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Like a guy said to me in college:
“Man… if you lived during the Flintstones, you’d be driving a sportscar.”
Yeah, that was one I’d never heard before, I had to shake the guy’s hand and congratulate him for originality.
What’s the name of that station?
I’ve only been to NYC once, about ten years ago, but I did pass through this stop and if memory serves, it’s called Mets-Willits Point… I think? It’s the last or next to last stop before the Flushing terminus, that I do remember.
Pico de gallo is also the name of a street stand fruit cocktail in my town in Mexico.
Chunks of jicama, orange and… there’s another one I’m forgetting.
You sprinkle salt and powdered chili on top, then squeeze the juice of a large lime on top. It’s all eaten with a toothpick, you spear the chunks of jicama, orange and the other one.
The blues singer character Mississippi Gary from The Kids In The Hall comes to mind:
I got the blues so bad, I can’t even close my eyes… I gotta call a friend on the phone and tell him - “Buddy, come over and shut my eyes for me, I got the blues”.
Meet the new boss.
Same as the old boss.
We won’t get fooled again!
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Yep, this is the one I was scrolling down to find.
Godfather.
Godfather 2.
The Conversation.
Dog Day Afternoon.
The Deer Hunter.
All five Best Picture Oscar nominees, three winners.
This new cat color was detected around 5 megaparsecs distance from the Milky Way, in the general direction of the Leo constellation, using the Very Large Cat Ear Antenna Array at the 21 cm wavelength of the microwave part of the spectrum.
Would you say that kid’s wearing an Op or a Lightning Bolt shirt?
I’m going with Lightning Bolt, because I don’t remember such huge collar on Op shirts. Of course, my memory could be glitching.
Remember how Op shirts were everywhere? Conversely, Lightning Bolt shirts were harder to come by, therefore cooler.
Meanwhile, with pants it was the opposite. Lightning Bolt was everywhere, Op was scarcer.
But zooming in on the texture of some background buildings, I’d bring it back to L.A.
That’s Paulie, his first cousin Sal owns a meat-packing business.
“LPT for ya, Paulie: steer clear of the capicola until further notice, capisce?”
Ah yes… the good ol’ days!
Exactly like the type of picture that would have been part of an Internet K-hole massive photo-dump a couple of decades ago.
“What happened?”
“The new proton burped out a couple of leptons and switched back to a particle similar to the the old proton.”
He’s got that ol’ New York City Metropolitan Area Transit Authority Blues again, momma!
Fiennes does seem to come from a posh background, doesn’t he?
Then maybe a commoner trained in Shakespeare can and does develop that poshness, the ability to deliver it effortlessly.
Was, for example, Peter O’Toole a noble or a hoodlum? Because there seems to be a bit of both in him at the same time.
But then I take a look at the full Fiennes family name and oof… there’s some olde stubbornly blue roots in there, in plain sight. The kind of thing you would spy on the guestlist for the weekly Saxe-Coburg canasta evening.
So is Rafe like the black sheep of his family, because he went prancing off to theater school and the bohemian lifestyle instead of a sturdy and dignified profession, like banking?
Well fuck me gently with a chainsaw, I am flabbergasted and illustrated, simultaneously at the same place and from a distance at the same time.
the vast majority of US citizens are abjectly fucking stupid who have no clear understanding how absolutely anything works or any understanding of how consequences follow actions
This happens both equally with the maga batshit crazy voters, and the narcissistic “my vote is a pure and delicate flower”/“bOtH pArTiEs ArE tHe SaMe LoL” non-voters.
Which is of course exploited by bad-faith actors pushing these lazy idiots back down on the couch and stroking their hollow vanity, to not do what they already didn’t want to do - doing the homework instead of just getting their “facts” from twitter or tiktok or whatever, taking the time and effort to register and vote, if just once a year, or at the very least once every two years for the midterms.
These idiots want instant results, have not a shred of a clue as to what political inertia is; just as medieval as maga, they want a political messiah with a magic political wand.
The 2010 midterms proved that these fickle mediocre idiots did NOT have Obama’s back, and lazily initiated a cascade that drowned their own future, rewarded the fascists for their virulent hysterical opposition, and to this day remain mindlessly, narcissistically oblivious to the fact.
Their mediocre motto as a mediocre electoral block is “If at first you don’t succeed, give up.”
So much of the world has rightly lost all faith in the intelligence and decency of the average american. As in - they have none, distractedly and lovingly fondling their purity, then sniffing their fingers and picking their teeth with those nails.
What is happening is happening because people don’t vote and regularly allow right-wing shitheads to erode the government and society in bad faith, and George Carlin also said “wHy BoThEr VoTiNg?”
So George Carlin was no messiah and no prophet.
There are no messiahs. There are no prophets.
Yet people insist on “if it’s not perfect and requires my patience and consistency, I’d rather eat shit than lift a finger once a year”.
Because the thing you want, is to keep these shitheads living in your head 24/7.
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