I didn’t need more reasons to not go to Disney*, but I’ll add this to the pile.

A timely and well executed reference, for sure.

Akin to that old astronaut joke, “My life depended on 150,000 pieces of equipment – each bought from the lowest bidder.”

mmm EGGG 8ALAD SAMDIVICH

Who knows, it might be the find out millennium… or 10.

Push the button, Frank.

Chlorine, Florine, and That Guy are all roommates.

I also like a bit of beaver scent gland juice added in.

Sometimes my inner monologs have to shout over my inner radio station. Which is now playing “Where is My Mind” by The Pixies, on loop.

I’ll never forget that number but, if I lost my access to me contacts, I’d never be able to call parents, siblings, or friends.

Steakhouses and nicer restaurants, at least on the west coast of the US.

Blackberry sauce for steaks is somewhat common, and delicious.

What are they cooking with they need to put that into a stud? Was it common for them to set their tungsten rolling pin atop and then hang their lead apron from the edge? Did they have a recipe that calls for a pinch of neutron star?

… from New Jersey

I’m too lazy to take pictures, but I have a synology sitting in an Ikea Kalix and an older laptop mounted to the other side of the wall (that the kalix is against), which is a bathroom in my garage.

We had contractors working last summer and let them use the garage bathroom. After the 3rd day I overheard a few of them developing conspiracy theories for why we have a closed laptop mounted to the wall and with fans that would occasionally cycle up.

Divorce yourself from algorithmic feeds. They’re basically used as Soma.

Never have, never will. Supporting hate to eat mistreated animals doesn’t sound tasty.

I said, if I was smart, that I would save up for a piece of string
and a rock to wind the string around.

Its made by soaking leaves in gasoline, stomping on them with dirty logs and feet, and pouring on lime and concrete after that mush has dried. Don’t worry too much about what you snort it with.