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im using chrome on my work laptop. i have no clue, i am not pressing submit twice or anything like that i dont think. certainly not hitting it again cuz i dont think it posts or nothing. maybe i refresh the page or something |
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| cauz |
April 5, 2017, 9:35 p.m. |
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| Mike Davidson |
We reduced the size of our front page code by about 50%, and by using absolute positioning, we are able to display important parts of the page before other parts may have fully loaded yet. |
| Jill Abramson |
I've pretty much stopped using a laptop because I'm not line-editing a lot of things anymore. |
| Roger Daltrey |
I don't think you should ever say, 'This is the last time'. Music isn't like that. You'll be sitting there not wishing to get onto a stage again for maybe two, three, four, five months, or maybe a year, then suddenly you'll wake up and feel like you've got to do it again. It's in the blood, and I never say never. |
| Yogi Berra |
I never blame myself when I'm not hitting. I just blame the bat and if it keeps up, I change bats. After all, if I know it isn't my fault that I'm not hitting, how can I get mad at myself? |
| C. S. Lewis |
Failures, repeated failures, are finger posts on the road to achievement. One fails forward toward success. |
| Carson Daly |
I do California casual a little bit better than really small European cut, tight apparel But I can rock some Gucci when I need to. I say this as I'm wearing Adidas sweatpants and a ten-year-old Chrome Hearts T-shirt. |
| Dusty Baker |
I love sharing my knowledge of hitting with others. Now coaches and players at all levels can learn my systematic approach to hitting a baseball with more consistency, mental strength and accuracy. |
| Ralph Marston |
Rest when you're weary. Refresh and renew yourself, your body, your mind, your spirit. Then get back to work. |
| James Garner |
When I started working, I didn't have a clue what I was doing, in that I was just wandering around, hoping that I could succeed. Then after I got a little under my belt, it took me about 25 years to feel like I knew what I was doing. |
| Samuel Daniel |
Beauty, sweet love, is like the morning dew, Whose short refresh upon tender green, Cheers for a time, but till the sun doth show And straight is gone, as it had never been. |
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