I picture someone like Grand Mage & Dervish Paul Dirac cracking his Special Relativity knuckles as he takes the challenge, “right then…!”

Curious. Do you often feel there are three ELIZAS in a trenchcoat?

That last line should end with:
NOW HERE IS MAMBO NUMBER FIVE, ON REPEAT!

These should be the Level Bosses in an RPG about a hair styling salon.

Call it like the old hair styling magazine from Spain, I think the name was Llongueras, I have NO idea what the word means but that double-L from Spanish is striking:
Lluvia, Llano, Llegar, Llave, Llama, Llorar…
any of these could begin with Y, they are unused words or vacant spots in the language, devoid of meaning:
Yuvia, Yano, Yegar, Yave, Yama, Yorar…

Anyway… Anton Chigurh hair, baby, yeah!
Anton Chigurh is the final boss! Cutting his hair then suddenly a coin starts flipping!

Hey, what about that bubblegum-flavored, hard liquor, frappéd drink at tourist trap bars, Blue Hawaiian I think it’s called. The kind of thing that comes with a little umbrella.

I wanna see a reverse brachistochrone!

And if you still can’t reach it, ask your god or gods for help,
as it’s beyond the reach of Mr Newton or even Herr Leibniz.

capitalize on sugar baby and escort culture as a middle man

Don’t know about you, but I get a weird sort of thrill when reading something I sense as Never Been Said Before In The Entire Written & Oral History Of Mankind; just you go search in the archive, I’ll wait!

I SAID YOUR DISHWASHER MAKES A LOT OF NOISE!

What an electrifying post!

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Flyover country.
The Midwest of the Solar System.

Thank you. You are smashing it with your ethos and selections!

I hate Istanbul. You know why?
Because it’s too far away from me!

I mean… here I am, willing, able,
rearing to go, locked and loaded
so to speak… and there it is…
it decided to plop down its’ rear,
its’ fat lazy ass, on the opposite,
far side of the freakin’ world.

I mean… the nerve of this city!
What does it want from me, to
remain as far away as possible?
Well I’ll tell ya, it’s succeeding,
and doing a bang up job at it, too!

EDIT: that goes for you, too, Tokyo!

Donde estar la biblioteca… de Steam?!!

Yet all this energy and electromagnetic phenomena
from our very limited vantage point and experiments
feels like it bathes everything as it decays gradually
in slow motion, one rung at a time, towards entropy,
zooming down an exponential thermodynamic curve
that aims and trends towards zero, beyond our view,
beyond the horizon, touching infinity itself.
And here’s the craziest part: the space itself where
this is all taking place, is accelerating its’ expansion.

The guys of Apollo 15, 16 and 17 even brought the Moon Rover, explored some nearby canyons and valleys near the landing site, like you would explore sand dunes with a dune buggy.

Apollo 11 was entirely a technical mission, to see if they could even land on the Moon, and they chose a flat, relatively boring spot to do it. Land, walk around a bit, get back in the Eagle (the name of the landing craft), blast off! All within a span of a few hours.

The mission before that, Apollo 10, was to test-fly their landing craft above the Moon, same design as Eagle but they named this one Snoopy, like Charlie Brown’s beagle!

There was a bit of nervousness from Houston, because Snoopy got so close to the surface, the astronauts could almost taste and smell it! There was uneasiness the astronauts would think “Fuck it, we’re landing, we’re already so close we can almost touch it!”, but that didn’t happen, so Armstrong and Aldrin got all the fame.

As for the later Apollo landings, from 15 onward, they were more exploratory and scientific in nature, they got more daring in their landing terrain, closer to canyons and mountains, places where the really interesting science can be found, there were real geologists among the crew, and they spent days there.

These guys stayed just a few hours on the surface.
The guys of Apollo 17, however…

Sure, I’ll tell ya what the secret is… tomorrow.

Wandering the countryside, suffering from amnesia…
Then he came across the sheep and instinct took over.