I know that threads in the C&F pub usually get hijacked.
I know that “Cutty sark” is Scots for a short chemise or short undergarment.
Sorta almost like naming a ship “Negligee”, isn’t it…
sailors…
Do they really? 
I’d never noticed.
Yes, we know. 
http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=dft5CgEvTPE
This time I know it’s for real
http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=MSyRFLlYnWI
I know you’re out there somewhere
http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=p_EYU75uhKk
I know what I like in your wardrobe
http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=eEnws5brUcI
I know that my redeemer liveth
I know that grep is a good thing.
I know to be careful when logging in with root privileges.
I know to read my command line three times before I press enter.
I know typing is one of the most useful classes I ever took.
I know life is made more precious because it is so brief. (Nothing will remind of you this faster than forgetting to read your command line three times before pressing enter when logged in as root on the console.) 
I know that I fear neither the fact that I didn’t exist before my birth, nor the fact that I will not exist after my death. (See the above statement for what brought this to mind.)
I know that having a happy ferret walk on your shoulders is one of the finest things in life.
I know when my wife smiles at me that life has a deeper meaning than I will ever know or understand.
I know that donuts are not good food and are not good for you.
I know that typing that last sentence made me enormously hungry for hot fresh donuts. 
–James
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goin’ for a clean start, eh!
Aw…maaan… why’d you hafta go an burst our bubble?!?
I suspect they got my siamese mix. But, I can meow quite convincingly and shoot pretty straight, and have a break from school coming up… Might be adding tanning hides to the DIY list in another post.
I know dogs.
I know that this is an American Cocker Spaniel
This breed became popular beginning in the '50s and now most you meet are ill tempered creatures from indiscriminate back yard breeders intrested only in making a buck. Most of these are much larger and bear little resemblance to the above pictured dog.
I know that this is an English Cocker Spaniel
As you can see, they have a very different conformation- and a very different temperament- more like your typical hunting dog.
I know that mixed breeds as a group are no healthier than pure breeds. Either can have individuals that are virtually free of health problems. I know that with purebreds, you can sometimes predict potential health related issues.
I know that NO specific breed is the only" best dog in the world."
I know that, for me (everyone has their own version of “the best dog”) Skye Terriers are the best dogs in the world.
I know that there are some fine and funny folks on these boards.
I know that if I have a question on any subject I can ask on here and someone will know the answer.
I know that is a good thing. 
I know that I second each one of those sentiments wholeheartedly! Oh, and I know that the “fine and funny” portion even applies to Slood Dood
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djm
unix jokes are not funny
Yes. Unless you own actual sheep.
Borders are so smart that if you aren’t planning on doing Very Interesting Things all day long with your dog, it’s likely to get bored with solving differential equations in its head and to trash your couch from time to time. Border crosses are still smart, but a touch less neurotic. Usually.
For years the border collie folks staved off the American Kennel Club’s desire to set up a breed standard, so there was nothing like ‘purebred’ border. The AKC has ruined many a breed, so this was a Good Thing. I understand that they’ve finally got their way.
Before then, what defined a border was success in sheepdog trials, not adherence to a breed standard list of physical traits or a ‘pure’ bloodline.
I know that working dogs that actually work, whatever their breed and/or purpose, are pretty stinkin’ cool.
When I was in Scotland several years ago, I came across a sheep-dog trial in progress. Truly amazing, those dogs. The sheep, slightly less so.
Tom (whose best friend growing up was a hard-charging, fearless, state-champion black lab who I believe had an honest to goodness sense of humor; who would joyfully risk death, destruction, and pain to retrieve a duck, then, a couple hours later, sneak into my room at night and scare me half to death with a wet nose in the face and a tail thumping against the wall…how I miss her…)
I know I would not want my cats to be any smarter than they are.
Seconded.
Mercy, I wish I could say that…