Oh to be the guitarist in an electronica band.

bart simpson and milhouse from the simpsons talking Alt: bart simpson and milhouse from the simpsons talking. Milhouse is saying "he's back, in pog form"

Remember mainframe?

IT peaked at Virtual Boy. It's all been downhill since.
#ChangeMyMind

These are the final words of me, Sol Moon, bearing witness to the last moments of the Starship Undertaking.

It was time to face reality. After all these years, Dora realised that the one thing she had not explored was her own need for adventure and danger, and also she was a mermaid now apparently

Girl, your man looks like he'd send toast back for being too spicy

In sadness and loss, the people assembled, and in the melancholic joy of life going on, they sang. In drunkenness, they vomited and then, in a complete stupor, they fell over into the vomit, rolled around, got vomit and sticks in their hair, and fell asleep.

It moves! We can watch as the Kepler supernova remnant changes over a quarter of century in X-rays from Chandra. #aas247
chandra.si.edu/photo/2026/k...

Look at this bad boy

The mysteries of... The Bell Curve

Actuality, that *isn't* the way I like it

You've heard of elf on a shelf, get ready for fey on a sleigh

TEN THOUSAND SEVEN HUNDRED NIPPLES

I DON'T GIVE A *whispers* ʰᵒᵛᵉʳᶦⁿᵍ ʰᵉᶜᵏ

There's no "I" in "Orchestra", Sharon

I found a flowchart which helps you navigate the IT landscape

*Phone rings*
Me: Hello?
Voice, whispers: six seven days

"Oh great Wise One, I come before you to seek your counsel. Where may I find that which I have lost?"

"Mate, what do I look like, the Knowledgeable One?"

Your man looks like he writes clean limericks on a book of poetry he'll never publish

Your man looks like he writes dirty limericks on toilet stall walls

Girl, your man looks like he prefers the prequel trilogy

Your man looks like he'd throw gun in rock paper scissors

Seeking connection, we embrace the void

Hamburger in the streets, hamburglar in the sheets

Nature abhors three things most deeply. Of vacuum, all are aware. Of comprehension, many are not. The third and most unknown thing, though, is limericks.

I simply ask the universe for a large violin, and: Viola! There it is.

You're *what*?!
SKIN SUIT, crusted

Rupert, son of Egbert, of whom many dark tales are told but which shall not be retold here, was known by all in the Midland as a man of great knowledge and craft, but to none was the knowledge gifted of his forthcoming two weeks leave

Pompeii and ceremonyeii

Uber but for organs