every day that I can't change bodies like I change outfits is bullshit it's fucking bullshit
doesn't even have to be human-shaped bodies
I could absolutely dig a Jameson box, or zipping around in a little grappler drone
or fuck I'd even spend some time in a stationary body
maybe a printer that tells you exactly what the problem is and why
"Yeah it's black and white that you're trying to print, but the turbo geniuses who designed this ink dispenser made it so that if it runs dry of any colour, it'll take damage. I can go ahead and do it, buuut you won't be printing cyan in future. Up to you."
Although this suggests that the body wouldn't be my own, 'cause no way would I pick such a lame design.
Eurovision likes to make sure we know they're non-political.
In fact, their international competition broadcast around the world is SO non-political, they even let Russia compete, despite Russia's ongoing war and human rights atrocities.
checks earpiece Sorry, I'm just getting this in now, there's a rumour that Russia is, in fact, not competing in Eurovision. Reasons unknown at this time.
A group of people: Hey we've talked about it and done research and consulted with qualified people, and we wanna build a load of co-housing in this area, in a way that'll fit in with the landscape and maintain the heritage-listed buildings here.
Their local council for some reason: no
[1] 'Cause we've let too many[2] people buy a ton of housing and keep it empty to drive up the prices.
Look I'll even offer a compromise: 10% cumulative tax increase per month on empty housing until it's got someone living in it properly, with decent tenant rights and maintenance.
This is coming down from my starting position of we take the housing and beat you to death for being a parasitoid on society.
Why are there so many fucking predatory businesses?
"Have you gotten into debt with a load of other predators? Transfer it all to us at Total Bastard Co, for peace of mind*"
hyper elastic whoopee cushion that you fit over the exhaust pipe of someone's car so that when they turn the engine off, the inflated cushion blows the engine backwards and the car drives them back where they came from
such a prank
Imagining a christian dying, and they get to the afterlife, and instead of being welcomed through the pearly gates, there's just a short-ish by modern standards swarthy man with dark hair and olive skin who asks them "Who the fuck is Jesus?"
also suddenly realising that if "Christ" means "the anointed one" more or less, as in drizzled with oil, then "christians" is roughly analogous to "greasers"