YYYY-𝓜𝓜-DD
I like my months fancy.
YYYY-𝓜𝓜-DD
I like my months fancy.
Oh, hello, my new favourite least-favourite word.
Our nukes strike fear into anyone who happens to be within a couple hundred meters of our launch sites while not wearing a good helmet.
That was my first thought. I’d happily have one of these, but wall-mounted somewhere with high footfall, displaying a dashboard of some kind.