n 17 in idea barrages

There is a slot on the side of a building. If you press a button, a sundae is pushed out of the slot for you and a voice yells “NOW LEAVE.” This is called an ice-cream anti-social.

Socially network with yourself in alternate timelines with the new app Parallelogram.

Please stop referring to your mouth as your “Crumb Dumpster” in the Dunkin.

OUR EXTREME TOWN by Thornton Wildest. EXTREME HOUSE ON THE PRAIRIE by Laura Ingalls Wildest.

They blend mozzarella, basil and tomatoes into a drinkable slurry, put it in a foil packet and call it a Caprese Sun.

Ultimately, they hate vaccines BECAUSE they work. They hate being reminded we’re animals, we’re mortal, magic isn’t real & tinkering with ourselves like chemical kits works. Their chants and their charts don’t work, their Angry God is a fairy tale & we’re all just talking dirt.

Disenchantment is hard. Stripping away all the lies & delusions & crutches you use to falteringly hold broken parts together hurts like hell. But if you manage to push through the pain, unfettered by all those maladaptive coping mechanisms, you can find out what you actually are.

Last night’s nightmare involved a new really bad streaming service having their pop-up ads mutate into a malware that infected every online computer on Earth and every screen on Earth became just a bunch of nested pop-up ads for bad reality shows. Which, metaphorically…