Today is the national mourning day for the Dutch victims of MH17. The first 50 bodies will arrive in the Netherlands this afternoon around 4pm. The minute before the plane with the victim’s bodies lands the entire country will have a minute of silence. In Amsterdam there will be a silent procession, where the participators are asked to wear white. There will be no commercials and appropriate broadcasts on radio and television.
We lost 193 Dutch citizens this past Thursday. Many families have been ripped apart. Everybody in the Netherlands, directly or indirectly, seems to have known someone on this plane. We are a small country. We are not used to this kind of terror, this generation of Dutchmen is not used to this kind of terror. I have no idea what this brings for the future, but just for today is does not matter yet. Today we remember. Today we think about all those lives lost on that plane. About all those families and friends who lost their loved ones in a useless plain crash.
Think about those people today. And think about the people you love who are still there. Appreciate them, be aware.
Tim and Regis; I will think about you most today. My old colleague and the brother of my friend. It is just not fair. Slaap zacht, mannen.
Rest in peace, Laurens. Thank you for everything.
So @TheCapitolPN tweeted this
which was promptly deleted. (G-Bb-A-D are the notes to Rue’s whistle.)
But if you had clicked inspect element before it was deleted
"You silence our voices, but we are still heard."
HOW COOL IS THIS MARKETING?!?! Like the rebels are hacking into the capitol’s twitter!!!!
I love it when marketing folks do the smart.
BOND is a tiny touch module. It can be a pendant or a bracelet but it comes in pairs. You keep one and you give one to a friend. When you touch it, your friend feels it. No matter where they are on the planet. We don’t do tweets, we do tickles.
we need this
gonna put it on my dick
THAT IS NOT THE INTENDED USE SIR
This is actually so cool because some people wear bracelets and necklaces and things as comfort items. I used to wear a necklace from my grandma to remind me of her and I would touch the pendant on it when I was feeling down or stressed. So imagine (if she were still alive), every time I did that she would know I was thinking of her, drawing strength from her.
And then imagine poking it and the other person feels it and pokes back and you end up in a real life facebook poke war.
I would send messages in morse code
magine you and your best friend have one. When the friend dies, he/she is buried with the bracelet. A couple weeks later, you feel someone touch your wrist.
Well this escalated from cool tech to perverted hilarity to something heartfelt then finally something out a creepypasta
Psst, costume department, how about you leave Killian in his leather pants and shirt.
It’s only been ten hours since the last crisis, and he probably didn’t have time to put on his vest and jacket. Emma probably grabbed his hand and yanked him out of his room at Granny’s, after dressing and then retrieving the clothing that was flung around the tiny room.
They didn’t want to be late to a family outing/potential crisis.