The only things holding me back,
are the Pauli Exclusion Principle
and Coulomb’s Law!

“I need new curtains for my self-realization. That’s what the Amazon A.I. told me.”

It’s like an Excalibur that fucks with rotational symmetries, GR tensors ‘n’ shit!

Good

Although I didn’t fully understand it at the time, the reason I was so clumsy at the hookup scene, is because I was always thinking more long-term. As it turned out, I was much more comfortable in relationships, of doing fun stuff like reverse dates: have sex with my partner, then go out to dinner and/or drinks with her.

Then we realized a funny thing: when we are both relaxed, we notice nearly everyone else around us was tense about the same thing, hunting and preening, and there we were, smiling knowingly at each other, having just fucked each other’s brains out, enjoying a drink with zero stress in the mind and body.

People on the hookup scene have it the wrong way around.
If they only knew the pleasure of going out having already done the deed. Daily intimacy has this and many other perks.

ON TARGET!!! Hahahaha…!

May The Flork Be With You.

don’t forget the camera work

One element that fits under “creative problem-solving”.

That long subjective camera rush towards Ash (Campbell), the one that continued the cliffhanger end of Evil Dead 1, then lifting Ash and spinning him at high speed… I can deconstruct more or less how they did it - at regular or slow speed, Campbell strapped to a board and on an axes, etc. - but I still can’t wrap my head around the insanely good final result. It’s like… one of the best examples in cinema of something being more than the sum of its’ parts.

That’s like A Bout De Soufflé caliber gourmet shit, Jimmy!

“Why know why the Earth looked so beautiful?
Because YOU weren’t in it!”

Evil Dead Pt 2 is the best remake ever.
The same director, making the same film twice, but with a (moderately) higher budget, a lot of creative problem-solving, a defiant “We can do this” attitude, and Bruce Campbell reaching Buster Keaton-levels of physical comedy genius.
Incredible, all the way, through and through.

The Burger War Of Secession has begun…

Like in Goodfellas, cannibalizing their own community. Embezzle and steal everything you can, then torch the place for the insurance.

But in Goodfellas, the owner of the restaurant approaches the mafia and asks Paulie to “be a partner”, so he can get Tommy to stop terrorizing the place AND running up tabs he has no intention of paying.

Imagine some short mafia type with a Napoleon complex walking around the Toys R Us aisles, knocking merchandise off the shelves while harassing kids and their mothers.

I betcha the equity firms approach with a silk tongue and Wall St technobabble jabberwocky. I know those CEO business types, the read their CEO magazines chock full of pseudoscience articles like, for example, determining a personality type via their handwriting style, the hooks and curves of their calligraphy. Corporate astrology, just as gullible to fancy jargon as the proverbial Man Down The Street.

Potential voters were warned about this shit - among many other things - in 2016 and the sabotage of Merrick Garland’s nomination, the blatant republican disdain for the democratic process, the enabling of fascist frenzy already whistling at full boil.
But vote for a woman?!! When pigs fly!!!

Potential voters were warned about this shit - among many other things - in 2024, the blatant republican disdain for the democratic process, how the fascist frenzy had stormed the Capitol four years prior and people getting killed in the process, the supreme court revoking women’s right to choose, many MANY other things.
But vote for a woman?!! When pigs fly!!!

Non-voters didn’t just shit on their own drinking water, they shat on ALL our water supply. Stubbornly ignorant, erratic, impatient and petty, oh-so-precious-and-pure deadweights that they are.

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.

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.

Is this LOSS?
Loss of the symmetric crystal structure!

Queso Casita

Here’s a strange idea that just occurred to me, to further push YIMBY-ism:
Make electricity free for all those who live within a certain radius of the solar arrays.

You were expecting the storm god of the Sinai desert, maybe?

Or films from Spain. They whisper in a mumbled accent, then all of a sudden they start SCREAMING at each other.