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This is when I noticed that they all seemed to be carrying really newlooking stuff. Shiny phones, conspicuous bracelets and necklaces that they played with, fresh manicures, iPods Id never even seen before. Amber One sat down with usa careful sit, with her knees angled together and her heels turned out. A perky sitting pose of someone used to being the most adorable in the general vicinity. This is Julie, Jeb said, kindly introducing me to our new friend. Amber told me her name was Amber, and then rattled off all the Ambers and Madisons. There were other names, but to me, they were all Ambers and Madisons. Seemed safe to think of it that way. I had at least a chance of being right. Amber began chatting away, telling us all about the competition. She did this amazing thing where she included me in the conversation and ignored me at the same time. Plus, she was sending me a mental messagedeeply subliminalthat she wanted me to get up and give my seat over to her tribe. They filled every available bit of space in the car as it was. Half of them on the phone, the other half depleting the water, coffee, and Diet Coke supply. I decided that this was not what I needed to make my life complete. Im going to go back to my seat, I said. Just as I stood, though, the train slowed dramatically, throg us all forward in one big splash of hot and cold liquids. The wheels cried out in protest as they dragged down the track for about a minute, and then we stopped, hard. I heard luggage all up and down the train thundering down from racks, and then people falling where they stood. People like me. I landed on a Madison and slammed my chin and cheek on something. Im not sure what it was, because the lights went out at the same moment, causing a massive yelp of dismay. I felt hands helping me up, and I didnt need to be able to see to know it was Jeb. You all right he asked. Fine. I think. There was a flicker, and then the lights came back up one by one. Several Ambers were clinging to the snack bar for dear life. There was food all over the floor. Jeb reached down and picked up what was once his phone, now a neatly snapped twopiece affair. He cradled it in his hand like an injured baby bird. The loudspeaker crackled, and the voice that spoke over it sounded genuinely rattlednot the cool, bossy tone they were using to announce stops along the way. Ladies and gentlemen, it said, please remain calm. A conductor will be checking your cabin to see if anyone has been injured. I pressed my face against the cold dow to see what was going on. We had come to rest next to what looked like a wide road with lots of lanes, something like an interstate. Across the way was a glog yellow sign, suspended high over the road. It was hard to see through the snow, but I recognized the color and shape. It was for a Waffle House. Just outside of the train, a crew member was stumbling along through the snow, looking under the carriage with a flashlight. A female conductor threw open the door to our car and started surveying everyone. She was missing her hat. Whats happening I asked when she reached us. We look really stuck. She leaned down and had a good look out the dow, then gave a low whistle. Were not going anywhere, honey, she said in a low voice. Were just outside of Gracetown. The track dips down below this point, and its completely covered. Maybe they can send some emergency vehicles to get us by morning. I dont know, though. I wouldnt bet on it. Anyway, you hurt Im okay, I assured her. Amber One was holding her wrist. Amber! another Amber said. What happened I twisted it, Amber One moaned. Bad. Thats your support wrist on basket toss! Six cheerleaders indicated (not subliminally) that they wanted me to move out of the way so that they could get to their wounded member and sit her down. Jeb was trapped in the throng. The lights went dim, the heater audibly cranked down, and the loudspeaker came back on. Ladies and gentlemen, the voice said, were going to cut a bit of power to conserve energy. If you have blankets or sweaters, you may want to use them now. If any of you require extra warmth, well try to provide whatever we can. If you have extra layering, we ask that you share it. I looked at the yellow sign again, and then back at the cluster of cheerleaders. I had two choicesI could stay here in the cold, dark, stranded train or I could actually do something. I could take charge of this day that had run away from me too many times. It wouldnt be hard to get across the road and over to the Waffle House. They probably had heat and lots of food. It was worth a shot, and it was a plan I felt Noah would have approved of. Proactive. I gently pushed my way through the Ambers to get to Jeb. Theres a Waffle House across the street, I told him. Im going to go over and see if its open. A Waffle House Jeb replied. We must be just outside of town, along I40.



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