

Estonia
It’s just below Finland.


Estonia
It’s just below Finland.
It might be useful to mention this in the Thingiverse comments.


Mustn’t’ve groaned enough.


Chappie? District 9? Sort of related to what you’re describing.


Not American, and it was an earnest question so thank you for actually replying in a normal fashion :)


Which is the abbreviation for…


Only if they knew the exact location where the shooter was. Like to the meter.
Only if the DNA is in a database (usually of known criminals).
How can you be sure it’s not the DNA of any other person that’s been in that spot?


Fontaines D.C. comes to mind.


I did grammar school, so we had:
Dutch and English were all through school, the other ones you took for 2 years and then picked two languages to follow through on, one of which had to be Greek or Latin. I did German and Greek.


Your last sentence betrays you, machine!
I’d go with Python.
Not specifically a CRM, but can be used as such (and many other things): AirTable.
I let it simmer. If it’s still on my mind in a few weeks (sometimes months) without me setting a reminder of sorts, apparently I really do want it.
The other part is can I afford it. If it’s a bigger expense, I make sure to save up for it by setting apart what I can over a period of time. This also combines nicely with the “do I still want it” period.


Well what should I end them on?
Club Mate is my absolute favourite. Not overly sweet and lots of caffeine.
Can we do Waterworld instead?
Well, this is actually something ChatGPT is great for:
*Can you generate a list of 20 sentences in the same vein as these two:
What sorcery is this?
Even kings never knew such luxury…*
Absolutely! Here’s a list of 20 sentences in a similar whimsical, dramatic, or regal tone:
Is this the work of ancient gods?
By the stars, what marvel lies before me?
This surely belongs in legend.
Not even emperors dreamt of such splendor.
What manner of enchantment is this?
This defies the very laws of nature!
Even the heavens would weep at such beauty.
Was this forged in the heart of a dying star?
A treasure fit for the halls of Valhalla.
This is the stuff of forgotten prophecy.
The ancients whispered of wonders like this.
Not in a thousand lifetimes could I have imagined it.
The bards shall sing of this day.
Surely, this was touched by divine hands.
The very fabric of reality trembles before it.
Even the moon would blush in its presence.
This belongs not on earth, but in dreams.
A miracle, wrapped in velvet and starlight.
What alchemy wrought this wonder?
Even time itself must pause to behold it.
Want it to lean more fantasy, sarcastic, poetic, or sci-fi next time?
Where my leg men at?