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The Doors Good game and a nice idea for an ending... SFW

You can download a program called PDF2Word that'll do it for you. The demo software will only do the first 5 pages of a document and has a couple of minor issues with Watermarks and stuff, but other than that it works great for a freebie! I think the full version is abuot $30 IIRC... Hope this helps. Downloadable from here.

Agreed. It'd be interesting to hear the rationalisation behind this. There is nothing mentioned on the website. If we don't get a reduction in costs, then why reduce the cover?

I'd add that its worth trying it on the ground - get into a rig and video yourself trying this procedure with a friend holding your bridle up... Takes longer than you might think Pull, safety count, thinking time to do a different EP etc... I wasn't comfortable with the amount of time it took me to perform an unfamiliar EP... Added to the problem that your cypres might fire as you're reaching behind you entangling your arm & reserve. People need to think very, very carefully about having multiple EPs when they are relatively inexperienced IMO.

See Rule 13 of the Man Club, reproduced below... 1.) It is ok for a Man to cry under the following circumstances: - When a heroic dog dies to save its master. - The moment Angelina Jolie starts unbuttoning her blouse. - After wrecking your boss' car. - One hour, 12 minutes, 37 seconds into "The Crying Game". - When she is using her teeth. 2.) Any Man who brings a camera to a bachelor party may be legally killed and eaten by his friends. 3.) Unless he murdered someone in your family, you must bail a friend out of jail within 12 hours. 4.) If you've known a Man for more than 24 hours, his sister is off limits forever, unless you actually marry her. 5.) Moaning about the brand of free beer in a friend's fridge is forbidden. Complain at will if the temperature is unsuitable. 6.) No Man shall ever be required to buy a birthday present for another Man. In fact, even remembering your friend's birthday is strictly optional. 7.) On a road trip, the strongest bladder determines pit stops, not the weakest. 8.) When stumbling upon other men watching a sporting event, you may ask the score of the game in progress, but you may never ask who's playing. 9.) It is permissible to drink a fruity alcopop drink only when you're sunning on a tropical beach... and it's delivered by a topless supermodel...and it's free. 10.) Only in situations of moral and/or physical peril are you allowed to kick another Man in the nuts. 11.) Unless you're in prison, never fight naked. 12.) Friends don't let friends wear Speedos. Ever. Issue closed. 13.) If a Man's fly is down, that's his problem, you didn't see anything. 14.) Women who claim they "love to watch sports" must be treated as spies until they demonstrate knowledge of the game and the ability to drink as much as the other sports watchers. 15.) A Man in the company of a hot, suggestively dressed woman must remain sober enough to fight. 16.) Never hesitate to reach for the last beer or the last slice of pizza, but not both - that's just mean. 17.) If you compliment a Man on his six-pack, you'd better be talking about his choice of beer. 18.) Never join your girlfriend or wife in discussing a friend of yours, except if she's withholding sex pending your response. 19.) Phrases that may NOT be uttered to another Man while lifting weights: - Yeah, Baby, Push it! - C'mon, give me one more! Harder! - Another set and we can hit the showers! 20.) Never talk to a Man in a bathroom unless you are on equal footing: i.e. Both urinating, both waiting in line, etc. For all other situations, an almost imperceptible nod is all the conversation you need. 21.) Never allow a telephone conversation with a woman to go on longer than you are able to have sex with her. Keep a stopwatch by the phone. Hang up if necessary. 22.) The morning after you and a girl who was formerly "just a friend" have carnal drunken monkey sex, the fact that you're feeling weird and guilty is no reason not to nail her again before the discussion about what a big mistake it was. 23.) There is no reason for guys to watch Men's Ice Skating or Men's Gymnastics. Ever. 24.) When you are queried by a buddy's wife, girlfriend, mother, father, priest, shrink, dentist, accountant, or dog walker, you need not and should not provide any useful information whatsoever as to his whereabouts. You are permitted to deny his very existence. 25.) You may exaggerate any anecdote told in a bar by 50 percent without recrimination; beyond that, anyone within earshot is allowed to call 'BULLSHIT!'. Exception: When trying to pick up a girl, the allowable exaggeration rate rises to 400 percent. 26.) The minimum amount of time you have to wait for another guy who's running late is 5 minutes. For a girl, you are required to wait 10 minutes for every point of hotness she scores on the classic 1-10 babe scale. 27.) Agreeing to distract the ugly friend of a hot babe that your buddy is trying to hook up with is your legal duty. Should you get carried away with your good deed and end up having sex with the beast, your pal is forbidden to speak of it, even at your bachelor party. 28.) Before dating a buddy's "ex", you are required to ask his permission and he in return is required to grant it. 29.) The universal compensation for buddies who help you move is beer. 30.) A Man must never own a cat or like his girlfriend's cat. 31.) When your girlfriend/wife expresses a desire to fix her whiney friend up with your pal, you may give her the go-ahead only if you'll be able to warn your buddy and give him time to prepare excuses about joining the priesthood. 32.) If a buddy is out-numbered, out-Manned, or too drunk to fight, you must jump into the fight. Exception: If within the last 24 hours his actions have caused you to think, "What this guy needs is a good ass-whoopin.", then you may sit back and enjoy. 33.) If a buddy is already singing along to a song in the car, you may not join him...too gay. 34.) Under no circumstances may two men share an umbrella. 35.) When a buddy is trying to hook up, you may sabotage him only in a manner that gives you no chance of hooking up either. 36.) Before allowing a drunken friend to cheat on his girl, you must attempt one intervention. If he is able to get on his feet, look you in the eye, and deliver a "FUCK OFF!" You are absolved of your of responsibility. 37.) Never, EVER slap or smack another Man. Argument with these rules instantly revokes your identity as a man. You’re no longer a man and you’re out of the man club.

Bill Gates and the CD of Power Recently one of my friends, a computer wizard, paid me a visit. I mentioned that I had recently installed Windows on my PC, told him how happy I was with this operating system and showed him the Windows CD. To my astonishment and distress he threw it into my micro-wave oven and turned it on. I was upset because the CD had become precious to me, but he said "Do not worry, it is unharmed." After a few minutes he took the CD out, gave it to me and said "Take a close look at it." To my surprise the CD was quite cold and it seemed to have become thicker and heavier than before. At first I could not see anything, but on the inner edge of the central hole I saw an inscription, in lines finer than anything I have ever seen before. The inscription shone piercingly bright, and yet remote, as if out of a great depth. 4F6E65204F5320746F2072756C65207468656D20616C6C2C204F6E65204F5320746F 2066696E64207468656D2C0D0A4F6E65204F5320746F206272696E67207468656D20 616C6C20616E6420696E20746865206461726B6E6573732062696E64207468656D "I cannot read the fiery letters," I said. "No," he said, "but I can. The letters are Hex, of an ancient mode, but the language is that of Microsoft, which I shall not utter here. But in common English this is what it says" "One OS to rule them all, One OS to find them One OS to bring them all and in the darkness bind them." Nothing more (with appologies to 'The Raven' by Edgar Allan Poe) Once upon a midnight dreary, fingers cramped and vision bleary, System manuals piled high and wasted paper on the floor, Longing for the warmth of bedsheets, Still I sat there, doing spreadsheets: Having reached the bottom line, I took a floppy from the drawer. Typing with a steady hand, I then invoked the SAVE command and waited for the disk to store, Only this and nothing more. Deep into the monitor peering, long I sat there wond'ring, fearing, Doubting, while the disk kept churning, turning yet to churn some more. "Save!" I said, "You cursed mother! Save my data from before!" One thing did the phosphors answer, only this and nothing more, Just, "Abort, Retry, Ignore?" Was this some occult illusion? Some maniacal intrusion? These were choices undesired, ones I'd never faced before. Carefully, I weighed the choices as the disk made impish noises. The cursor flashed, insistent, waiting, baiting me to type some more. Clearly I must press a key, choosing one and nothing more, From Choose "Abort, Retry, Ignore?" With my fingers pale and trembling Slowly toward the keyboard bending, Longing for a happy ending, hoping all would be restored, Praying for some guarantee Timidly I pressed a key. But on the screen there still persisted words appearing as before. Ghastly grim they blinked and taunted, haunted, as my patience wore, Saying "Abort, Retry, Ignore?" I tried to catch the chips off-guard -- I pressed again, but twice as hard. I pleaded with the cursed machine: I begged and cried and then I swore. Now in desperation, trying random combinations, Still there came the incantation, just as senseless as before. Cursor blinking, angrily winking, blinking nonsense as before. Reading, "Abort, Retry, Ignore?" There I sat, distraught, exhausted by my own machine, accosted Getting up I turned away and paced across the office floor. And then I saw dreadful sight: a lightning bolt cut through the night. A gasp of horror overtook me, shook me to my core. The lightning zapped my previous data, lost and gone forevermore. Not even, "Abort, Retry, Ignore?" To this day I do not know The place to which lost data goes. What demonic nether world is wrought where data will be stored, Beyond the reach of mortal souls, beyond the ether, into black holes? But sure as there's C, Pascal, Lotus, Ashton-Tate and more, You will one day be left to wander, lost on some Plutonian shore, Pleading, "Abort, Retry, Ignore?" ------------------------------------------------------------------ both shamelessly stolen from annoyances.org

and his second duty would be to take remedial English to brush up on his spelling...

!!!! Breathe..... and on that day, Satan will skate to work!

Welcome Turtlespeed by Sangiro

Reading that hurts my brain....

I blame peer pressure! Everyone else is annoying so I have to be too!

That Royal Mail can't deliver anything without losing or breaking it!

Can you have influenced the selection criteria or other valiables in any way? Do you interact with the samples you are studying or have any control over who / how people present? If so, then it could well be some form of expectancy effect. If there is no interaction however, a derth of samples fitting your parameters for acceptance could simply be coincidence or poorly chosen parameters. Typically an expectancy effect would be seen further down the line than you are describing (presumably at what standard treatment you see) rather than in data collection period. You might just be being unlucky at the moment... I'm going to pass this on to a mate who'll know for sure.

obviously you're just too old and out of touch grandpa!

You are afraid of love? Scary - Evil - Love? Clown love... yeah OK. that's pretty f*cked up right there....

You are afraid of love? Scary - Evil - Love? Clown love...

Turtle's all shell... no bite at all

he's still online... .... Any mods available to block his IP? Dear Solange...

an inch? that's some serious lengthening! If you had to lengthen the loop that much then I wouldn't be surprised if a tight pin caused a hesitation sub terminal. Of course, make sure you've not made it too loose!

Some good advice there, but I'd make this one a lot clearer - 'Get Home Syndrome' has injured more than one jumper because they knew they were going to land in the pit when they took off and stuck with it...

It's nice to see some quality workmanship, but WTF is that second knife for!???

Take the test "You are Farouk Bello. You are Executive Director of Commercial Bank of Africa. Your client was in a car accident along the shagamu express road. You can't find his relatives so you want to share his $25.4 million with me. You require my positive response."

I did think that some sort of IF, THEN program would do it, but I have a) neither the skill nor time to write such a program, or b) a spare machine to act as a secure relay server or knowledge of how to set one up! Thanks for the idea though! EDIT: It may be worth saying that we don't run our own mail server.