JFC NY Times, you’re just noticing his decline now?. It’s been self-evident for years.

Stuff like this has a real ‘whistling past the graveyard’ quality to it.

I’m sure it’s catnip to his base, but man, does it ever have the possibility of coming back to haunt him if she keeps building momentum at this rate.

News like this makes me wonder if David Bowie finally reincarnated somewhere on Earth. Everything went to shit in 2016 after he left for his home planet.

It’s pronounced “xitter.”

While I wouldn’t say that’s right, I also wouldn’t come right out and call it wrong either. This very much engages with the “Selfish Gene”, an heuristic model of thinking about evolution from the perspective of the gene itself instead of populations.

As an added amusement, the book “The Selfish Gene” came out in 1976, and is the source of the word “meme,” used somewhat differently than it is now, naturally.

Haha, I’ve been using old.lemmy.world for so long I’d forgotten I even had the Space Needle profile on my account. Was truly puzzled for a minute.

“How do they know I’m in Seattle? Oh, yeah.”

Generation X here.

You can predict the outcome of this court’s decisions with two questions:
A: Will it cause chaos?

B: Is it cruel?

They seem to feel it’s bonus points if the answer to both is yes.

The differences between the classic American and English breakfasts are one of those things that make travel between the two countries so pleasing, at least for me.

Different enough from one another to feel mildly exotic, yet similar enough to make you feel (mostly) at home.

Did wonder while I was over there ages ago why no one had shown them you can fry green tomatoes too for a bit of variety. Searing a ripe one just kinda makes a mess, lol.

Not after midnight please! We all know how that turns out.

Corporate “wellness” speech for a concert, sounds like.

See 1974’s Phase IV for another take on ants as the story’s antagonist. It’s notable for being graphic designer Saul Bass’s only directing credit, as well as that general 1970s slow-paced creepiness that is as much atmosphere as story.