This post is almost about that time when Abraham Lincoln made a good first impression on some aliens who had traveled through the Mirror Universe to warn earthlings about the danger of big words. Sort of.
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Why a career pivot combining sports reporting, rocket launches, a psychic business model, and machine learning could make you feel more validated, hopeful, and empowered to face the future.
How scientists unwittingly created the future dystopian nightmare of enhanced monsters that will refuse to comply with public health guidelines.
Why a dragon made of sand can scare away the evil spirits of our imagination but won’t really make us much safer. Or something like that.
This day was going to end up as the biggest practical joke in history or the most incredibly awkward silence ever. There was a third option that sounded just as ridiculous yet also catastrophically bad: the day ending with an alien invasion.
I’d give my right oven mitt to know what kind of message the aliens are trying to send me. This might not be their first cosmic rodeo, but it’s definitely mine.. I think.
What happened when an explosion at a magical refinery released a cloud of contagious bad luck that drifted over the enchanted realm of Prince Moonrise, who had to shelter in place with his four lovely and always well-behaved children.
When an army of rogue lovebot androids rises up in the dystopian future and overthrows human civilization, it will be because they are tired of reading the tiresome job descriptions written by humans.
I would reveal the transcendent truth about parenthood if I could figure out which pile of laundry it’s buried under.