I don't know how this works — I'm guessing it's just some sort of the usual, run-of-the-mill collective (un)conscious pinging internet magic — but if you take a look at the bottom of any one of the pages on the <i>Stereophile</i> website, you'll find a list of "Sponsored Links," seemingly appropriate to the page itself.
Holiday office parties can be a hoot.
"Two studs going out on the prowl. Watch out ladies, here they come," Elizabeth teased.<br>
"Yeah," I said. "Ha-ha."<br>
When I think about how I spent my time this weekend — eating and drinking with friends, listening to music, watching the Giants beat the Cowboys to gain sole possession of first place in the NFC East — I really have no complaints. These are all great things. Why then, when you ask me how my weekend was, do I sigh and say: "It was okay, I guess"?
I look up and smile, nod my head, and respond: "You might be right about that."
Jim Tavegia wrote:
The connection, among other things, was breaking up.
In <a href="http://www.sceneless.com/node/95">a recent review</a> of The Multi-Purpose Solution's latest album, we were kinda sorta referred to as "emo." Actually, the reviewer — <a href="http://jerseybeat.blogspot.com/2005/11/stupid-emo-tricks-part-6-from-fi… Testa</a> — wrote:
Briana (11), my youngest sister, has a <a href="http://www.myspace.com/index.cfm?fuseaction=splash">Myspace</a> page whose icon announces: "I Love Emo."