I remember my mate at school when I was 6 or so telling me your mum and dad let him. Can’t remember anything beyond that.
I remember my mate at school when I was 6 or so telling me your mum and dad let him. Can’t remember anything beyond that.
Encarta. And something I can’t remember the name of that had a man’s bald head with grey hair on the sides…
I’m not sure if I’m regular, there’s a handful of people who are spread out that I like to keep in touch with. If I didn’t search for their profiles though I’d have to scroll like mad to see their posts though. It’s a right shit show, and I’m sick of the “Good Old Days” pages.
They’ll have to be instructed and connectable somehow, or how will they know how to follow their charge, or get updates?
I’m not very knowledgeable computer tech wise, but nothing is completely secure or fail safe.
Seeing as how shit everything is, no.
Can we make them better tomorrow? I mean we’ve generated enough wealth.
I would say so. My concentration spans decimated, it’s either this or drinking. Or stress.