You know how when you get put under for anaesthesia, and you don’t notice the time you were gone? It’s like a cut in the tape of life.

What if death is like that, and BAM your consciousness re-emerges billions of years in the future the moment you die.

But your consciousness is alone. And in pitch black nothingness. Forever.

I hope my daughter gets to look up to women established in STEM fields.

Seems like a busted world where there’s more money in sex work than academia.

I hope everything you pirate gets stuck at 99% until the day you start seeding

Very few cartoons are broadcast live, it’s a terrible strain on the animator’s wrists.

My dad has this long running bit, that if I needed his help on something, he needed to go to the shop to get a “round tuit”. I remember asking what store he had to go to, and how much it cost, and being annoyed at how he hadn’t gotten a round tuit yet.

He must have thought I was really committed to the bit.

Wait what’s the joke

Tom Scott is insufferably uncharasmatic. Sure his content is excellent, but he’s stupidly unfunny, awkward to watch with other people on camera, and I imagine would be an absolute bore to talk to.