LG showing off 5 inch flexible screen for smartphones.
LG will be showing off their latest flexible and unbreakable 5 inch OLED display at this weeks SID display week in Vancouver.
The plastic display will be shown off alongside other 5 inch and 7 inch HD Oxide TFT panels which have a bezel that’s only 1mm wide, allowing for smartphones and small tablets with virtually no frame or border.
Sometimes when I put a code in it will come up wrong for ages and say that I have a missing command or an unexpected else and I will search the code for the thing that’s wrong and find nothing. Then I refresh the page and write out the code again writing the exact same thing and it will be accepted. Not cool bro. Makes it difficult to tell when I’ve genuinely done something wrong or when code academy is just trolling.
I seriously loved that doctor who episode so much. I don’t want to spoilers for the muricans who haven’t seen it yet. But motherfuck. I just. akjfdskhfsgjnskgjdfhdfhdh. I mean there were some plot holes. But whatever. it’s the doctor. Plot holes are just holes in reality that he makes that mean he’s allowed to do whatever he wants. Who even cares. Fucking doctor you are so cool Matt you are such a wonderful actor I just
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if anyone needs me i’ll just be staring at my laptop for the next hour trying to figure out what the hell i just watched
does this mean we’ll get Time War info for the 50th???
same. omfg. I literally. Just. What even. Doctor. Please. omfg. so good. So pretty.
Mind-Bending Photo-Manipulations by Erik Johansson
Erik Johansen’s pictures are worth more than a thousand words. The German born, Swedish based photographer enjoys nothing more than manipulating the mind with his tantalizing visual imagery. His vivid imagination and surreal forms create brilliant pictures of surreal moments, all with a hint of the believable. Originally a computer engineering student, Johansson currently works on personal projects as well as commissioned ones.
You really only understand how drunk you are when you’re peeing
If you’re peeing and drop your phone down the toilet you know it has gone too far
I often wonder at many points in the day while I’m tying my laces or putting things on the shelves what other people in the world are doing at that exact time. How many people are having sex or fighting or brushing their teeth. How many people are giving birth or getting ready to fire the next round at the supposed enemy. I wonder about a girl in some lab somewhere injecting things into mice repeating the same experiment she’s been doing for the past 6 months. About the people buying chocolate bars from their nearest cornershop. How many people are sitting exams or immersed in nightmarish dreams. Who’s just had their heartbroken by a guy named David who lives 2 bus rides away and plays the viola to his pet dog. How many people are trying to cross the border into the next country, who’s hanging their washing on the line or plucking their eyebrows because the girl at school made a joke about her having a monobrow. Who’s reading the catcher in the rye right now or crying tears of mirth or experiencing an adrenaline rush from the thrill of a rollercoaster. Who’s taking photo’s of wildlife revelling in the splendour of the natural world and who’s making portraits of city skyscrapers reveling in the splendour of our created world. Who’s on a plane to a weekend paradise and who’s injecting paradise into their veins in the dusty corner of a halfway house.
It’s spring again and the flowers are exploding in your garden. You never get any of the postcards I send you from three streets away even though you say you do. I’ve made a list and I tick each one off before I drop it in the mail box like a time bomb. Not a single one has gone off yet. On them are faded pictures of Berlin, but you wouldn’t know even though you’d pretend you’d know if you did know. The postman made a bet with his neighbour that you keep bullets in the buds of your magnolias and if one of them kills him he’ll be the first millionaire that post office has ever seen. I ask you what I write to you about. You say oh-you-know because you don’t know. I write to you telling you what it’s like living on this side of the picket fence and in my last postcard I asked you when was the last time you got a splinter that you didn’t remove because there’s a fleck of wood under the skin of your ring finger and I don’t think you’ve noticed it yet and I really like it when you fiddle with your fingers when you’re nervous and there’s something on your mind and there’s something falling off your mind and there’s something falling off your mind onto the cement and smashing into a thousand tiny pieces and I like giving myself splinters when I walk home barefoot. I want more of your thoughts inside me. I want more of you inside me. This is not a valediction. This is a perfectly valid introduction.
It’s spring again and the flowers are exploding in your garden and your parents’ two-dollar store has run out of party poppers.
If someone is claiming to be a wizard, and is offering to make you invisible for the low low price of $500, there’s probably a good chance he’s full of shit. One Iranian man learned that the hard way, when his brazen bank robbery quickly went bad, because he wasn’t invisible as promised.
I am crying. This sounds like an onion article
