I really wanna know!

When mealtime approached, she would slither through the porridge or the vegetables, and thus everything was greased and salted and ready to eat.

My mom was not the BEST cook in the world…

Worse still, your fairytale has a Polish (The Witcher monsters) middle and a Danish (HC Andersen’s The Ugly Duckling) beginning.

Time is a 4th dimension when talking about spacetime, which assumes three dimensions of space and one dimension of progressing time.

Yeah, that’s basically what I was referring to. Everything I know about dimensions, I learned from Doctor Who, Hitchhiker’s Guide to the Galaxy and Donnie Darko!

stabs pencil through folded paper to illustrate wormhole

Wet cettera.

…isn’t the 4th dimension just time?

“This post is a paleontological disaster” is my favorite sentence of all I’ve read in this month and today’s the 30th! 😂❤️

Yes.

I’m sorry, you seem to have misspelled “glorious”…

With that attitude, he’d be the WORST interior decorator!

🎵 Make space for WHAT?!

Because that would require ridiculously large computer monitors. Much larger than current technology permits.

Olden Times, Roman

Or added serifs to the bottom of them all 😁

🎵 Come on JB now it’s time to blow doors down!

🎵 The PIIICKLE of the opera is here! Inside your mind…

Fun* fact: the Spice Girls song Spice Up Your Life was originally called Spice Up Your Pickle and was about encouraging pickle-assisted stabbing.

*read: false

That’s decidedly unfun and headhurty for those of us less mathemstically inclined. Also so deep into the theoretical weeds that I’m not sure that “fact” applies…

Breakfast of champions!

Something similar happened to my dad. His “ignore the pain education” came from growing up on a very conservative family farm in the 50s and early 60s rather than from the military, but the result was about the same.

One day, he rang up his GP complaining that his chest “hurt a little bit”. His doctor, knowing how much pain he would have to be in to ever mention it to others told him to get to the nearest hospital immediately.

My dad did so, (DRIVING HIMSELF) and sure enough, his heart was so clogged up that he needed an emergency quadruple bypass.

If he’d had said the same thing to a doctor who didn’t know him and his insanely high learned pain threshold, or followed his initial instinct of not complaining , he would have died home alone at only 50.

Instead, he celebrated his 73rd birthday with friends and family a little over 6 months ago because he went against his son of a farmer “training”.