Romeo & Juliet.
On my run this morning I saw a duck watching over its dead mate. SO sad. :(
Or maybe the duck’s just hanging out. I don’t know, I’m not a duck scientist.
Starting in Newfoundland, Canada, take a boat 370 miles southeast from the coast. Board a submarine and descend 12,500 feet. Land on the starboard side of the devastating wreckage of the Titanic. Find the second porter door - it should be open - and descend to the third deck. Crossing the hall, go 20 meters to the left. Enter the room. In the corner of the room is a small safe. The combination is 3-2-7-1-9. Open the safe. Congratulations, you just found the only plug in the entire airport… and it’s already being used by some douche to charge his cell phone.
Please read my first article for Splitsider, "Late Night Hosts: Does Anyone Get Out Alive?" Or don't. I'll never know.
Neither snow nor rain nor dishwasher will keep this dog from getting chili.
I am surprised by neither one of these developments.
The Verge: 'Offline: how my creativity got killed' -
“I think it’s because it’s about consumption; you need to find the perfect “content” to show off your sound system. I guess that’s the word I hate the most: “content.” It suggests an empty terabyte on your DVR to fill, 40 hours of evening free time to consume, a distribution pipeline to monetize. At some point, do I consume content, or does it consume me?”
Maybe our music-playing apps are getting a little TOO smart.