November 30, 2006
Yukon meteorite contains conditions for supporting life. Unlike the rest of the Yukon. [Original finding-story here, with itsy-bitsy video.]
So, is that chunk in the picture still frozen? The comment at the end was a bit confusing. Nonetheless, very interesting.
The ghost of Pierre Berton smirks and raises an eyebrow at you, Capt.
*harrumphs*
Perhaps these are like little condos arriving on earth...
Great. Management prolly has the same old rules:
* no internal changes to unit or changes to common areas without written consent of management.
* carpeting on various types of floors to reduce sound transmission, or
restrictions against hardwood floors
* no barbequing on balconies and no enclosing of balconies
* no satellite dishes or antennae
* no parking of commercial or recreational vehicles
* use of elevators for moving sometimes have restrictive hours, require reservations and/or security deposits. IF YOU ARE PURCHASING A CONDOMINIUM WHERE AN ELEVATOR or a LOADING AREA must be used for your move, contact the management office as soon as possible to book your moving date
* no office business or commercial uses within condominium units
* pet restrictions
* types and colour of window coverings, (usually white or off-white) as can be seen from exterior of building
* plantings and other uses of exterior patios
* unit owner's liability for damaged exterior doors, including garage doors and/or added items such as central air, fireplaces, etc.(particularly in townhouses)
* noise generated by musical instruments
* Short term rental restrictions and other tenancy requirements
Not to mention overpriced, no doubt.
The Wildfire team has been notified.
But isn't this how you'd imagine the devastating killer space virus would be first mentioned, in a < 200 word article from AdelaideNow, dug out by homunculus on a wet Tuesday in September?
Nice reading you, monkeys. So long.
*runs into underground bunker, closes radiation- and zombie-proof door with big, ominous KLANG*
Aw, you guys, it's OK - it's just my real Dad come to pick me up.
And I for one welcome our new TUM Pater overlord.
Now I really miss MoneyJane. She was building a bunker!
Now I really miss MoneyJane. She was building a bunker!
Would you bonk her in a bunker?
Playing cribbage would you skunk her?
Overcoated would you shock her
or merely Peter Faulk her
I ask because I miss her
wit that smacked one in the kisser.
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