War would be declared every morning before all the me’s have had my coffee.

No, no I can’t.

I’M MADE OF MEAT!

Bold of you to assume I was born and didn’t appear fully-formed from the forehead of Zeus.

library of Babel

Wouldn’t the contents of the library also get reset every loop?

Surely this wouldn’t work anyway since the pages would reset (ie to unwritten) at the beginning of the loop to the same state as on the first day. Otherwise, you could achieve the same thing just by writing a journal.

Depends entirely who’s done the choosing and on what basis.

With great responsibility (hopefully) comes great power, as my auntie Ben used to say. I’d rock it.

It’s-a you, Mario?

Because things will get better.

If you build it, they will porn.

The sound of an English country garden on a Sunday in summer.

This is a composite of several sounds all of which must be quiet or distant enough to not be a distraction but which in conjunction are glorious:

• childrens’ laughter just far away enough to not be bothersome
• bees buzzing from flower to flower
• a propeller-driven light aircraft from a nearby aerodrome (ideally this would be a vintage plane with a Merlin engine, gently warbling in the distance)
• the sound of leather on willow, and the occasional call and muted cheer, from a cricket match on the village green
• the gentle burble of a stream
• church bells, far enough away that their individual peels almost blend into each other
• the clink of ice as someone pours a perfect gin and tonic.

I knew Douglas Adams was wrong!

What is the answer to the ultimate question of life, the universe, and everything?

fathom

Also a unit of measurement.

ITT: bunch of pea eating masochists! You fools!

I haven’t started downvoting yet. Your pasta salad sounds glorious but one of your enemies appears to have hacked your comment and added peas to the recipe. Bastard.

Except for the peas. Peas are the devli’s vegetables.

Nice one, thank you!

Doh! I knew that, just had a brain fart. Thanks.