Some people have “Russia Russia Russia” as their core identity. It’s a fact-free flight of fancy.

Awesome, let me know when the estate sale starts.

I was waiting for a plumber’s opinion on an old man falling asleep.

No, no, no, it’s all Russia and its 5 gifs of a frog or something.

What do psychologists have to do with this?

The bigger cities are expensive. Quebec city is smaller, very nice, but learn French, eh?

Heh. I just miss the general sense of fun that type of music had. I mean it’s no big deal these days but having sampled audio from movies, etc in songs was wild to me.

Uh huh. Remote diagnosis through grainy video. Bell’s palsy is far more likely.

I miss '80s and '90s industrial music filled with sampled speeches too.

Oh boy, another one with Russia Russia Russia brainworm. Take some responsibility for your own country’s despicable culture and downfall.

Fuck yeah. Nothing’s more tiresome and stultifying than the whole work routine. That’s time you’re never getting back.

The whole idea of retiring at 65 after you’ve been squeezed like an orange that’s been sent twice into the press, just to “enjoy” your failing body, failing senses, failing brain in your twilight years is absurd.

If you can retire at 30, hell yes do it.

I feel bad for Cheryl Hines but not really. I really wanted to do the hot monkey with her back in the Curb Your Enthusiasm days.

Pleased to meet you… hope you’ve guessed my name

sub-literate neaderthals

It’s not an inherent property of matter. The fact that two 30 years old can make a zero year old baby means it’s strictly a software issue.

Um, apparently a bunch of goat herders flew jets into buildings of a nuclear power on September 11, 2001. That’s an “attack”, no?

Crap. How’s the car?

Wanna feel as old as a star?

https://youtu.be/x1rFAaAKpVc

Well, it wasn’t so much the legalities, I just saw a gaggle of tourists waiting on the platform with huge anticipation for the metro to pull into the station, like they’ve never seen a train or a tunnel. Yet, if I may use my racism for good, they seemed to be from a far away land, so they flew here, how many pictures did they take of the flying train?

It just seemed out of proportion to the banality of a mundane situation, and they were snapping away, and I do not want to be immortalized as a sad, fat middle-aged man, where were these people when I was 25 and a movie star?