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It wouldn’t make it easier to arrange meetings because you’d have no clue if you were arranging the meeting for when people would be at work, have finished for the day, or fast asleep at night.

Pays for Bruce Banner to have therapy and anger management to work through his PTSD and anger issues.

Not this shit again

Oh and it’s called 6th form cos you’re in year 6 of secondary school. Which is also called year 12!

I think it’s a hold over from some time in the past where the year numbers started over again at secondary school, as I understand you’d do your O levels in 5 form, then A levels in 6th.

Is “6th Form” not used as an alternative to College anymore (it was archaic when I went to 6th Form 20 years ago so wouldn’t be surprised if it has bitten the dust)

But you wouldn’t text another iPhone. You’d WhatsApp the person.

Don’t. Life’s too short.

If you’re enjoying it but it’s a hard read take a break and try again. If you’re just not enjoying it sack it.

That’s the trap the restaurant uses to get out of giving 10% off.

One of my cats does the same. My assumption is he was taken from the mother cat too young so never learned how to do things properly.

For the smell maybe try grain free food.

Fair. It’s hard to know sometimes if someone has English as a first or second language. People can be really technically good, but then not understand more subtle cultural things.

Never know maybe both of our comments will help some people.

It’s common in English to refer to a collective like a company or government as though it were an individual. I think it’s just a simple short hand really.

Eg “The whitehouse said today…” We know that the whitehouse (a building) doesn’t have the power of speech and that really means “a whitehouse spokesperson working in an official capacity on behalf of the government said today”.

Really the headline should be something along the lines of “what, exactly, are Xbox business strategists thinking?” But because of the common knowledge of how this shorthand works they can just use the headline they did.

There’s probably a fancy linguistic name for it. ¯\_(ツ)_/¯

Chan I love Derek Jacobi in this episode tho

I think you’ve misread it. Not that it’s that much better.

20 months sentence (though probably half of that will be custodial the rest on licence/parole)

3 years and 10 month ban then an “extended” drivers test to get it back.

Might be worth letting the uni know. Surely they’ll want to fix the site!

X Window System (X11, or simply X) is a windowing system for bitmap displays, common on Unix-like operating systems.

They’ll be on licence for the rest of their lives following that though. The minimum term on a life sentence is just the custodial part.

Well it’s good that EU coal consumption is falling too

https://www.statista.com/statistics/265504/coal-consumption-in-europe-and-eurasia-in-oil-equivalent/

I can only help with the last part as I use audible. Have you tried Voice? https://droidify.eu.org/app/?id=de.ph1b.audiobook&repo_address=https://f-droid.org/repo

https://play.google.com/store/apps/details?id=de.ph1b.audiobook

Dulce et Decorum Est

By Wilfred Owen

https://www.poetryfoundation.org/poems/46560/dulce-et-decorum-est

Knock-kneed, coughing like hags, we cursed through sludge,
Till on the haunting flares we turned our backs,
And towards our distant rest began to trudge.
Men marched asleep. Many had lost their boots,
But limped on, blood-shod. All went lame; all blind;
Drunk with fatigue; deaf even to the hoots
Of gas-shells dropping softly behind.

Gas! GAS! Quick, boys!—An ecstasy of fumbling
Fitting the clumsy helmets just in time,
But someone still was yelling out and stumbling
And flound’ring like a man in fire or lime.—
Dim through the misty panes and thick green light,
As under a green sea, I saw him drowning.

In all my dreams before my helpless sight,
He plunges at me, guttering, choking, drowning.

If in some smothering dreams, you too could pace
Behind the wagon that we flung him in,
And watch the white eyes writhing in his face,
His hanging face, like a devil’s sick of sin;
If you could hear, at every jolt, the blood
Come gargling from the froth-corrupted lungs,
Obscene as cancer, bitter as the cud
Of vile, incurable sores on innocent tongues,—
My friend, you would not tell with such high zest
To children ardent for some desperate glory,
The old Lie: Dulce et decorum est
Pro patria mori.```

Wot?