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Not heard of the British Commonwealth then?
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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!
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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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I always thought my grandfather was an old fuddyduddy that never did anything exciting, just pottered around in his garden and smoked nice-smelling cigars. He used to work for British Rail somewhere.
Only after he died did I find out that:
1. He had fought in WWI as a Second Lieutenant (in the Royal Artillery), then was promoted to First Lieutenant when all the other Firsts in his troop were killed, then three weeks later to Acting Captain when all the Captain's were killed. A week or two later, his unit was surrounded by outflanking German troops and he was advised to spike all the guns, kill all the horses and surrender his men. He didn't, but instead led them in a galloping charge forward through the front line (most of the German troops were behind him at time) along behind the lines for a few miles and then back across to the British side, saving all the guns, all but one horse and all of his men. For this he got a medal (I never found out which one), was field promoted to full Captain and was Colonel by the end of WWI.
2. He was a Brigadier General by the end of WWII after having helped with the logistics of moving war materials around the railways in Britain. He was then assigned to organise the reconstruction of the German Railway system after the war.
3. He was a member and founder of a couple of Lodges for the Masons.
I wish I had known this when was still alive to talk to but he never mentioned his wartime experiences, I only found out from a great uncle and a couple of his old friends.
- I would love to change the world, but they won’t give me the source code.
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Dear Marc
I'm most probably not qualified to post a comment for this here, because my English is not safe. So please apologize and keep in mind that I'm not native English.
But I am qualified because I have experienced life with all positive and negative sides more than once.
Quote: ... was so very very inaccurate This is your point of view as a computer scientist. In my chest both hearts are beating. Please think about this when you think back to your dad.
Quote: It's sad, it's amazing, it's all over the emotional map These is the thing I would call "it is the life".
Kind regards, Bruno
modified 19-Jan-21 21:04pm.
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My dad died last year but had been gone for some time before that (dementia). He was a quiet, gentle, good man whom I miss.
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R. Giskard Reventlov wrote: had been gone for some time before that (dementia)
That's the really nasty bit. You know them, remember them, love them. And they can't remember you, get frustrated, and forget where they are...
My mother had brain cancer (as a secondary from her lung and oesophageal cancers a year after they were "cured") and it turned her brain off slowly over six months or so. Much the same effect as dementia, but progressive and at a speed where you could see it killing her "self" on a daily basis.
I think I'd rather shoot myself that put others through that. You have my sincerest sympathies.
And Herself works with Alzheimer patients every day. I have no idea how she does it.
Bad command or file name. Bad, bad command! Sit! Stay! Staaaay...
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/ravi
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