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Thanks a lot, Allan, that actually scared the crap out of me.

Update: Oh wow, there’s more.

Update 2: Wow, the app’s actual icon (TextMate.app/Contents/Resources/TextMate.icns) changed itself:

The habit of leaving so-called “courtesy tabs” at the ends of rolls and strips of tape is rarely practiced. I’d like to change that. It’s not a tricky maneuver: Just fold a little bit of tape back on itself before you apply it (or let it fall back on the roll). I’ve documented the “triangular^* fold” in case you want to see how the pros (and semi-pros) do it. (Sorry for the meager visual aid; I had a Post-It™ on my desk, and that was about it. I’ll complain to the propmaster.)

Democratic leaders and financial donors dodged his calls. The news media cast him as an underfunded also-ran. By his own admission, Bell was almost ready to give up in late June. Steen said the fight to keep hope alive was bitter.

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Then Bell made an impressive showing in the only gubernatorial debate of the fall, followed by a $1 million campaign donation from Houston trial lawyer John O’Quinn with a promise of more. Bell’s campaign got a new burst of life with television advertising that moved beyond cable.

Redditors: Go do your civic duty and upvote a few non-spam articles right now. Don’t let a decent article die because a misanthrope or spambot automatically downvoted it!

E has taken a break from grading papers to grading TV shows, and notes that The Class has room for improvement. TV comedy writers (including ninja experts and former receptionists), take heed.

Step two would be to please GOD let the Kat and Ethan relationship remain platonic. Men and women can be friends, really they can! We don’t need the When Harry Met Sally replay.

Sadly, the rebuttal is natural:

Harry: Doesn’t matter, because the sex thing is already out there so the friendship is ultimately doomed and that is the end of the story.

from the Weather Underground

The recipe said “keep the steaks warm after cooking.” So we placed a casserole on top of an extremely low flame, ready for the meat when it came out of the pan.

A few minutes later we were greeted with an impossibly loud BANG, and several hundred tiny blocks of blue Pyrex™ scattered around the kitchen. The casserole dish had diced itself from the heat.

Our entire kitchen—the floors, countertops, mixing cups—looked a bit like the bottom half-inch of an aquarium, filled with decorative blue glass pellets. (Sorry, no photos of that; we had to clean quickly to avoid spoiling the meal.)