mar 26 in idea barrages

Sadly, the Doctor was never able to fit the Monster with the soft-rock-singing module he’d been constructing for him, the Michael Bolt-On.

Are you your body or the blood within? Are you good deeds or an absence of sin? Are you saving the world or are you trying to win?

Trying to get the dog to mellow out around the people working on the bathroom I sing “We’ve got a big fat calmboy, rockin’ through the night, we’ve got a big fat calmboy, oh what a beautiful sight, calmboy!” but it does little good. He calms not.

I can just see someone picking up the wrong slangs and trying to be hip in their community building but being really terrifyingly creepy with a message of “suppowt smol businwess, uWu”.

Scott and Warren both jockeyed in hopes they could teach Jean about the birds and the beams.

It’s a shame that Inside The Actors Studio overshadowed his great legacy of making teas and soups.

That Futurama where Fry discovered he was immune to being made stupid by the floating brains because he lacked normal intellect but rather cobbled many lesser types of thinking into a barely-functioning intelligence? That’s how I feel as a writer, sometimes.

Revolution bandied lightly, even tho millions “good” & “bad” alike would die screaming, some farlefties sound like Trump’s “2nd Amendment Solution” talk these days. Never forget: Chaotic Good’s just Evil w/ extra steps. We’re healthy to the extent our ideas are humane. Be better.