"Strip Mall Funeral Parlor" is the name of my next band.
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Books. Bikes. Boomsticks.
“I only regret that I have but one face to palm for my country.”
"Times are starting to get tough for Tesla. The electric vehicle automaker had been riding high, with quarter after quarter of successive growth and plenty of profits in the process. But lately, that success has mostly been due to a series of price cuts meant to tempt customers to buy into an aging lineup. This March, the company reported its first quarterly decline since 2020.Basically, Tesla's challenge was to learn how to make a car company faster than established car companies could learn how to make Teslas.
Now, it plans to lay off more than 10 percent of its workforce, according to an internal memo seen by Reuters."
ZCQOTD: "This man has built an impregnable stone house with lovely west-facing balconies on the summit of Mount Stupid."
If a user typed in "Twitter.com," they would see "Twitter.com" as they typed it before hitting "Post." But, after submitting, the platform would show "X.com" in its place on the X for iOS app, without the user's permission, for everyone viewing the post.
"Caitlin Clark couldn't play for a Division One NCAA men's team!" -Joel in IT, 5'8" 240lbs
"If Back to the Future was set today, Marty would go back to 1994. The kids in the past would be listening to Nirvana. Marty would amaze and confuse them with White Stripes and Radiohead songs, and intimidate his dad by pretending to be Neo from The Matrix. He'd be baffled by the lack of wifi."
Zahal has probably a two week window where they could get away with rather a lot of murder and not many tears would be shed until long after the shooting died down.It was gonna be a tough job rooting out Hamas from their nests among the densely-populated Gaza Strip, but with the outrage still fresh, much of the world would probably look the other way for a reasonable amount of collateral damage.
Joke's on you.April Fool's Day is on the 2nd of the month this year because of leap year.
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"Two troupes, both alike in dignity,
In fair Lopburi, where we lay our scene,
From ancient grudge break to new mutiny,
Where monkey blood makes monkey paws unclean.
From forth the fatal loins of these two foes
A pair of star-cross'd lovers take their life;
Whose misadventured piteous overthrows
Do with their death bury their parents' strife."
Contestant: "I'll take 'People Who've Walked on the Moon' for $400, Aaron."Aaron: "It's a hoax, you sheeple!"Contestant: "Okay, then, give me 'Famous Vaccine Inventors' for $200?"Aaron: "AAAARGH!!!" *rips up note cards*
Aaron: "And for Final Jeopardy, 'The water is turning the frogs' this. You have thirty seconds."Music: 🎶 Doo-do-doo-do... 🎶
"Writers emerging from one of the world’s most secretive organizations is perhaps not as strange or ironic as it sounds. On its face, of course, espionage lends itself to colorful stories. There’s the tradecraft—wigs, disguises, false passports, dead drops, brush passes. The secrecy and elitism of a closed world. The sex appeal of trying to woo informants, convince odd characters to betray their countries. The exotic, often gritty, locales. The danger and high stakes of global issues like terrorism, weapons of mass destruction, rogue nation-states. If this isn’t top-shelf thriller stuff, what is?
But in the years since I left the agency, I’ve learned there are also less obvious things that compel a former to start typing. The quieter wraiths. Ghosts of decisions, the effects of war, failed or unresolved operations—all the things that pop into your head in the grocery store and wake you up at zero dark thirty. In my case, I helped apprehend an alleged Al-Qaeda terrorist in Baghdad—only to learn, years later, we might have nabbed the wrong guy. The irresolution and guilt still plague me; they came out in my novel in the form of a spy caught in the crosswinds of the Arab Spring who makes decisions that have lasting and unintended consequences. Espionage, I often say, is a profession of loose ends."