Needs one more square on the right-hand side saying “YES”.
Needs one more square on the right-hand side saying “YES”.
Coconut Earhart Pizza Crab
Then all-depression humor all the time isn’t humor anymore, you know? It’s just… depression.
Starring… a de-aged Brad Douriff, in the role of a lifetime!
Can any mere man wield such ferocious, blinding power?
A terrifyingly, beautiful thing to behold. But only just a glance.
I’m scared, feel like… like an Upper Neolithic man witnessing Nikolai Tesla inside his Faraday cage, as the bright blue electric current crackles and arches all around him.
Go home, evolution, you’re drunk… or tripping balls on a heroic dose, sounds more like it.
The red chair of death… to the lumbar region.
also bOtH pArTiEs ArE tHe SaMe I hAvE aN iNfOrMeD oPiNiOn!
When I was a kid, our family’s portable stereo had a bunch of weird radio bands on it, by which I mean anything other than AM and FM, the edges of some shortwave bands picked up the radio chatter of local fishermen here and there.
One time a friend and I stumbled into one of these conversations, the engine of some boat had stalled, my friend plugged in the headphones into the microphone jack and started to talk with the guy on the other end.
Of course he wasn’t, but his improv and timing was impeccable, it really did seem like the setup was working as a transmitter also.
Decades later, I still clearly remember the way my friend mimicked an adult and technical conversation to a tee, promising to the stranded fishermen that backup was on the way… into the right earcup of a set of headphones.
The legacy is irreparably tainted. He abused a position of influence to push a personal vendetta and in the process, helped the kremlin inject a political cancer into western society.
Assange turned out to be just as much a megalomaniacal, petty little tyrant as those he pointed a sanctimonious finger at, to the cheers of those who saw him as a “friend”, when he was only just “the enemy of my enemy”.
It could be broken down into a couple of further categories somewhere in the middle:
EDIT: on further thought, there’s another one in between those two.
Where probes have orbited - Mercury, Venus, Moon, Mars, Jupiter, Saturn.
I don’t know… I think she zoomed past the potato and plowed straight into the ambrosia salad.
Witness me, honey, here, hold my sandwich. Hey kids… KIDS! Settle down back there, jeez… pay attention, we’re about to ride all shiny and chrome.
“AWESOME!”
(proceeds to perform a Clark Griswold station wagon jump)
Did somebody input those “life in the year 2000” drawings from the good ole Queen Victoria days, plus “gators”, into the AI image generator?
Where’s the mullet, with Van Halen and Aerosmith and Skynyrd?
Pluteroptcracy
The Fellowship Of The Whale, a Darren Aronofsky film.
accidentally