The only proper way to pronounce data is the way Captain Jean Luc Picard pronounces it.
The only proper way to pronounce data is the way Captain Jean Luc Picard pronounces it.
And the entire collection is on sale right now.
$18 for all 39 books.
Would this be a Maxi?
Sounds like your company took the Veterans Affairs approach to “hero response”.
Hello, fellow piper.
I also find Missouri Meerschaum pipes an excellent starter pipe for $20 to get someone into the hobby.
If you have chickens, you will automatically dislike raccoons.
If given the opportunity, raccoons will get into a coop and kill all chickens. It won’t eat the chickens. It will just kill them.
Have you seen thr Oreos with Swedish Fish flavored creme?
I’m calling it now.
Windows 11 will be the new Windows 8. Or NT. Or millennium.
My grandma came in with a hot take on this.
“If she was a bitch at 17, she is a bitch at 70.”
FAIRPHONE 5
I disagreed with one of my Philosophy course instructors vehemently regarding religion and pushing religious views on others.
Due to my inability to “suck it up and shut up” during class, I was frequently at odds with the professor.
Due to that, my papers were graded more and more harshly. At the middle point of the semester, I had a D.
What my shitty professor taught me was that sometimes you just need to regurgitate what the person in power believes just to survive. I quit raising my hand or arguing during class, and I just word vomited his BS during assignments and tests. He smuggly thought he won me over to his views by the end of the course.
I walked with a B at the end of the course. After the final grades were official, the professor wanted me to join an advanced Philosophy course with him.
In some terms or another, I told him that I would not join the additonal course. I also mentioned that I felt that he used his lecturn as a pulpit to push his views on a younger generation. I told him that he didn’t have a convert, but he did teach me a lot on what not to be.
Called The Will of the Damned
Snyder’s pretzel pieces (the really really Ranch-y ones) are god-tier.