I didn’t know it had a thesis. If it did, it’d probably be about retribution against the people who give technology to humanity and the dangers of having that technology. Like the myth of Prometheus.

It’s full of good, snappy writing, too. Great skits all throughout.

I didn’t really like it, but it was neat, original and it told an interesting modern folktale.

Solid Film. Quirky characters. Everyone seems to be having fun.

It inspired me to buy a kayak a few years back to have my Autistic Fish Man Summer.

In my headcanon it’s some kind of smokable kelp wrapped in different kelp.

I don’t get the hate for it. It’s weird, tense, spooky and exciting with good looking scenes and interesting characters. It’s not a perfect film by any stretch but I goddamn love a psychopathic robot any day.

I think they have fun.

I used to think this, still kinda do. I get nothing out of watching sports. But just the other day I was talking to a friend who coaches football, she said she likes it because it’s similar to chess. There are near limitless combinations of plays and each…segment, down, ball thing, I don’t fucking know football, is another move. I’m not going to watch football but I appreciate her perspective

Adding to this: Women are culturally encouraged to feel and express specific emotions while Men are culturally encouraged to feel and express different, specific emotions. How one ought to behave is dependent on the culture on a grand scale, and those expectations skew how people observe gendered behavior.

For example, women who speak candidly are more likely to be considered flawed and viewed negatively. Or a woman who screams is acting normally while a man who screams is an outlier, no matter how many times men are observed screaming.

Thanks for understanding the irony I was attempting. Guess I’m off on my delivery.

A catholic who hates the vatican. A doctor who hates the hospital they work at. A conservative who hates the republican party.

Maybe a six year old needs to wash his car and look for work.

I bet that’s why poisoning was so big before guns. Like who has the time to learn archery.

I saw something similar as a kid. My buddy and I were walking back from a snack run in the early, orange evening and saw a bright light about midway from horizon to directly above, westish. We argued which planet it could be (both of us huge nerds) when we saw it get brighter, much brighter, then shoot off like a meteorite.

After debating it late that night, and wondering for months, I learned about atmospheric refraction and other phenomena that can mirror objects and lights, even ones on the ground. Even though it wasn’t a UFO, it sparked an appreciation for meteorology and physics at an early age.

I wonder if there’s a Mrs. United Health Care CEO Killer.

Brian Thompson is such a nothing name, I was wondering who it was by the time I got to your comment.

I think something had to die for my turkey sandwich, and I would kill again for another.

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If I could transport my mind into my childhood body with a fedora, I would go back to about three when I could say weird shit without drawing too much attention.

Then it’s just a matter of time to build my brand on the internet. I’ll start in yahoo chat rooms, responding to anyone who types 16/F/Cali, I will call them females and tell them about my sword collection. I will claim to be a ninja.

As I grow older, my methods will become more sophisticated, cell phones will open up dating apps to my awkward and slightly offensive communication. I’ll be the first to post unironic pictures of myself with a trenchcoat and swords to MySpace, thereby preventing columbine through the power of cringe.

I’ll start the incel movement a decade ahead, only to be revealed as a ten year old kid, shaming everyone involved. Then I’ll get a youtube channel and be the first gamer, playing and reviewing games while alluding to controversial opinions on immigrants and the gays, growing so big in an empty market and crashing so hard it’ll never start again, when it comes out that I roleplay as a gay femboy on tumblr.

I will take the cringe upon myself to save the world from its sins. I will be the Edgelord and savior.

Purpose: To discover if different coloured skittles have distinctive flavours to the human palette.

Hypothesis: Skittles have distinctive flavours but can not be differentiated without visual cues ie. colour.

2.5. Counter-Thesis: Skittles have distinctive flavours and can be detected without seeing their colour.

Materials: 1lb bag of skittles, 30 plastic easter eggs, blindfold, notepad, scissors, red pen, blue pen, science tongs

Procedure: Skittles will be separated by colour and placed into plastic easter eggs in groups of five(5) per egg. A folded piece of paper will have the colour of the skittles written in blue(blue) pen ink. The participants will be blindfolded so as not to see the colour of the skittles. After eating the skittles and making a colour guess, the guess will be written down in red(red) ink and placed inside the egg. Once all eggs have been consumed, they will be opened and have the actual colour (in blue ink) compared to the guess (red ink) and logged for comparison. The double blind will prevent the tester from subconsciously influencing the participant’s guess as neither testers nor participants will know the actual colour(in blue) until all skittles have been consumed. Three participants will be isolated from each other and tested subsequently.

Observations: Correct guesses:

Participant A: 24/30

Participant B: 25/30

Participant C: 19/30

Conclusions: Yellow and Green were most commonly mixed up, but the participants correctly guessed the skittle colours at a rate higher than chance, proving that skittles have uniquely differentiated flavours. ad. Participant C was the only smoker, and other studies indicate that smoking reduces ability to taste.