Cursèd bones make excellent soup.

Misshapen things have appeared in the fog. They call themselves "dumplings."

Whoof, yes. Never tried that again!*

*in the spirit of openness, I should point out that while I didn't try that particular thing again, I did try eating an entire pound of fudge a few weeks after that. Did you know you can get a hangover from fudge? My teens were not big on common sense.

Whatever 'tea' means in this context, that coat is definitely it.

I'm not saying I once ate half a dozen poppy seed bagels in my teens to see if that would work*, but I'm not saying I didn't.

*no

My mother has had a couple of schnoodles, which a friend of mine described as "stubborn as a schnauzer and smart as a poodle," and yes.

Aspirational, really.

Entering "Clippy was better than this" into the list of things I didn't realize I'd ever think.

"Wait, there are Nazis in our party made of up of white nationalists and people hoping middle eastern genocide will bring about the apocalypse??!"

The cynicism I've been fighting an increasingly losing battle against for the last couple of decades has me guessing this is more about "what position will get me, personally more money from PACs and large corporations" than "what position will win the most votes."

My guess is that one is a mostly conscious activity (I'm constantly paying attention to where traffic might be coming from) and one is muscle memory. (I learned to drive stick 40 years ago and have rarely had to think about it since)

Or my brain just likes to annoy me. (this is definitely true)

I always assumed mine had some kind of instinct for maximum tribulation, and I never found any evidence to the contrary.

...so is the plan for us to put the AI on our faces, or

...oh god, this is going to be one of those days when I get a bunch of people asking me to fix the internet again, isn't it