

Estonia
It’s just below Finland.


Estonia
It’s just below Finland.


Fontaines D.C. comes to mind.


I did grammar school, so we had:
Dutch and English were all through school, the other ones you took for 2 years and then picked two languages to follow through on, one of which had to be Greek or Latin. I did German and Greek.


Your last sentence betrays you, machine!
I’d go with Python.
Not specifically a CRM, but can be used as such (and many other things): AirTable.


I let it simmer. If it’s still on my mind in a few weeks (sometimes months) without me setting a reminder of sorts, apparently I really do want it.
The other part is can I afford it. If it’s a bigger expense, I make sure to save up for it by setting apart what I can over a period of time. This also combines nicely with the “do I still want it” period.


Well what should I end them on?
Club Mate is my absolute favourite. Not overly sweet and lots of caffeine.


Can we do Waterworld instead?


An induction stove with booster can outheat any gas stove.


An induction stove with booster can outheat any gas stove.
Aan a two year old I fell off the couch into a metal table, narrowly missing my eye, but catching my eyebrow on the corner. Still have a small scar in my eyebrow.
As a teen (13-14 ish?) I broke both bones in my forearm. That kinda sucked.


Did some searching, apparently it’s the One/Three case by Heavy Industries, but their site is offline so no high hopes.


Jackie Chiles


Are you familiar with the concept of debt?
Well, this is actually something ChatGPT is great for:
*Can you generate a list of 20 sentences in the same vein as these two:
What sorcery is this?
Even kings never knew such luxury…*
Absolutely! Here’s a list of 20 sentences in a similar whimsical, dramatic, or regal tone:
Is this the work of ancient gods?
By the stars, what marvel lies before me?
This surely belongs in legend.
Not even emperors dreamt of such splendor.
What manner of enchantment is this?
This defies the very laws of nature!
Even the heavens would weep at such beauty.
Was this forged in the heart of a dying star?
A treasure fit for the halls of Valhalla.
This is the stuff of forgotten prophecy.
The ancients whispered of wonders like this.
Not in a thousand lifetimes could I have imagined it.
The bards shall sing of this day.
Surely, this was touched by divine hands.
The very fabric of reality trembles before it.
Even the moon would blush in its presence.
This belongs not on earth, but in dreams.
A miracle, wrapped in velvet and starlight.
What alchemy wrought this wonder?
Even time itself must pause to behold it.
Want it to lean more fantasy, sarcastic, poetic, or sci-fi next time?


Unless you’re a concrete salesman, of course.
Where my leg men at?