I can tell you. You're in the shit distro+shit browser part of the chart. Terrible choices. Not like my distribution which is so good. With a very good browser.
No I haven't read what your distro is. Nor your browser. Irrelevant.
My distro? You wouldn't know it. Very niche. But very good. Maybe the same as yours, but not the shit one. The good one.
Am I a moron? Sure. A moron with a good distro. (It's ubuntu+chrome, if you know it)
Ah, you know, cutting people off in the parking lot is something you never really forget. It will come back to you naturally as soon as you get back to the parking lot.
I usually go with "Test. Mentioning the existence of this message can make you the target of all sorts of unpleasant things. Ignore this message or else.
You don't get it. You're still acknowledging the existence of the message since you're reading it. You still don't get it. Either this message exists, or you do. It's a zero-sum game. Do you enjoy existing?
90 pages of backstop is significant, yes. When I got the role of Theodore in Alvin and the Chipmunks, I was bitterly disappointed by the lack of depth of the character. Almost no backstory was given to me.
more staring
On the other hand, my rendition of Dig'em the frog for Smacks was greatly improved by the 400 hundred pages lore of the character. I became the frog.
Christopher Lee was allegedly there to give advice to make the fight more realistic.
'Have you ever delved into the infernal pits of despair, Peter? Have you ever met a creature made of pure evil? Have you seen your comrades fall, taken one by one by a Balrog, until you're the last one standing? I was in the SAS during the war, Peter, and you can't imagine the atrocities I have suffered and given in return. Do you know what sound a Balrog makes while he is hurled across abysses of torment, Peter? It's a sound that makes terror feel like pleasure. And yet I crave it, I cannot forget it and I long to inflict such a pain to another Balrog, for I loathe them, and I know no mercy for them and I have lost my soul. Oh, yes, Peter.'
I am even more disappointed by that guy's choice to work only 6 days a week.
I do not believe in sleep or rest.
I firmly believe that CEOs require diapers, not toilet breaks.
I used to shit myself continuously at the office, the stench was unbearable. And yet I went on, staying at my desk, asking people to come in to berate them.
I chose to be estranged by my whole family. My kids hate me. My wife despises me. My father won't talk to me. Even my mother loathes me.
I managed all that by dedicating every second of my life to my job, so that I can die miserably and get a gravestone saying 'lmao the shitman's dead, rest in shit loser'.
N'importe quoi, y a la chocolatine du nord et la chocolatine du sud, ça fait 6, retourne à ton école pourrave à Paimpont (j'ai rien contre Paimpont, c'est très pimpant).
It's been pretty clear for a while that Bibi doesn't give a shit about the hostages. They've already served their purpose for him