You can find your daughter beautiful in a “light of my life” or “I can see her mother in her” kind of a way. But “attractive”? Nah, that’s right out.

Even more hilarious if you have a papillion.

One of their most beloved erotic cartoonists is Tom of Holland.

JJJ publishes them in an attempt to ruin Spider-Man’s public image. The public instead is desperately thirsty for the spider-bod. Sales of the Bugle go through the roof. JJJ is consumed by the conflict between his hate boner for Spider-Man and his capitalism boner for selling more issues of the Bugle.

I’m pretty well convinced that gravity plating has to be negligible power draw or possibly even passive technology, since they’ve boarded centuries-old derelict ships that still have artificial gravity. Maybe the gravity plating contains some exotic space-warping material that generates a gravity field. That could also explain the times when someone becomes intangible and can walk through walls, but don’t fall through the floor.

Not sure which one, but it’s from The Samurai Trilogy.

Slowly decaying, shriveling, succumbing to the inevitable ravages of entropy that will ultimately reduce me to an undifferentiated pile of organic mess, no matter what means I or anyone else tries to employ to slow the descent.

King Missile - Cheesecake Truck

Suppose that, at a given moment, a certain number of people are engaged in the manufacture of pins. They make as many pins as the world needs, working (say) eight hours a day. Someone makes an invention by which the same number of men can make twice as many pins as before. But the world does not need twice as many pins: pins are already so cheap that hardly any more will be bought at a lower price. In a sensible world, everybody concerned in the manufacture of pins would take to working four hours instead of eight, and everything else would go on as before. But in the actual world this would be thought demoralizing. The men still work eight hours, there are too many pins, some employers go bankrupt, and half the men previously concerned in making pins are thrown out of work. There is, in the end, just as much leisure as on the other plan, but half the men are totally idle while half are still overworked. In this way, it is insured that the unavoidable leisure shall cause misery all round instead of being a universal source of happiness. Can anything more insane be imagined?

–Bertrand Russell, In Praise of Idleness

There’s also the thread of dumping on a person for liking something because it is popular. “Boo! Basic opinion! You should like the weird niche stuff that I like because I fit into that extremely narrow niche!”

And I applaud the weird shit that isn’t for everyone, I think that’s where some of the stuff I love the most comes from, but sometimes there’s a very good reason that something is already widely beloved.

Just do it in the bathtub, that should be fine, right?!

“For my friends, everything. For my enemies, the law.”

In that way, he’s being honest; he “feels badly,” because the mechanism by which he feels feelings is fucked up, so he is bad at feeling emotions.

Behold, grass:

The flag of Earth:

W dodged those shoes like someone who’d had shoes thrown at them before.