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It’s not you, it’s me

Have netizens taken to opium? I’m truly stumped by people going gaga over the new TR. I’ve photographic evidence to stake my claim that the old TR was better.

 

The NEW Science Page (look at the ad.)

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The OLD Science Page (more like a newspaper and no ad.)

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How text appears in the NEW Reader

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How text appears in the OLD Reader (it’s clearer)

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Ads by Google in the new Reader (old Reader didn’t have them)

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saurabh said…
dude, calm down... not good for ur HBP. :)
on an entirely different note, as me and rob were discussing abt how we hadnt "partied" in a long time, when/where are you throwing us the grand feast for getting married??? :D
Tuesday, May 12, 2009 11:36:00 AM
Deepanjan said…
The answer, my friend, is blowing in the wind!

;)
Tuesday, May 12, 2009 7:01:00 PM
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