There was this one time I was looking for the matches, and they were in my hand. What I can’t remember is if I had the matches in my hand the whole time, or if I found them, grabbed them and kept on looking for them.

The statue may remain in place, but only if Mister Arthur Fonzerelli apologizes in public.

“I’m so-w-w-w-w-wrr…”
What was that, Mister Fonzerelli?
“I said I was so-w-w-w-w-wrr…”

Yeah, it’s sooooo funny… it’s heeeeeeel-larious! I don’t know about you, but I for one can’t stop laughing!

The way language is used or abused creates patterns in the mind.
I strongly suspect that this way of using language is not healthy at all, for an individual nor for a community.

Then there is also all those mediocre non-voters who empowered by default the motivated-by-hysteria, toxic dregs of society, up and down Main St. and deep within their communities and suburbs.

This, like so many other cruel unnecessary things, could have been easily avoided.
“But… but… muh puriteh! bOtH pArTiEs ArE tHe SaMe LoL aMiRiTe”
vOtE fOr A wOmAn? mE?!! wHeN PIGS FLY!!!

The mental gymnastics so many non-voters use to convince themselves that their lazy mediocrity is not a HUGE part of the problem. They exert a hundred times the energy to stab themselves in the chest with a rusty knife, and as gangrene sets in, they fancy themselves as hero martyrs, because they so bravely did nothing of value to stop this. Useless deadweight flakes that they are.

2 - 6 - 3 - 4 - 1 - 8 - 5.
The wedges you can keep.

The One Salmon Universe Hypothesis!

Did you just decohere Yoshio Nishina?!!
Go to your room, before you collapse any more wave functions.
And no Green Tea Kit Kats for you tonight.

Japan has been in the thick of quantum physics research since very near the beginning. Look up the name “Yoshio Nishina”.

Then by year two of his lockdown, Newton was inserting a tiny lever under his own eyeball, inside the eye socket, to try and figure out how the eye captures and processes light.

What time is it?
It’s Beer O’clock!

Wainscoting. Sounds like… a little Dorset village. Wainscoting.

…unless you heat them up first, to kill the bacteria; two minutes on HIGH ought to do it.

Is this LOSS?
Loss of the symmetric crystal structure!

The moral of the story is: no rusty banal or shitty memory is banal or shitty enough, for these postmodern kids nowadays to NOT commoditize it as “nostalgia”. EXACTLY like their boomer parents with their own rusty banal or shitty items in their memory bank.

“I look around me, and the horizon seems to be at the same distance everywhere I look, therefore it must be obvious: I am at the center of the Universe.”

Damn, they got to him before he could get it out.
Curse you, lizard overlords!

Orange-shooting Man!

The Battle Of The World Wars Two has begun!

Squat P, Diddly

Queso Casita