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This Week in existential dread, concentric circles & too many plastic bottles.

 
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"THE HEAVENS—Sources close to God reported Thursday that the Creator of the Universe and Author of Our Eternal Salvation suffered a crippling bout of existential dread this week, lying awake all night as He pondered His own immortality.

Anxiously drumming His fingers, the all-powerful being was reportedly unable to sleep as His mind raced with thoughts of the unfathomable nature of eternity, the relentless expansion of space and time, and His own never-ending existence.
 
“Is this all there is? I’m here now, 70 or 80 years go by, and then I’m still here—forever?” said God, staring up at the ceiling after a half hour of tossing and turning. “That’s horrible! And what’s worse, at some point everyone I know will have died, which means no one anywhere in the universe will even remember I ever existed.”
 
“F**k, that’s a terrifying thought,” God added." Onion goodness

 
How to make horror movie soundtracks…

Final Boss of the internet… hit H.

 
Nup, me neither!
 
A photo of two million plastic beverage bottles, the number used in the US every five minutes. Very interesting photos of things along those lines like expired mobile phones too.

E ink is becoming a reality…

 

The new Knife video is pretty bloody mental… as is the song.

A map of the underground based on concentric circles, tangents and others. Click the image for bigness.

One Question IQ Test
From Chronowatch, “here’s a one-question IQ Test to help you decide how you should spend the rest of your day….”
There is a mute who wants to buy a toothbrush. By imitating the action of brushing one’s teeth, he successfully expresses himself to the shopkeeper and the purchase is done.
Now, if there is a blind man who wishes to buy a pair of sunglasses, how should he express himself?
Think about it first before looking below for the answer…
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He opens his mouth and says, “I would like to buy a pair of sunglasses”.
If you got this wrong- please turn off your computer and call it a night.

 

God, why do I do it to myself everytime?! Frantically try to chase my tail writing something witty when this should be my prime focus in life… how did I end up like this?! Streamline Wil, streamline.

Love you

Wx