I mean, those lions were talking shit. Honey badger ain’t no bitch.

Fuck the fuck off

sigh, same. :(

God I miss having a president that wasn’t a traitorous, Nazi scumbag piece of shit. :'(

Good. Like Lt. Aldo Raine said: “You see, we like our Nazis in uniform. That way we can spot 'em just like that.”

She did. It was, however, mysteriously very shaken up. No idea how that happened.

It’s at least evil clever.

I was chilling on the couch watching tv when my roommate came home. She left her purse on the kitchen counter, then came to join me on the couch. I realized after she sat down that I was thirsty, and I’d missed my opportunity to ask her to grab something for me when she was in the kitchen. So I sent a text to her phone, which was still in her purse on the kitchen counter.

She groaned, then got up to check her message:

“Hey, since you’re up anyway, can you grab me a soda from the fridge?”

I remember when I was a senior in high school back in the late 90s, my biology teacher mused one day that ours might be the first generation to not die of old age. I don’t know if I’m anywhere near as optimistic now as he was then, but it is incredibly exciting to think about. There have been a slew of discoveries over the past 20 years that have been building towards this, and it’s all been very fascinating. No idea if this is the grail or not, but it certainly seems like an important piece of the puzzle.

Gordon Ramsay being the unholy hatechild of John C Reilly and Ellen DeGeneres feels morally wrong, but factually correct.

You guys get 12 hours??? Must be nice.

I really like that poem “Ozymandias”, by Percy Bysshe Shelley. The point of it is: no matter what kind of outsized impact you have on the world when you’re alive, eventually no trace of you will remain, and everything you ever were and everything you’ve ever done will be forgotten.

It’s a heavy, depressing message, but I find it to be oddly freeing. If nothing you do will matter in the very long run, then you’re free to do whatever you want. Maybe you decide that you don’t care about the people 25,000 years from now and focus instead on the people in your life right now. Maybe you make it your goal to make their lives better.

You could succumb to depression and fall into a pit of despair and heavy drug use… but if nothing matters, why not spend your time making other people’s lives better instead? It feels good to make other people feel good.

You can say “With a mortar launcher.” Because that’s its own sentence.

I wonder if John Bidwell is haunted by his discovery. I know I would be. That shit is cursed as fuck.

You’ll see a lot of brutal shit like servitors (lobotomized humans turned into mechanical servants). The origin for that is that AI was once very much in use, but the computers rose up and threatened humanity’s survival, so they made it very illegal. They now use “AI”, or “Abominable Intelligence”: living humans who have been turned into computers.

Another thing that’s interesting is that humanity’s been in the dark ages for so long that nobody has any idea how their shit works anymore. So they have people, called “tech priests” who dedicate their lives to learning voodoo bullshit to keep the machines running. Essentially, they believe that the machines are imbued with souls and they have to perform certain rituals to keep the machine spirits happy. All the giant military hardware they have is thousands of years old because nobody has any fucking clue how to manufacture it anymore. Same thing for most of their computer systems.

No, no. I’m very well familiar with myself, and that guy’s a dick.

Horseshit:

“Never interfere with an enemy when he is in the process of destroying himself.”

My little guy spent some time homeless before being dropped off at the SPCA shelter. Was there for a month before I adopted him. Every time I open my door, he stares outside, then looks up at me, rubs himself on my legs, then walks over to his food dish.

Obligatory snake facts from The Fix:

https://youtube.com/shorts/J8fmQ8E7rhE

True. “Carol of the Bells” goes hard. It sounds like you’re being chased down a dark alley by a serial killer.