THIRD BASE!!!

(sorry)

Are you sure?

What?

Caliban’s House Boy.

I’ve read this comment four times and I still cannot believe all these words exist in this order.

It’s not that I doubt you – far from it – but you have to admit, when you say it out loud does it sound real?

There is so much wrong with that sentence I am not sure I know where to start :)

You know if you measure something with a ruler that is wrong you will get a wrong result, right?

Unless the AI is lying about AI being the only thing that can make things up?

Or that someone (a human) didn’t just create a fake screenshot to make a point about humans doing something that AI believes humans can’t do?

I’m thinking – no.

Is that how the glue on pizza thing got started?

The kind of guy who lies about having sex with a girl generally doesn’t like being labelled with a kink that makes them seem anything other than a “real man” – and if they lie about having sex with a girl deserve everything they get.

If you vote for the green party then its less likely to burn down around you :)

I know I have no way of convincing anyone of this, but I am not a Russian bot (living in the UK and not being able to vote in the US election).

But these are exactly the points of view I have been expressing over here about the Tory and Labour parties. Maybe not so much the “not voting at all” one but the other three? Yeah – that sounds a lot like me right now.

(I think you should vote for someone you believe in, rather than voting for someone who is not someone else, if that makes sense)

But definitely not a Russian bot :)

Now that you mention it that may have been a concern :)

This will sound weird when I start, but I promise if you read the whole thing it will make sense.

A while back (10, 12 years) I had major heart surgery. And so for a few weeks after I had problems doing some things, like walking for more than ten, fifteen minutes at a time, or sitting up right for more than five minutes.

But the doctors said I needed “exercise” (bastards) so my beloved and I would go out to the shops, and she’d made me walk (because she loved me) and we’d take a wheelchair with us.

Aside from the whole “walking” thing it was kind of fun, because imagine two people walking down the high street, pushing an empty wheelchair. One of them carrying a towel (and hugging it tightly) and the other walking slowly for no apparent reason. The number of strange and confused looks we got was really hilarious at times. Especially after I got tired and had to sit in the chair so she could push me for a while (which happened a lot, because of - you know - the surgery and the tired) and we saw someone who had seen us a few minutes earlier when I was up and walking about as if I was fine.

Needless to say I seldom, if ever, gave up my seat on the bus, train, bench or anywhere else if anyone asked. Even if the person asking was 101 years old. I did explain why, and no one argued with me, but sometimes I got some dirty looks for that as well. Because I looked young and fit with no physical injuries.

It wasn’t forever, and I never claimed to be disabled, and after eight or nine weeks I could bound about like a gazelle on heat. But those first few weeks? We got a lot of strange looks. And I know I said it was hilarious, but only because if I had decided to take offence then I would have whacked the wheelchair into so many people I probably would have been arrested :)

(The towel, if you were wondering, was for my chest. Having your chest cracked open and put back together hurts a lot, but then if you sneeze or cough oh my sweet fucking god it hurts so much more. Putting a towel against it mitigates it some but still – fucking ow!!)

I was so hoping the second image was going to say “I threw my leg at some snarky bastard on the train”

Are you suggesting the politicians who try to help people out, or who care about the public, are the “few bad apples”?

So now one else is going to comment on the fact the text just stops halfway through a wo