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My ex is Irish, so my kids are eligible for Irish passports. Hope that gives them some additional options in the more uncertain world we now face.
Anna ( @annajayne)
Tech Blog | Visual Lint
"Why would anyone prefer to wield a weapon that takes both hands at once, when they could use a lighter (and obviously superior) weapon that allows you to wield multiple ones at a time, and thus supports multi-paradigm carnage?"
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In North America, Africa, Asia, Australia,... or we will have an 8th continent?
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Don't forget Ireland, they maybe are keen on their own continent
modified 19-Jan-21 21:04pm.
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IRELAND!!!! You've got to be kidding.
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It Sound more than a bit arrogant. Ask Bobby Sands and his followers about it
modified 19-Jan-21 21:04pm.
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Not heard of the British Commonwealth then?
I am not a number. I am a ... no, wait!
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They're going to drift off to the middle of the Atlantic and be their own continent. Some smaller islands and Gibraltar are welcome too.
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It's a shame. Better to stop here, not to go in NATO with this mentality.
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Like the world didn't exist before 1993.
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It's fascinating to see all the 'reactions' from EU member state people who are clearly unaware that there are far more countries in Europe than there are in the European Union. I think I may have to stop baiting Americans for being totally unaware that the world exists outside their own borders cos they've got nothing on these guys when it comes to geopolitical ignorance!
I am not a number. I am a ... no, wait!
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9082365 wrote: I think I may have to stop baiting Americans for being totally unaware that the world exists outside their own borders ...
Nah.
I wanna be a eunuchs developer! Pass me a bread knife!
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If you take Abba out for dinner, should you go Fernandos?
Bad command or file name. Bad, bad command! Sit! Stay! Staaaay...
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How about dabba doo?
"the debugger doesn't tell me anything because this code compiles just fine" - random QA comment
"Facebook is where you tell lies to your friends. Twitter is where you tell the truth to strangers." - chriselst
"I don't drink any more... then again, I don't drink any less." - Mike Mullikins uncle
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or maybe for a chicken tikka?
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modified 19-Jan-21 21:04pm.
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You'll have to Ring! Ring! in advance.
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Abba, Swedish? I knew them when they were a Lancashire clog dancing trio!
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Your dog's got no nose! Or tail! Or ears! Or anything else in the least bit doggy! I'm going out on a limb here but it's not a dog! It's an abomination! Expect lightning strikes and the wrath of heaven you b'stards!
Sorry. What was the question again?
I am not a number. I am a ... no, wait!
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Cool - but no match for a cat
Bastard Programmer from Hell
If you can't read my code, try converting it here[^]
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A non-Brexit post.
My father died in 1978, when I was 15. Well, he didn't just die, he was murdered, and no one has ever solved that crime.
My aunt, who I was out of touch with for years due to family politics (my mother seemed to have despised everything about my father's family) "found" me as a result of my name starting to show up on the Internet from, would you believe, Code Project articles I started writing.
Anyways, today she emailed me a letter he wrote a few weeks before he died. Nothing dramatic, just talking about his trip to Italy where he gave a talk on the phenomenology of music (he was a music teacher), but it's so WEIRD reading it. It's like the person I knew as my father was so very very inaccurate. I had no idea of his thinking and feeling life. He was just "dad". And it wasn't a very happy father-son relationship either.
Makes me wonder how my own son (now 24) sees me, and what he really knows about me, though probably more than I think he does!
Anyways, it's just a bizarre experience reading this letter for the first time almost 40 years later. It's sad, it's amazing, it's all over the emotional map.
Marc
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I had a slightly similar experience a year ago. I was a bit older when Dad died, just as we were becoming friends after many years of not liking each other much. Last year a friend of my Dad's wrote a magazine article about what happened in Burma towards the end of the war, where they were fighting with the Indian Army. Part of the article was a description of a platoon led by my dad which was trying to recapture a town from the Japanes army, and what happened when they arrived. The details are not important, but just reading about him, and what could have happened to him, stirred many strange emotions.
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