David Attenborough’s Australia
Mad Max: A David Attenborough Film

Looie Buitton Bidet!

It’s straight to Hilbert Jail for you!

What a coincidence!
Missus told to not purchase these home made roller skates and I’m an idiot for buying them. Your gain my loss.

Michael Kirk as The Shape!

Might have been just a smidgeon better if it were just a little bit tweaked, fine-tuned:
“Here’s a brick. You can have that, too!”

Alpaca 3D my main man!
(not really, I don’t know who he is)

Everybody sing along now!

MAMA KO
MAMA SA
MAKO MAKO SA
MAMA KO
MAMA SA
MAKO MAKO SA
HEY… SOUL MAKOSSA!

(cue killer horn section)

Manu Dibango my man!

But… but… but what if I WANT to spend the rest of my life barefoot, pregnant and in the kitchen, surrounded by unvaccinated children of all ages without any science, reason and empathy at all, in our family values?

The way the item has developed since yesterday, it has already been debunked that the monkeys are “infected”. Just more sensationalist fear-mongering in a sensationalist fear-mongering internet hysteria anti-culture.

“Trivial” and “naive”.
And I’m looking at Nima Arkani Hamed, he’s either a physicist or cosmologist or both, but in every lecture or interview, if he doesn’t use either word “trivial” or “naive” every minute or so, his forehead veins start popping out and he starts sweating. He can’t be bothered to explain what is evidently obvious… to him, in his ivory tower, so he takes constant fucking non-explanation shortcuts.

“Aw man… that’s the third goddamned cloth I’ve dropped into this goddamned event horizon this week… and it’s barely just Tuesday.”

A whole series of links in a chain that seems to be on autopilot, physically there but mindless, not paying attention. Maybe swamped and saturated with a thousand little things in a thousand little directions, or maybe just an indifferent “Dunno, mate… I just work here”.

EDIT: at the end of my little rant, I assumed UK or Australia, because the sign seems unfamiliar to my naive eyes.

Anybody have any tips for Roku on the television?

Oh get the fuck outta here, you!

Oh no…!

…in the power of rock and roll to save the world.

This man up here ⬆️ crosses.

In the 1981 film Excalibur, adapted from “Le Morte d’Arthur” by Sir Thomas Malory.

When after years and years lost to an evil spell, King Arthur is free and strong and purposeful once more, he pays Queen Guinevere a visit, at the convent where she had retreated from the world and had become a nun.

In her chamber, Guinevere reaches under her bed and produces what seems like a miracle: Excalibur itself, which Arthur had regarded as utterly lost. As Arthur takes and wields Excalibur in a mixture of disbelief and delight, Guinevere whispers happily, “I kept it”.

Then Arthur reels off these parting words, which I shall try to reconstruct from pure memory:

I have often dreamt, that in the hereafter of our lives,
when I am just a man, and owe no more to the future,
you will come to me, and claim me yours,
and know that I am your husband. It is a dream I have…

Then Arthur turns, wielding Excalibur, and leaves, en route to fulfill his destiny for one final time.

Or as “Grass Valley” Greg - the early tech visionary who invented the Delete Button - liked to call them: Opportunitystakes!