James 5:1-6, NRSV

Come now, you rich people, weep and wail for the miseries that are coming to you. Your riches have rotted, and your clothes are moth-eaten. Your gold and silver have rusted, and their rust will be evidence against you, and it will eat your flesh like fire. You have laid up treasure during the last days. Listen! The wages of the laborers who mowed your fields, which you kept back by fraud, cry out, and the cries of the harvesters have reached the ears of the Lord of hosts. You have lived on the earth in luxury and in pleasure; you have nourished your hearts in a day of slaughter. You have condemned and murdered the righteous one, who does not resist you.

Slightly debatable which version of evil is the worst. I’d agree that I’d probably rather have a Lawful Evil head of state right now than what we’ve got.

Whoa black Betty

How long have you been working here? Okay. You like working here? Okay.

I fucking loved him as Mr. Hand. When he gets the John Murdoch memory upload he starts doing Rufus Sewell’s mannerisms and it’s honestly a little uncanny. Great performance.

No one who speaks German could be an evil man!

What is Blue Flannel McWidestance holding? A hammer? Pry bar? Cattle prod? What the fuck?

How many college educations could have been fully funded for $3 billion? How many elementary schools built? How many other worthwhile problems could have been solved, rather than building a bunch of worthless crumbling garbage out in the desert?

Honestly, given the available evidence, this is just as likely an outcome as any other.

I’m pretty sure they just had us brute-force memorize all of the single digit additions and multiplications in grade school. Seemed to work out okay for me.

Oglaf, Dimorphism

Not exactly. Except for numbers 4 and 9, they’re all dead.

This book

was a lifesaver for me fresh out of college and not knowing what the hell to do in the kitchen.

I haven’t used AeroPress, but I appreciate that the French press is equally useful for making both hot and cold brew coffee. Mine is all-metal and you could just about beat someone to death with it.

“Mr. Franklin, of what use is this hot air balloon contraption?”

“You can take ladies up in it with a bottle of wine and a blanket and you know, they can’t refuse, because of the implication. Think about it. She’s floating up in the middle of the sky with some dude she barely knows. You know, she looks around, and what does she see? Nothing but open air. 'Ahhhh! There’s nowhere for me to run. What am I gonna do, say ‘no?’”

Surveys indicate that 100% of people respond to surveys.

Pig is a masterclass in not telling the audience more than they absolutely need to know. I’ve gotten so sick of movies where the dialog repeats itself for the benefit of people who weren’t paying attention thirty seconds ago, or else it constantly spells out stuff that rightly ought to be conveyed by the actions of the characters. Pig is the antithesis of that. Characters hardly say anything that they don’t need to say, and everything else is left to the viewer to figure out. I fucking love it.