[without an iota of insight into the intricacies or complexities of a process] "This is some bullshit!"

The Eldritch dimension just informed me my listening age “pre-dates time and space.”

Stephen Miller gleefully tallying up White House Wrapped stats.

The shocked malaise upon realizing the terrible price levied by wastrel predecessors is too costly an inheritance.

slow-cooking in the cosmic microwave background radiation

starting my sci fi novel like “the synthetic carbohydrate farmers trek through the electrolyte mine to reach the amino acid excavation site…”

Any minute now these two Ziploc halves will actually connect. Any. Minute. Now.

ROBOT: You cannot defeat us. ENGLISH TEACHER: Why's the ch pronounced differently in orchid than in orchard? ROBOT: [twitch, spark]

The Peanuts gang sitting around the Thanksgiving dinner table, a seed dropping in slow motion from Woodstock’s fork as Charlie Brown brings out the roasted turkey.

Just let Grim die, The New Yorker