 good bye to a favorite series, but I'm glad it ended on a high note for you.
I am so sad it is over!Versionshistorik for "Universal Basic Income Isn t As International A Concept As You Think"
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I was born and raised in Scotland and left for the first time in 2016 to have a 1 year stint in Australia with my wife and daughter. We returned to Scotland in 2017 as my wife was unsettled and homesick. We agreed to return to Australia in 2018 and make a better go of it.

We’ve since been in Australia from January 2018 until April this year when we returned to Scotland for a 3 week holiday.

Ever since I’ve returned I’ve been particularly homesick and it’s not something I’ve felt very much before.

My wife is unsettled too but remarkably she seems to be more settled than I this time. I’m trying to piece it all together and work out why I am so homesick and unsettled this time but I’m struggling.

I had a great visit to Scotland and spent quality time with my parents, uncle, friends and other family. It was a holiday to remember. However I find myself avoiding looking at and organising photos as they are too painful to look at right now.

I’ve also had really bad jetlag since coming back to Australia and had a nasty cold/flu-like thing so that is not helping.

Has anyone else on here had a similar experience?A stunning, four foot diameter crystal chandelier commissioned for Le Marquis Restaurant, Boston in 1985. Le Marquis was the anchor restaurant of the Lafayette Hotel. The chandelier has elements similar to the Waterford patterns Adare and Haddington and is signed Waterford. Three tiers of crystal arms, 27 lights total. All hardware is chrome. Completely rewired and restored. In impeccable condition, ready to install.
Excellent Condition, Ready to Install. Completely rewired and restored. Crystal is in excellent condition and ready to install.<issue_start><issue_comment>Title: Remove excess proprty and TODO from inert
username_0: Found while working on https://github.com/Microsoft/TypeScript/pull/30853 which _will_ mark these as an error, as desired. (There's no great way to make a version-conditional `$ExpectError`, so i'm just removing the prop so DT stays clean)
<issue_comment>username_1: Can you remove the property in https://github.com/DefinitelyTyped/DefinitelyTyped/blob/345727aa17cd526b3617c1c85315f4fa4e4da7be/types/hapi__inert/hapi__inert-tests.ts#L101 too? I just copied that over today.
<issue_comment>username_0: Done.The other week I took a trip to Brighton. It was different than I expected but a very cool place. Theres an entire area thats full of independent shops in a similar fashion to Bold Street, just more. Something I noticed was that most of the people in this area had a great look to them. Each person seemed to have their own unique sense of style without seeming like a stereotype. It was nice to see. In Liverpool you don’t have to look hard to find someone with an over done orange tan or some other local stereotype. However people in Brighton seemed to instinctively look cool. Its a great place to do street portraits. Carl here is a reflection of that. He looks cool. Of course you’ll probably find someone similar in Liverpool but in Brighton everyone was like this, at least everyone seemed unique. I could spend a lot of time there doing street portraits.
In other news I’ve done a quick review of Photoshop CS5’s new HDR toning feature.
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The two plush glider chairs with their rocking ottomans are a guest favorite and so individually seductive, you may abandon your honey for an extended nap! The view from the corner desk overlooks the ravine named Bannock Burn. Other features include a kitchenette, entertainment center with TV & DVD player, a stone fireplace, a large bathroom with 2-person shower, and a private deck with hot tub.I'm a trauma surgeon and I operated on an alien

Hello everybody. My name is, for all intents and purposes, Dr. Smith. I am a trauma surgeon in a rather large hospital in the New Mexico area. Dr. Smith isn't my real name if you haven't figured out by now. I cannot, unfortunately for my safety, give you my real name because even a quick google search will yield an entire page of results on me. Anyway, back to the story. This occurred about 2 months ago however I only just mustered the courage to type it out and share it with you guys. I've been scared for my life ever since and I feel like I need to get this out incase anything happens.


As I stated above, I am a trauma surgeon in the New Mexico area and about two months ago, I was on call at around 1 a.m. I had been on call already for about 5 hours and was pretty much into the swing of things. The patients I usually get in the operating room tend to be blunt force trauma victims or penetrating trauma victims from car accidents and the like, people who have been it by vehicles, gun shot victims, pretty much anything you can associate with trauma that might need surgery. Anyway, my team and I had just finished with a car accident victim who had suffered tearing of the mesentery of the bowel from rapid deceleration, injuries to the renal artery and other less serious condition. Lucky we were able to save the patients life and everything went fairly smoothly. As I was finishing up, making sure everything is in order and was about to finish with some paperwork, a couple of nurses burst in telling me they received a call from an EMT team telling them that they were bringing vicitims of a plane crash to our hospital, as it was the nearest, and that I should be getting ready to operate. I began asking the usual questions that pertain to severity that EMTs are suppose to relay so that I know what to be ready for. Unlike almost every time they've done this, they replied telling me that they didn't know and that all they were told was to tell me to be ready.


I began scrubbing my arms and hands and got ready for what was ahead thinking of the possible outcomes of what was about to happen. The survival rate of plane crashes is very low and even after impact, victims tend to suffer from detrimental things like sever burns, head trauma, etc. About 10 minuted later a black, what can only be described as truck, pulled up to the hospital at a high rate of speed and these men in matching army uniforms escorted by men wearing suites wheel out these... things. The entire common areas people, which wasn't many at this time, of the hospital was cleared out before they began wheeling this things inside. I was in shock. I began asking the men what was going on and what are these things and one of the men in suits walked up to me and said


"Listen, all of your questions will be answered later. For now just work"
I hesitantly told my team to wheel the things to the operating room and we practically sprinted there. When everything was set I was in awe. There were three separate beings. My team and I dealt with one while two other surgeons dealt with the others. They can only be described as grey, about 4 feet tall, big black eyes, pretty much exactly how the movies portrays them, which I thought was kind of odd. I remember thinking, How in the hell am I suppose to operate on something when I have the slightest knowledge of its physiology or its anatomy. Thats when the weirdest thing happened. The being was still alive and it was looking directly at me. We just kind of made eye contact for a couple of seconds as I was trying to figure out what the hell I was suppose to do when suddenly I knew. I can't explain it other than one second I had no idea what I was doing, then boom, I suddenly had all the necessary knowledge to complete this operation. The weird thing was that after everything was complete, the knowledge just poof slipped away. I have no idea how to explain it other than that. Im sorry.


Anyway, I had somehow managed to figure out that this thing had received massive trauma to its abdominal region and that there was massive internal bleeding taking place. I made the necessary incisions and somehow knew exactly where the bleeding was coming from, which was this weird blackish, I guess artery somewhere where yours and my hepatic vein is located. I clamped it and made the