I‘m using Due on the iPhone. It can be purchased per one-time payment and won’t get new features added then (bugfixes are still coming) but that’s fine since there are not so many new features. Plus, it syncs to the Mac (additional purchase needed).
Mit 10 Uhr warst du ja noch gütig 😈
Wie waren danach so die Rückmeldungen?
Heh, funny. Tbh, I do not like the fist fights, they feel weak and clumsy, but this time I won on the first attempt. At least.
I like how the name naturally got attached to you over the years.
It’s not as binary like a light switch, this or that, A or B. It’s all fluid. For example, I thought I was gay at first, for some years, but didn’t dare to act or think more in that direction. Then I started to come out to myself, explore a bit and realized I might be bi. I munched on that thought and feelings a bit and later found out that I was gay. More or less, at least.
EDIT: Omg sorry for posting 3 times the same comment, my app crashed.
Never skip boulder day
See? It just needs one asshole to end the world.
Hell of a job, but yes 😆
Smart solution. Like this, no one ever gets killed but we need an infinite number of people on the switches.
I’m looking this up right now!
Funny example of how a person can „create facts“ nowadays. It’s all about the amount of times a certain thing is being used. Like, when humans started to use bowls back then, eventually bowls became an essential tool. Same with language. It starts to change because people use new words or different words in their normal language. We learn: even Wikipedia can change the language.
Question is: did they obey the five-second-rule or how much time exactly did it spend on the floor 🤔
Not a direct answer to your question, but a story why I do not want special cars anymore.
I named my first car „Wilson“, after the beachvolleyball that Tom Hanks had in the movie „Cast Away“. That car was old, rusty and slow, but I really liked it. It meant freedom and another step growing up. I felt responsible and was so proud of it too!
One night someone crashed into Wilson while it was parked. The police woke me up by ringing the bell early in the morning and asked me to come downstairs. I was still sleepy and panicked, only managed to grab a short pants and a t-Shirt. It was autumn, cold wind was blowing leaves along the empty street and I saw my Wilson crashed against a wall. The metal crumbled, the lights were broken, most of the windows shattered.
They made me fetch my belongings from the car, then it was already put onto a tow truck. I stood on the street, a box of car utensils and my sunglasses in my hands and stared at Wilson while it was being towed away. I was heartbroken. When the tow truck drove off, I felt like Wilson was crying.
Since then I never went into a „relationship“ with a car again. They don’t receive names, everything they get is a bit of decoration, maybe. It showed to be a good decision because the same thing happened with the next car, again the police rang my bell…
I‘m from Germany, we more or less stick to the driving rules. One day I had to drive through Paris around the Arc de Triomphe with its eight lanes, in a foreign car which was bigger than I was used to, with three other people in it and a broken second gear. So it was either first or third gear. Stop and go for hours, and the French don’t care much about overtaking rules, any driving rules to be exact. In hindsight it was fun, but in that moment I was drenched in sweat.
That article is disturbing.
I started to write a short text for myself, whether I liked it and why or what I didn’t like at it. I like to think that my future self will be happy reading the theft when considering to reread the book one day.
Es gibt eine Gurkenglasreihenfolge?!