Mail it to him c/o the ducks organization. Cover the picture in light crude oil and send with it a duck that has lost a wing to a shotgun blast. That'll send the message quite well.

So, with less than three hours before the Oilers face He Who Must Not Be Named for the first time, I need some suggestions. How does a hockey fan maximize karmic return when disposing of the picture of the now-hated former player on his wall?

Good News Day:

I lost my voice about 18 months ago. Permanently. It’s something exotic called Spasmodic Dysphonia. Essentially a part of the brain that controls speech just shuts down in some people, usually after you strain your voice during a bout with allergies (in my case) or some other sort of normal laryngitis. It happens to people in my age bracket.

I asked my doctor – a specialist for this condition – how many people have ever gotten better. Answer: zero. While there’s no cure, painful Botox injections through the front of the neck and into the vocal cords can stop the spasms for a few months. That weakens the muscles that otherwise spasm, but your voice is breathy and weak.

The weirdest part of this phenomenon is that speech is processed in different parts of the brain depending on the context. So people with this problem can often sing but they can’t talk. In my case I could do my normal professional speaking to large crowds but I could barely whisper and grunt off stage.
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But have I mentioned I’m an optimist?

Just because no one has ever gotten better from Spasmodic Dysphonia before doesn’t mean I can’t be the first. So every day for months and months I tried new tricks to regain my voice.
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The day before yesterday, while helping on a homework assignment, I noticed I could speak perfectly in rhyme. Rhyme was a context I hadn’t considered. A poem isn’t singing and it isn’t regular talking. But for some reason the context is just different enough from normal speech that my brain handled it fine.

Jack be nimble, Jack be quick.
Jack jumped over the candlestick.

I repeated it dozens of times, partly because I could. It was effortless, even though it was similar to regular speech. I enjoyed repeating it, hearing the sound of my own voice working almost flawlessly. I longed for that sound, and the memory of normal speech. Perhaps the rhyme took me back to my own childhood too. Or maybe it’s just plain catchy. I enjoyed repeating it more than I should have. Then something happened.

My brain remapped.

My speech returned.

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sweet FUCK YEAH
heyo i'm also filling in for Nik at NRMLS.WLCM on thursday- both this week and next.
next week is sweet cause it's gonna be a VICE MAGAZINE DVD RELEASE PARTY
you guys should come check it.
peace

with twister being so close to the hallowed eve of all is it appropriate to dress up on friday??? hmmm, indeed!!! and so on.

A tribute to the best car to ever come out of Japan!



Just need to save up for 3 years to buy this beast. Or I can just get a house instead.

Yeah, that's the guy. They call him "The Osama bin Laden of the Americas". And the US is stuck with him.



Like 'Reefer Madness', only for filesharing.

Hey Par,

is this (terrorist that is being protected by the USA) the guy we were talking about at Chili's?

paras, the bergie youtube isn't working