Ever get the sense that just maybe, someone out there past the boundaries of the only nation that exists, probably fictional, certainly not worth having on your Christmas card list, might have figured out a different way to do things?
Ever get the sense that just maybe, someone out there past the boundaries of the only nation that exists, probably fictional, certainly not worth having on your Christmas card list, might have figured out a different way to do things?
Hell if I know. That was 30+ years ago.
Probably doing tech support in a child cancer ward. The kids all just looked exhausted. I tried not to let it get to me - they came to the hospital for help to live, not to die, so I made the choice to be hopeful about their chances.
Hoodie, tracksuit pants, woolly socks. Time at home is time not wearing a belt.
I don’t know what soap opera it was, because it was playing on the TV at my barber’s shop while I was in the chair. A woman started shooting at some people who had disappointed her. Just livin’ the dream.
I bet Jörmungandr the world-serpent, who gnaws at the roots of Yggdrasil-tree, destined to kill and be killed by Thor, tastes like chicken.
A golden apple enscribed with “kallisti”.
This is gonna be controversial.
When I find out someone is a Christian, I ask them about their favourite part of the sermon on the mount. If they don’t know it, they’re ‘cultural Christians’ who’ve never opened a bible. If they’re familiar with the sermon, it means they do the work. The sermon on the mount is the section of the bible where Jesus explained to people what values they should hold and how they should behave in order to call themselves his followers.
I’m an ex-Christian and so are a lot of people who just don’t know it yet.
Pretty great. I have money and free time.
No-one’s mentioned aoli? Is there a significant overlap between aoli and mayonnaise?
By changing the global standard.