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Finding CD KEY from WinME CD :was help with logo.sys
"Laura ( '_' )" wrote:
I am assuming here from what I gathered you are all of a mature age (not old, but past puberty), as, Sugien, you have a wife and children, and the rest, Heather,Ant and Noel type quite elequently. If I am correct in presuming you are all quite intellectual, WHY do you all persist in school-ground behaviour? The petty name-calling and so. I just don't understand why you would revert to this? I am only 19, and I am beginning to think that I have grown up a hell of a lot faster. The year was 1986. The company had reluctantly accepted my resignation, and I had returned home after working my final week of notice. The rent from my two lodgers was more than covering the mortgage of my small but comfortable house. As I sat on the sofa, rolling a joint of the finest Moroccan hashish, I reflected on the past eighteen years of my career. The bizarre ceremony in the director's office, as we witnessed the destruction by his cigarette lighter of the top-secret document in his metal waste-paper bin. The incredulity of the ordnance factory clerk at the thought that someone so young as myself could be the apparent authority for the distribution of their product. The dry heat of the Mediterranean, and the seedy bars of Malta's red-light district. The narrow escape from the riots in Portugal. The contrast of the freezing air of Scandinavia with the warm welcome we received from the people. "A Kind of Blue" gently undulated on the turntable. The mellifluous tones of Miles Davis' muted trumpet wafted through my head. "So what", they whispered; "so what". I lay back and took a long toke. The rest of my life could wait, for this was going to be a most enjoyable sabbatical. How little did I realise that the beginning of my second childhood was just around the corner. |
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Finding CD KEY from WinME CD :was help with logo.sys
"Ant" wrote in message
... "Laura ( '_' )" wrote: I am assuming here from what I gathered you are all of a mature age (not old, but past puberty), as, Sugien, you have a wife and children, and the rest, Heather,Ant and Noel type quite elequently. If I am correct in presuming you are all quite intellectual, WHY do you all persist in school-ground behaviour? The petty name-calling and so. I just don't understand why you would revert to this? I am only 19, and I am beginning to think that I have grown up a hell of a lot faster. The year was 1986. The company had reluctantly accepted my resignation, and I had returned home after working my final week of notice. The rent from my two lodgers was more than covering the mortgage of my small but comfortable house. As I sat on the sofa, rolling a joint of the finest Moroccan hashish, I reflected on the past eighteen years of my career. The bizarre ceremony in the director's office, as we witnessed the destruction by his cigarette lighter of the top-secret document in his metal waste-paper bin. The incredulity of the ordnance factory clerk at the thought that someone so young as myself could be the apparent authority for the distribution of their product. The dry heat of the Mediterranean, and the seedy bars of Malta's red-light district. The narrow escape from the riots in Portugal. The contrast of the freezing air of Scandinavia with the warm welcome we received from the people. "A Kind of Blue" gently undulated on the turntable. The mellifluous tones of Miles Davis' muted trumpet wafted through my head. "So what", they whispered; "so what". I lay back and took a long toke. The rest of my life could wait, for this was going to be a most enjoyable sabbatical. How little did I realise that the beginning of my second childhood was just around the corner. Beautiful! -- Noel Paton (MS-MVP 2002-2006, Windows) Nil Carborundum Illegitemi http://www.crashfixpc.com/millsrpch.htm http://tinyurl.com/6oztj Please read http://dts-l.org/goodpost.htm on how to post messages to NG's |
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Literature .. was much ado about nothing.
I am most impressed!! Excellent, Ant.
Heather "Ant" wrote in message ... The year was 1986. The company had reluctantly accepted my resignation, and I had returned home after working my final week of notice. The rent from my two lodgers was more than covering the mortgage of my small but comfortable house. As I sat on the sofa, rolling a joint of the finest Moroccan hashish, I reflected on the past eighteen years of my career. The bizarre ceremony in the director's office, as we witnessed the destruction by his cigarette lighter of the top-secret document in his metal waste-paper bin. The incredulity of the ordnance factory clerk at the thought that someone so young as myself could be the apparent authority for the distribution of their product. The dry heat of the Mediterranean, and the seedy bars of Malta's red-light district. The narrow escape from the riots in Portugal. The contrast of the freezing air of Scandinavia with the warm welcome we received from the people. "A Kind of Blue" gently undulated on the turntable. The mellifluous tones of Miles Davis' muted trumpet wafted through my head. "So what", they whispered; "so what". I lay back and took a long toke. The rest of my life could wait, for this was going to be a most enjoyable sabbatical. How little did I realise that the beginning of my second childhood was just around the corner. |
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Literature .. was much ado about nothing.
Egyptian's better though!
Shane "Heather" wrote in message ... I am most impressed!! Excellent, Ant. Heather "Ant" wrote in message ... The year was 1986. The company had reluctantly accepted my resignation, and I had returned home after working my final week of notice. The rent from my two lodgers was more than covering the mortgage of my small but comfortable house. As I sat on the sofa, rolling a joint of the finest Moroccan hashish, I reflected on the past eighteen years of my career. The bizarre ceremony in the director's office, as we witnessed the destruction by his cigarette lighter of the top-secret document in his metal waste-paper bin. The incredulity of the ordnance factory clerk at the thought that someone so young as myself could be the apparent authority for the distribution of their product. The dry heat of the Mediterranean, and the seedy bars of Malta's red-light district. The narrow escape from the riots in Portugal. The contrast of the freezing air of Scandinavia with the warm welcome we received from the people. "A Kind of Blue" gently undulated on the turntable. The mellifluous tones of Miles Davis' muted trumpet wafted through my head. "So what", they whispered; "so what". I lay back and took a long toke. The rest of my life could wait, for this was going to be a most enjoyable sabbatical. How little did I realise that the beginning of my second childhood was just around the corner. |
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Finding CD KEY from WinME CD :was help with logo.sys
"Ant" wrote in
: "Laura ( '_' )" wrote: I am assuming here from what I gathered you are all of a mature age (not old, but past puberty), as, Sugien, you have a wife and children, and the rest, Heather,Ant and Noel type quite elequently. If I am correct in presuming you are all quite intellectual, WHY do you all persist in school-ground behaviour? The petty name-calling and so. I just don't understand why you would revert to this? I am only 19, and I am beginning to think that I have grown up a hell of a lot faster. The year was 1986. The company had reluctantly accepted my resignation, and I had returned home after working my final week of notice. The rent from my two lodgers was more than covering the mortgage of my small but comfortable house. As I sat on the sofa, rolling a joint of the finest Moroccan hashish, I reflected on the past eighteen years of my career. The bizarre ceremony in the director's office, as we witnessed the destruction by his cigarette lighter of the top-secret document in his metal waste-paper bin. The incredulity of the ordnance factory clerk at the thought that someone so young as myself could be the apparent authority for the distribution of their product. The dry heat of the Mediterranean, and the seedy bars of Malta's red-light district. The narrow escape from the riots in Portugal. The contrast of the freezing air of Scandinavia with the warm welcome we received from the people. "A Kind of Blue" gently undulated on the turntable. The mellifluous tones of Miles Davis' muted trumpet wafted through my head. "So what", they whispered; "so what". I lay back and took a long toke. The rest of my life could wait, for this was going to be a most enjoyable sabbatical. How little did I realise that the beginning of my second childhood was just around the corner. And as a muxician, just to other musicians, the secret of "So What" is so simple it's asrounding. Just floored me when I learned it, -- "Time will bring to light whatever is hidden; it will cover up and conceal what is now shining in splendor." Horace (65 - 8 BC); Roman poet. Mike |
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