Didn't you ask CinO the same question?

(Oh, and I have no idea.)

The PPV game tonight is being broadcast on TVU. Are we going anywhere to watch or should I just stay home?

Thanks Albert.

And WebCT sucks just as bad as IE.

From WebCT:

Internet Explorer 7.0 Advisory
October 19, 2006 17:00
Microsoft released Internet Explorer (IE) 7.0 today (October 19, 2006). At this time, IE 7.0 is NOT supported for use with the U of A version of WebCT Vista. We have been informed that updates will be available shortly that will allow WebCT Vista to support IE 7.0. At that time, we will also receive recommended IE 7.0 configuration settings. AICT E-Learning Services recommends that you refrain from using IE 7.0 to access WebCT Vista until the updates and configuration settings are released. Although it is anticipated that Microsoft may include IE 7.0 as a critical update via Microsoft's Windows Update service sometime this month, we understand that IE 7.0 will NOT be a mandatory update. We STRONGLY advise our users to refrain from installing IE 7.0 until further notice.

Beck, I found out what those damn Japanese Rube-Goldberg machines are all about.
They are a part of a educational show. That phrase they keep on repeating is a crude transliteration in Japanese of Pythagorean Switch, the name of the show.

Olbermann clears up the "Stay the Course" idea.

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.

THIS IS LIKE A DANNY P / TOM LORE JOINT:

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