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Moonage Daydream (Brett Morgen, 2022)
Children in the library. Photo by Vsevolod Tarasevich (Buryat ASSR, 1959).
Hey! Let me tell you a little about my day, Mr. Jolly Olly Man. The brown-out shut down my air conditioner, my bag of ice melted before I could get it home, I couldn’t get into the movie theater, or the city pool. And now when I finally found a little relief from the heat, a little ice cream, you snatched it away. You better sell me some ice cream at a fair price, or face the consequences. Heat | Hey Arnold! | Air date November 4, 1996
What does it take to teach a bee to use tools? A little time, a good teacher and an enticing incentive. Read more here: http://to.pbs.org/2mpRUAz
Credit: O.J. Loukola et al., Science (2017)
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“Friend? Friend push ball? I push ball. I do good.”
Bees. Smart enough to push a ball, not smart enough to not be fooled by a stick masquerading as a bee.
maybe they know and they’re just being polite
Other dimensional beings are undoubtedly amazed at what human beings will accept as human beings too. “But it’s just a stick with a person on it.”
#excuse me neil but what the FUCK was that #thanks for that terrifying thought (nooby-banana)
NEIL WHY. WHY WOULD YOU SAY THAT.
This turns up on my dashboard. And I read it and am impressed that someone writes exactly the post that I’d write, without actually reading the name of the person who posted it.
And then I’m puzzled at all the Neil Why’s, and realise that this was me in the Wayback Long-ago.
At least I’m consistent.
And, I should point out, we are no closer to being able to spot the extra-dimensional stick “people” who move unobserved among us.
TIME TO TEACH MY BEES HOW TO GET ME A BEEr
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“The man he faced was everything Obi-Wan had devoted his life to destroying: Murderer. Traitor. Fallen Jedi. Lord of the Sith. And here, and now, despite it all…Obi-Wan still loved him. Yoda had said it, flat-out: Allow such attachments to pass out of one’s life, a Jedi must, but Obi-Wan had never let himself understand. He had argued for Anakin, made excuses, covered for him again and again and again; all the while this attachment he denied even feeling had blinded him to the dark path his best friend walked.” — Matthew Stover, Revenge of the Sith
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