snug

The problems with the Sennheisers is that they are very, very snug, and the top padding presses down into my a head a bit.

The latch on our clothes dryer broke; the door would no longer snug up and maintain the seal or necessary pressure for the safety switch.

The existing rail lines pass over a number of level crossings, and pass under some bridge spans that are fairly snug for the existing track.

I have exceedingly manly wrists thanks primarily to YouPorn and long nights of StarCraft 2, and the fit of the bracelet is snug.

I have a wedding ring without chamfering, I like the snug fit and the trick to getting it off is in relaxing your muscles and turning it as you pull it off.

If I were in a position where a well-endowed female coworker were wearing very snug or revealing clothing, I'm honestly not sure how I would handle the situation.

For example, I wear small-size male motorcycle gloves, and most of them are still slightly too long in the finger and glove; my girlfriend wears small size female gloves, and they are only slightly too snug for me.

I spent 2 person-days hunting down the cause of a 2-pixel border between the edge of one view and the window backing; the hunt ended in failure when I realized that I would have to monkeypatch or completely replace Qt's layout system in order to get the view snug against the edge.

The orientation is kind of tricky as there's a lip/groove interface between the front and back of the case which needs to be cosmetically clean to ensure a snug fit, so the only way to get that to work well is to print it with the back down, but there's a 'hood' over the ethernet connector that disallows printing directly onto the back.

Zing!Go is rather ideal for these guys use case: if it wasn't an easy win, given what a snug fit their use case is, there would've had to have been red flags abound, as this really is a nearly idealized work load for Go's use: a hell of a lot of processes which sit around doing nothing, where one occasionally gets a message and forwards it along.

'Twas the night before Christmas, when all through the LAN\n No malware was stirring, not even LoveSan;\n The firewalls were racked by the router with care,\n In hopes that no hacker soon would be there;\n \n The users were nestled all snug in their beds,\n While visions of emails danced in their heads;\n And me with my MacBook, and fresh packet cap,\n Had just settled down for a long winter's nap,\n \n When out from the pager there arose such a clatter,\n I sprang to my desk to see what was the matter.\n Away to the browser I flew like a flash,\n Came through the VPN and refreshed the cache.\n \n The sign on the certificate gave me to know\n The session was safe, so I opened it - Lo!\n When, what to my wondering eyes should appear,\n But a miniature email, and in text that was clear,\n \n With a new device driver, with a quick "ho ho ho",\n I knew in a moment it was our CSO.\n More rapid than eagles his memos they came,\n And he whistled, and shouted, and called them by name;\n \n "Now, firewall!