A great friend of mine, back in our college days, was crestfallen having learned how chips work. He said the boring truth took all the magic out of it.

No, but he mocked the disabled, banned whole religions, blamed black and brown people for our troubles, and held up a bible after clearing protestors with tear gas, so he's our guy.

Just give me a cubicle with my dog sleeping on my dirty laundry pile next to my clean laundry pile.

I'll just couch-surf around to all of these depending on my mood.

UBI would be nice. No tests. Everybody gets a baseline.

Your honor, we would like to enter in to evidence an interpretive dance by Raygun.

My son’s pee smells like a concourse men’s room at Candlestick Park in a given 7th inning.

When my pediatrician warned my parents that milk would exacerbate my asthma, he fumbled for a palatable replacement beverage. My dad saved him by suggesting iced tea, and doc agreed. I have had a high blood caffeine content ever since. Sugar, with iced tea in it.

This is a delicious problem to ponder. Do the chicken for breffiss tomorrow.

I should learn from this cat.

Even the worst, most terrible people buy computers. The most important thing is to maximize shareholder profit, amirite? (That's what they taught me in business school; I almost failed my capstone class for trying to maximize employee happiness instead.)

Just wait till they find out just how close it gets to their fence. All of this will effect EVERYBODY. The tune will change.

My guess is NO