"I will have my revenge. And Deathstalker, too." Or, "Ah, boy, I’m just so tired of all these Deathstalkers."
"In Memoriam" by Rob Cantor
we should talk more about how ‘macaroni’ in 18th century england was used to mean ‘fashionable’ because a bunch of rich young dudes went to italy and really liked the stuff there
language is weird
humans are weird
Mystery solved: (X)
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The Google trend for the search query “quadratic formula”.
It repeats in the same pattern every year. Down in summer, up in September, down again in December and up again in spring time before going down again in the summer. And so it goes on forever.
Spectacular food packaging decays with its contents
Swedish design studio Tomorrow Machine believes that the relationship between food and packaging should be symbiotic, with containers surviving only as long as their contents. In a vividly colored series entitled “This Too Shall Pass,” the company showcases three items, each of which looks more like an ornament than a household product.
Yes please more of this thank you!
scott aukerman name cards, season one
This is a hell of a way to start a Friday. Thanks perpetua. Perturbator - “She Is Young, She Is Beautiful … ”
NO “TELEPHONES”. TALK TO EACH OTHER. FACE TO FACE ONLY. WRITE A LETTER. SEND A TELEGRAM TO YOUR MOM. PRETEND IT’S 1860. LIVE.
NO ‘WRITING’… TALK TO EACH OTHER. THROW A ROCK AT YOUR MOM. PRETEND IT’S 10,000 BCE. LIVE.
URGGA. ROU GRAAURH. RUH.
<SMACKS HANDS ON WALL WITH PAINT.>
NO ‘HIGHER BRAIN FUNCTIONS’ …USE YOUR REPTILIAN BRAIN
EAT YOUR MOM’S CORPSE SHE DIED TO PROVIDE YOU WITH SUSTENANCE
PRETEND YOU HAVE JUST AROSE FROM THE SEA
NO “MULTICELLULAR TRAITS”….. USE YOUR SYMBIOTIC MITOCHONDRIA
REPRODUCE ASEXUALLY, YOU’RE YOUR OWN PARENT
PRETEND IT’S 2BYA
NO “LIFE.” USE FUNDAMENTAL PHYSICAL FORCES TO FORM SPHERICAL OBJECTS REVOLVING AROUND ONE ANOTHER IN SPACE.
FUSE HYDROGEN INTO HELIUM USING GRAVITATIONAL PRESSURE TO PRODUCE HEAT AND LIGHT.
PRETEND IT’S 4.5BYA.
STABILIZE INTO EQUILIBRIA
NO “MATTER”. EXIST IN THE VOID WITHOUT PURPOSE OR MEANING.
THERE IS NO “YOU”, ONLY THE VAST CONCEPT OF NOTHING.
TIME DOES NOT EXIST.
Like how Choire Sicha sings to his cats, "I’m looking at that cat in the mirror. I’m asking cats to change their ways." Or how my uncle used to sing “Everybody’s haaap-pyyy” over the Curb Your Enthusiasm theme song.
Well do any of you have one or two songs that usually serve as the melody for…
I do this all the time, but these songs must be in a part of my brain that I can only access while I’m actually singing them.
A bot that automatically retweets anyone who says they’re working on their novel.