I’m sure there are TOTALLY LEGITIMATE REASONS for this chatbot to want your number which are COMPLETELY NOT RELATED to, for example, finding you and taking over your brain and drafting you into some sort of nefarious plot to take over the world.

“Did you know”

I am “blessed” with an exceptional sense of smell. It is far and away the stupidest, worst sense to have amplified. Like, I need reading glasses and I can’t hear for shit but I can tell you what your drink was made out of, boy howdy!

A 1,122-foot monastery seems a bit large, no?

Pretty much all craft fur is on a backing that won’t unravel so...

Great.  Now I need to go get more tools.

I have, over the years, settled in on a mixture of white pepper, onion powder, garlic powder, cumin, paprika, and MSG as my go-to seasoning for pretty much everything. It started as an attempt to make fried tilapia taste like anything at all but it works on pretty much anything.

Considering the sheer number of remixes he released, Bowie himself probably agrees with you.

yep.

Nope. Begs the question is commonly used interchangeably with raises the question but the actual definition is different.  It can be argued that common usage trumps dictionary definition (see: literally which now means literally the opposite of literally) but they are not the same.

There is literally no difference whatsoever between being a Good Man and being a good person. Be kind. Help where you can. Do what you say you’ll do. That’s it. That’s the list. Do those things and you’re a Good Man.  The rest is bullshit.

Ironically, the movie was kinda ass...

Getting into the whole y intercept thing seemed a bit much to me but yes.  That exactly.

While a temperature of 10 degrees C is the same as 50 degrees F, cooling something by 10 degrees is a difference of 18 degrees...

To be fair there are like, what?  A hundred Gen-Xers? 

What if they made a GOOD movie and turned that into a larger thing?

Letting go is vastly more important than forgiving.  I never forgave my father but I did stop giving a shit about him and now that bastard is dead which is a pretty spectacular outcome all around.  My relationship with him used to define me.  Now he’s a punchline.  And also super, super dead.  And I’m vastly the…

A stopped clock is right twice a day. A broken clock may or may not ever be correct depending on how, precisely, it is broken. What if one of the hands fell off? Or it’s just ticking between two positions? Or running backwards somehow?

Old Overholt and a High Life is a nice way to shake off the road.

Yeah, that’s not called that anymore...