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I wonder if I could get back delivered to my apartment... |
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| Frank Gaffney |
Unfortunately, the cyber threat to 'the grid' is only one means of eviscerating the soft underbelly of American society. Another which has been getting increasing attention could be delivered via the kind of nuclear-armed ballistic missile that Iran and North Korea have been developing: a strategic electro-magnetic pulse attack. |
| Lady Gaga |
I was very depressed when I was 19... I would go back to my apartment every day and I would just sit there. It was quiet and it was lonely. It was still. It was just my piano and myself. I had a television and I would leave it on all the time just to feel like somebody was hanging out with me. |
| Jillian Bach |
The challenging thing is that we go home after doing the run-through and the writers stay there working, so sometimes I get script changes delivered to me at midnight. It's constantly shifting. |
| Anna Camp |
I've been acting since second grade, and I just remember when I first moved to New York and I was living in Washington Heights with three other actors in this tiny apartment and busting my butt to get to the subway, walking to, like, five auditions in a day. |
| Marvin Hamlisch |
I started studying music at the age of five and a half. My older sister was taking piano lessons. When her teacher left our apartment, I would get up on the piano bench and start picking out the notes that were part of my sister's lessons. |
| Chimamanda Ngozi Adichie |
If I were not African, I wonder whether it would be clear to me that Africa is a place where the people do not need limp gifts of fish but sturdy fishing rods and fair access to the pond. I wonder whether I would realize that while African nations have a failure of leadership, they also have dynamic people with agency and voices. |
| Harry S Truman |
I remember when I first came to Washington. For the first six months you wonder how the hell you ever got here. For the next six months you wonder how the hell the rest of them ever got here. |
| Jonathan Swift |
I never wonder to see men wicked, but I often wonder to see them not ashamed. |
| Edy Ganem |
Thinking of that movie 'The Artist'; if anyone ever needed to reach anyone, I'm just thinking they didn't have cell phones, they didn't have Internet, they didn't have email, so I always wonder how it was back then where you had to be home if you needed to get a phone call; otherwise, people couldn't get a hold of you. |
| Alan Watts |
So the bodhisattva saves all beings, not by preaching sermons to them, but by showing them that they are delivered, they are liberated, by the act of not being able to stop changing. |
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I had a dream that someone from the leasing office told me that my apartment was ready and that I had to move to a lame apartment on the first floor and I was like "why? I just moved into this apartment a month ago..."
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I had a dream that I was in an apartment building. It would have been what we call "post-apocalypse", but in my view it is more of a gradual thing, so I feel we should really be more specific. It seemed to be post-capitalism, but before any system could replace the main functions of capitalism, so there were apartment buildings but no landlords. They were rundown. No places to buy food. Lots of violent crime. The apartment I was in looked really nice. It was like a nice secret hideout in a dystopian landscape. I had a roommate and I came out into the central room when I heard someone shouting loudly. Someone had gotten into the apartment and had a huge knife. They were trying to rob us or kill us and we were backing away toward the window. If we had to jump we'd probably die too. Then I woke up.
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I had a dream that I moved into a tiny apartment downtown and my friends stopped hanging out with me and none of the doors or windows in my apartment shut all the way and it was weird and uncomfortable.
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I had a dream that I was in my friends new apartment and it was all dark and dank. We went up a couple floors of stairs and into his apartment and then I kept opening doors and going down dark hallways and the apartment just kept going deeper into the building. Eventually, I ended up underground in some secret tunnels and I saw giant robots and I was sneaking around trying to find a way out. I ended up running into some glass room that was really bright and filled with huge machines. A robot ran in and I think was trying to kill me and I woke up. Then I had another dream that I was in some building that kept changing shapes and ran into some person I used to know.
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I had a dream where I was leading a group of people that I think I had known a long time ago to an apartment where some relative of mine lived. I think they wanted to kill my relative for some reason and they didn't know I was related to this person so I was pretending to be on the group's side. I knew that if I stopped leading this group to my relatives apartment they'd attack me too. So I led them almost to the apartment but then I had a chance to disappear when they weren't looking so I ran into some random building and I found a way to climb up the wall. I was trying to get into a corner and hide and wait until they all disappeared. Some military-looking vehicle passed by and people shined lights in the windows but no one could see me because I was high enough up.
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There are few things as exciting as getting fajitas delivered to your house.
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I had a dream that my apartment was huge. It had tunnels with no windows that were all still on the second floor, just like my apartment. There seemed to be a whole school in there after you followed one of the tunnels and then there was a room full of tiny lockers stacked to the ceiling, which was maybe 20ft high. There was a fence down the middle of the room and on the other side of the fence there were desks and boxes and other junk. I kept finding nodes with my name on them but most of the writings on the notes were illegible.
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Weird post I found looking for some damn answers: On using webmail we face a queer problem.
On forwarding a mail using webmail, the mail that gets delivered is normally blank.
If anyone has faced such a problem, please advise a solution
Regards
Vipan Sawhney
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I had a dream that I followed some girl into an apartment and I was talking to her and she was saying some things that sounded like English but didn't make any sense. She was going through the fridge and then walked into a bedroom. I followed her and then I realized that she was a robot version of a girl I use to know. For some reason this then made it obvious to me that the not robot version of her also lived in the apartment. Then the dream got weird. I snuck into the other room when it was dark and the real girl and some dude were there. The girl couldn't see me but I kept moving around and making noise enough that the guy thought someone else was in the room, but the girl didn't notice. It was like I was purposely trying to freak out this guy. Eventually they both realized someone was there and I ran away. They didn't find me.
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I also was shopping for an apartment or something.
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