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Waste gash gnashing, gnawing  nasty, gnarly snarling -- who are you trying to fool now, darling?

We all bleed red.  There is a collection of Mr. Potato Head video games for PCs.  If you only save/bookmark (and never like) content from your feed on Instagram, then you can go into your saves and delete all/some when your algorithm is no longer suiting you.  Call for a bloody good time.  Fading in and out of existence.  Winter sunrise.  Playing Tchaikovsky while in moderate LA traffic makes it seem like all of the cars around you are dancing in a ballet.  Cold moon.  A ridiculous amount of Pokémon knowledge.  Remnants of yesteryear.  “This is what happens to those who leave a life of solitary contemplation and choose to come to dwell in cities among people full of infinite evil.” Excerpt From Leonardo da Vinci, Walter Isaacson  I wonder how much time I waste deleting emails every day.  Top (Secret) Ramen.   Delete. Delete. Delete.  Points for using “besmirched” in daily conversation.  Parmesan cheese has starte...

Playlist Link: Ramble On Autumn 2025 Edition Here we go again. And again. And again.  One of my favorite parts of The Sopranos is how often the men ask women for red peppers.  Mercurial at best. Sadistic at worst.  Teeth baring smiles.  https://www. scientificamerican.com/ article/how-did-the-smile- become-a-friendly-gesture-in- humans/ Dream eater.  For the love of god, please take creamed spinach off of menus.   A trail of baby ducks.  The foot bone's connected to the leg bone. The leg bone's connected to the knee bone. The knee bone's connected to the thigh bone… But you said you would.  Missed connections.  Starbucks should serve hash browns.   Sundays are for 8+ hour conversations with strangers, Mondays are for disappearing into the ether.  Your educational institutions, religious organizations, and/or governments may not hold you to a higher standard, but I sure as fuck will.  Flashbacks are actually the worst thing in e...

O, Times! O, Manners! It is my opinion That you are changing sadly your dominion — I mean the reign of manners hath long ceased, For men have none at all, or bad at least; And as for times, altho’ ’tis said by many The “good old times” were far the worst of any, Of which sound doctrine l believe each tittle, Yet still I think these worse than them a little. I’ve been a thinking — isn’t that the phrase? — I like your Yankee words and Yankee ways — I’ve been a thinking, whether it were best To take things seriously, or all in jest; Whether, with grim Heraclitus of yore, To weep, as he did, till his eyes were sore, Or rather laugh with him, that queer philosopher, Democritus of Thrace, who used to toss over The page of life and grin at the dog-ears, As though he’d say, “Why, who the devil cares?” This is a question which, oh heaven, withdraw The luckless query from a member’s claw! Instead of two sides, Bob has nearly eight, Each fit to furnish forth four hours debate. What shall be done?...

Playlist Link: Ramble On Summer 2025 Edition 1. Curiosity killed the cat, but satisfaction brought it back.  2. So…the little Coco food delivery robots…do we (as drivers) have to stop at a stop sign and wait for them to cross as if it were a human being? If they are just sitting there deliberating, or whatever their little robot brains do…how long do we wait? What is the protocol here?  3. Despairingly romantic.  4. Perhaps a nap, then by the time I’ve awoken something else would have happened. Perhaps a shower, then there will be other news.  5. By saving certain species, even keystone ones, are we impeding the natural growth/progress of the planet? These species are only vital to the world as we know it…but does that make saving them the right answer? Is the world always supposed to stay as we know it now? Oh just kidding. We’re attempting “de-extinction” now. You’re right. My bad. Why go forward when we can take 40,000 steps backward.  6. In 2010,...

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