The salmon was rubbed with canola oil, cracked pepper and salt and was then brushed with a glaze containing brown sugar, dijon mustard, honey, grated ginger root and soy sauce. The asparagus was steamed and mixed with olive oil, lemon juice, salt and pepper. The red potatoes were roasted after being drizzled in olive oil, crushed rosemary and thyme.
'Twas delicious.
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I think someone at CNN has been watching a little too much Spaceballs.
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Sick to death of these calls, I finally did a little research and found some interesting things out. Phone numbers are validated by predictive dialing. Special software dials numbers, at which point one of three things can happen:
1) Someone answers "Hello" and there is a pause, after which the phone call is passed to a live operator. When this happens, your number is added to the list of people who answer
2) An outgoing message on a machine picks up. An operator or automated playback machine leaves a message or the call is dropped. When this happens, your number is added to the list of valid phone numbers
3) A phone number that is disconnected or no longer in service will result in that three-note "doo-doo-doo". The call is dropped and your number is not added to any more lists. Your number is considered invalid.
Who would have thought? Even by letting your machine answer those calls, you're unknowingly perpetuating the scourge that is telemarketing.
The solution? According to Wired Magazine and some other sources, by adding that aforementioned three note sound before your outgoing message. It may be a hassle explaining why that sound is there to your friends and family, but it's almost worth it if it works. Supposedly, you can edit the clip down to just the first note and it will still work.
I'm trying this out next week. Results may take awhile to manifest themselves. Wish me luck. I'll keep you posted.
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I don't talk about Em a lot because I choose not to. She's not all into the myriad uses of the internet except for twice-weekly checking of email and a few other things. She is slowly coming to terms with my rapacious need for an online existence, so long as it doesn't affect our relationship, which is only natural.
I was talking to an old friend on AIM tonight and we got to talking about how in a relationship, the little things are so important, and if those little things still make you happy, that's definitely a good sign.
I love the way she gets all excited when she comes home from work and the way we come up with stupid songs for each other. How when we walk together, it doesn't feel right unless I'm holding her hand. I love that when she is groggy or frightened, a phrase like "Why would you do that? You know I don't like it!" gets shortened to "Why? You know!"
But what really scares me is that for the first time in a long time, I feel free to say anything and everything to her. All my hopes and dreams, my successes and failures; she's always there to listen. I sometimes think that she is too good for me, that I don't deserve her. I know that's not the right way to think about things, but in a twisted way, isn't that what love is all about?
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