From Twitter 05-15-2010

• 07:10:40: Sunny Spring mornings are the best.
  
• 12:05:38: @tobiasbuckell The ice cream truck in my neighborhood has played the same music for 20 years, the theme from The Sting.
  
• 18:02:21: @JaneEspenson Yes!!
  

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From Twitter 05-15-2010

• 07:10:40: Sunny Spring mornings are the best.
  
• 12:05:38: @tobiasbuckell The ice cream truck in my neighborhood has played the same music for 20 years, the theme from The Sting.
  
• 18:02:21: @JaneEspenson Yes!!
  

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Game 1

The Hawks spent altogether too much time defending their own net. Niemi had something like 40 saves, and some of them were whoa. But, they won 2-1, and for some strange reason play better on the road this playoff season than they do at home. They're 6-1 on the road. At home, they sometimes go all loopy.

It's going to be a long week.

Game 1

The Hawks spent altogether too much time defending their own net. Niemi had something like 40 saves, and some of them were whoa. But, they won 2-1, and for some strange reason play better on the road this playoff season than they do at home. They're 6-1 on the road. At home, they sometimes go all loopy.

It's going to be a long week.

Spooky spam

One of those chunks of obscure text spam messages:

Title: Nd sat there in a grisly twilight with all

Ering why the other one didn't move on; then he said, in a low voice,
"Why dreamest thou here, good Sir Mar--" then he laid his hand on the corpse's shoulder--and just uttered a little soft moan and sunk down dead.
Killed by a dead man, you see--killed by a dead friend, in
fact. There was something awful about it.

These early birds came scattering along after each other, about one every five minutes in our vicinity, during half an hour. They brought no armor of offense but their swords; as a rule, they carried the sword ready in the hand, and put it forward and found the wires with it. We would now and then

Spooky spam

One of those chunks of obscure text spam messages:

Title: Nd sat there in a grisly twilight with all

Ering why the other one didn't move on; then he said, in a low voice,
"Why dreamest thou here, good Sir Mar--" then he laid his hand on the corpse's shoulder--and just uttered a little soft moan and sunk down dead.
Killed by a dead man, you see--killed by a dead friend, in
fact. There was something awful about it.

These early birds came scattering along after each other, about one every five minutes in our vicinity, during half an hour. They brought no armor of offense but their swords; as a rule, they carried the sword ready in the hand, and put it forward and found the wires with it. We would now and then