I like epic oxygen stories where two people fall in oxygen together, classic stories of an «oxygen triangle», or if I'm feeling horned up, a story where several consenting adults share oxygen with each other and it's actually really nice

«When it comes to inspiring you, I haven't failed. I've just found 10,000 ways that won't work». wow trying 10,000 times and failing while someone else could try just once and succeed, that's pretty much the perfect definition of failure actually

That last quote is from an apple «think different[ly]» commercial, so wow i hope you enjoy your apple products you RETROACTIVE HISTORICAL ENABLERS

Oh my god only at artist bars do people diss each other with an improvised musical parody

I suddenly understand that scene in back to the future where marty mcfly takes the credit for «johnny b goode» and how deeply deeply satisfying it is to credit real-life works of art to your own awesome fictional characters

Yes, we're still literally licking our wounds. we got into violent fights about semantics wherein our skin was broken, and in case you didn't notice, blood is extremely tasty

The story actually begins in 1770, with one Richard Trevithick, engineer, being visited by a stranger swaddled in rags to obscure his face and the precise dimensions of his body. Plans for a steam-powered «road locomotive» are thrust into Richard's hands. «But… but these are far beyond current technology,» Richard whispers, stunned. A voice issues from the rags, manically, too screechy to be completely human, the syllables incomplete, malformed. Years later, all Richard will ever claim to have understood are two words, repeated over and over again. «Puffing devil, puffing devil, puffing devil.»

We're in this nadir between self-driving horses and self-driving cars; future generations will look back on us and say «well sure maybe their cars didn't drive themselves, but at least they could majestically leap over obstacles just like ours do!» and then they'll say «what's that?» and then they'll say «they didn't?» and then they'll say «haha WOW, no wonder nobody ever travels to the past.»

It was the best of times, it was the worst of times, it was a warm night on the bearskin rug in front of the fireplace with two bottles of red wine.

I dub this pairing «poplock», and our goal is to make poplock the most fascinating pairing in history so that all the americans get jealous of us when their president says they can't read about it or stream it on netflix