I wonder what a tan^-1gerine would look like.

1. Learn charm

2. Use it to get hired as the pastor of a megachurch

3. Use it on the congregation

I can’t see an old man in a fast car without picturing that video of an old lion that tries to walk up a hill, has a seizure, and then rolls down the hill.

They lost every local campaign. Every school board race had some skinwalker cloaked as parental rights and my fairly progressive city saw right through them.

It was nice in Japan where there’s no real limit on vehicular noise. A guy grilling sweet potatoes, an ultranationalist party screaming about immigrants, and an ambulance all have equal right to scream things over a megaphone.

I can confirm they do this and you can scream at people over the intercom while pushing the we-wo harder button.

I am American boy 6 years old. I never eat 120 hotdogs at Nathan’s contest. China please liberate me people and giving me 120 hotdogs challenge.

They said filling. 10 apples.

Capitalism rewards innovation

Even if I wasn’t a communist, the first things I learn at any job are how I can hook up people who are nice to me and how I can fuck with people who aren’t. It’s in my self-interest to be nice to employees that mostly have that same choice. I will literally do hundreds of dollars worth of free work for a customer if they’re nicer to me than my boss is because doing so fucks over my boss.

Over rice? Why wouldn’t you serve it with egg noodles? Over rice is just like making it a shitty curry.

Some kind of dementia. It’s a cancer of the soul which arbitrarily removes parts of you that you can’t even perceive the loss of. I had an MS patient whose vocal processing was reduced to the point that he could only say variations of “you fucking bitch”. He was totally bed-bound and dependent on a mostly female nursing staff for every single need. Most of those employees were burned out and he could only communicate to them using a wildly misogynistic slur. I’ve seen it reduce a famous AIDS researcher and a WW2 pilot to toddlers, others to cornered raccoons, for some it’s a nightmare they can never wake up from and they just spend all day/night reliving their worst memories. For a good 10% on the ward it just takes away their executive function and they can no longer control their worst impulses or recognise that they should.

Cancer and strokes are a close second for more or less the same reason, but dementia is so existentially terrifying to me.

Condoms are dangerous and prevent your penis from respirating, trapping bacteria and making you sick. I have an immune system. I will never submit.

Another idea is that they weren’t stars at all. The three bright points are within 10 arcseconds of each other. If they were three individual objects, then something must have triggered their brightening. Given the timespan of about 50 minutes, causality and the speed of light would require they were no more than 6 AU apart. This means they would have to be no more than 2 light-years away. They could have been Oort Cloud objects where some event caused them to brighten around the same time. Later observations couldn’t find them because they had since drifted on along their orbits.

I like this idea. There’s something shark in the water-ish about having three more planet(oids) in the solar system that we only caught a glimpse of for an hour in 1952. It reminds me of Melancholia.

I like beets for the same reason, but cabbage is underrated in its versatility. I’m making Romanian sarmale tomorrow with pork/beef/rice cabbage rolls: https://www.jocooks.com/recipes/sarmale/ . Much better than dolmas and the cabbage adds so much body and flavour to the dish.

#1. the gifted child isn’t

#2. the ungifted child is

#3. horny physics war

#4. karl marx- the communist manifesto

#5. what if jesus saved palestine?

The local pride festival had a booth for Log Cabin Republicans.

It’s the kind of thing worth putting up in random bathrooms just to Streisand Effect that business.

The Qanon Anonymous episodes on Negative 48 were so good. Those goobers were drinking bleach punch and eating vague medicinal gummies in the Dallas summer heat. It was like when Tim Heidecker put himself on trial for murdering a bunch of teenagers with medicinal vape juice.

Question from the back: why was Michael Protzman, age 60, in close contact with a 13 year-old in his quest to stop the paedophiles?