Utter_Karate [he/him, comrade/them]

I am a bit bothered by how the modern borders of Croatia seem like they are designed just to prevent Bosnia and Hercegovina from having a coast. I get that you can have a thin country, but they are really pushing it. Give them one beach!

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The Toungue map.

The idea that different parts of the tongue are responsible for feeling different tastes. This blatantly false idea was made up in 1901 out of thin air and then made its way into biology classrooms somehow. It was taught to schoolchildren (including me) for about 100 years as a biological fact, even though every human being in that time proved it false by experiment thousands of times by eating things and tasting them with the “wrong” parts of the tongue. It doesn’t quite count as an example of this happening today, because we finally realized that it simply wasn’t true and have stopped teaching it, but still: 100 years is a long time to realize that something is false when every human being in the world is confronted with physical evidence several times every day.

Once this happens to the music industry, we need to make sure the kids are all prepared to open Netscape Navigator, go to AltaVista and search for “Napster”. They’ll thank us later.

I wonder how many times he could have gone “And then she makes me suck her feet again” in the script before someone intervened.

That must be extra embarassing for the cops since all Italians are notorious cowards.

I like that engine.

To save even more money, switch over completely to a diet of things you find on the ground.

To save even more money, stop bathing, showering and brushing your teeth.

To save even more money, stop living in a house and move into the sewers.

To save even more money, stop wearing clothes.

To save even more money, stop communicating with expensive words, settling instead for grunting, growling and maybe barking like a dog. Consider filing your teeth pointy.

To save even more money, stop using tools. Emerge from your sewer hideout only at night to prowl the streets on all fours, feral and bewildered, eyes grown pale and milky from years in the dark sewers darting maniacally back and forth while your filth-encrusted teeth and nails twitch in anticipation of the slightest movement.

This is how I was able to afford a starter house by age 30. This and a $400 000 loan from my father.

Well, as he found out from one of those young Japanese males, the answer is a firm no.