Friday Ephemera (800)
For a second, I thought it was chicken. || Intriguing meat. || Less difficult than it seemed. || For whumping. || It weighs 60 tonnes and arrived 80,000 years ago. || They do this better than you would. || On heels at the beach. || “A less crazy candidate,” says she. || The 100 most spoken languages. || Mother of six. Also drunk. Also a moron. || Two cats, two theremins. || The wrong concerto. || How to aggravate wasps. || On who should be in charge. || She knows she’s pretty, you see. || A three-year project to see music. || Pounder. || Point well made. || Today’s word is parenting. || Five hundred years of the vulgar tongue. Previously. || And yet what I noticed was the finger pinch. || He, unlike you, has an autonomous flying umbrella. || Frozen dinner. || And finally, a notable display of vocal range.
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“Just because we’re from Minnesota does not mean we’re dumb.”
and:
and an extended essay here:
Social pressure works on both sexes, but is especially hard on women. But how to make the internet less toxic? That’s the question.
A suggestion: Only citizens may hold any government office, local state or federal. And they must be the children of citizens. Case in point: this worm.
Ender’s Game
Speaker for the Dead
Gotta love the Napoleon Dynamite ref.
Well, unless that IS Jon Heder.
Niven. Pournelle. Zelazney. Pratchett. The Stars My Destination. Dune. Fritz Lieber’s Fafhred and the gray Mouser. Judith Merrill anthologies.