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During the weekend, I began a search to find a suitable agent for my memoir, "Polos to Ties." It's fairly ridiculous how many agents are out there, especially ones that still don't have websites. However, I have narrowed the list to 30-40 who I plan to contact. I'll keep you posted as to what I find out from them, in case there's anyone else out there searching to sell the next great novel.
If you're AT&T, and you want to convince the American public that you can be responsible for handling the bulk of broadbrand traffic, cutting out parts of live music might not be your best idea.
But that's exactly what happened during the recent Pearl Jam's "Blue Room" Live Lollapalooza Webcast. The event monitor muted anti-George Bush lyrics, which left fans no option but to listen to a censored version of the concert.
We are inching closer to the pennant chases, and we have already seen Barry Bonds break Hank Aaron's home run record. Still, there's a lot more to solve in the world of baseball right now.
How can some teams spend a ton of money for a cellar-dwelling result? How do other teams build a thrifty team and manage to thrive?
Instead of saying, "Look at this cool thing I found on the Internet!" what if you could say, "Look at this cool thing I made on the Internet!"
On top of that, you don't have to have an extensive history with programming languages, either.
When I read a bad book, I finish it, even if it takes me forever. If I read a good book, I want to keep reading it, as much as possible, until I'm at the ending.
Nomads have wandered through cities during the last two weeks, sold their goods and departed for lands of milk and honey.
They don't leave a trail, but their wares do – usually ashes, perhaps a foul-smelling odor but always a glowing experience.
Fireworks salespeople have rigorous lives. I recently caught up with one such seller, Smokin' Joe Romancandle. What follows is his normal day:
6 a.m. Wakes up, sings the "Star-Spangled Banner," eats a Pop-Tart and brushes his teeth.
By Ava
Once upon a time there was a princess named Ava, and she had sisters named Lily and Clara. Her mom and dad were thinking about a party for her. And then she went outside so her parents couldn't see her.
And then she decided to make a birthday cake for herself. And then there was a monster. That monster almost got her, but it was only a person.
It was one of her sisters. It was Clara. And Lily was a princess, so she went back into the castle, and she started writing. And then there was another thing that she wanted to add to it. Her sister was in the picture.
Wait, I'm not in Paris. But my brother's girlfriend is, and she sent me a postcard with a bunch of websites she has seen while in France. Most of them are pretty interesting, so I figured I'd share them with you.
FRENCH
Besides all the flashing things, it appears this is an electronics store.
This site has fine couches, under a palm tree, nonetheless.
The book is out! The Special Delivery is available directly through me and Amazon.
Raymond and Damon are not typical caimans. Sure, they look like small alligators, and they are fierce - at baking cakes, making paint and selling their great wares at affordable prices. Today is a “special” day for Raymond and Damon. Let’s ride along with them and find out more about their delivery adventure!
Have you ever used a search engine to find medical advice? I have plenty of times. I'm not sure too many people who can read this article haven't used it, whether it be for checking flu symptoms or making sure you don't have the Bubonic Plague.