4 billion years of fixing inorganic carbon in the biosphere. Sometimes mistakes O2 for CO2. Not as fast as some enzymes, but very abundant. Here, have some phosphoglycerates about it.
The on-the-fly meme-making by the Trekkies is positively inspiring.
Pippin’s barrels and brooch at Isengard. One of the best chapters.
Was the Tachi ejected to save MCRN? Or did it float out of a wreck?
Lies, Inc. is another by PKD that will leave your head spinning.
He could wear the one ring and remain unaffected by it, laughed at it even. Then he could make the ring vanish and bring it back at will.
He seemed unconcerned by the war, almost as if he knew of and had seen wars greater and far more terrible. Yet he had chosen a side and was willing to provide what aid he could.
He was Doolittle to all lifeforms, his songs tranquilized ancient evils, and he could be called upon at long range to swiftly respond.
His very existence suggested fundamental mysteries about the world; old and powerful.
Bombadil, moreso than Strider, was the embodiment of strong, old roots not withering, remaining out of reach of the frost. Old roots that could reason with willows and wights.
While reading up on The Last Boy Scout, I found this:
Shane Black and Tony Scott both expressed dissatisfaction with the final film, and said in later years how the original script was far better. Scott accused Joel Silver of interfering with the production and swore off working with the producer again. His next film, True Romance, features an unflattering film producer character patterned after Silver.
Was this before or after the 3rd season of Westworld?
Calexico - Flat Handed and on the Wing
Old Toby, not even once.
You just can’t get away from them.
It’s a lot of plastic. What if a canning jar was used instead? Then we just have to convince Packaging to switch to waxed paper bags or something.
“People are taking the piss out of you every day. They butt into your life, take a cheap shot at you and then disappear. They leer at you from tall buildings and make you feel small. They make flippant comments from buses that imply you’re not sexy enough and that all the fun is happening somewhere else. They are on TV making your girlfriend feel inadequate. They have access to the most sophisticated technology the world has ever seen and they bully you with it. They are The Advertisers and they are laughing at you. You, however, are forbidden to touch them. Trademarks, intellectual property rights and copyright law mean advertisers can say what they like wherever they like with total impunity. Fuck that. Any advert in a public space that gives you no choice whether you see it or not is yours. It’s yours to take, re-arrange and re-use. You can do whatever you like with it. Asking for permission is like asking to keep a rock someone just threw at your head. You owe the companies nothing. Less than nothing, you especially don’t owe them any courtesy. They owe you. They have re-arranged the world to put themselves in front of you. They never asked for your permission, don’t even start asking for theirs.”
Banksy