“If if feels like more than two fingers, it’s probably a dick.” - Mary Todd Lincoln

In a perverse way, I kind of want them to win. I want the organisers to be forced to say the white part loud.

LEAVE IT THE FUCK ALONE FOR THE LOVE OF GOD

GPS. I know how it works in principle* - but it’s still magic that I can be in the most remote spot in the world and still get my exact bearings to the nearest square metre.

( * Triangulate from the time offsets in ping messages from four or more satellites with synchronised clocks, right?)

“Has the level of your inner struggle ‌reached the stage ‌of you negotiating with yourself?”

God DAMN

The Greeks and the Persians go way back.