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It Runs in the Blood
Mum opposed, opposed, and opposed to the idea of getting another family computer, ignoring / indifferent / oblivious to the fact that Dad really needed one. The story was, Bro has a nice computer, but he was almost constantly in the middle of something so it’s mostly unavailable when Dad wanted to use it. I…
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Bufituael Relppis
Apparently this has already been posted and read a million and one times on the numerous message boards out there, but I still found it interesting nonetheless. Aoccdrnig to a rscheearch at Cmabrigde Uinervtisy, it deosn’t mttaer in waht oredr the ltteers in a wrod are, the olny iprmoetnt tihng is taht the frist and…
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My Mama Thinks I’m Fake
We were randomly chatting about our future at the brunch table, when Bro surprised us with a plan I’m not sure whether he wants to share with the world just yet – or at all. wink Anyhow, Mum made the following comment to me, in regard to what Bro said -ish, afterwards. “You could become…
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Apostrophe-Essness
The boss’ boss, or the boss’s boss? The bosses’ boss, or the bosses’s boss? Ah, I’m confused. Back in the days when I first learnt it (12-13 years ago?), I was taught to always drop the S after an apostrophe whenever I made a noun ending in S possessive. So, from what I learnt, the…
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Blue Screen of Death
My laptop! My laptop is trying to tell me something! Humming noises… she’s humming. Mumbled something about atapi.sys before she went mad. Blue. Screen. Of. 0x0000007A. Death. Infinite loop of self-rebooting. Blue Screen of Death! She begged me to format her, so I did. Fonts, gone! Brushes, gone! Everything, gone! Still humming. Not good. I…
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Shocking Discovery
There’s something I’ve never guessed, never realised, would have never thought of, living 19 years of my life so far, until today… I was walking to the train station after school with two of my closer guy classmates, when one of them felt the urge to relief himself. As we’re walking to the washrooms, they…
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I am Sorry?
For various unapprehended ulterior motives, I have undertaken the encumbrance to replenish this memorandum with perspicacious dialect. Nevertheless, veritably, I have not an inkling as to what I am speculating. Perhaps to extirpate my quondam appellation of an extant procrastinator? Perchance, alternatively, to decamp the atrocious and nefarious hunk of Medical Engineering? Despite the precedent…