Ever get the sense that just maybe, someone out there past the boundaries of the only nation that exists, probably fictional, certainly not worth having on your Christmas card list, might have figured out a different way to do things?

I wish we could be as certain about ‘read’.

Last week I texted my wife “I desire chicken” and Autocorrect tried to change it to "I desire children. I don’t, Autocorrect. In either sense! What sick game are you playing…?

What bugs me most is whether ‘biannual’ means twice per year or every second year.

I’d like to be able to mark specific top level posts as ‘don’t show me this again’.

they can expect less content to be available for free

Less corporate content. But if big business wants to fuck right off the internet forever, it’s okay by me.

Paywalls, but the content has to be absolutely stellar for me to consider paying for an account.

I have several first cousins I’d like to have removed. But I’ve always known their kids as my second cousins.

Cooking. I’ve been trying new recipes lately and realised I have enough experience under my belt to sorta predict the result I’m going to get based on the ingredients and method.

Below is a horror movie set on a submarine. There’s quite a lot of ordinary daily activity before things turn sour.

TIL, I guess. I always thought it was spelled with an ‘A’ too.

Paintball with 20-somethings. I expected someone to shoot me in the arse from five feet away for a laugh, I didn’t think they’d be on my team.

Honestly, I don’t know what’s supposed to be fun about cave diving. Like, normal diving doesn’t push your buttons any more so the next logical step is to go diving in a grave?

Extinction. Our technology gives us the power of gods, but we still have the brains of hunter-gatherers optimised for living in tribes of less than 150 people. My own death doesn’t worry me, I’m not bothered by knowing I’ll be forgotten, but the possibility that there might not be anyone to carry on is what I think about at 3 AM when I can’t sleep.

You forgot to mention how wacky Stargate was. Remote viewing, death by telekinesis, ‘psychic hugs’…

There’s a theory that we were able to evolve our big problem-solving brains because we got access to higher-quality protein after teaming up with dogs as hunting partners. So did we breed them to be pets or did they breed us to be caretakers?

That’s going to depend a lot on context. Did he travel the world for five years, working a different temporary job at each stop? Or did he repeatedly get fired for pissing in the boss’ in-tray?

I’ve read a comment by someone who put a staircase in their memory palace with a step for each entry on the periodic table of elements. Anecdotal, I know.

This’ll probably make me go blind, but I’m on board. How?

I’m guessing this wine’s vintage is some time last week?