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 its actually really nice

«When it comes to inspiring you, I havent failed. Ive just found 10,000 ways that wont work». wow trying 10,000 times and failing while someone else could try just once and succeed, thats 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, were still literally licking our wounds. we got into violent fights about semantics wherein our skin was broken, and in case you didnt 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 Richards 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.»

Were 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 didnt drive themselves, but at least they could majestically leap over obstacles just like ours do!» and then theyll say «whats that?» and then theyll say «they didnt?» and then theyll 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 cant read about it or stream it on netflix