Knowledge is knowing a tomato is a fruit. Wisdom is knowing not to put it in a fruit salad.

They already own a second or third house in a mountain state so they can ski in the winter. They’re already pre-migrated.

It’s a GOD, stupid. It can do whatever it wants.

How thoughtful of them to ensure that the deceased would have something to put up their butt in the underworld.

And there is some green coloration on it, indicating the dildo was once painted to look like a cucumber. Derek Smalls gets it.

If I start to salivate in sympathetic parallel to the imagined hungry dogs, does that count?

And then I start to drool!

Tumblr goths, ffs.

My headcanon is that he tried the more technical and correct explanation, but most people he told it to started to go a bit glassy-eyed during that part, so he simplified his pitch.

The batteries things was also Morpheus’s explanation, and not necessarily a definitive fact of the fictive universe. Morpheus could have been talking out of his ass, or deliberately over-simplifying for the benefit of Neo, who he knew was kind of a dumbass.

…Why?

I assume that this thought experiment posits a space filled with the same average density of particles found at ground level on Earth. Obviously such a thing is nonsensical, but it serves to illuminate one aspect of the raw power of the Sun that we ignore, because we’re insulated from it by 93 million miles of vacuum.

Happy beanniversary. The standard gift is beans.

Saganumenousness.

It always staggers me when I remember that for roughly sixty million years during the Carboniferous Period, there were trees but no microorganisms capable of decomposing them.

Just sixty million years of branches falling off and trees falling down and… just sitting there on the ground, not rotting at all.

ChatGPT can’t count. Try to get it to compose haikus consistently. It can’t do it.

Let’s just say she wanted to be lickenpooper.

If only I didn’t have a dozen tote bags already. At any rate, the plastic bags around here all get used for disposal of pet waste. Fun project though. My kid is into crocheting and made a sort of rug out of them once.

Maybe he or someone he loves was molested by a duck. It’s been known to happen.