seems like we got the short end of the stick.

of course, trump means ‘mean’, as opposed to the median, or about average for republican meanness. (“given the mode of several mean medians [sheldon snort]”)

Sometimes to advance as a species we have to be reminded of how not to do it. (“haven’t we already been reminded of that enough this year?”)

“We declare this the last word on coconut oil.” ... yes...? and that last word is?? don’t keep us in suspense! (“i think it’s a like a deep koan thingy. the last word doesn’t exist, or it’s whatever you think it ought to be, like spoon!”)

Don’t send email in html. (“#$@! you’re old”)

remember: this has nothing whatever to do with the already long-time and overly investigated phenomenon of fish-tailing trailers being rectified by driving faster. nothing i say!

Can’t he just continually telepathically control the nearest chunk of biceps that he’s carrying his bride over the threshold? (might have to duck a kiss or two)

i guess it falls to me to make the connection to an old Woody Allen film: Sleeper

In celebration of petty vengeance, one ought never to forget: three states and only about 77,000 votes in those states, (in concert with the atavistic electoral college), handed the white-house to trump. And those three states of infamy are: Wisconsin, Michigan, and Pennsylvania. (“you’d think Florida would be in…

Just when one presumes that the west has perfected an opportunity for shaming (school ‘P.E.’), the Japanese take it to the next level.

i fear the count-down for the posting associated with the reverse headline has already commenced (“not a vegetable this is a vagina”?)

“It was both sexy and badass..”

Wellll.... 9 outta 11 evolutionary biologists accept that diarrhea was initially the ‘purge’ button to get the nasty stuff you consumed yesterday out of your system as fast and as completely as possible, (the nasty stuff you gobbled today if detected is destined for vomiting). Think of it as evolution’s water-slide…

Starving writers’ ploy #23: when utterly bereft of ideas, introduce a time-loop.

“This Artificially Intelligent Robot Composes and Performs Its Own Music” ...just needs another few robots to sit and applaud at respectful intervals; then the whole thing can be sealed in a self-contained unit and sent into space (as a bad scifi short story)

It’s possible that this is safer than it looks due to ground effect. Of course, ‘looks’ may be deceiving, and this would have my looks curtailed with my hands secured over my eyes.

more talented hand puppetry!

A squirrely Jovian aside: The Drake equation proposes a means to estimate the number of extraterrestrial civilizations. Suppose, that in order to result in a productive planet of life that a ‘Goldilocks’ position to a star wasn’t sufficient, but that also a guardian giant like Jupiter was required at just the right…

Fingermann’s third law of robotics stories: if the plot (lamentably) depends on not being able to tell who’s a robot and who’s a human, then any believable technical details must be utterly trashed in favor of ‘deep’ social commentary. (next up: “time-loops: everyone’s least favorite plot gimmick”)

Is this Mummy supposed to be Egyptian? She doesn’t look Egyptian (“ok, you @#$! what does an Egyptian look like?” well, perhaps a bit more middle-eastern than the girl from ‘The Grudge’?). And why do some actors, who simply cannot act (tom cruise) manage to get so many acting jobs? (“cuz he often is the source of the…