Whales and elephants have cancer suppressing genes, but the article says that there’s evidence that dinosaurs got cancer, so it’s not just size. But hell, if an ape can grow as big as Kong, who’s to say that it wouldn’t also have the cancer suppressing gene?

I remember Wil Wheaton saying this in The Guild, but was he also quoting Rand at the time?

Like this?

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Except double slashes makes the underscores disappear.

¯\_(ツ)_/¯

So… it looks like adding a slash before the slash and before each underscore does the trick. Thanks!

You know, I think it’s something with the formatting here where it makes the slash disappear. Not sure what syntax I’d need to use to make the whole thing appear properly.

Put phone down on wireless charger. Charging notification lights up. Go to sleep. Wake up. Check phone. Is at 2%. ¯_(ツ)_/¯

Fucking. Wireless. Chargers.

The Nerf Demolisher was released in 2014.

The Chainblazer was released in 1994.

“Test Post, Please Ignore,” and that guy who took increasingly elaborate pictures of himself taking the previous picture of his camera were high points for me.

X-TREME

Semple ran at Switzer and tried to rip her race number off to prevent her from continuing as an official competitor. In her memoir, she wrote:

Instinctively I jerked my head around quickly and looked square into the most vicious face I’d ever seen. A big man, a huge man, with bared teeth was set to pounce, and before I could react he grabbed my shoulder and flung me back, screaming, “Get the hell out of my race and give me those numbers!”

Semple’s attack removed one of Switzer’s gloves, but not her race number. When Switzer’s slightly-built 50 year old coach Arnie Briggs attempted to protect Switzer, Semple knocked him to the ground. Switzer’s boyfriend, Tom Miller, who was running with her, then put his shoulder into Semple causing him to fall down. Semple complained in a 1968 interview about Miller’s success in stopping his attacks, saying, “That guy’s a hammer thrower, for cripes’ sake!”

Imagine how lucky this Semple guy is that Miller exercised restraint. Dude probably could have literally thrown Semple through the nearest building.

Also, from Semple’s Wikipedia page…

Later in life, Semple reversed his position on women competing in the marathon. According to Marja Bakker (a later organizer of the race), “Once the rule was adjusted and women were allowed in the race, Jock was one of their staunchest supporters. He was very progressive.” Semple later publicly reconciled with Switzer. “Old Jock Semple and I became the best of friends,” she told a reporter in 2015. “It took a long time: six years. But we became best of friends.”

Semple died of cancer of the liver and pancreas in March 1988 in Peabody, Massachusetts. He and Kathrine Switzer had become friends and she would visit him at the hospital where he was being treated for his cancer.

They became friends! It’s nice when people can change for the better.

The difficulty in locating the original is that Republicans are ALWAYS trying to destroy public education and public libraries, so it’s kind of like trying to Google John Smith.

So help me there was some big deal right wing personality who talked about how the government shouldn’t subsidize education by saying that when he was a kid he wanted an education so he… went down to the public library and read books there. Not a hint of irony. Can’t remember exactly who it was, but the dissonance stuck with me.

Such magnificent floof…

Reskin Overcooked so you’re a bunch of Hobbits getting food, beer, and pipeweed served to customers at The Green Dragon.

Then have a later level where you’re Sauron and his minions trying to crank out magical rings of various sorts.

Okay but hear me out:

I think the creators will share the full script in the context of putting on a production.

There’s a crowdsourced full-length Shakespearean translation of Pulp Fiction called Bard Fiction, and it’s quite good.

JULIUS

Forsooth, did I thy concentration break? Continue, please! Thou did, methinks, now speak Of our ill will. But now thy tongue is still? Allow me, then, to offer a retort. Describe to me Marsellus Wallace, pray.

BRITTANUS

What?

JULIUS

In which far land did thou first come to be?

BRITTANUS

What?

JULIUS

Thou sayest thou dost hail from distant What! I know but naught of thy strange country What. Which language speak they in the land of What?

BRITTANUS

What?

JULIUS

English, base knave, dost thou speak it?

BRITTANUS

Aye!

JULIUS

Then my words are not Greek to thy dull ears.

BRITTANUS Nay!

JULIUS Then hearken to my words and answer them! Describe to me Marsellus Wallace!

BRITTANUS What?

JULIUS (Holds his blade pointed at Brittanus’ eye) Speak “What” again! Thou cur, cry “What” again! I dare thee utter “What” again but once! I dare thee twice and spit upon thy name! Now, paint for me a portraiture in words, If thou hast any in thy head but “What”, Of Marsellus Wallace!