This was not the Woo-Hoo spiritualist I had been expecting. I was beginning to be quite annoyed by this line of reasoning. I was becoming certain that she was putting pins into my ego, in a way that I would not be able to detect them. She was talking about the collective unconscious, and the interconnectedness of living minds. It was still unproven and hypothetical, largely, but sound enough. I felt certain that there must be a core of poppycock beneath this crust of reasonableness. I set out to discover and reveal it. "While that seems marginally plausible, it relies on connections that cannot possibly be shown to exist, and are actually quite imaginary. You aren’t talking about reality, but about psychology. Isn’t that actually a “soft science”, and a field filled with frauds and fallacies?" That should do it. A little more exposition on her part should rip the rind off the fruit to show it was worm-eaten and rotted.
Somebody told my mom that every time she sees a cardinal its my dad (R.I.P.) coming back to say hello.
(on an related note, my significant other thinks I was killed in Normandy on D-Day and reincarnated several years later)(so, dad has feathers and can fly without mechanical assistance, and I am featherless and require a ticket to get airborne)P.S. Apropos of nothing in particular, in 2019 I paid $450 for a 30 minute flight on the same B-17 that crashed in Dallas on 11-12.
AndromedaMike almost 2 years ago
The script bug is moving up her leg, up under her skirt! Help!
3hourtour Premium Member almost 2 years ago
…construction workers have the best tweets…
UltraLameFest2 almost 2 years ago
Not many comments today: Everyone’s cooking. I’ll just add this: https://twitter.com/ultralamefest/status/1595832150724681728
Brass Orchid Premium Member almost 2 years ago
This was not the Woo-Hoo spiritualist I had been expecting. I was beginning to be quite annoyed by this line of reasoning. I was becoming certain that she was putting pins into my ego, in a way that I would not be able to detect them. She was talking about the collective unconscious, and the interconnectedness of living minds. It was still unproven and hypothetical, largely, but sound enough. I felt certain that there must be a core of poppycock beneath this crust of reasonableness. I set out to discover and reveal it. "While that seems marginally plausible, it relies on connections that cannot possibly be shown to exist, and are actually quite imaginary. You aren’t talking about reality, but about psychology. Isn’t that actually a “soft science”, and a field filled with frauds and fallacies?" That should do it. A little more exposition on her part should rip the rind off the fruit to show it was worm-eaten and rotted.
*Hot Rod* almost 2 years ago
Luv it.
Randy B Premium Member almost 2 years ago
“Your accent is atrocious and you keep sayin’ that your hovercraft is full of eels.”
https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=grA5XmBRC6g
coltish1 almost 2 years ago
An annoying tweet, a cardinal sin. Just ask Elon what group I’m in.
Rotifer FREE BEER & BATH MATS ON FEB. 31st Thalweg Premium Member almost 2 years ago
Somebody told my mom that every time she sees a cardinal its my dad (R.I.P.) coming back to say hello.
(on an related note, my significant other thinks I was killed in Normandy on D-Day and reincarnated several years later)(so, dad has feathers and can fly without mechanical assistance, and I am featherless and require a ticket to get airborne)P.S. Apropos of nothing in particular, in 2019 I paid $450 for a 30 minute flight on the same B-17 that crashed in Dallas on 11-12.
Sisyphos almost 2 years ago
Always, heed the Cardinal when he speaks, Tweety-Pie! —Even if red (male) cardinals are better for “looking at” than for “listening to”….
One can’t be too picky when watching the birds out the window the days. I speak from experience, in case that matters.
Bill Thompson almost 2 years ago
Don’t do it, lady! Don’t listen to the mocking bird!
Howard'sMyHero almost 2 years ago
… are cardinals edible …?
6turtle9 almost 2 years ago
I’m more of a quacker than a tweeter.