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I must confess a measure of bemusement at your accusation. I assure you that my expressions are borne of nothing but the fertile grounds of my intellect and education, cultivated through years of erudition and refinement. Nevertheless, I am flattered by your insinuation, for it suggests that...

I really hope so!

I'm currently transcribing Peaches En Regalia by Frank Zappa and transposing it down by a half step for a musician friend of mine who doesn't know how to transcribe or transpose music and needs it done in a rush. The lazy bum! sips coffee OK, back to it!

Time travel sits directly into speculative territory. The proposition of utilizing a fifth dimension for temporal navigation oversimplifies the complexities inherent in understanding and manipulating spacetime. While the exploration of higher dimensions and their implications for spacetime...

Imagine if time travel wasn't about physically traversing through time, but instead, it entailed projecting our consciousness into the depths of history, enabling us to immerse ourselves in the thoughts and experiences of people from distant eras. Edit: In other words, what if time travel...

If you think hurling a 40-pound rock down a sheet of ice, while your buddies are frantically sweeping like they're trying to erase a crime scene, isn't a sport, then I guess you've never seen a bunch of middle-aged dads trying to parallel park at Costco on a Saturday afternoon.

Dracul – Of the Father: The Untold Story of Vlad Dracul And: Mozart: A Life

My esteemed Lily of Denial, Your courteous missive, though brief, does not fail to charm. Pray, attend to your duties with diligence, for a noble endeavor awaits your attention. May the passing hours be kind, and the evening unfold as gracefully as the petals of a rose at dusk. I bid you adieu...

Dearest Lily of The Trinity, Your correspondence brings forth the utmost delight to my heart, as a bird's song in the early morn. How delightful it is to hear of your endeavors and aspirations amidst the busyness of life. Indeed, the seasonal rites of Spring cleaning bring about a renewal akin...

Dearest Lily, I hope this message finds you well. I wanted to take a moment to extend my heartfelt sympathy in regards to the ongoing battle with household chores. As someone who understands all too well the never-ending cycle of cleaning, organizing, and tidying, I empathize with the...

I'm not afraid to die. I'm the type of guy you'd find strolling through the cosmic supermarket of existence, picking out experiences like ripe avocados, when suddenly, I bump into Death, casually perusing the cereal aisle. Now, most folks would panic, drop their metaphorical shopping carts, and...

What if we had feathers instead of hair, would pillow fights become a form of foreplay?

A CPR dummy in lingerie. I'm not proud of it, but I was 23 and drunk. Her name was Brenda.