The Universe Is Probably Littered With One-planet

I'm Not Sure Why We Romanticize 'young Love,' Or Love In General...it Just Leads To The Idea That Either Your Love Is Pure, Perfect And Eternal, And You Are Storybook-compatible In Every Way With No Problems, Or You're Lying When You Say 'i Love You.

Sometimes I Mistake This For A Universe That Cares.

When Designing An Interface, Imagine That Your Program Is All That Stands Between The User And Hot, Sweaty, Tangled-bedsheets-fingertips-digging-into-the-back Sex.

The Explosion Would Be Just The Right Size To Maximize The Amount Of Paperwork Your Lab Would Face. If The Explosion Were Smaller, You Could Potentially Cover It Up. If It Were Larger, There Would Be No One Left In The City To Submit Paperwork To.

What People Don't Appreciate, When They Picture Terminator-style Automatons Striding Triumphantly Across A Mountain Of Human Skulls, Is How Hard It Is To Keep Your Footing On Something As Unstable As A Mountain Of Human Skulls. Most Humans Probably Couldn't Manage It, And They've Had A Lifetime Of Practice At Walking Without Falling Over.