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No worries, at least you aren't the one who is responsible for humanity descending from primates instead of platypuses like the original timeline intended... sorry about that... well, I suppose it's okay if you don't like being semi aquatic, having a bill, being venomous and laying eggs... but there are probably lots of people who if they knew, would be pretty pissed off they can't lay eggs and sting predators with their venomous heel spurs anymore.
And now that that detail is out there... sorry about that...
There is a lot to be said for primateness though...
But anyway... more importantly, thanks for the explanation... it explains lots of the overlaps and discord in the post synchronicity algorithms and why the parallax curve rectifier keeps rejecting certain coordinates... now I can finally adjust it and get that Szechuan sauce before McDonalds stops offering it... technically I could also fix the platypus thing, but you are only allowed three major resets per oblation cycle and I'm not blowing that on being able to lay eggs... I'm buying a ton of that stuff and selling it a few months ago when McDonald's does that Rick & Morty promotional tie-in, except this time, I'll actually have the sauce to sell, which will avoid the the riots and downfall of civilization that the McDonald's shortage created and because of that we'll have time to work out a viable asteroid mitigation program and avoid the impact with Object # 8675309 Jennee, which would waste another 52 million years while life on earth resets another dominant sentient lifeform to evolve to a point where it can leave the planet and spread earth based life to other worlds, like this planet keeps trying to do, except previous stupid dominant sentient lifeforms like the mega-trilobites and the intellectisaurs just took their sweet time sh*t-posting on social media and playing video games and arguing about team Mogrnk or team Edward, instead of getting their crap together and blowing up planet killer asteroids...
So not only did you save primate based sentient space travel, you avoided an intergalactic war by ensuring that earth life actually gets out there, screws up so many other evolving civilizations with the introduction of our stupid propensity for creating distractions, that billions of lives are saved throughout the galaxy thanks to stupid human influence that the Cricket based space explorers never would have, because they never explored space and actually blew the planet accidentally, resetting everything too far back that the sun blew up waiting for tge crabs to get their crap together.
And I made a couple of hundred bucks in the process selling the Szechuan sauce.
See, I told you... well one of you... not sure if was giraffe-you or you-you, but it was a you and I'm pretty sure they were wearing a hat with a big "M", but I said that you'd work this out... and you did... and i didn't say that entirely for the cash... probably, but I'm not that altruistic, so there probably was an ulterior motive in there somewhere... I kinda suck in that manner... sometimes you are like "$3k...?... huh... yeah, who cares about laying eggs..." and you do something that profits you, not marsupials... well, I do... you did the right thing, and I salute you for that... and if you are a giraffe-you, I also did it to win a bet and you owe me $5k... you giraffes are such suckers for wagering, I works every single time.
Well thanks and good work!
Was there by chance a squeaking sound coming from this asteroid?
Do not think of a pink elephant.
Which asteroid? This asteroid or that one over there?
Ok.
this makes me uneasy
(it's a YouTube video BTW you need to click it)
How are we expected to ignore this thread if it keeps showing up at the top of the commons, taunting us???
wasn't there a render of Floyd 8 mixed with the color pink? I am trying not to think of the pink elephant by thinking of pink Floyd.
I think it was a pink cat mixed with Syd Barrett.
please ignore me while I decide not to look for the glasses I want to wear. Right now not wearing any glasses.
I think I just saw a mouse trying to enter my room!
Are you certain it's not a vole?
only if a vile is a rodent that sneaks around people's houses. Especially ones without meows!
I need a good model of a meow preferably rigged for DS! Preferably one I already have or something
Call these guys... they got rid of most of the stabby gnomes living under the sofa...
So this confirms it's a vole and it's from outer space. And it has no idea how to get out of the house because it certainly can't go back the way it came in.
I like to make my drinks pretty
Oh stupid iPad rotation
I found a way to install Ubuntu onto my desktop. Now trying to figure out how to install Chrome instead of working on my room.
Wait... isn't Australia on the bottom of the planet and everything is upside down not sideways?... I'm feeling like cartoons have lied to me.
Don't worry, the cartoons are correct. iPad rotation is in the opposite direction south of the equator.
Will I dream?
You already are. You didn't think this was reality, did you?
...if you were along the equator that would be the correct orientation.
Thats very Nexus-6 Androidish of you... Yes, I believe you will dream... but only of electric sheep... well, according to Philip K. Dick and the stupid electric sheep who think everything revolves around them... very narcissistic of those electric wool factories.
Having lived for a fair time in Aotearoa ("kia ora" Northlanders!), I'm astounded by your clairvoyance! At a ratio of 5 sheep per 1 human its no wonder that a somnolent pasture of grazers will effectively overwhelm the unconscious mind.
Allied with the advent of 'Agrisolar' (or ‘Agrophotovoltaics’), any sheep now possesses a direct connection to The Power!
*shudders*
As an aside, here in OZ the ratio is only a piddly 3.3 to 1. Barley enough to philip the senses, let alone crossover.
Narcissistic? You are being very cautious. I understand. If word of this post ever gets back to The Pastures, then we are done for: The repercussions of fevered sheep-dreams spilling into reality are too dire to contemplate. Will they? Will you? What becomes after? Who Am I really/dreamily?
Ach! Ewesless to ponder.
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As a further aside, those Nexus upstarts - especially the batty ones, those prissy usurpers - can only dream of the utter pinnacle of perfection that was # IBM 9001.
Photovoltaic Ovines! That's the missing piece of the puzzle!
Now if I could only find the rest of the other 999 pieces, I could finally solve the mystery of who's behind the chinchillas who hired the squirrel assassins who tried to blow up my tractor... I suspected it was some sort of ruminant Bovidae, maybe that cow I bit (I wanted to try really, really rare steak) or Karl (he's a goat)... but Sheep... particularly photovoltaic ones makes more sense than Karl... or a cow... Sheep... man's most feared adversary since the dawn of time... actually about ten after, but close enough... and the electronicness of these ovines in conjunction with the 5G oatmeal I've been eating would make me susceptible to their hallucinatory suggestions, thus explaining my recent desire to eat hay!... There is more to this I suspect... but the game is a hoof... I mean afoot... Hmmm... Baaaah!
On a more personal aside, Thank You McGyver.
Thank you for your enriching dialogues, your poetic hoodoo, your innate ability to transform and parse - oftentimes, with mesmeric wonder - the 'everday' into astonishingly eloquent feats of prose and hilarity.
Truly, your monkeyshines!
Further...the world needs THIS! The world needs you to remind us of our utter follies: To learn to laugh at our preposterous seriousness.
The Bard/Jester enjoys a somewhat inviolable connection with Royalty. Safeguarded by the Prescence, they are free to express and poke and ridicule.
And instruct.
Douglas Adams, George Carlin, et al. - the Great Ones - are sadly missed for this very reason. How fortuitous for us that you exist here and now, transmitting the Great Works up and out.
You cast a long shadow!
Thank you... thats very humbling... usually the only way I get compared to Carlin or Adams is because people think I'm dead too... in their defense I do tend to lay on the ground a lot with flies buzzing about around me... it's a defensive strategy I developed to outwit large predators and bill collectors... I've been told that the odor is quite convincing too... and befriending buzzards is a finishing touch detail that really completes the picture... most people don't know that vultures are quite intelligent and love cuddles and scritchy-scratches behind the ears... well, the spot that looks like there should be ears, but since they are so dinosaurish looking there aren't any (they do have ears, just not like cute bunny ears) which is probably for the better, because if they were too cuddly looking everyone would want to snuggle them and once one gets past the foul vulture smell, they'd discover I was just playing dead and the vultures were really my cohorts and then the whole charade would fall apart...
I think the long shadow thing is because l mostly tend to go out near sunset... it's the best time to go drinking with the raccoons... if you go too late, Fat Vinny will have drunk all the beer... too early and they expect you to provide the libations... which I think means "booze"...
Most of the raccoons around here tend to sound like retired mobsters (like Fat Vinny) or unemployed Shakespearean actors... mostly the last one.
For some reason most of the mobster raccoons seem to have moved to Florida... Fat Vinny and Joey The Mooch are the only ones who really stayed behind... granted, it's a lot classier to drink with raccoons that say words like "libations" and "whence" or "parlous"...
Although...it can get pretentious when you ask "Hey, how's it goin'?" And they are like "That which hath made them drunk hath made me bold, what hath quenched them hath given me fire... blah, blah, blah, gives the stern’st good-night, blah, blah, blah drugged their possums..." ... whatever... it's like dial it back Sir Ian Holm... everything is a soliloquy or a sonnet... you start to miss the old mobster raccoons and the death threats...
But anyway, thank you again... it's nice to know that my laying on the ground surrounded by smelly (but cuddly) vultures is not in vain and the relaying of of such incidents and escapades brings joy or at least temporary distraction to others... definitely the distraction part is especially good when the authorities are looking for me... playing dead is a great strategy for avoiding consequences...
Well, up until someone tries to bury you... that sucks... you'd be surprised how even a shallow grave is hard to get out of, especially if the ground is a little frozen.
If I've helped but one obnoxious individual escape the consequences of a prank or "misunderstanding" gone awry, then my job here is done and I can rest beneath that thin layer of soil and leaves, knowing I've made the world a less consequential place.
But not for too long... you'd be surprised how many earthworms crawl into your pants (if you were wearing pants at the time) if you stay buried for more than an hour or two.
John Wick Chapter 3: Parabellum
Ext. Desert. Day.
John: Consequences
Sofia: Consequences.....
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I oppose, with great vehemence, the foundation of an idiocracy!
Dinosaurs wake up like, "we have survived the asteroid... Now nothing will save the humans from our hard Lego backs. Moohooohahahahaha mooshuporkhahahahahhaha..."