I can’t vocalise a thought that contains the verb “fritter” without imagining a battered and deep friend banana, but now I can’t think of a “battered banana” without imagining a piece of fruit being in an abusive relationship. The same stream of thought applies to the verbs in exciting molecules (Jeff Goldblum) and agitating water (James Cameron’s The...
The 190 that takes me home is almost always packed to its glassy brim with warm, tired bodies after six in the evening. For forty minutes you will awkwardly squeeze shoulder to shoulder with several strangers not of your choosing, all of them equally unhappy at the thought of spending forty minutes chanelling what little is left of their energy reserves to minimise physical contact in this...
You know what’s really funny? I was doing some reading and research for my paper and it led me back to the bruises. DSP in action. So good. It made me happy and I had to tell somebody who cared about astronomy and cosmology!
At the mall, a professional team of salespeople peddle something called “placenta extract,” and I immediately become subject to the entire spectrum of human emotion: disgust (“PLACENTA EXTRACT?”), curiosity (“Placenta extract?”), anger (“Y u sell shit we no need?”), acceptance (“Ehh, caveat emptor.”), and mild amusement (“LOL...