Knowledge is knowing a tomato is a fruit. Wisdom is knowing not to put it in a fruit salad.
Knowledge is knowing a tomato is a fruit. Wisdom is knowing not to put it in a fruit salad.
They already own a second or third house in a mountain state so they can ski in the winter. They’re already pre-migrated.
It’s a GOD, stupid. It can do whatever it wants.
How thoughtful of them to ensure that the deceased would have something to put up their butt in the underworld.
And there is some green coloration on it, indicating the dildo was once painted to look like a cucumber. Derek Smalls gets it.
Give it to me.
I hope you’re referring to the unfinished compilation Salmon of Doubt as the sixth, and not that weak sub-fanfic tripe by Eoin Colfer.
Lamb was great! Really does a fantastic job of highlighting the hypocrisy inherent in modern religious constructs.
Godel, Escher, Bach
Infinite Jest
The Lord of the Rings
The Demon-Haunted World
The Hitchhiker’s Guide to the Galaxy
Slaughterhouse-Five
Small Gods
Master and Commander
and everything else written by those authors.
The first two or three on that list might take several fits and starts to get through, YMMV, but they are WELL worth the effort, and you will come out the other side changed by the experience. The others are all pretty easily digestible, but no less transformative.
If I start to salivate in sympathetic parallel to the imagined hungry dogs, does that count?
And then I start to drool!
Tumblr goths, ffs.
My headcanon is that he tried the more technical and correct explanation, but most people he told it to started to go a bit glassy-eyed during that part, so he simplified his pitch.
The batteries things was also Morpheus’s explanation, and not necessarily a definitive fact of the fictive universe. Morpheus could have been talking out of his ass, or deliberately over-simplifying for the benefit of Neo, who he knew was kind of a dumbass.
…Why?
I assume that this thought experiment posits a space filled with the same average density of particles found at ground level on Earth. Obviously such a thing is nonsensical, but it serves to illuminate one aspect of the raw power of the Sun that we ignore, because we’re insulated from it by 93 million miles of vacuum.
Happy beanniversary. The standard gift is beans.
Saganumenousness.
It is fenced off on the grounds of the Royal Hospital in Chelsea, but some good aim with a small catapult could still get the job done.