The capital building has been simultaneously seized and released by radical centrists who have given an unspecified deadline, some day in the distant future when the time is right, for officials to comply with their demands for big changes in how we do nothing.
The shadowy centrist terrorist organization known as QUANTUM FOAM seeks to disrupt society by making very small changes, negative and positive, such that each one immediately cancels another one out completely.
"In a world where for every action there is an equal and opposite reaction, we have the courage to say that the only true action is inaction," a hooded figure identified only as The Exescusioner said.
"It's kind of a play on 'excuse' and 'executioner' but I'm not sure it really comes through," they added. "I kind of regret going for it but my other idea was the Moderator, which misses the mark for already being a different thing. I didn't think this through."
"If I were writing this as a joke on the internet I definitely would feel like I should have stopped the thread before that point and probably by about the third tweet after I'd be seriously thinking about my choices."
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So the thing we do now when we have contractors in is we put the cats in Jack's office, which they're not *not* allowed in but which they have only irregular access to... and after a second time I think they've figured out what's going on, but are chill with it.
I think they're like, "Oh, we got uninterrupted access to the Secret Room of Secrets? With special convenient on-site refreshments and litter? No humans allowed? Sign me up!"
Which is convenient, for as long as they don't change their minds about it.
And the thing is, while the memes about "pollute space instead" are funny... that's not even getting at half of what's wrong here. He says it himself: HEAVY industry. We'd wreck the planet faster lifting it into orbit, if we could.
(Blocking people who say "space elevator".)
Like, let's say just for the sake of Jeff's argument that water is a gimme. Let's assume that we can get enough ice in space that all the water needed for industrial processes is just there.
Oof. So sounds like we're going to have to have our sewer line dug out and replaced, and in the process get rid of my favorite tree (which has betrayed me by sending roots into the sewer line, among other issues with the pipe).
Oh, I definitely can't, both in the sense that it's not that type of tree and in that I definitely don't have the means... someone could perhaps weave a basket out of it, but I don't need a basket.
To be very clear, and I'm sure that was kindly meant, but me being wistful about a tree isn't a problem that I need strange men on the internet to solve for me.
So, Skyward Sword on Switch... anyone know what they did with all the motion controls? Because they prevented me from being able to play the game when it first came out.
That scene in The Crown where Philip, in a fit of ennui following the moon landing, flies his plane a bit higher than is safe for conventional aircraft, takes on a new poignancy in the era of the Whacky Space Race.
I'm honestly glad there are so many Whitey on the Moon references today because there's also a lot of people talking about how "everybody" used to rally around space flight, which I get what they mean but, like absolutely all absolutes, it does erase nuance.
Oh no, my artisanal collection of inefficiently solved math problems is now worthless! Why did I think trading away real money for fake money was a good idea?
Wait, I never did that. Never mind. I'm good!
Something legally recognized as tender for all debts public and private.
Now, I could buy a hamburger with a chicken if I could convince someone to take it in trade, and I could pay my debt with Pokemon cards if the lender agreed, but that's barter.
Check again, friend. The robust and reliable US dollar will get you a LOT more bitcoins today than it would yesterday, if those are your favorite flavor of beanie baby.