Thank you. I can’t figure out if it’s that or a rest-of-the-fucking-owl.

I thought it was called the Dark Forest Trilogy.

Anal sex.

Tell us more!

Left side is heart rate. Right side is penis.

Here is a joke I heard in Moscow, in the early-‘90s:

Our Soviet computer sector was clearly the best. We built the largest chips in the world!

Makes sense. Does the state still go after the insurer?

Why isn’t the ship’s insurer paying for the bridge repair?

Doesn’t Florida block homesteads from being grabbed by creditors in bankruptcy proceedings?

The team has given us a series of neolibs since 1976.

I’ll probably pull the lever for Biden, but I don’t begrudge anyone who goes for a third option or doesn’t vote.

If the Dems actually believed Trump were a threat to democracy, and that fundamental liberties would be lost, they wouldn’t be running a man clearly in decline with a running mate who has zero constituency and an even lower approval rating.

The DNC and web scolds don’t get to bitch about third-party voters, when they obviously assessed the situation and thought, “This is fine.”

If the Dems can’t be arsed to respond seriously to Trump, the rest of us are under no obligation to fix their wagon.

Yeah, it’s nice that she did some good stuff decades ago, but her immediate legacy is dog shit.

Veblen’s corpse just leaked some ejaculate.

This is a knowable thing that a bunch of us have personally witnessed since ‘76. Dems at the height of their power have not raced to deliver a full tranche of left legislation. Instead, they game to “not go too far,” and the GOP retakes because voters’ lives were not radically improved, and the difference between the parties isn’t particularly visible, beyond a few social issues.

They were briefly fairly free in the ‘90s, but the experience of their version of the shock doctrine was so painful that the people begged to be ruled again.

I used to smoke in the shower in the ‘70s. Loved it.

I also had a roommate who had to get up at least once per night to smoke.

Return to office.

The performance envelopes of vehicles sharing bike lanes these days are wildly different. I dread the day that RTO is complete, and rush-hour bike lanes are shared by e-bikes, e-unicycles, one-wheels, push scooters, e-standup-scooters, smaller sit-scooters, monkey bikes, e-skateboards, skateboards, and whatever else I’m missing.

Years ago, I heard an NPR piece about a French -ologist of some kind, who was revolutionizing advertising in the States, and he mentioned a small car that consumers viewed as saying “Rape me!” We are all driving around in jacked up station wagons, because of some weird, atavistic urges to feel inviolable and cosseted.

Fundamentally, SUVs are an inefficient design for a passenger car. Even small crossovers, and I drive one myself, are inefficient relative to a station wagon offering the same volume and space for passengers and cargo.

SUVs burn relatively more gas, they use more tires, they damage roads more, they are less controllable due to higher centers of gravity, they have poorer visibility of pedestrians and cyclists, and they require shitloads of engineering just to hide their shitty performance and safety characteristics.

That’s England.