Harpsichord made almost entirely of Lego parts. (vectored by Sam Yorko and Clint Chaplin)

Masturbate for Peace. (thanks Feòrag)

Been trying on cars. The most comfortable I’ve found so far are SUVs — but I’d rather not be seen driving a ‘penis substitute’ when I already have a rifle.

What I really want is a zippy little hatchback, but they don’t come in my size. (The biggest problem is room for my right knee.)

Paper wormhole model by Hop David

My host was down for three days. Seems someone got a bogus disconnect order.

Going home last night I bought a $20 BART ticket. Then I put my trousers in the laundry – including my wallet. *argh*

Paul Wright (cited by Jane Galt) chides certain of “the baby boomers that make up the Western commentary elite”:

Here’s a thought fellas: if you have to keep reminding your audience of how cool and revolutionary you were 35 years ago, people are entitled to wonder of what use you are today.

Reminds me of someone I know; I wonder how many of you can guess whom I have in mind.

I often ponder what life might be like among Uploads: human minds which have been scanned into machines, leaving the flesh behind and spending most of their time in simulated worlds. (See, for example, Greg Egan‘s novels Permutation City and Diaspora.)
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