Sorry yeah I was trying to make that point but forgot what I was talking about as I typed it out
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When you’re born, you’re not 1. You turn 1 at the end of the year. When you are born, you are 0 years old. Birth marks age, but birth itself can extend between two dates - labour can start on a Monday, but end on a Tuesday. Then there’s also the fact that there’s a common mistake people make - the difference is not the same as counting something.
Let’s say you’ve collected some volumes of a book series. You’ve collected volumes 17 through 21. How many volumes did you collect?
If you do 21-17, you get 4. However, that’s the difference between 21 and 17.
If you list it out and count it, you have FIVE volumes, not four.
17 18 19 20 21
It’s really about how you calculate values and mark it. If you are born on Jan 1st, 2010, you don’t turn 1 until you reach Jan 1st, 2011. However, if you’re born in August 1st, 2010, you haven’t turned 1 on Jan 1st, 2011.
Great, that means were gonna fight mecha hitler in the 2040s
I am low batt years old 😎
Nah youre right it was the wrong term
more thoughts for me then ( ͡° ͜ʖ ͡°)
oh that must be why i don’t get any at all
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I mean I could but that’s because when you don’t have enough friends you make up your own
I think they said programming was math
It’s because most anvils were tuned to G. It was considered the original root scale step because anvils often worked best when tuned to G. But back in those days, it was called Sol (Solfège.) In french, Sol means ground, which is at the bottom. Ergo, every hammer driven by the smith was really just a sort of mating call that sent all the bottoms running to the smith’s doorstep. This is where the expression “she built like an anvil” comes from
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I, too, once indulged these scenarios to get the human contact I craved. My mother no longer lavished me with her form of affection - violence - so I had to rely on the only motherly and fatherly figures I had. The prom king and queen to be. It made me feel like the prom prince when they would hold me while making me bob for crapples (swirlies,) get me to join sports like dunking me into a trash can, or even just some good old fashioned cuddles like being choke slammed.
Unfortunately, nothing good lasts forever, as they moved away for college. I, being too socially inundated by my vast intellect to thrive in such a human interfacing, had to stay behind and pursue my cultural studies (hentai) and strenuous mental conditioning (nofapping.)