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Firefox Lead Now Working For Google
zmarties writes "In a very
low key announcement on his blog, Ben Goodger, lead developer for
Firefox, has announce that effective from a couple of weeks ago, he has become a Google employee. In practice his day to day job won't change that much, in that he will still lead Firefox through its forthcoming releases, but with Google paying his wages, we can be sure that new and interesting overlap between the Mozilla Foundation's browsers and Google's services are sure to develop."
A warm frosty piss for all my snowmen.
It was early dawn, when Frodo finally awoke. His whole body ached with pain; especially in his tender, inner thigh area. The soreness existed both inside and out, it was unlike any pain he had experienced before. Remembering what had happened during the terrible night, caused the hobbit to break out in cold shivers. He still couldn't believe it! How could Aragorn have done such an awful thing? The man had sworn to protect him with his life! He was the one and only Ringbearer, for godsake! Why did it happen? Frodo was so confused and angry, he knew he would have to find the answers...but that would mean having to confront the very man who had brutally attacked him! Frodo didn't know how to approach the ranger, or whether or not he would even have the courage. But still, the hobbit knew he'd have to try--no matter what the cost. Wearily, he slowly crawled out of bed (leaving behind bloodstained covers) and headed towards a large, round bowl set upon a small table. He dipped a nearby rag into the water-filled bowl and began washing himself off; paying extra close attention to his inner thigh area-- which was crusty with dried semen and blood. Once he had finished cleaning himself off, he quickly dressed and left the room.
Outside the inn, the fresh air was cool and crisp; lingering with a sweet scent. The sky was a beautiful combination of gold, pink, and lavender. Tiny beads of dew were still visible upon the damp ground. Everything seemed so alive and new.
Frodo found his way to the other members of the Fellowship, who were waiting to greet him.
"Good morning, Frodo" said Sam, smiling cheerfully. "Did you have a good night's sleep?"
Frodo swallowed hard, hesitate to answer. He timidly glanced over at Aragorn (who was standing only a few feet away) and frowned. "No...no, Sam. I'm afraid I didn't," he answered gravely.
Sam noticed the grim look on his master's pale face and wondered what was wrong. "Is something the matter, Mr. Frodo?" he asked innocently. "You look as though something is troubling you."
Frodo and Aragorn exchanged silent glances at each other, waiting to see if the other would speak.
Aragorn, still wracked with guilt, turned away from the hobbit with a sour face. He solemnly walked away from his friends in search of solitude. He longed for a quiet place to escape his shame and resolve his tormented thoughts. He feared it was only a matter of time before the other members discovered his evil secret. How would he be able to face them--once the skeleton was released from the closet? He feared the worst.
The Fellowship watched their leader walk away with burning curiosity.
"Where is Strider going?" asked Sam. "Does he have to relieve himself, or something?"
Only Frodo knew the terrible truth. "No, Sam, I don't think he has to relieve himself. I think he wants to be alone."
"Alone? What for? It's early in the morning and we should get going. We've got a lot of ground we have to cover," Sam replied. "We don't have any time to waste."
"You're absolutely right, Sam," said Frodo. "But...there is something I wish to discuss with you in private, if you could spare me a moment." He knew if he didn't tell someone about what happened soon, he would surely go insane! He just had to get it off his chest. And-- next to Bilbo--Sam was his closest companion. He would understand and listen with an open heart. "Come, Sam, I need to speak with you at once."
"Well, alright, Mr. Frodo. If you say so."
Frodo gently took Sam by the arm, and they disappeared into a thick patch of trees; leaving the rest of the group behind to ponder what was going on. They passed several tall, evergreen trees, until they found a safe, secluded spot for their discussion. They stopped and turned to each other.
"So, Mr. Frodo," Sam began, puzzled. "What is this all about?"
Frodo didn't quite know how to begin, for what he was about to say was a very difficult thing to explain...especially to his best friend. What would Sam say
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In all my frosted goodness!
0xF0AD
my first fp? i probably fail it...
Hey, THANKS!
Now I can go into the other room and stab my eyes out!
FREAK.
s'wut i sed.
Oh there you are, China troll. I missed you. Good thing you're back. Now we'll all know what those wacky Taiwanese spys are up to.
Sleep is futile.