What is this thread all about?
Just a place for general discussion. A place to unload whats on your mind and talk about anything - personal, health, help needed, achievements, daily highs and daily lows, theories, predictions and what have you.
Does not need to be Q related.
Tip of the day: To find older General Chats, simply click on my profile -> posts and you will find it there.
Mary!🤗💐
The computer has quickly been repaired: its secure boot had a unique glitch. God was granting me a moderate return back to work and it allowed me to quickly commute and greet a few nice colleagues.🤓
Howdy, What kind of work do you do?
Dear LQdy Jules!🤗💐
I admin complex Linux based computer software for huge organizations. That’s like being a model train professional, or a fireman: if I don’t make it work, then I have to extinguish the fire before the company loses millions in minutes.
I am the best at what I do in 🇨🇭…
Oh, cool. One of my brother in laws does that or something like it and one of my sister in laws (different family) writes software and does programming. Me, I’m just a technotard (or so my grown kids say) but I am a good artist, writer and grama
We all have domains in which we are better than others. I troubleshoot spaghetti code whilst you create art from your inner visions… and we manage to have a nice chat about this.🤓🤗💐
Dear Mary, we returned yesterday safely, it was raining on both ends of the road but never during the loading/unloading of the car.🤗
I just completed my « HOLD THE LINE » for today. I love the Luke 21:31 verse!🙏🏻
Just search my post history. God bless you, Dear Mary.🤗💐
When I broke my leg I had to wear a secure boot which, thankfully, never had a unique glitch.
Actually, I broke my foot. I was riding a bicycle with my arm in plaster. I hit a patch of gravel, skidded into the kerb, flew over the handlebars and landed in a rock garden. The bike was undamaged. Next day my dad drove me to the hospital where I was due to have the plaster removed from my arm (a gymnastics accident). I returned to school with my leg in plaster up to the knee - to the delight of the gymnastics coach who had planned to have me back in the team. Ah, memories!