Go home, evolution, you’re drunk… or tripping balls on a heroic dose, sounds more like it.

Alright alright there, Nietzche.

When I was a kid, our family’s portable stereo had a bunch of weird radio bands on it, by which I mean anything other than AM and FM, the edges of some shortwave bands picked up the radio chatter of local fishermen here and there.

One time a friend and I stumbled into one of these conversations, the engine of some boat had stalled, my friend plugged in the headphones into the microphone jack and started to talk with the guy on the other end.
Of course he wasn’t, but his improv and timing was impeccable, it really did seem like the setup was working as a transmitter also.

Decades later, I still clearly remember the way my friend mimicked an adult and technical conversation to a tee, promising to the stranded fishermen that backup was on the way… into the right earcup of a set of headphones.

Rin Thule
or Rhin Tule
you decide

Won’t work like that, you’ve gotta…

hashtag LICK THE BOWL CHALLENGE

We’re gonna need a note from your volcanologist.

LOCKQUEER MARTIN

Merry Christmas, everybody!

🎵 Spam de spam
de spammety spam… 🎵

Tubular!

Abandon all hope ye who rule here

Energy at the Crystal!
Energy at the Taco Bell!
Danger! Danger!
High voltage!

Don’t forget the capability for mental retention of abstract names and events, to pass the story from mouth to ear across generations for millennia, before the invention of writing.

To the ancient Greeks, memory was a crucial element of all art forms, as shown by there being Muses for three types of poetry (epic, romantic, nationalistic), two types of theater (drama and comedy), one for music, one for dance, one for history and one for astronomy, which kept track of the movement of objects across the night sky.

Notice the absence of painting and sculpture.

To top it off, the Muses were the nine daughters of Mnemosyne - goddess of memory - and Chronos - god of time. And there you have it, according to the Greeks: the inspirations of man are intimately tied to memory, information being passed along. Tweaked a little each time, to be sure, it keeps growing, getting more complex, which also makes for a slightly bigger memory challenge each time.

Did you know that if you say “Michael Caine” in Michael Caine’s voice and accent it sounds just like a British “my cocaine”?

'Ey Wooderson! Where ya at?
At the woods.
It’s woods time.
Alright alright alright!

I sometimes wonder (with a deep, cold shudder) if someone somewhere could take this poster at face value. Someone so far removed from my own edifice of knowledge, experience and opinions, that this can be read as anything other than ironic satire.

For example, some home-schooled children in Idaho or Arkansas, by parents made crazy by limbaugh and murdoch, then breitbart and infowars.

The kind of people so clueless that they could bite off the hand that feeds them, voting republican while crying out “keep your dirty government hands off my Medicare”, thinking that Medicare is a private enterprise… thingy… that’s like… their birthright… and it’s made by… angels, reading The Holy Bible or something… and that’s… a sustainable business model for all involved?

Imagine being self-aware paranoid because you’re high as a kite.
Now add to that actual live news cameras and microphones, thrust right in front of yer plastered piehole.

Nobody ever asks the question - would Dan rather bark? - and there’s a rather good reason for that.
Unless you’re talking about Dank Rather memes.

Nahuatl calling the planet

Even the term “planet” here is noisy, as it implies knowledge of an orb floating and/or spinning in space.

Maybe a better (less modern scientific) term in this case would be “world”, which could have been “what I have seen and have heard about, plus the regions beyond where dragons lie”, as an equivalent to “one, two, three, many”.

I’ve noticed that when I can fall asleep, the mind keeps working on its’ own but I slowly stop paying attention to it, like it’s talking in the background and I’m zoning out. I start by gently focusing on my exhales.

Then suddenly the mind will take me on a trip, without me even realizing it. I’m asleep.

Some nights, I do “count sheep”, but with lists, like:
“Five world capitals that start with the letter B”, or
“Twenty movies with Robert De Niro”