Feels silly but I’m jazzed about my pen hitting the end of its ink life this week.
Also I can write my name super small.
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Feels silly but I’m jazzed about my pen hitting the end of its ink life this week.
Also I can write my name super small.
Damn that’s itty bitty
Learning React JS or at least a bit of it.
Didn't realize until recently that since I knew a bit of HTML, CSS, and vanilla JS that it wasn't like learning a new language. It was essentially like learning a new way to mix aspects from all three.
One time as a 19-year-old, I planned out an entire Traveler campaign in the span of two weeks. 46 planets, each with distinct cultures, local flora and fauna, and a unique questline for each one. There was an overarching plotline about a Doctor Sinestar abducting people and stealing tech. I basically spent two weeks in my room furiously typing from when I woke up until I fell asleep at my keyboard, ignoring my bodily functions until my body forced me to take care of it. It was a race against burnout, and I won, but at what cost?
I regularly finish the ink of a Bic pen.
they taste awesome, right??
I can wiggle my ears
I personally have finished three chapsticks from top to bottom.
That's easy. I did that this weekend!
(using them correctly, not eating them.)
Oh. Uh. Nevermind.
How many you finish by eating them?
Most of that was in my youth so I don’t know. at least 10
I 100%-ed FFX-II. I don't recommend this.
I was watching a friend who was trying to get all the blue mage spells and I was baffled my his level of dedication. I didn't even unlock that class...
I know RPGs are grindy sometimes, but X-2 wasn't enjoyable to me, at all. 2/10, more Rikku.
I admire your dedication.
Was 10 the one with blitzball? I never went past that arena, that game should have been released as a standalone, fun as fuck.
Yep. I 100%-ed X as well, but that wasn't nearly as bad.
🤣
I can consistently separate the chocolate from both waffles without breaking any of them with Hanutas. And I can do the same for Prinzenrolle but with slightly less consistency. The latter are more dependend on temperature.
I managed to keep the same pair of sunglasses for nearly 20 years.
I lost them when I was helping my sister move and her mother-in-law mistook them for hers. By the time we figured it out she couldn't find them.
I finished Heavy Barrel on one credit, in the exact same time it took Ride the Lightning to play through on a walkman.
I'm really good at tearing away paper towels from the toll with one hand
I can get my tongue inside my nose from the inside. Helps cleaning out the nose and nasal passages.
Are you an alien?...
I was a curious kid and can do this for a long time. I found out later that this is an established yoga technique called "Khechari Mudra".
There is even a Wikipedia page: https://en.m.wikipedia.org/wiki/Khecar%C4%AB_mudr%C4%81
Wow. I dislike that greatly.
I'm downtown right now. For me that's big. I hate the city. It feels like one big cage and there's too many people. This whole time I just want to run away and let them throw me in jail for skipping jury duty but I'm keeping it together. So that's a w I guess
That's awesome.!
Every once in awhile, I will wash, dry, and FOLD all my laundry in one day.
I answered a ringing payphone, just like in the movies.
Had that happen in an elevator. Elevator call boxes have a phone line for emergencies.
RING!
(pushes button)
"Hello?"
"Hello, who is this?"
"This is an elevator."
"No, seriously, who is this?"
"No, seriously, this is an elevator."
(Everyone in the elevator starts laughing)
"OMG... this really is an elevator!"
"Well, yeah, that's what I told you."
"How are you talking to me?"
"The call box started ringing so I pushed the button."
"Um, OK, can you hang up now?"
"Well, there's no real phone, just a button and a speaker, so I think you have to hang up."
(CLICK)
This happened to me one time like 15 years ago. I was sitting on a bench and a pay phone next to me started ringing. I picked it up and the local police department was on the other end.
They said they'd gotten a 911 call from this number. I said this was a pay phone and they were like, "Oh. Are there like, any kids or teenagers around?"
I looked around. There was a big group of teenagers maybe 30ft from where I was sitting. "Yep, there's a few nearby."
They said, "It was probably them. But we're gonna send someone by just to make sure everything's okay."
A few minutes later a cop came by and asked if I was the person they spoke to on the phone. "Yep." He looked around and verified there was no emergency and then left.
What did it say? Don't leave us hanging, goddamnit!
I was in a train station, a woman was looking for her skateboarder son who was supposed to be waiting for the next train. He wasn't there.