KFC has some new technology that is ready to suggests orders to you. Based on your face. Hey, makes sense. I’m always hungry for some Deep Fried Sadness and Flatulence-Caked Mashed Potatoes.
Jesus Christ. The All-Seeing-Eye is open us. The consolidation of all culture. The homogenization of All Things. Another Leviathan has been born, mutated, grown even larger.
2016 is a fucking savage when it comes to sloughing off the mortal coils of beloved famous folk, eh? Fucking savage.
Fuckkk! Mr. Fuji taught me a lot as a young human being on this Blue Marble. For example. Always surround yourself with talented people. Embrace uncomfortable and potentially racist depictions of your nationality. And most importantly, if someone gets in your face, blind those pieces of shit by throwing salt in their eyes.
He will be missed.
Yo. If there were more AA’s being doled out at the Olympics, I would totally step up my viewing of the garrulous display of nationalism, excess, and athletics.
Happy Monday! Oh, Happy Monday indeed. Here is George Lucas and his cadre of Star Wars characters starring in six television commercials for Panasonic TVs from Japan in 1987.