I’m not an expert in Glagolitic, but I have a feeling that next-to-none of its letters are supposed to be invisible.
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Did you wear a black armband when they shot the man who said: “Peace could last forever”?
You forgot the part where we also take their companies, real estate, stock, private jets and yachts.
For humans, I heard it say to use butyric acid.
2·1 month agoCrane flies are a big deal where I live, and especially the ones with reeeeally long legs - longer than anything pictured in the Wikipedia article - just love to come into people’s homes, especially in September.
EDIT: Why is this relevant? When I was a little tyke, I’d constantly mistake them for airborne spiders. Sometimes, they form frigging swarms anywhere where there’s water.
I feel the sudden urge to have a water balloon fight.
EDIT: This fucker is larger. Looks cooler, too.
Unicode addition when?
WTF did I just read.
A lot of coverups seem to happen in high society. Check out the story of Natalie Wood, for instance.
Goo goo g’joob.
And I thought my eyesight diminishes as I age. Turns out it’s reality itself that’s falling apart.
Like that 1969 Ray Bradbury story, “Night Call, Collect”, where a man stranded on Mars spends 60 years setting up pre-recorded messages for himself that one day spring into action and eventually start talking to each other.
Spoiler
A relay snapped somewhere. The two phone voices were connected, one to the other.
“Hello, Barton?”
“Yes, Barton?”
“Aged twenty-four.”
“I’m twenty-six. We’re both young. What’s happened?”
“I don’t know. Listen.”
The silent room. The old man did not stir on the floor. The wind blew in the broken window. The air was cool.
“Congratulate me, Barton, this is my twenty-sixth birthday!”
“Congratulations!”
The voices sang together, about birthdays, and the singing blew out the window, faintly, faintly, into the dead city.
16·2 months ago1.2 million as of now. So fucking proud to be European.
That’s the real answer. Always check on whose payroll somebody is.
Oooh, so that’s what the title of the song “Itchycoo Park” means. I used to think it was an awful sexual reference.
Is P = NP?