but doesn`t know if he has anything else there or not. Next week we will be looking at another private farm in the Cadet area that shows alot of promise so far, going by what the locals have told us about the property. I am also waiting for word from a...
she had hoped that he was calling out of concern for her. Instead, Karen felt he was calling out of concern for his program. "He was kind of scaring me I think a little bit," she says.
700 in bounties. Not only does it cover theWordPressproject but includesBuddyPress,bbPress,GlotPress,WP-CLI, and all of their associated sites, plusWordCamp.org. Might be a nice little way to contribute to WordPress and make some money on the side....
– really got going with the last two of the main set:BadlandsandThunder Road. And it continued for much of the encore, notablyBorn to Run(of course) andDancing in the Dark(though Jon always boycotts that one, for reasons we still don’t understand!). There were the usual heartfelt t...
last straw unsufferable agonisingUK more ❯ Adjective ▲ Slight or subtle, but nagging or persistent sneaking nagging niggling worrying insidious lingering lurking concerning gnawing persistent unrelenting uneasy slight but persistent hidden hiding
That was the last straw. Her soul burst with the grief and anger she had been trying to hide, spilling out and down her face. She turned and faced him, his own grief compelling him to comfort her. Someone to hold her and tell her everything would be fine that's what she want...
in the full sense of the word, producing both intellectual and emotional excitement, molding magic and rationality, producing healthy hybrids of “escapist entertainment” and “relevancy” that satisfy both the emotions and the mind. The most profound and ...
in the use of Artificial Intelligence (AI) in the creative arts. Okay, buckle up because we’re diving into a techno-utopian wonderland where brushes are made of pixels and word processors have a mind of their own. Not yet convinced this is the revolution we’ve been waiting for?
“Not a word. I kept it painless, just as you requested,” I answered, listening to the splashing feast. Akechi and I first met on a spring morning just like this one at a crumbling seaside town, the kind where the bedsheets feel salty and unwashed. Where the hot springs are hidden ...
I’ll be damned, but I made a reservation for one on Monday. Come Tuesday, I strolled in there and proudly told the flamboyant maitre ‘d who had turned me down those two times before, “reservation for Sonya” and guess what? he showed me right to my seat without a word. Success!