Nuclear-Spearman: Huuuun, where’s my atl-atl?!?

Honey: I put it away! Don’t you think about running off doing no nuclear-do!

Aye, the first time a blue jay tore the head off of a smaller bird in its nest was a real head turner for me.

finding out what doesn’t work is nearly as valuable as finding what does

Sometimes, sure. Most of the time, though, it’s more akin to: “Worked on isolated cells in vitro, but doesn’t approach target cells in vivo due to ECM.”

Think of the children!

I’ll believe they’re thinking of the children when they use that phrase to make laws that agree with the environmental groups and governing bodies.

Jesus, my friend cycles between mechanical efficiency and sexual orientations like a clown in a stripper juggling show. Now I know why!

Look, if a raccoon can get down my esophagus to the sphincter, he’s welcome to the acid bath.

What edition are we in? Because “I roll to disbelieve!” tells me that an illusion is all in the mind… >.>

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This. So much of this. I can’t even convince family members to not go and socialize with dozens of others while they are sick! Five years ago, I would have bet my life’s savings and every appendage I have that I would get the correct answer if I asked someone whether illnesses spread through contact with or being near a sick person.

Meanwhile psychologists just name things as exactly blandly as they can. There’s a neat phenomenon where a relationship can immediately be viewed as deeper and more connected, merely by one of the individuals sharing deeply personal information. It even works at the very first interaction. In other words, if someone tends to overshare, or blurt out info about themselves, we measure their blirtasiousness and its effect on relationships. Not even kidding. I think the folks who came up with it were Scottish, which is why the blirt rather than blurt.

Well, if they were stinky I’d probably be upset. If their hands were sticky, I’d be upset. Repeat for the other social offenses. Otherwise, sure, go for it. We all need a case of mistaken identity in our lives.

But penguins are flightless bird?

That’s his point.

I really enjoyed the few times we got to play with fate. It was definitely a head scratching moment for all of us, as we’d played nothing but d&d until then.