Hell if I know. That was 30+ years ago.

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”.

Because we have a flag because everyone benefits from the effort to learn about and educate about ancient cultures. We presume that even those cultures benefit, because the memory of them is preserved instead of being forgotten.

Digging up artefacts for private collections, though - that’s just grave robbery with a shine on it.

I’ve been confused about it in the past, but I eventually settled on mould if it grows and mold if it’s taking shape. I’m willing to let the rest of the internet be wrong about it, though.

Pretty great. I have money and free time.

This particular day I feel like a fistfight between me and Stephen Hawking would be too close to call.

I have some Brittany Spears and Backstreet Boys on my gym mix.

I gave at the office.

Dear God, this community has been nihilistic lately.

Add some marmite in there and you have a meal fit for a king a duke a very small earl eating.

Sounds like a pretty good snack to eat in front of the TV.

I wouldn’t serve instant noodles to guests either, but you have the gourmet version there.

Vocal people who only see the world through the lens of politics. I get that it’s important, but it’s not the only important thing.

Well, I think I figured out by book nine that it was never going to get any better, but by that point there were only three books to go and they weren’t exactly difficult reads. Maybe I was hate-reading. “Will you continue failing to meet my expectations L. Ron Hubbard, you miserable cunt? I bet you will.”

And I have a tendency to think that any satire is brilliant and biting and I’m just not worldly enough to get it.

I read all of Mission Earth. All 12(?) volumes. I couldn’t possibly say why - I hated it.

I hate the interruption. The fake enthusiasm. The inane narratives - using the right toilet paper will change the weather from stormy to sunny? Fuck off, marketers.

Isn’t going from a sauna to cold water and back bad for the heart? I worked with a French-Finnish guy for a while who told me half his family are on heart medication because of it.