Rubber.

I think I know of what you speak. It’s in the center of the metropolitan area, the middle of the city, down a ways from uptown you might say. Huge place. Some kind of manufacturing facility.

Back in 1985 you could get plutonium in any corner drugstore!

drillevator*inator

Looks like that’s a beach towel or a bedsheet maybe

It would very quickly become the de facto property of one or a cadre of billionaires, assuming complete economic and political separation from the U.S.

Well, all the top contenders are being defenestrated, and that evolutionary pressure is creating a new niche that will be filled by some kind of smart, quiet, and patient opportunist. Maybe.

16 Democrats

215 Republicans.

bOtH SiDeS right? Exactly the same right?

“Your bones are wet in you.”

Unpleasant. Mmh. No, no thank you.

What we need is an open source alternative to the OS’s in our cars, but the hardware is disparate and it faces a steep buy-in hurdle of “spare practically brand new project car”.

They’re paying you to get a job done. They’re paying your manager to manage you, so don’t do that job too unless you’re getting paid for two jobs. If your manager wants to be a dick and micromanage you to death, get a new job.

Which people?

I witnessed this happen. Guy boards a few people after me, looks like he hasn’t slept in a day. Walks miserably to the middle 5-wide row right before mine, moves to the center seat and buries his face in his arms to get a nap, then puts them down in resignation waiting for someone to take all his elbow room.

Every single seat on that plane was full except by some miracle his row. It didn’t even fully register until we were in the air. Dude looked around like he was being pranked the entire time from when the door closed until the tires left the ground. As soon as the seatbelt signs turned off he put up all the arms and laid down across all five seats. He didn’t move until we landed like 12 hours later.

Tacos.

Matthew Perry would have been the natural choice :(

I’m going to nominate Uncanny Valley AI Matthew Perry.

They immediately burrowed into the earth looking for food (with their shovels) and died of starvation at the bottom of their holes, which is why they’re just bones now.

You’ve never had a cyclist on the sidewalk yell that you’re walking on the wrong side of the sidewalk as they blast past you at road speeds?

Assholes are assholes, regardless of what flavor unholy chimera they’ve merged into. They’re just less deadly when they’re non-charmeras.

Oh. Trust me. Many a loud, fat attempt was made to parkour over the barrier they put up.

Greatest disappointment of my life was going to the Louvre and finding out this painting was in an area closed for renovations.