I have my Teams status at work permanently set to https://nohello.net/en/. It’s not the women who ignore it; it’s a certain culture, which includes almost all of our customer support staff. They send me a “hi” and then they are happy to wait for the entire day for an answer they never get.

“Farther”. May have been a simple typo.

And as a father, I can confidentry say that a paper airplane that’s tightly scrunched into a ball flies the farthest in our household.

Insta360 does the same. I downloaded the app, registered the camera, and deleted the app. On my kid’s tablet; my phone is too old for the app. If GoPro only requires such a rudimentary registration, it’s a matter of 5 extra minutes. Now, if they require the app for transferring videos, that’s a whole different problem…

That’s me, today. Different brands and models, but pretty much the same items. If I have the space (inner coat pockets, for example), I also add a small notepad and pencil, and a calculator. I ain’t gonna pay for a HP-12C calculator app, when I have the fully functional hardware.

Mid to late 90s. I was never big into chewing gum, and took a stick out of politeness when someone offered.

We have a beautiful living room that seats a dozen people. Nobody ever goes there. The entire family and guests prefer to squeeze around the 6-person kitchen table or lean against the kitchen counter. And we like it that way.

The Austrian Green Veltliner is one of the few wines I always have to have at home.

So it goes.

One word: Papyrus

I fail to see why China should be compelled to help with the Straight. If it’s in their interest to do so, they will, but if there is a more price effective alternative for them, they’d take that one. The same goes for every nation.

Reminder that the name of the music group Counting Crows can be interpreted as “Murder by Numbers”.

I only win imaginary arguments with people I never met, but even those are entirely silent.

Here’s something that will probably mark me as weird: I find it strange, even creepy, when people talk, sing, hum, or make any noises to themselves. Some people tell me it helps their concentration, but I can’t even envision making any kind of sound when I concentrate.

Same here. After Rogue One, I got really excited about the new movies. Thought TFA was a fluke, but the next one was far worse. Stopped going to the cinema after that. Then I had kids, and now I’m going again, to see Spongebob and Super Mario. How the mighty have fallen…

Controversial? Perhaps for US business interests, but not for European consumers.

(From what I know, the farmers in my country are unhappy about the deal, but they have been unhappy about so many things that everybody largely ignores their complaints.)

“You see, I’m a bilingual. I’m a bilingual illiterate. I can’t read in two languages.”

My wife just sticks her fallen hair on the wall tiles. From the moment I first saw it I knew she was a keeper.

Unhinged: You Oughta Know by Alanis Mortisette. Listen closely to the lyrics for way too much information.

Hinged: Hard to Say I’m Sorry by Chicago. Such a sweet melody that I’ve heard it playing on weddings, of all places…

It’s 10 in the evening, and the kids are asleep. The house is organised for the chaos of the next morning. It’s dark and quiet. I browse Flickr for inspiration, and when I find some, I pull out my oil pastels and spend the next hour in bliss, unaware of the passage of time. Just me and colours, their blending, smoothing, scraping what doesn’t work, perhaps some texture with a palette knife, etching out details. Oil pastels are very forgiving, and they don’t let you go into too much detail. They are perfect for people like me who didn’t have too much art training, and who really enjoy the process of art creation. So, in short, I enjoy the process naturally, through a medium that allows me to do so.

(I’ve done my share of charcoal works, but there the final product is far more enjoyable than the tedious process. I prefer the process.)

Well, there goes my childhood…