Sometimes you buy the dip, and sometimes you are the dip.

What normies see if you give them anything other than an Instagram handle

Theydies

Hugleikur‘s humour epitomises a very Icelandic combination of crudeness, surrealism and pathos. It has a gravitas the likes of Cyanide And Happiness can never reach.

And over there, the horniest people in the psych ward

You’re Swiss-Saudi?

Of course it’s slop

Once again, super-strong zombies. Death is not a superpower.

The banana would be a modern art reference

If you can imagine fucking in it, it’s a fursona.

If your favourite band from college was The Cure, it was always inevitable. Robert Smith was born for moaning about the miseries of a lifetime’s losses and regrets.

Genesis from the point where Adam already exists.

So, Genesis, only with extra misogyny?

A “flying car” would be just an aircraft that can fit in a traffic lane. For good reasons, aircraft are regulated much more strictly than cars, requiring regular inspections which are checked, as well as having requirements for flight plans, pre-flight checks and more. Mass-market “flying cars”, if they gained adoption on the same scale as their earthbound precursors, would have to be deregulated much like cars, to the point where Joe Sixpack can drive/fly to the shops on a whim without going through the kinds of pre-flight procedures private-jet-owning multimillionaires pay good money to employ people to take care of for them. Which would mean skies full of poorly maintained rustbuckets piloted by people living paycheck to paycheck who need them to get to their job on time. From time to time, these would fall out of the sky and crush or incinerate people in their homes. If this came to pass, society would have to accept this as the price of progress, in the way it accepts road deaths and mass shootings.

In Europe, 200km is a long distance

In the US, 200 years is a long time

As a jazz musician once said, you’ve gotta know the rules to break them.

( looks at harried, sleep-deprived parent wrangling four squawling children into a minivan) “This person fucks.”

“Here I will confess that I was anticipating the Schwebebahn to be a novelty, more of a gimmick than a real transit route, like Los Angeles’s Angels Flight funicular or San Francisco’s cable cars… I was immediately proven incorrect”

Tell me you’re American without saying you’re American.

Well, women want fish (and me fear me)

Vibe-coded?