Hopeful, except not low-carb: http://sorrowbacon.com/comic/infinite-sadness by @Millie_Ho.
This is highly realistic, except for the “people talking on the phone” part: xkcd: Curbside
For years I heard the lyrics of the Rolling Stones song “Black Dog” incorrectly. I thought it was:
I don't know, but I've been told A beetle-age woman ain't got no soul
The main problem here, of course, is that I have no idea what’s meant by “beetle-age.” I mean, is it the lifespan of a typical beetle? Or is it the whole epic since the appearance of the order Coleoptera? Or, for that matter (given the date of the song) is it something about the “Age of the Beatles”?
I was puzzled for years.
I recently added the song to my workout playlist, so I’ve been listening to it more lately, and I’ve realized that I had misunderstood the lyric. It’s actually:
I don't know, but I've been told A beetle-egg woman ain't got no soul
This makes a lot more sense.
Just sharing this for all the other people out there puzzled by song lyrics. We should have a support group or something.
Just misread a setting for comments on a blog post as saying that it was showing “Oddest comments first.” Which seems like a great idea, actually.
Me: Having our last servings of gumbo.
Steve: Why? Was there some okra catastrophe?
Me: Not our last ever, just the last of this batch of soup. But now I’m worried about the okrapocalypse.
“Carnival says it plans to restart cruises in August.”
Oh, yeah. That’ll work.
I’m torn. It’s finally dry enough that I could probably go out on the patio and squeeze in a jump rope workout. Or I could just have another beer.
Snowflakes are drifting past, hanging in the air like giant virus particles.
I keep being daunted by images from the pre-pandemic era showing people standing way too close together!
The government should issue every person a two-meter stick that they can use to maintain a proper social distance. Shown above, Jackie is making do with a free-market stick which is only two-thirds as long as it ought to be.