However lousy it is to sit in your basement and pretend to be an elf, I can tell you from personal experience it's worse to sit in your basement and try to figure if Ginger or Mary Ann is cuter.
Kun granda bedaŭro venis la informo, ke Don Harlow [1, 2, 3, 4] forpasis hodiaŭ, la 27an de januaro, 2008, pro komplikaĵoj de kancero. Niaj pensoj kaj preĝoj estas kun lia kara edzino Anjo, liaj familianoj, proksimaj amikoj, kaj la multaj samideanoj, kiuj amis lin.
Elkore raportas Filipo Dorcas, nome de Esperanto-USA.
Antaŭ kelkaj jaroj mi renkontis ĉi tiun inteligentan kaj bonkoran homon. Ripozu en paco, Don.
Between bites Isaac gazed up at me in amazement (he was on my lap, and I was delivering the ambrosial forkfuls to his gaping mouth) as if to exclaim, "Your world contains this? From this day forward I shall dedicate my life to it." (Which he basically has done.)
If we find out tomorrow that the universe is made of jello, all we will have learned about morality is that it, like everything else, is ultimately jello-dependent.
Humans are very good at detecting patterns, but rather poor at detecting randomness.
My coauthor Kurt and I finally got our author copies of the book we co-wrote, Beginning Lua Programming.
My girlfriend Cathy and I were in Kalamazoo the weekend before last and she introduced me to Tommy's Goodie Shoppe (map). This store sells Moxie, a soda somewhere in the flavor neighborhood of both root beer and black licorice, with a charmingly strange aftertaste.
Apart from Moxie, I bought some candy and some Goose Island soda, which (like Moxie) is made with cane sugar rather than corn syrup.
- I think they should call it Spookoween.
- Oh, do you now? Why's that?
- Because it's the spookiest time of year, silly!