It’s projecting. And delusion.

First words are also often ‘mam’ ‘mum’ and a bit later ‘da’ or ‘pa’, not because babies love their parents, but because those are the easiest sounds to mimic.

So we adopted those sounds/words to mean mother and father. Not the other way around. We are really good at finding arguments to fit our view and narrative.

I think the writer meant to say ‘gone rogue’ instead of ‘AWOL’. Just poor writing skills.

These look nice. Haven’t seen them in the EU yet.

I wear a lot of clarks shoes and I have found that it greatly depends on the model. I have two pairs (craftdean wing, I think) that are easily six years old and I wear them a lot. Just service them once a year and they still look like new. But I owned another pair (not wings, they were dressier) that lasted me only two years. Perhaps the shoes in the outlet are not the sturdiest?

I have some wallabees and desert londons too and they used to be lower quality because the crepe sole would wear out fast. Last year I bought the black EVO versions and they barely wear out at all.

So clarks is still good in my book. I have two pairs of chelsea boots of the brand vagabond too, and they are great too!

Good chance the upper class were already familiar with the spices. The LSD and Warheads candy on the other hand…

I’m Belgian. We have three national languages. One is my native language, I’m pretty good at another and I can express myself in the third. I also know English and have notions of a few other European languages. Though some Belgians only know one language or maybe two, most of us can hold our own in three or four. Sometimes more.

So let me just say this: learning a language will really open up a new part of the world for you. That’s not some stupid motivational shit to put on language textbooks. You’ll start to laugh at different jokes, pick up habits, views and culture that would have passed you by completely. It’s really hard to explain this to people who grew up in a mono-culture, but you are really, really missing out.

Very much a coffee person here, but more quality oriented than quantity oriented. I drink two cups every day, sometimes three, but only if it is good. I’d much rather drink no coffee than bad coffee. And I’m véry particular about what I call good coffee.

They kind of stare at you as if you just farted in the most obscene way possible.

Or they passive-aggressively make you repeat what you said until you say it ‘right’.

Or they reply in a kind of exaggerated broken English.

‘Nonante’ is used in the French-speaking part of Belgium, but it’s generally frowned upon in France.

I (36m) read this recently and I couldn’t shake the feeling that I would have liked this a lot more if I had read it fifteen or twenty years ago. It was very clever at times, language-wise it was buzzing, but it felt very hollow and adolescent at times too.

*Sad Belgian noises

Shake it, baby!

Duke Nukem would like to have a word with Halo.