I’d say it depends on whether you were singing it to me or not. Songs kind of have to keep these things brief a lot of the time. Also, the lyrics of this song don’t make much sense to begin with. 🤷
I’d say it depends on whether you were singing it to me or not. Songs kind of have to keep these things brief a lot of the time. Also, the lyrics of this song don’t make much sense to begin with. 🤷
A presidential pardon is an admission of guilt.
Damn outdated maps.
A CPC is literally next to the Planned Parenthood in the town where I grew up.
And since it’s Indiana, the Planned Parenthood is a lot less effective than it used to be.
There are worse ways to spend your life than chasing the American dream. But once you’ve found it, like I did in Vegas, what’s called the old Psychiatrist’s Club, then it is kind of puzzling. You feel kind of naked and alone out there, because once you’ve found the dream, it is generally just a slab of burned-out concrete in Las Vegas called the old Psychiatrist’s Club, then it’s kind of hard to go on from there on the same.
Who is “us” here?
What a sense of fucking entitlement. You absolutely have to shoot your incendiary device right now during a drought because AIN’T NO DROUGHT GONNA TELL ME WHAT I CAN SHOOT OUTTA MY SHOTGUN!
Even if the fire doesn’t kill anyone directly, the reduction in air quality will probably kill some people indirectly.
100%. That’s why it took me until the end of June to join Lemmy even though the blackout was on June 12th.
And I was already hating Reddit before the blackout. But FOMO made me stay and I feel bad about it.
No vegans dispute this.
I’ve actually seen vegans dispute that. I have no problem with veganism. It is not a bad idea. I don’t eat meat, but I do not have the willpower (or the money) to be a vegan.
But I have seen that.
Delicious screams. With butter.
Douglas Adams seemed to think so.
“Your wife,” said Arthur, looking around, “mentioned some toothpicks.” He said it with a hunted look, as if he was worried that she might suddenly leap out from behind a door and mention them again.
Wonko the Sane laughed. It was a light easy laugh, and sounded like one he had used a lot before and was happy with.
“Ah yes,” he said, “that’s to do with the day I finally realized that the world had gone totally mad and built the Asylum to put it in, poor thing, and hoped it would get better.”
This was the point at which Arthur began to feel a little nervous again.
“Here,” said Wonko the Sane, “we are outside the Asylum.” He pointed again at the rough brickwork, the pointing, and the gutters. “Go through that door” — he pointed at the first door through which they had originally entered — “and you go into the Asylum. I’ve tried to decorate it nicely to keep the inmates happy, but there’s very little one can do. I never go in there myself. If I ever am tempted, which these days I rarely am, I simply look at the sign written over the door and I shy away.”
“That one?” said Fenchurch, pointing, rather puzzled, at a blue plaque with some instructions written on it.
“Yes. They are the words that finally turned me into the hermit I have now become. It was quite sudden. I saw them, and I knew what I had to do.”
The sign read:
“Hold stick near center of its length. Moisten pointed end in mouth. Insert in tooth space, blunt end next to gum. Use gentle in-out motion.”
“It seemed to me,” said Wonko the Sane, “that any civilization that had so far lost its head as to need to include a set of detailed instructions for use in a package of toothpicks, was no longer a civilization in which I could live and stay sane.”
He gazed out at the Pacific again, as if daring it to rave and gibber at him, but it lay there calmly and played with the sandpipers.
“And in case it crossed your mind to wonder, as I can see how it possibly might, I am completely sane. Which is why I call myself Wonko the Sane, just to reassure people on this point. Wonko is what my mother called me when I was a kid and clumsy and knocked things over, and sane is what I am, and how,” he added, with one of his smiles that made you feel, Oh. Well that’s all right then. “I intend to remain.”
It’s not about whether it will change minds. It’s about whether he thinks it will change minds.
I said above, it’s still blackmail. The message is “remember what we have that people haven’t seen yet.”
100% that’s what this is. “Remember what we have that we aren’t showing.”
Oh I see, Bernie Sanders was only an ultra-capitalist far-right Republican during the years he was in the Democratic Party, like when he ran for president.
Boy, we sure dodged a bullet there.
Julia was twenty-six years old… and she worked, as he had guessed, on the novel-writing machines in the Fiction Department. She enjoyed her work, which consisted chiefly in running and servicing a powerful but tricky electric motor… She could describe the whole process of composing a novel, from the general directive issued by the Planning Committee down to the final touching-up by the Rewrite Squad. But she was not interested in the final product. She “didn’t much care for reading,” she said. Books were just a commodity that had to be produced, like jam or bootlaces.
– George Orwell, 1984
I don’t get the idea. Prison on the outside, anarchy on the inside. Who came up with that concept?
By being the last LGBTQ+ politicians ever elected in the U.S.
Before you read it, you should listen to the original 2 seasons of the radio series (they did more seasons after Douglas died based on later books).
The first two books were based on the radio series, although there are some differences.
But I think the two seasons of the original radio series is the best version of the story. The later seasons less so.
You can listen to it all here, but I would stop at 206.
https://archive.org/details/hitchhikers-guide-to-the-galaxy-bbcr4/02+The+Hitchhiker’s+Guide+to+the+Galaxy