At the bottom of the page, it says: “1/180″… 180 pages of dense legalese. Aside from the sheer humor value, does this constitute an unenforceable shrink-wrap agreement?
Smith didn’t write many stories, but they linger in my mind far more than most. The first one I remember reading was “No, No, Not Rogov!” — I forgot where I read it, or who the author was. “Mother Hitton’s Littul Kittons” was the same — the story burned itself into my memory, but I couldn’t remember where I read it or who it was by.
A couple of years ago the mystery resolved: there’s a book that reprints his complete short works. Some of the titles are so poetic: “The Dead Lady of Clown Town”, “Alpha Ralpha Boulevard”, “Scanners Live in Vain”, “The Colonel Came Back from the Nothing-At-All”.
Gunnerkrigg Court — one of the most beautifully drawn web comics: http://www.gunnerkrigg.com/?p=1159
Pulled my nexus 7 out of my gym bag and opened the cover to find the screen festooned with a thick spiderweb of cracks. The screen lights up with no flaws in the image, but the touch response is gone. I can’t even acknowledge the “OK” to power it off.
The gym bag was just clothes and notebooks, but it was in a place where other people could dump stuff on it. Someone must have hit it hard, or sat on it, or something.
A quick search indicates that there isn’t really a cost-effective way to repair it; has anyone used an old 8G model as a source of spare parts?
“Breastfeeding for all, circumcision for none”.