Liquid War was awesome. One of my favorite things about it was that you could make your own maps using black and white bitmaps.

I’ve been meaning to try that game where you play a hole that gets bigger by devouring everything.

Never listened to OA, but Strict Scrutiny is one I listen to for Supreme Court news and analysis.

Opossums are one of those creatures that remind you just how much of evolution is driven by the rule of “good enough.” Sure, they could have evolved to have more wrinkles on their brains, or the ability to cross the road without getting crushed, or to not look like an old scrub brush that’s way past its replacement date, but they didn’t need to, because the way they are is good enough!

Look at the last handful of democratic presidential losses to see this in action:

Gore gets nominated due to familiarity. He has the charisma of a warm sponge. He loses (barely, and not the popular vote; by the way, FUCK the electoral college) to George W. “I’d have a beer with him and hey wasn’t his dad president?” Bush.

Kerry somehow rises to the top of the next democratic primary, a fact that I will never understand, because he also has the charisma of a warm sponge. Bush is familiar and a wartime president. He is re-elected in defiance of God and nature.

Obama comes along and is a once in a generation political talent. Things are pretty good for a while.

Hillary enters the primary and wins mainly based on name recognition. She presents herself as having the charisma of a warm sponge, when we all know full well that she has the charisma of a wood chipper, and since we’re pretty good at detecting artifice she loses.

In 2019 we’ve got a pretty good set of primary choices, but Biden gets into the ring and that’s pretty much fucking it, because, again, he has name recognition, so he blows past some better, younger choices and manages to leverage his name and Trump’s fuck-ups enough to win.

The pattern is that name recognition will get you a real long way, especially with low information voters, and that is a real goddamn problem when there are objectively better options who aren’t as famous.

So anyway, I think we need a constitutional amendment forbidding members of one’s immediate family from running for president after one has been president. No sons, daughters, husbands, wives, etc. Fuck dynasties. Fucking fundamentally un-American.

This is the way.

Not sure if it quite meets the standards of the question, but I keep calfskin driving gloves in my car and I love them. They’re good for when the steering wheel is too hot or too cold, they keep my hands from getting sweaty on long car trips, and they make me feel like an old-timey race car driver.

It’s true, that wasn’t an entirely fair comparison, but I was thinking about disastrous adaptations, and that one sprang to mind.

Say, for example, Kubrick and The Shining or Ridley Scott and Blade Runner or Jackson and The Lord of the Rings, as opposed to Shyamalan and The Last Airbender or Jackson and The Hobbit.

Honestly, if Jesse Eisenberg had just been doing a version of his Zuckerberg from The Social Network, it would have been fine. His whole twitchy routine was weird as fuck.

Proverbs 28:27

Those who give to the poor will lack nothing, but those who close their eyes to them receive many curses.

versus

Matthew 6:6

But when you pray, go into your room, close the door and pray to your Father, who is unseen. Then your Father, who sees what is done in secret, will reward you.

But they can’t be expected to actually pay attention to their own scripture.

Virtually anything with a Newberry Medal is highly likely to have a traumatizing beloved character death somewhere in it. Maniac Magee and Bridge to Terabithia were good examples from my childhood.

If you set up a location near a native elephant population where if an elephant brought you like a banana or something and you gave that elephant a handjob… I one hundred percent believe that the elephants would figure out the arrangement and you’d have a successful elephant brothel running in short order.

You can improve the effect by putting a couple of forks or metal chopsticks deep into the food before starting the microwave. This will help conduct the heat further down into the food during the cooking process.

Also, put a liberal sprinkling of pure silicon on top of your human food for human beings before placing it within your human consumption orifice.

What could possibly be the point of doing such a thing?

I wonder if he was trying to mate with the toilet.

And no air conditioning! Even in the summer!

“'This is the excellent foppery of the world, that,

when we are sick in fortune, often the surfeit

of our own behaviour, we make guilty of our

disasters the sun, the moon, and the stars; as

if we were villains on necessity; fools by

heavenly compulsion; knaves, thieves, and

treachers by spherical pre-dominance; drunkards,

liars, and adulterers by an enforc’d obedience of

planetary influence; and all that we are evil in,

by a divine thrusting on. An admirable evasion

of whore-master man, to lay his goatish

disposition to the charge of a star! My

father compounded with my mother under the

Dragon’s Tail, and my nativity was under Ursa

Major, so that it follows I am rough and

lecherous. Fut! I should have been that I am,

had the maidenliest star in the firmament

twinkled on my bastardizing.”

—EDMUND, KING LEAR, ACT I SCENE 2