Nothing. It’s not our individual fault. It’s going to keep going no matter what you or I do (short of terrorism) until the whole thing crashes down around us.

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I saw a movie that had the actress that played Rita Repulsa in it as the mail order bride of a random side character who would occasionally sneak away to the bar across the street from their house and shoot ping pong balls out of her pussy.

It’s not really relevant to this conversation, but every single time Rita Repulsa is mentioned in some thread somewhere, I always go back to seeing the ping-pong balls flying from between her legs.

I think it was the movie about drag queens going across Australia.

I want to add that I know this sounds mean like I’m angry, but it’s kind of more like I’m frustrated with the impossible constraints of the mental exercise.

If I have offended you, I do apologize. It’s not my intent.

I enjoy solving puzzles, but assuming that none of your constraints can bend, then the only thing I can think of would be for you to send out a mailing list begging for money and hope that enough people respond, like a letter saying, “hey, send me a dollar and you’ll get good luck”, or something.

For $20, you should be able to send about 40 letters, and if all 40 of them send you $1, then that would meet your requirements.

If I knew how to do that, I would do it with $10,000 or $100,000 and not $20.

How the fuck are you not gonna interact with people but have cash change hands?

You can’t talk to people. You can’t meet people, but you must somehow get money from other people. The fuck.

You also can’t use banks or credit cards? How the fuck are you gonna meet someone online and get them to mail you $20?

I think if you watch Severance, he does a really good job of changing your perspective, because I had the same feeling going into Severance, and now I feel different.

Same for Brent Spiner as Data.

I can see that my reply was not taken very well, but I still stand behind it, even if it’s offensive to people, because I was raised by a parent that bought me toys in order to keep me occupied to prevent themselves from having to put any effort in to raising me

I carry a bit of a grudge about that, and that’s why my response was offensively toned, Because I know that if it happened to me, then it’s going to happen to other people.

If you were a better parent than my parents were, then my rant doesn’t apply to you, and good for you, and I’m happy that your children have such a good parent to raise them.

I have incredibly wild and vivid dreams, a handful of times a year.

My most recent one is one that has repeated a handful of times. I am in Portland for some reason and there is a restaurant with a large gravel lot.

I park and I walk up to the restaurant to order a hot dog and Colin Melloy from the Decemberists shows up. His hair is about shoulder length, he’s wearing cut off blue jean shorts and a plaid shirt. And he puts on an open air concert out in the gravel lot for free for everyone who just happens to be stopping by this particular hot dog stand.

He played songs from the Crane Wife album, which was pretty cool.

I’ve had other dreams where I’ve led choirs of priests and nuns on a musical rampage throughout New York City, singing a song I’ve never heard before and have not heard since as like this massive musical number.

I’ve had dreams where I Fight evil villains on spaceships with laser swords only to find out that the villain was my cousin.

I’ve had dreams where it’s the 80s and I am a white guy that wears white suits and sunglasses and I’m rich and I drive a red sports car that’s a convertible and I have a lot of money and that dream. I told myself, oh yeah, I’ve got to make that big purchase in the morning. I better put $50,000 under my bed so it’ll be there when I wake up. And then I woke up in the real world and immediately looked under my bed to realize that it was a dream and I’ve never been more upset to wake up in my life.

I’ve had dreams where I’m in a dark room being assaulted by demons, being told all the horrible things that there are about me, and I’m trapped to a chair, and like I’m praying to get out of this situation, and the demon laughs at me, and he flicks his finger, and while I’m stuck to the chair, it lifts up onto one leg and starts spinning around and around faster and faster and faster, trying to get my hands to unclass from prayer as the demon laughs in the darkness.

And I’ve had a recurring dream throughout most of my life, well two recurring dreams throughout most of my life, one of which is where I’m standing in an infinitely large black room on a small little pedestal, and there is a glowing, blue, thin strand of string that serves as a tightrope between here and the end of infinity, and i become aware that I am supposed to walk this tightrope.

Somewhere out beyond the darkness are a tribunal of judges who are watching me and watching my performance, as I take one step onto the string, and then I take the second step, and I realize I have to balance, and I immediately fall, and as I’m falling and I’m plummeting through infinite darkness, I hit the ground, and in real life I wake up, and my entire body convulses and bounces on the bed.

The other one that I have is there is a town, and the town has rolling green fields and sunflowers and wooden fences and white houses and paved roads intersecting through it that wind back and forth and I am driving in an old beat up blue Ford truck with the wooden slats on the truck bed. And, as I drive through the town people stop and wave at me and I wave at them because I am making a delivery and they know me and I know them and I get to drive back and forth in this beautiful, serene, peaceful, perfect town full of happiness.

I was about to say, like, the coloring of the shirt made it look like she was wearing a bra, which made the messaging about going braless kind of seem… stupid?

The thing is, is they’re always going to have a dedicated fanbase of parents who want to buy shit for their kids to keep them occupied for several hours a day so that they don’t have to participate in their children’s lives in any meaningful way.

Sorry, my brain is going so fast that my sensory motor cortex has to shift gears, otherwise I’ll burn out my clutch, Blow out my tires, wreck my transmission, crash into the wall, burst into flames, and take a family of four with me on the way out.

Apparently, in the Lakota tradition, it’s pretty common for everybody to stay asleep in the funeral home on the night before the funeral.

It’s kind of like a mixer for the recently departed.

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I’ve never gone to a website and searched for socks and been shown bicycles before.

In the original script, they would continue to meet up, fall in love, spend time together and then one or the other of them would erase the other person after which the other person would follow and then they would meet and fall in love again and this repeated until they were old and gray

Kind of funny to think about if Jesus learned English through prayers, so he assumes that “Please let me win the lottery” translates to, “Hi, how are you doing?”

I don’t know if I would call Clerks a slow-paced movie, like the plot barely advances at all throughout the entire movie, and I get that, but the movie is not really about the plot, it’s about a series of seemingly unconnected events that happen in an average, nondescript location in New Jersey, and getting to people watch as the weirdness erupts around the one seemingly normal person in the entire film.

The only thing that’s missing is the woman saying, “but I’m white!” as she’s dragged away

It kind of looks like the clitoris is holding back the rest of the anatomy to protect it from an intruder

The dude has been doing cocaine for like the last 55 years.

He probably hasn’t had a sober day in longer than most of us have been alive, And eventually, whatever dark magics it is that sustains him will fade. And we will never think of or hear about this guy ever again.