Raised eyebrow - “Fascinating”

They commodified it and sold it back to Satan on a t-shirt.

At least it’s the right way of fucked up.

You know what movie from around that same era really, well and truly fucked up a lot of young minds? The rapture and antichrist film Like A Thief In The Night, they used to screen that alarmist zealot propaganda POS at churches, did incalculable damage to many susceptible young (and old) minds.

Any day now… any day he’s coming… will you be… left behind?!!

Oh yeah? Well I can see colors!

Just look at the guy… he’s carrying ALL of the Ace Hardware bling!

These stairs, if not an A.I.-generated image, were designed and approved by true-blue, card-carrying entropists.

You always have been, Mister Spock.
A probabilistic cloud of electrons acting in unison, an electromagnetic concert of matter and energies.

RADIO RAHEEM! THAT’S THE HYPE, YO!

Are these real stock picture models like Harold/distracted boyfriend, or are they AI-generated?

By using this toilet you “agree” consent to our updated reams of legal mumbo jumbo designed to overwhelm you, and which chips away at your rights and hands them over to us.

If you click “disagree”, you are free to have your gallbladder feel as if it is going to burst, which may cause internal damage that is NOT our responsibility.

This restroom service has been brought to you by the techbro suits eyeing that new Learjet for unlimited weekend cocaine-and-hookers trips to Vegas and the Caribbean.

Back in the 90s and pre-internet, I knew nothing about numbers stations. One time I borrowed my dad’s hefty portable radio, which he used for listening to Vin Scully doing the play-by-play of Dodgers games, but it was the off-season, so I took it for a few months.

Back then I lived in a cabin right on the edge of my town, and I’m a night owl, so I was utterly alone one night at around 2am, when I came across one of these numbers stations right in the act of doing its’ thing with a robotic female voice, just for a few minutes before regressing to static noise.

The whole experience spooked me, it stayed with me. On subsequent nights I scanned the dial again and again, to see if I could stumble across this thing again, but I never did catch it live again. It was years later that I found The Conet Project website and finally knew what the hell that transmission was about, sort of.

Nancy…
Adam…
Susan…
Nancy…
Adam…
Susan…

HELLOOOO TULSA OKLAHOMA!!!
TONITE I’M GONNA ROCK YOU TONITE!!!

137 times more powerful than the Electromagnetism you try and use to tear them apart, behold the Strong Pasta Friendship Force!

“Lions Also Cry” - Gato Barbieri

“But why?”
“Because we have to stretch the goddamned season from 12 to 24 goddamned episodes, that’s why. We have to go back because we have to burn airtime meandering in pointless circles, that’s why. That and Mystery Box™️!!!”

Meanwhile, the Romulans:
“I FART IN YOUR GENERAL DIRECTION!!!”

Where’s that bottom image from? I can’t place it, but if I was a betting man I’d say that’s from the flash-forward in the finale of the penultimate season of LOST, when the doctor is back in the real world, popping pills and swigging Jack Daniels.

In other words - everything she accused the “others” of being.
What was it that she called them, again? I can’t be bothered to look it up, let’s see if I can remember…

Empathists? Philanthropists? Something like that.

EDIT: altruists!

What’s with the number buttons being available with no “OK” or “Enter” option?