I’m guessing you’re young? Just wait, it gets easier with time.

Kids today don’t know that until quite recently if you turned on the TV and you didn’t get any picture, you could give the thing a firm slap on the side and it would work.

There’s nothing wrong with knowing about things. If I’m deciphering your question correctly, you need to learn to keep your mouth shut. People won’t pester you then.

More like 1988.

That oven is absurdly large for a small kitchenette.

Where in the article apart from the title does it say that Coca Cola company is dumping plastic into the ocean. Where does the dumping happen? Why are they doing it?

Some units even get horse drawn Maxim guns.

And so will be almost every EU company/government/institution.

What channel do you mean, c90adventures?

It’s amazing that humans have coded a tool for which they have to afterwards write more tools for analyzing how it works.

That’s right, extremism breeds assholes.

Is it possible to try this Giblification locally?

This definitely more than mildly interesting.

“Badger, Mushroom, Snaaaaake” on the other hand ages like fine whiskey.

Good news, everyone!!

I had a girlfriend circa 2010 that was almost the same, but about joining Facebook.

The only power you have is choosing where to spend your sttention, i.e don’t look at that shit.

I commend you, that account is considered vintage by now. I don’t even remember what computer I was running in 2008.

Finnish people are emotionally stunted and don’t even understand the concept of happiness.

I half agree with this. There’s it’s own kind of happiness in being stoic and staying to one self.

The details of my life are quite inconsequential… very well, where do I begin? My father was a relentlessly self-improving boulangerie owner from Belgium with low grade narcolepsy and a penchant for buggery. My mother was a fifteen year old French prostitute named Chloe with webbed feet. My father would womanize, he would drink. He would make outrageous claims like he invented the question mark. Sometimes he would accuse chestnuts of being lazy. The sort of general malaise that only the genius possess and the insane lament. My childhood was typical. Summers in Rangoon, luge lessons. In the spring we’d make meat helmets. When I was insolent I was placed in a burlap bag and beaten with reeds- pretty standard really. At the age of twelve I received my first scribe. At the age of fourteen a Zoroastrian named Vilma ritualistically shaved my testicles. There really is nothing like a shorn scrotum… it’s breathtaking- I highly suggest you try it.