the one covered in strawberry jelly and peppermint with a cherry on top. The blue fish felt left out and went off for a walk in the snow. But suddenly it remembered its urgent appointment with the pshrynk who was treating its homicidal tendencies and it's Oedipus complex with "Get over it!" and "That will be $300 please, you can pay me in e-book gift certificates from Amazon
, said the laddy by the green-painted door as we decide if green-painted is one word or two, but it doesn't
matter anyway. Green is the new black. And black is the new one next to the green. And with that we almost end the hour with another attempt at a mud-slinging mud-fest in Mudchestershire.

Meanwhile, Weresquirrels considered Goldbach's conjecture, and plotted, from within GCHQ, using co-ordinates gained illicitly from evil demonic weresloths. The heretofore unbeknownst denizens of long lost Atlantis were having a ball drinking strong love potions. But Weresloths and Weresquirrels usually don't get along unless there is nuts enough to share between them. Unfortunately, this year the Chicago Mercantile Exchange was affected by global hoarding of pistachios, resulting in a sudden and frightening stampede to assimilate nuts and bolts to assemble the large and rather awkwardly insanitarily looking atomic powered peanut shelling inadvertently violent invisible gibbon who liked to dance
naked, since he was invisible and that meant that he derived no pleasure from being so . Sad, he searched for a visibility potion that would save his beloved significant other gibbon from the anorexia nervosa that that the psychiatrist triggered inadvertently when he said My, what a nice gibbon donut I had last night in the privacy of my own boxing ring!

Yet now looking at you sitting there, so horribly overweight." And in another universe, cowboy gibbons roamed the beaches looking for unsuspecting chimpanzees. Chimps were the bane of their existence because they didn't wash very well behind their ears and knees, although their mothers sometimes made
very tasty pancakes with the stuff from behind the fridge and under the porch, like spiders. Naturally, the spiders took this the wrong way down the street. Arrested. Charged. And thrown into a vat of cherry
pie filling. The baker was none other than William Shatner as himself despite the fake tan and the button down combined corset and nappy with suspenders and belt which he wore with great pride and humiliation thanks to his highly honed sense of hearing that could detect a pink fluffy slipper approaching his famous polished wood , silver, and inlaid gilt acting skillz. "To Infinity or else! Full power, and tape my toupee at warp V, while Heather Locklear looked on, balanced precariously on the
left knee," said Shatner. Where are my meds? $300, please. You can tell the laddy to take his annual vacation and leave the door unattended for one month and hope that no-one notices that it is locked tight and not accessible from the outside. Strange occurrences were detected in the Force! Who promptly attached blue lights in a special way to the fish who swam near the beaches was singing Kayleigh. Misplaced strike marks deleted prose where zombies stumbled and disassembled. Fearing an explosion
they ducked, not realizing the low-lying laser beam was tracking them. Unfortunately, a thwack upside the head made them go away feeling a little sick to the stomach and curiously mellow about about being cross-eyed. Kaboom! The ultimate zombie appeared! She was wearing a itsy bitsy teeny weeny diamond ring that her toe sparkled as she wondered where it came from outer space. Then, Noddy Holder shouted, "It's my pension fund! Play it again Sam, for old thyme's sake, which is beyond another dimension and behind a cupboard being guarded by very big, ugly, lewd porcupine. Who were angry and desired revenge on the big hairy Santa who ate all the pies, and gave the cookies to Santa Claus and
didn't leave even one for those silly reindeer who ended up sulking and plotting horrible vengeance.

Meanwhile, back at the almost forgotten beaches, the dolphins were wondering what the large beach ball
was doing next to the small in comparison Klingon starship that came from outer space. Well, where else would it come from, unless we're Completely deluded, added the Narrator. Seeing shocked looks,
it turned around and asked what on earth is that horrible sound?" Cracking, crashing, cacophony came
from the heretofore ignored Really Terrible Orchestra Embarrassed, the Klingon captain cuddled the large beach ball which she mistook for a large hand grenade ready to explode in southwestern France. Fortunately, the beach ball was entirely confused as to the location of France, as Dark Star had left
them rather spatially challenged. No Kaboom? asked the somewhat dispirited penguin who had just stopped programming a new word processor. Am I typing this? and who am I to be the author
of the greatest work using skywriting ever." Mischievously the massed squirrel airforce went into an uncontrolled frenzy and started cracking jokes left right and even behind the fridge. Some of the more
off color jokes offended the zorange and genies who went into action wearing nothing but a thong. Or maybe two half-coconut shells over their head for protection.

Of course, that didn't stop the ducks from ducking and getting thwacked THWACK!! THWACK!! THWACK!! THWACK!! said the narrator, vengefully then giggled manically and had another doughnut with a hole in it . The Donut People appeared slightly puzzled by what they should do with
long prophesied holy holes conspicuous by their absence Lo, these many years... they hoped for something but they knew not the doughnut hole secret. For decades they searched following the doughnut prophecies of Nostradonutus, little realizing that Bart Simpson knew that only Lisa could
unlock the mysteries of the secret code embedded in the tattoo that the doughnut high priestess had placed on the long-lost jewel-encrusted doughnut fryer of imminent doom that loomed over that beach.
It's the world's end! screeched the befuddled Klingon in a voice that made mountains tremble with
glee and cast out a vorpal can opener into the aforementioned pub. The can opener smashed
into the glass bottle which prompted a green flash and a blue bottle relative to cry foul, then the umpire
went down on all four words at the tip of his tongue.

Unfortunately, the cat [Cat? Why always cats?] grabbed his tongue and [dog got your tongue???]
ran away with it which is typical behavior in countries that start catering to cat's behavior.
Thus rendered silent, sign language was the only means of communicating what the nefarious gibbons had was happening next year with those nefarious gibbons in Oz, where things [Crap!] were always just about hum drum every day except for New Year's first three hundred and and sixty party animals.
Meanwhile, over there the nefarious gibbons flowed freely and noisily around the chocolate fountain, dipping their rear ends in the liquid chocolate, then licking icing from donuts under cover of darkness until it was stolen by an untimely sunrise, shedding confused celestial mechanics students , a mindset that guaranteed keeping the spaceship docked in correct area of common reality was unlikely.

Hey, what happened to Zelda, our Queen?" asked the Klingon captain to the celestial mechanics students
who started looking for clues as to her personal timeline. Shocked, they discovered that she was in the parlor, eating into her very life-force! Which doesn't seem like it would taste very appetizing. In fact, it
had a certain aroma eerily reminiscent of a boiled skunk, a delicacy not to be missed. As to what she
had planned to do it had been totally secret. She existed in only in a plane , those plans were now
scuppered. Scuppered beyond redemption. but at least they disregarded all pretence of decorum and ripped off their uniforms, shocking many. All they had underneath were Aquaman underroos. Blinded,
they screamed out loudly for mind bleach in intravenous drips to be given twice daily. However the concentrate had got volatile after being mixed with chocolate ice cream. Seismic brain freeze manifested
like a bolt of supernova gamma rays, piercing the eardrums of the nearby choir who were busy rehearsing their famous rap and yodeling combo of the song "Feelings." Suddenly, the monkeys took
fright at the dreadful wigs being worn by Bald-Headed Invaders of the Laundromat. They washed
down their donuts with an effervescent acid, burped iridescent violet bubbles and grew sparkly gossamer wings. which they used for clothing while they washed their lacy undergarments.

Meanwhile, blinding snow fell in clumps from air vents (it was very cold) and the air conditioning
, powered by hyperactive ferrets, played "ice ice baby" with arrangements by montsnmag . The ceiling began retracting very, very slowly, and with razor sharp spikes a mechanical spider descended
without any menace involved , as it knew the lyrics and choreography to Thriller. It had no intention of causing any problems. It just wanted What is this blasphemy to observe the situation whilst wearing a red shirt with "Bengals Suck!" that smelled lightly of freshly squeezed lemon juice and carrots. Metaphysically speaking, the diet of marsupials can be quite painful. Just imagine digesting twelve
spiny lobsters and then forgetting you had butter sauce to make it more slippery and tasty. Multiply that feeling by the square root of eleventy and you begin to understand the magnitude of what hitherto only
the ancient Mayans had been able to calculate by means of painstaking use of two llamas specially trained for this task. However, the llamas were not always reliable and sometimes miscalculated to
deliberately annoy the priests.

Deep in the bowels there was a rumbling and a tumbling as the ire of jealous gods cascaded upon the five mischievous llamas, who nevertheless persisted in their attempt at playing volleyball in pink striped socks and matching undies while reciting the full llama sutra . "Hi, my name's Adrian," read the Mayan hieroglyphs with probable copyright infringement not to mention definite DRM-related geographic restrictions risking defenestration, decapitation, death and a dance routine featuring the five llamas doing perfect Elvis Presley impersonations. Woe to all who mess with monkey gods." For monkey gods will (and other gods won't) she really loved it said the adolescent f***wit . The moon rose slowly
over the misty mountain , while dwarves enviously wondered how to steal the sparkling green emeralds. They Made my ego hurt much like this storyline the detritus of which is in next H&V and the raisin pudding of doom. It being the eleventyth prequel to some other story that [bad double post save]
will have already been of Spotted Dick and Mottled Harry with cream laced with juniper berries
that were too stupid to know the difference.

The moon then slowly plunged into utter despair having learned that only one person had ever
survived a four-word-post thread That had become sinful without pulling his f***ing head off and replacing it with one not quite so sodding awful Knife out of place! interjected the adolescent f**kwit
who has no wrongdoings other than breathing too often (like, at all). Peace, brothers said Adrian lest you wake the Mob boss and his pet hamster, which is still lodged deeply in The crab, which confuses Manny and Solly, who Made me laugh hard enough to spit milk which was very messy. Mathematically speaking, whenever possible the struggle must end in tears. So, what most of us want is a new drug,
and Friday's question of where are the donuts? Yeah! Where is it? They were eaten by restless natives chanting "Where has the middle gone ."

Terror swept the natives as they realized that EBay wont let you Live free or die when selling other people's rutabagas. On the other side of the galaxy things were beginning to shatter. Reality was unstable as it had been torn apart by the timeline damage caused by the supernova bubblegum explosion
Very fruity paradox, I instantly thought about Michael . The previously unknown dimensions
prepared their attack forces consisting of one spatula and three melon ballers . Fortunately, the size differential Does not matter, maybe they were ghosts. Knowing what a martyr is, they selected one unfortunate subterranean tunnel dweller to subject to the ultimate punishment, something so horrible
, so terribly, mind-bogglingly painful ...The Call of Cthulhu. seemed a mere blip in comparison. The unfortunate subject was jettisoned into the vast, fluffy, wildly, bed of horrifying comfort. It was as if
any consolation, having to lay in a marshmallow-cloud while being tortured with a sticky iced-donut massage!

Meanwhile, back at the first page of the thread, "Hello" he said as the world restarted. At first, there was
an awkward moment as nobody realized what was the matter with the rapidly diminishing gravity, they
had trouble drinking coffee without their sippy cups. THEN SUDDENLY FROM BEYOND the mountains came Reginaldous, a vast multi-legged grey-bearded accountant. Shocked, he said What's up with this?! Then slowly pulled down a large account sheet which no longer balanced left with right, nor
inside with out. "Who let the dogs out?" Without unreasonable doubt, decide upon an accounting method which treats securitized mortgages on dog kennels as if they were merely personal privatized petting zoos with no smoking areas , particularly for the llamas, at least those with chronic shopping channel addictions. Get not one, but four, and there's more if you call within the next two hours
and fifteen minutes, you'll receive a years supply of chupacabra repellent!" The offer was irresistible and I phoned straight away!

Everyone phoned right away! The phone lines were overloaded, onhold music by John Williams entranced everyone. but not everyone was enamored when ABBA came on. Suddenly the lines
went silent and then ever so slowly, there was an increasing sound of clapping as happiness
or of happing clappiness.. which is defined as a ZCD before breakfast. Unfortunately, they used a
a greased squirrel bartender

[Moejoe]

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[Godzil]

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[Moejoe]

EeePC T91

[Katti's Cat]

Nup, nothing

[montsnmags]

Here we go:

http://www.bom.gov.au/products/IDG00073.shtml

Mmm, weather maps.

[Verencat]

The Compression Stroke
1 The piston moves back up, compressing the fuel/air mixture into a tiny space between the top of the piston and the top of the cylinder. This space is called the combustion chamber. It also happens to be where the spark-plug electrode end enters the cylinder. The fuel/air mixture is compressed into about 1/10 the space it occupied before the piston moved up, and this 10:1 compression ratio increases the pressure in the combustion chamber to about 200 psi (pounds per square inch). Normal air pressure is 15 psi. The reason this is necessary is that compression will make the explosion much more intense than it would have been if the fuel/air mixture had been allowed to spread out. So, when the compressed mixture is ignited, the pressure will increase another four times, creating a heck of a lot of power when it explodes!
2 At this point, the intake valve has closed, so the compressed mixture can't go out. Both the intake and exhaust valves have seals to ensure that nothing can get past them when they are closed.

The Power Stroke
1 The spark plug produces a spark across the gap between its electrodes, which ignites the compressed fuel/air mixture.
2 The burning fuel/air mixture explodes, creating intense pressure that forces the piston down again. The power that pushed the piston down is transmitted, via the connecting rod, to the crankshaft. It then travels, via the drive train, through the clutch, the transmission, the driveshaft, to the differential, and so on to the wheels.

The Exhaust Stroke
1 The piston moves up again, pushing the burned gases up with it.
2 The exhaust valve opens and lets the burned gases out into the exhaust manifold.
3 From there, they travel through the exhaust system (which, on newer cars, includes antipollution devices), through the muffler and out the tail pipe into the air.

This is the last of the homeworks I have on Engines. I've been working on such texts for three weeks and I still get mixed up between the crankshaft and the camshaft. (first stoke missing from the clipboard because I already translated it)
Ya'll lucky the homework for my other class was not on there... Constitutional Law (cue scary music)