Needs one more square on the right-hand side saying “YES”.

Coconut Earhart Pizza Crab

Then all-depression humor all the time isn’t humor anymore, you know? It’s just… depression.

I say we take off and drop the ring from Gandalf’s eagles. It’s the only way to be sure.

Don’t forget how:

"I’m NOT voting for an entire apparatus of executive government with thousands of employees, I’m ONLY voting for a charismatic messiah godking, because I’m still little more than a medieval peasant looking to be mesmerized.

Then if fascists take over the nation (again) and the most vulnerable among me suffer from it (again and again and again), that’s not MY problem. While (somehow) fancying myself as enlightened and special and pure. I’m at the center of my goddamned Universe!"

The Supreme Court, and how republicans effectively staged a coup of it in 2016 by turning their back on Merrick Garland, then packed it with corrupt right-wing zealots? “Not MY problem!”… until it is, but by then it’s way too late.

Dude trying to get it from first principles!
Which is what I also lean towards. Give it to me step by step and I need to clearly map out each one… then the mind wanders and when I snap back to attention, I’ve lost the plot already, my mathematical surroundings are unclear, disorienting.

Add to this an erratic series of math teachers - some of them good, some of them blah - and this day trigonometry to me is a jumbled mess, but I loved calculus and was pretty good at probability and statistics.

Starring… a de-aged Brad Douriff, in the role of a lifetime!

Meanwhile, Ignacio over there, aka Nacho:
What am I to you, chopped liver, güey? Cabrón…

Can any mere man wield such ferocious, blinding power?
A terrifyingly, beautiful thing to behold. But only just a glance.
I’m scared, feel like… like an Upper Neolithic man witnessing Nikolai Tesla inside his Faraday cage, as the bright blue electric current crackles and arches all around him.

Go home, evolution, you’re drunk… or tripping balls on a heroic dose, sounds more like it.

The red chair of death… to the lumbar region.

also bOtH pArTiEs ArE tHe SaMe I hAvE aN iNfOrMeD oPiNiOn!

A chronic compulsive content-stealer creature like gallowboob might have encompassed that 15% all by himself.

When I was a kid, our family’s portable stereo had a bunch of weird radio bands on it, by which I mean anything other than AM and FM, the edges of some shortwave bands picked up the radio chatter of local fishermen here and there.

One time a friend and I stumbled into one of these conversations, the engine of some boat had stalled, my friend plugged in the headphones into the microphone jack and started to talk with the guy on the other end.
Of course he wasn’t, but his improv and timing was impeccable, it really did seem like the setup was working as a transmitter also.

Decades later, I still clearly remember the way my friend mimicked an adult and technical conversation to a tee, promising to the stranded fishermen that backup was on the way… into the right earcup of a set of headphones.

It could be broken down into a couple of further categories somewhere in the middle:

1. Where probes have landed - Venus, Moon, Mars, Titan, a couple of asteroids/comets.
2. Where probes have only flown past - Mercury, a few asteroids/comets, Jupiter and its’ main moons, Saturn and its’ moons (except Titan, see above), Uranus, Neptune, Pluto, Ultima Thule (now officially named 486958 Arrokoth).

Is Brexit an ignorant, lazy, myopic tantrum you can undo?

Especially when you keep on giving the goddamned Tories the keys to the castle in every election that matters.

nAh I’m NoT vOtiNg MaTe PoLiTiCs Is FoR wAnKeRs sHaLL wE gO fOr dRiNkS iNsTeAd?

Back when Australia was still remote and exotic, before Crocodile Dundee even, a lot of people back in the day thought he sang:
“He just smiled and gave me a bit of my sandwich”,
which would have also made for a fantastic lyric in a very silly way.

Ooh la lá!
Zoot allors!

I don’t know… I think she zoomed past the potato and plowed straight into the ambrosia salad.

Witness me, honey, here, hold my sandwich. Hey kids… KIDS! Settle down back there, jeez… pay attention, we’re about to ride all shiny and chrome.

“AWESOME!”

(proceeds to perform a Clark Griswold station wagon jump)