Where else than the country where manufacturers are legally allowed to charge you a fee for turning on the heated seats you already paid for.

If you want to royally aggravate a police officer the way to go is telling him you’re a sovereign citizen.

I have the guilty pleasure of guffawing when sovcits squeal as they’re dragged out of their cars.

There’s still an out:

Hit a flea market or a garage sale and they’re a penny a pound. Shrinkwrap does not justify throwing 1000s of dollars but, it’s their money. I kept a Motorola 8000 until the wife told me to dispose of it or else.

I stopped packing a towel.

They finally got to watch The Cove. Sincerely I don’t recommend watching it if you intend to sleep tonight.

Or straight out of Alien:Covenant. Touch stuff with your bare hand first, find out if it’s harmful later.

On the headline alone I thought it was a piece of MH370 until I saw the photo. No mistake, it’s a piece of a the last or near last stage of a rocket.

Waiting for the corporate video showing how they’re so green that fishes themselves go and pick up the metallic nodules for them.

No Big Jim? No deal.

This exchange was part of a research project but alludes to ways scammers or intrepid workers could use chatbots to help them score a few extra bucks.

I know. It still can happen again, this time with Musk. ‘sides, what worth is piling on twitter? What purpose does it serve?

Fair but I don’t need to see that again and again.

I hide Reels but when I do it offers me to report it. If I do try to report it says it won’t tell me that I reported it. Also, Reels pops up again every time I log in.

I actually shit on twitter (don’t even have an account there) but it’s tiring to see Elon this, Musk that day in, day out. I’m not keen on leaving Giz but folks seem to work overtime to discover every new pimple in Musk’s butt to shout it out to the world.

Unfortunately we can’t live apart and let them roast to their heart’s content.

And boy can she shout. Methinks she’ll whip the AMPTP’s ass.

This must be galling to a country so addicted to entertainment.

Critchon was so fond of murdering people that once directed Critchon-ette Robin Cook’s Coma. I never understood why.