That butterfly is so big they’re gonna have to send out Godzilla to counter it.

Meep meep, Ritchie.

If he was dead it would be news. He’s the latest in a long line of nepo babies. My guess is rehab, or something else damaging that rich people are used to burying.

Not exactly a deep cut but Testament is a band that I kind of glossed over growing up, to my own detriment.

The New Order

On the other hand, I was one of those weirdos who really got behind John Bush (Armored Saint) joining Anthrax. Dude is in my top 5 metal vocalists.

Sodium Pentothal

sobs energetically

Please do not buffer me, Transporter Chief
My mind is torture, unceasing grief
I do not want to be suspended
I’d rather be directly ended
Transmute me into an alien race
Or transport me to empty space
Anything really, so long as it’s brief
I beg of you, Transporter Chief

Much obliged.

I’ve missed you, colorful squares!

Great, now I’m wet.

I vaguely remember the little pom pom things but I have no clue what the pirate or Peter Kropotkin are doing in that picture.

*peek

relaxed requirements for support staff seeking to become agents

That was my first thought. “Future meat crayons play in traffic.”

Automatically coloring cells is one of the things Excel excels at. Green for the upper bound (either a static number or ~90th percentile), yellow for 50th percentile, red for lower bound (static number or 10th percentile etc.). Automatically gradients everything in between. Want it more green? Lower the upper bound. Want it more red? Raise the lower bound.

Some bonus whataboutism as a little treat.

In contrast, we all believe that you are who you say you are. No proof needed. None.

French Woke

…yeah, I wouldn’t pay to see me take off my clothes either.