This was originally a Warhol idea, wasn’t it?
A six hour film of the Empire State building, as the day goes and the lighting changes, I think it was meant as like a window from an apartment or office right in the thick of Manhattan.

Truth be told, I don’t hate the idea. Currently, it could be a framed digital screen on a loop, or showing a webcam feed. Why not a live view of Istanbul, or of the Moroccan desert?

Don’t you wish there was a way to quit enabling these shit-kickin’ shitheads. To let them actually live what they preach, in isolation without their shitwater splashing and spilling around everywhere else.

None of their politicians asking for handouts behind closed doors and under the table, too embarrassed to admit to the voters that yes, indeed, a collective government IS extremely useful AND convenient when you need it the most, and not only when YOU need it but also when OTHERS need it, too.

But one might as well try and explain quantum mechanics to a goddamned brick wall.

Then there is also all those mediocre non-voters who empowered by default the motivated-by-hysteria, toxic dregs of society, up and down Main St. and deep within their communities and suburbs.

This, like so many other cruel unnecessary things, could have been easily avoided.
“But… but… muh puriteh! bOtH pArTiEs ArE tHe SaMe LoL aMiRiTe”
vOtE fOr A wOmAn? mE?!! wHeN PIGS FLY!!!

The mental gymnastics so many non-voters use to convince themselves that their lazy mediocrity is not a HUGE part of the problem. They exert a hundred times the energy to stab themselves in the chest with a rusty knife, and as gangrene sets in, they fancy themselves as hero martyrs, because they so bravely did nothing of value to stop this. Useless deadweight flakes that they are.

2 - 6 - 3 - 4 - 1 - 8 - 5.
The wedges you can keep.

What time is it?
It’s Beer O’clock!

Wainscoting. Sounds like… a little Dorset village. Wainscoting.

…unless you heat them up first, to kill the bacteria; two minutes on HIGH ought to do it.

Orange-shooting Man!

The Battle Of The World Wars Two has begun!

Squat P, Diddly

Chuckables.
Guffawfables.

Pray with me.

Some of these fellows are packin’ some serious heat!

I didn’t care, until it happened to me! TO ME!!!

A ball, however tiny, has 3 dimensions, it has a surface that moves around a mathematical point at the center of the sphere.
A point of zero dimensions has no diameter nor perimeter, no surface with which to spin. Yet when influenced by a magnetic field, a point-like indivisible particle behaves as if it does spin.

As Chief Brody might say, we’re gonna need a bigger math!
How about imaginary numbers and the complex plane?
Now add the Uncertainty Principle, just for shits ‘n’ giggles!
Probability space! Probability amplitudes and polarizations!

Where’s my man Maxwell at?
Also - should he get his own, or be placed along with Faraday, like Crick & Watson.

QCP!

That’s in the US. Over at CERN they call 'em Truth and Beauty, and I really want that to stick.

Up peas / Down peas
Strange peas / Charmed peas
Truth peas / Beauty peas