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Chimkin nugget
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Hey, Imaginary Percentages, cool!

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To generate Complex Demographic on a Cartesian plane.

Because… Palestine? Or buttery males? Or because they will grab onto any excuse to sit on their lazy asses instead of voting, and that impulse to do nothing intensifies with a female presidential candidate?

Yes, it is retarded. Almost to the goddamned Middle Ages in some respects. And its’ younger generations are just as stunted and stupid as the boomers they howl against. The deaf and blind screaming at the deaf and blind.

While filming Citizen Kane, director and star Orson Welles likened making a movie to playing with a toy train set, and that playful inventive spirit shines all throughout the movie.

Ooh… shots fired across the bow of the Yellow Submarine!

C’mon, plucky little yellow fellow, torpedo the sh#t outta that blue meanie m#th#rf#ck#r!

Ted Stevens.

“The internet… isn’t a dump truck. It’s a series of tubes.”

As a grown man who has always been into astronomy, have read books and magazines, watched series and documentaries for decades now, I recently felt this way again while delving into the geometries of cosmology.

Things like The Cosmic Horizon, the very far edge of light’s ability to reach us as it has travelled for 13.8 billion years, yet the source of that light is now 46.5 billion light years away from us. This is our largest cosmological compass, we can trace the circle and do some abstract math with it.

They have traced triangles inside the sphere of light that surrounds us and figured out the angles from that light, and there are two options:

1. The Universe is flat and possibly infinite.
2. If the Universe is curved, it is so incomprehensibly huge that we cannot detect its’ curvature even with our compass of 46.5 billion light years, must be at bare minimum 250 larger than what we can see, and that works out to 11.5 trillion light years in every direction from us, or a diameter of 23 trillion light years.
   Yet the Universe is only 13.8 billion years old.

I bet the judges will be grading on a curve

Lynda, definitely not.
Trump-supportin’ Karen, though…

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Hey, I know eleven of those artists/bands!

I haven’t yet seen the series, and this image, as a standalone object without context, is a work of art, I love it.

And do always remember to tell them that even some mild sinning can be INSANELY FUN!!! 🥳

🎵 ORE ROREN OTEN DAY!
ORE ROTEN DEYO!
(HEY!!!)
ORE ROREN OTEN DAY…
FATTENING UP OUR TAPEWORMS! 🎵

I’ve always been into freeform radio stations that color outside the lines, college stations like WPRB from Princeton, WFMU from NY/New Jersey, KFJC near the Bay Area, etc., have discovered a ton and a half of stuff that’s way off the beaten path and has caught my ear.

Here’s a good example I picked up around twenty years ago from KFJC, it could have been any one from too many choices to count, but for some reason this was the first song to pop into my mind right now.

If memory serves, I believe it’s a field recording taken in the Sahara Desert, a nomadic people from around Morocco or Tunisia, and can only imagine the magical environment, close my eyes to try and visualize the crisp dry Saharan air at night, a large bonfire, the sky exploding with stars above, and this trance-inducing, mystical chanting.

Halima Chedli Ensemble - “Touhami Dikr”.

Fattening up our tapeworms!

Oh look, a senile narcissist spews yet another chunk in a near-endless stream of mental diarrhea!
Better make a “news” article about it! So informed!

Who took this picture, Legolas?
One does not simply enter Akihabara.

April 12, Yuri Gagarin Day, that is Cat Day in our family’s life.

Daddy didn’t Puff himself. No, wait a minute, he did do that.
No, wait… Daddy un-Puffed to P and Diddy’d himself.
Then he un-P’d himself.