Zb2.us Review:Best Cheap Medical Supplies & Equipment Health & Personal Care Reviews, Coupon Promo Codes - Cheap Best Medical Supplies & Equipment Health & Personal Care Reviews, Coupon Promo Codes, discount code, Reduced, Sale.
Country: Europe, ,
I've been using H&R Block tax software for about 8 years now and have been consistently happy with the results. It works great for my family's returns, including my small consulting business. I definitely would have missed some of the allowable deductions without the software to guide me, and I find the software easy to use. I've prepared my own returns as well as returns for friends and family members with no major problems.
THE PUZZLE IN THIS ESSAY -- HOW CAN YOU TELL IT WAS NOT WRITTEN BY A REAL PARANOID, (well, I'm not really paranoid, most of the time...)
. (Answer at the end)
I COULD NOT UNDERSTAND THE PREFACE PAGES IN THIS BOOK, ("A Million Random Digits With 100,000 Normal Deviates"), which made me feel more inadequate than usual, (Not an easy thing to do!) So I went right to the text -- all those numbers! -- and discovered some interesting things -- both good and bad.
It was nice looking at all those numbers, which -- I think -- were typed in either Pica or Elite typeface. Not a fancy, modern, "proportional", computer-based typeface, wherein an "m" takes up more space than an "i". No, siree! EACH digit takes up EXACTLY the same amount of space, (a "1" taking up the same amount of space as an "8"!) -- just like in the good old days, when everyone had typewriters, (with cents signs, and "1/2" and "1/4" keys, and the ability to "x" out letters, but still be able to discern what those letters are, if one looks very closely! And no-one had ever heard of a "computer", unless they meant those refrigerator-sized machines in the basements of big business buildings. Oh, yes -- that type of "un-proportional" typeface still exists, (a prime example is the typeface one sees when one writes reviews for Amazon in this, the "draft" mode) -- but proportional type seems to have now taken over about 95% of all typefaces used, and it is really a pity because non-proportional typefaces are SO much easier to read! (Xerox went to heroic measures, to produce quite artistic looking proportional-space daisy wheels for its typewriters in the late 1980s, (I think it was the late 1980s, anyway) -- with such beautiful standouts as "Bookface Academic",(PICA) "Delegate", (PICA), and "Adjutant", (a smaller, ELITE-sized version of "Delegate"), fixed forever in my memory. In the book, "Power", Michael Korda recommends the use of "Bookface Academic" type, exclusively. (Or as he put it, "period".) I, however, fell in love with the lovely "Delegate" typestyle, and its ingeniously-made-smaller lookalike, "Adjutant". (I never bought a Xerox typewriter -- but I DID get their wonderful catalogue, which listed examples of every single typeface available!) Rand -- later Remington-Rand, ALSO had beautiful typewriters with non-proportional typewheels, but their selection was no-where as extensive as Xerox's, to my knowledge, anyway. But...those were the days!
Anyway, a small sample of such wonderfully nostalgic, non-proportional typeface, can be seen in all of the one million digits,
(and probably also the 100,000 Normal Deviates), in this book. The digits are all lined up in groups of 5 across, and five columns down, with two groups of these together, and 30 such groups, altogether on each page. (This does not take into account the five numbers, in five groups, of SINGLE columns, listed, (somehow quite ominously to me)at the extreme left of each group of two-columned numbers. The thus-filled pages present an interesting pattern....reminding me, benignly and serenely, of a layout for a new Scottish tartan, perhaps, or....(yikes!), NOT so benignly OR serenly, maybe of, and with, each group of two columns representing a miniature "Twin Towers" of the as-yet-to-be-built, (and probably as-yet-to-enter-into-anyone's-mind-TO-build), New York World Trade Center? (Double yikes -- could all those numbers really NOT be so random after all?) A code? A conspiracy code built into this very book? Why not -- stranger things have happened! Yes, I do definitely suspect that the broken yellow line I see on the highway, every time I go to work, is NOT the only "secret code" out there, so cleverly planted by corrupt US government officials, or the hidden forces of the Ayatolla Khomeni, (oops, he's dead...I mean Osama Bin Laden, of course....or do I? Maybe it's both of them?) each working separately, (or maybe...triple yikes!...Together???? !) to steal my remmaining freedoms from me?
And -- what about that confusing phrase, "Normal Deviates"? This, I am becoming surer by the minute, was put in there to TOTALLY confuse regular people like myself even further. WE are the normal ones -- not the "deviates"! Aren't we? I mean, I've been getting this stuff that I'm not normal, since the 1960s, when it was considered "normal" for people in my generation to wear jeans and/or long, shapeless dresses, have sex outside of marriage, never even ever dream of even getting married, smoke or shoot drugs endlessly, think their parents awful people, (even when they weren't awful people), never want to rise in society, and attend "fesitvals" of loud, racucus rock and folk music. These were the "deviates" of society, and they were THEN considered, well -- if not exactly normal, at least the "usual" rebellious generation. Only I never fit into that category. I spent my days wondering how Prince Charles and Princess Anne were reacting to "our" generation,and listening to CLASSICAL music, and being fascinated by the stock market and investing, and dreaming of a handsome businessman, (perhaps with royal or noble blood!), coming to marry me! Was I then, "normal"? Or was I the "deviate" one. I never knew....but I was very proud, (and still am), that I do not own one single pair of jeans! : ) And now, I come upon the phrase "normal deviate" in this book -- published as late as 2002! Oh dear -- is the day coming that "Big Brother Government" will FORCE me to buy myself a pair of jeans? : o
There IS a secret code in this book -- maybe more than one! -- I just KNOW it! (The "Rand" Corporation -- "RANDom" numbers? Ah-ha! A connection! I just KNEW it!) I just HAVE to save up to buy that last copy before it's too late! I don't think I'm bright enough to discover it all by myself -- but are there any other freedom-loving
paranoids out there who would want to help me? Who's the normal one now, I ask! Onward, onward, friends against the foe! Onward, onward, from here to Kokomo! (That IS how the song goes, doesn't it?) Harold Stassen -- you WILL be President of the USA, yet, if WE have anything to say about it! On, no -- Help! HELP! The Klingons
are attacking!!!!! (Yes -- the KLINGONS are the bad guys, NOT the Romulans...and this present attack PROVES it!) And....what's this? The 'klee/zant/soong', from "Alien Nation-The Series", are coming too! Coming to enslave us....can't you see them?
ANSWER TO THE QUESTION: HOW DO YOU KNOW THIS WAS NOT WRITTEN BY A REAL PARANOID?
.....Because, truly paranoid people do NOT call themselves paranoid!
I have tried for so long to find the perfect fitting shoe. I went to the Fit2Run store and they sold me what were supposed to be the perfect fit. An insert combined with a Brooks running shoe. I have a wide foot and also need arch support. They were OK, but not great and certain toes were pressed on. Then I ordered this Mizuno, and this shoe along with the inserts are the perfect fit.
I cannot wait to get this shirt in the mail!
I am an average looking gay dude who likes to "take the dirty road home" if you know what I mean. And the shirt screams GET UP ON THIS!
I think, once I get my T Shirt, Operation Slut 2013 is an order. I am going to turn my duplex from a house to a hot dog cart when I sport this shirt.
Bark at the Moon? I think not. Howl at the moon is more like it.
To the Editor: For the life of me I cannot understand how a product, so trivial and of such little consequence as a gallon of Tuscan whole milk, could elicit such passion in your readership. For nearly seven years I have been a subscriber to _Tales of Passion and Hastily Ripped Bodices_ and have devoured the stories and essays contained therein. I have enjoyed the Margaret Greenwald series of Love in the time of Bubonic Plague. Her writing brings both teen-aged passion and Medieval Europe to life in ways I could never have imagined. I remember cozying up next to a raging fire one mid-winter's eve and losing myself in Alice VonHuntergassen's "The Tear Stained Moccassin." How a rough and savage Red Man could act so tenderly --raising the child of a white family killed by a Navajo raiding party, then marrying her when she comes of age-- is a tale to be remembered for the ages. I passed many a lonely evening in the company of Helen Chernhoff's numerous tales of Eskimo romance (though I do feel that her many "totem pole" double-entendres did on occasion exceed the limits of good taste). And I could go on and on like this, describing the wonderful stories that fill your magazine's pages and have provided a distraction on lonely nights and long plane rides. But my enjoyment has very nearly come undone as of late. You readership's obsessive need to pen Letters to the Editor on the wholly irrelevant subject of Tuscan Whole Milk has nearly sapped your magazine of all its pleasure for me. For two long years it seems your Letters page has been overtaken and dominated nearly to exclusion by paeans to this vulgar and wholly unremarkable substance. Oh yes, I do realize that it is silky in its texture, unblemished in the purity of its color and that its delicate flavor brings back fond memories of childhood and mother's cradling comforts in many who read this journal. I realize that in some people the mere smell of a glass of warm milk is enough to elicit a cackle of uproarious laughter, a hush of stunned remembrance, or a single solitary tear, coursing haphazardly down a trembling cheek, leathery and wrinkled by time's merciless hand. But I would remind your readers: it is still just a gallon of milk. Simple. Trivial. Unremarkable. It comes from a cow that was raised on a farm and spends its days eating grass or hay, or some form of commercial cattle feed. It is not "my childhood bottled up" as Mary in Nebraska once wrote. It is not "all of God's wonder poured in a single glass" as Li in San Francisco penned recently. And it is most certainly not "the ethereal clouds of heaven, liquified and presented for the infinite enjoyment of us mortals" as Sue in New York once opined. It's just Milk... a G*d D*mned bottle of whole cow milk. It comes from a teat. It will make you fat if you drink too much of it. It will boil over and leave a mess on your stove if you leave it on the fire too long. Please people. Give it a rest, or I may have to cancel my subscription.