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Oh, geez, I'm sorry, guys. I didn't realize the autopost thing had actually posted, as it told me there was an error. Everything is cut-tagged or deleted now.
Boy, it's a good thing no one's actually reading this. *dies*
Boy, it's a good thing no one's actually reading this. *dies*
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Re: Your icon: Jack/Martha FTW! I am usually not much of a shipper, but I groove on Jack/Martha.
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I am glad I knew in advance that all of them would post, though. I restrained myself and only did one.
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Hurrah for randomousity!
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The auto-posts are kind of funny, but I'm thinking this feature might qualify for reclassification as a bug.
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I'm afraid I'm not actually sure as to the history of the feature. I just couldn't resist pushing the button. It's a thing.
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I haven't gone to the link specifically because I know I won't be able to resist doing it, and my posts are so long. My auto-post could end up the length of a novel.
But - does it say how it does it? Is it another Markov chain thing? I'm curious, but I know better than to go look, for I cannot resist pushing buttons. (Seriously. Since we've lived in this house, we've had to get two new garage doors. The most recent one was because a motorcyclist crashed into our house during a CHP chase - I don't know how this shit happens to us - but the other was because I looked ruminatively at a large, red bar and thought, I wonder what happens if I pull on that? Nothing good, as it turns out.)
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At work, in the control room, there is a button with a large red plaque that says 'Emergency Building Power Shut Down.' Every time I am down there, I can't stop watching out of the corner of my eye.
I have a much harder time with not taking things apart. When distracted, I sometimes disassemble things without even realizing I'm doing it. Italian charm bracelets were pretty big up here for a while, and one of my friends handed hers to me during a birthday supper. She was rather irate when she turned back to me five minutes later and found it reduced to its component parts. In my own defense, if she didn't want it taken apart, she should have known enough to say so.