me: “You ever get really lonely, apple?”
apple: “Lonely?”
me: “Yeah. I mean, d’you ever just look around you and think, ‘there’s got to be more to life than this…?’”
apple: “Not really, no –”
me: “– more to it than just sitting around all day, watching tv, eating snack foods, waiting to grow old and die…”
apple:
me:
apple: “Out of Funyons again, are you –?”
me: “– I EXIST, UNIVERSE!”
Here’s something that might help.
BINGO!
… and at that exact instant, from its long hidden resting place beneath the lunar impact crater Tycho, an alien artifact with a dimension ratio of exactly 1X4X9 transmits a high energy signal toward Jupiter, announcing that the hairy, promiscuous, lice eating, crap slinging animals that have inhabited the cool blue world adjacent the moon fro millennia have finally evolved enough to grasp the true purpose of their existence.. specifically.. To sit around all day.. To watch TV (preferably ‘70s movie on DVD).. To eat snack foods.. To grow old.. To die.
Having answered God’s great cosmic riddle, the purpose of creation has been fulfilled… and
the stars begin to dissappear one by one..
Turing word: called
As in: Clarke, Heinlein and Goldstein called.. They want their original ideas back …
Mmmmm. Funyons.
TWO MILLION AND FIVE!!
a Multi-Millionaire..
Oops.. guess only Clarke and Goldstein called to get their original material back… My mistake.
2 Million plus, Jeff. Nice one!!!
Jean-Paul Sartre: “… and I am nauseated by that fact..”
Apples make good snack food.
Cool. Fruity existentialism.
i’ve been wondering about that lately. usually i just go take a nap.
Forty-two!
[because someone had to get it said and out of the way.]