I took it more like galactic credits are banned on Tatooine , and no trader who didn’t want any trouble with the Hutts would be dealing with them. Taking them on would be a world of trouble, like fencing stolen goods

Why not Southend-onesie? That’s still London… somehow…

The thing with the Jedi mind trick is that only Jedi’s think it works.

Everyone else just see a scary lightsaber guy asking them to repeat a sentence and are more than happy to comply if it means they get left alone.

There’s a limit to how much you can pretend though.

• Letting an old man and a kid drive through a checkpoint? Fine, someone else’s problem.

• Selling an obvious narc deathsticks? Yeah, maybe going home and rethinking your life is the right call here.

• Handing over all your life savings for a bad deal? Uh, no actually.

relevant yoosernaim

It’s an old WW2 story. They were trying to improve their bullets thus analysed the returning planes which had collected many. By siphoning the bullets out of the frame they could see which ones had the most luck, and could then manufacture luckier bullets.

Wood Bison looks healthier to me, despite all the negativity of the annotations

“WIIILLSOOONNN”

Dark Magic

“make a copy of me, ditto!”
“sure, no problem”
*existential commentary*

I’m so glad that Kim Kardashian exists to inspire young people today…

exactly - well said, Spiderman

how have I lived my life without ever seeing this

Eh, this is fine.

well when a mommy asymptote and a daddy asymptote meet on opposite ends of an infinite grid, they give birth to a finite area that is carefully and lovingly defined, until the mommy asymptote runs away with a thick veiny fat curve that rules her world, and the daddy asymptote just stands there night-after-night watching them bisect each other

I still get the shakes

I wish door to door fireworks salesman were more common

I usually dont engage directly with my thoughts unless I am talking to myself out loud which I often do.

I think mostly on instinct, and rationalise/summarize my actions only if I have to.

It’s a bit like waking up at night in a pitch black room and making your way to the toilet. You barely remember it the next morning, but if someone asks you about it you say “oh yeah maybe” and retrieve/fabricate a memory of you navigating around furniture in the dark (because you MUST have), but can’t actually recall it.

Last night I was watching a film and felt a pair of eyes on me.

But they weren’t on me, they were on the TV, and me and this little guy watched Deadpool together

He also wrote the theme song for Pringles crisps. This may not be true.