d 21 in idea barrages

“Bitcoin for Dummies” is less a book title, more an awkwardly worded statement of fact.

My favorite rap album about disaster prepping is, of course, “Tinderboxx (And The Ferrocerium Rod Below)”.

If you wanted to insult a would-be finance-bro who doesn’t know what he’s talking about as none of them do, “Well, look at that, we got a real Markets Aurelius here!” would be great, if only that sort could understand the reference or sarcasm, let alone both at the same time.

If there isn’t a wine bar somewhere called “5 O’Clock Chateau”, once again, it is more proof I should be in charge of naming everything.

Ask not hominy grits, rather ask how much polenta.

The way film fandom has devolved into, just, actors & directors sticking their fingers into the wind, figuring out what’s got the loudest fans riled up this week & attempting to leverage their ill-focused passions into getting them higher-profile better-paying gigs, it’s rubbish.

Pamphlets about fad diets are really just digestive tracts.

Can you imagine what chaos there’d be if astrology were literally true? Eight billion into 365 days is 22 million, imagine the day where the stars are like “Well, all the people born such and such are going to do something amazing/horrific today” and this whole world burns down.