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go into the shop,
take a pic of the card you like,
edit the pic to b&w
text it over
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- can be shared, farceblock, instogran... (bonus: even more forever data retention)
She send me a card for the birth of her child and I don't want to be rude so I just send one back.
We worked together a lot on school assignments, mostly because we both lived far away and didn't have a lot of friends in class.
But we have like nothing in common.
So after school I never bothered to contact her again until she contacted me.
We had some fairly good contact for a while, but now, years later, it's two messages a year, one on her birthday and one on mine.
It's not that I dislike her, but I don't have anything with her either.
Anyway, I hate maternity visits since I really don't like children and I don't like pretending I do.
If this was my best friend I really couldn't skip it, but it's not, it's someone who I haven't seen in years.
Alas, those old fuddy-duddies who still send physical cards via snail-mail are, unfortunately, unreconstructed reactionaries. For the most part, they think that boys should be boys, and girls should be girls. A bit odd, but it's (still?) a free country.
As for babies, you should be more welcoming. After all, they will be paying your old-age pension!
Freedom is the freedom to say that two plus two make four. If that is granted, all else follows.
-- 6079 Smith W.
They stop playing outside so I don't hear them as much
Daniel Pfeffer wrote:
IMO, those who don't have children are missing out on one of the biggest challenges (and possibly - the biggest rewards) of being human.
IMO you miss out on sleepless nights, crying, poop diapers, drool, vomit, food everywhere, a lot of mess, freedom to do whatever you please whenever you please, school troubles, and you're saving a lot of time and money.
Unfortunately, I don't miss out on the crying, the neighborhood babies are making sure of that (I live in a "starter neighborhood" where mostly couples in their late 20's and early 30's live).
They touch everything with their tiny droolish paws, especially food, which they then put back because they didn't want it after all.
Babies are ugly to boot. "He looks like his father" is basically saying his father is a bald, fat, trollish blob that's out of proportions and may be a man or a woman, but you can't tell. I only know the baby's a he because I asked the parents.
I have never liked kids, not even when I was a kid myself.
When kids are around I'm never really at ease and if they're really young I get a bit of smear fear.
It's a VERY unpopular opinion that even offends people (sorry if it does) and sometimes makes it difficult to make friends (and get dates), especially at my age
I try to shut up about it, but sometimes people ask and I'm not a liar...
It's only one of my very unpopular opinions, but the most unpopular BY FAR!
Either way one thing is sure: This Friday I am checking out from work, and from the Lounge as well (occasionally peeking at the Daily Griff). For five months I am changing tracks, going back to uni for Cinema Studies. I needed a break and this should be fun. Back in February. Cheerz!
Pop quiz: what movie is the post title implying?
"If we don't change direction, we'll end up where we're going"
I could use a royalty free version of that song, but I'm probably out of luck there. It would be for a video, even when the little star is still getting some makeup. At least I already have a royalty free version of this[^].
I have lived with several Zen masters - all of them were cats.
His last invention was an evil Lasagna. It didn't kill anyone, and it actually tasted pretty good.