TODAY WITH A STABLE PLATFORM I BLOCK ALL COOKIES!

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TURNED ON BLOCK COOKIES AT NOON ON TUESDAY 8 MARCH 2011. The machine -- that's what my Italian Grandmother called all automobiles -- "Machines" and hers was THE Machine.

You could tell it was, because she drove it like a McCormick or International Combine. Picture an older woman (I was a kid so I don't know how 'old' 'old' was) who stood all of 4 foot 9 inches tall, needed extensions on all peddles, gas, and brake, had to have all levers extended so she could reach them, and had to have a custom car seat with a custom latter to climb into it, so she could sit so far up and forward that the wheel would barely turn in her hands so she would make a turn in DOWNTOWN SAN FRANCISCO by moving the wheel about 4 inches at a time -- a custom made wheel that wasn't too small or it would never turn the vehicle -- even going around a normal street corner where you would cross over the electric bus or trolley car tracks and make a normal left hand turn -- inch, by inch she would turn the wheel as she crept forward at less than 5 MPH barely able to see between the top of the steering wheel and the dash board, not to even think about the hood of the 1959 Cadillac El Dorado or the 1948 Lincoln Continental (V-12) -- while she asked us 'Is anyone there? Can you see anyone there in front of me?" Well TELL ME! while people made hand signals I was quite familiar with being Italian and while my grandmother acted shocked at the things people screamed and yelled at her, telling us children to cover our ears, it was not anywhere as intense as the fourth or fifth course of our Sunday Dinner with the entire family over --

So today, making sure that my 'machine' has been 'normal' and 'stable' for awhile now, I'm ready to really put the peddle to the metal (or is that pebble to the nettle?) and see if it will block all the cookies they have listed, and if I can tell a NOTICEABLE difference in the blinding speed which might annoy me. But remember, I once owned a True Classic "Mussel Car" -- a Volvo 245 which often needed to be muscled to the side of the road for any number of reasons, none of which showed on a gauge, so another gauge had to be added to help me trouble shoot what could never bee seen, let alone worked on, and had so much 'custom' work done on it, that I could constantly turn in a time of 0-60MPH in 13.5 hours. So, today, we shall see -- will the hours turn into days? or will the hours melt into minutes?* Will the hours turn into weeks? or years? The suspense is killing me!

*Once as a paramedic standby for our fire department a VW with a Magnesium Porsche engine in it caught fire -- and remember how the gas tank was above the engine? Also remember how Magnesium burns so hot that it will separate the hydrogen from the oxygen atoms in water? It was always psychedelic to watch that brilliant white burn so hot the more water you put on the engine, and then the amazing flash of red-orange-blue-green as the gasoline tank finally gave way and vented patterns WAY up into the sky, and suddenly the street or parking lot was filled with liquid patterns that you just might sink into, unless you were VERY careful where you stepped. A VERY strong argument for why your 'nozzle man' should never have taken Acid more than every day for two weeks 30 years ago. You DO need someone to tell you if the street IS melting patters of unearthly color and it's time to make a run for it, or if it's OK, you can still lean against the ambulance and enjoy the colors as they wax and wane in the portable Kileg lights as they pulsate in time to the generators.

What does this have to do with blocking all cookies? If you don't understand, you may not understand the problems that might occur --- like a hot-boot screaming along from 'off' to 'ready' in only 3 visits to your friendly computer shop, which for me is only a 250 round trip. er, "trip".

Here goes! -= watch ma! no cookies!