Sunk cost fallacy.

You could probably poll 10,000 random Americans and find about 25% that would be in favor of eating lightbulbs and severing diplomatic ties with the magical land of Oz. That bottom 25% of Americans has got some real issues.

Give him one made of chocolate. See how long it takes for him to notice.

OPEC managed to fuck United States up pretty bad back in the 70s.

“Evolution?”

The irony of this being Soviet anti-war propaganda is not lost on me.

“I need you to prove that you’re bi.”

[produces ticket stub]

“Fuck, that’s good proof.”

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Fun Toy Banned Because Of Three Stupid Dead Kids

Why would I?

Take one of the most violently-contested parts of the Earth, a center of blood feuds that have been raging for, depending on how you count it, between eighty and six thousand years, a place that has become synonymous for “a location of endless conflict,” take that piece of real estate, enhance the violence, and then tell yourself you’re going to build a bunch of high-end real estate and invite rich assholes to move in.

What could possibly go wrong?

Okay, well, the last time I made this joke it came true, so I’m going to throw some salt over my shoulder after I say it, but how about instead of that, we just give Russia about 20,000 square miles of Alaska. We can start with the entirety of the Aleutian Island chain (about 6,800 sq. miles), and then work out some chunk of the mainland for the rest. That seems reasonable.

And if that does come true, then by God I’m going to go out and buy a lottery ticket.

/nominativedeterminism

“If you build it, they won’t pull out when they come.”

Could they do the thing that airports do with geese, where they get a Labrador to run around and bark at the birds and the birds say, “Ehh… fuck this area” and leave of their own accord?

I haven’t used AeroPress, but I appreciate that the French press is equally useful for making both hot and cold brew coffee. Mine is all-metal and you could just about beat someone to death with it.

Electric kettle.

Bone conduction headphones.

Rechargeable head lamp.

Nice EDC knife.

Driving gloves.

A really good insulated cup.

French press.

Digital kitchen scale.

Slow cooker.

Conan the Barbarian (1982) has no right to be as good as it is. On paper, it’s a dumb sword and sorcery flick with a body builder who could barely speak English in the lead. But everyone involved does an incredible job, from the acting to the directing, to the score. It’s a crime that Destroyer trashed up the formula, and we never got Conan the King.

My mom made money as a lobbyist when I was a kid.

She lobbied on behalf of family farms that wanted to limit the use of bovine growth hormones, either because they had moral objections to pumping their cows full of steroids or because its use gave advantages to factory dairy farms over small family operations.

Lobbying is a disease on democracy, but there are moral cases for its existence in certain circumstances.