My main thing with solar is I wish they’d put panels over existing parking lots or large buildings. This is a thing that is already done in some places, this is a solved engineering problem, but in my area anywhere a solar farm has sprung up it’s been a field that previously either grew crops or was undeveloped woods. And I know the reason someone’s going to come back with: To install solar awnings over an existing Wal Mart parking lot, you need to tear up the asphalt to install power lines, build the actual structure, permitting is probably more expensive, and you have to have some or all of the parking lot down for awhile during construction restricting the use of the store. Meanwhile, clear cut 10 acres of forest and you get lumber to sell to a paper mill.

Consider a stack of solo cups. They’re tapered and designed to efficiently nest one inside another for efficient transport and storage. Though they are filled with each other, we still consider them empty. Because though they are designed to nest together, that’s not what they’re for.

You cannot fulfill your own life by filling it with similarly empty people.

Fill it with booze instead.

Batman sold his giant penny on an episode of Pawn Stars: https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=3y2JMnW5Pg4

one way and then another.

An irrational decision.

I’ve never been told my dick is small by a woman who hadn’t already told me it was big. This leads me to have two competing hypotheses about the size of my penis. It either:

1. undergoes a cycle of drastic size changes that follows a sawtooth function, gradually decreasing throughout a relationship to a minimum during the relationship-ending argument only to instantly shoot back up to a maximum upon getting with the next chick, or it:

2. Remains a consistent normal size while a series of women repeatedly told the same set of contradictory lies as a method of manipulating my feelings one way and then another.

Now to design an experimental apparatus to test these hypotheses.

He got polio and was bedridden, and he came up with this hoist system of pulleys and ropes to move himself around with, which went wrong and strangled him. So at least his death was sufficiently hilarious.

Stand back 3 wolf moon, we’ve got two sauropod lightning.

As in, they’re gonna stop making redundant bullshit proprietary memory cards in formats no one else uses?

Great. Glad to hear it. Good riddance. Don’t let the casket lid hit you on your way out.

Well if he woke up obviously the first stab didn’t kill him so I’d stab him again.

No that’s fortified swine, and it’s from Porktugal.

For me? Have a reason to tie a knot. Then you’ll tie that knot, learn why you tie that knot, and then you’ll be able to tie that knot.

I’m a flight instructor. We get prosecuted if we’re that bad at our jobs.

Some fans of Lexx.

It might be why I’m like this.

I drained an entire airplane’s fuel tank onto the hangar floor once. Wasn’t really ready to mop up 26 gallons of avgas.

Bottom center looks like a Fisher Price Fish-N-Reel toy circa 1995.

The Boombox appears to be a Lennox Sound CT-731, That listing features a picture of the bottom of its box bearing a copyright date of 2000.

Splash on some 100LL. Eau de Boomer Brain

Who won?