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Garry Kasperov put out something on social media a few days ago...
 
 
One Russian to another:
 
- What's the news?
 
- We're at war with NATO!
 
- How's it going?
 
- We've lost 15,000 soldiers, 100 aircraft, and 600 tanks.
 
- How about NATO?
 
- Oh, they haven't started fighting yet.
 
 

Verbal aphasia makes it very difficult to communicate effectively.
 
For me it isn't very predictable. 
 
Sometimes I say precisely the opposite of what I mean to say and don't notice. Sometimes I notice and correct myself.
 
Sometimes I use the wrong word (often a completely unrelated word) rather than the right word. Sometimes I notice and sometimes I don't.
 
If I tell a story about three different people, I'll use their names interchangeably throughout the course of the story which makes it almost impossible for anyone to figure out what happened.
 
Sometimes I forget a word that I'm going to say in the middle of a sentence and also forget every possible synonym for it. My record for forgetting words and synonyms was around 45 minutes when my niece's apartment burned and I was trying to tell my wife what happened. 
 
I forgot my niece's name, the word "niece", my brother's name, the word "brother", my sister-in-law's name, and the term "sister-in-law". That flustered me so much that I couldn't get out the word "fire" even though I remembered it. My wife ended up asking me if it was an emergency that she had to deal with right then and when I communicated it wasn't, she had me go sit down until I regained my command of the language enough to not be frustrated.
 
I can't imagine what kind of hell that must be for an actor who depends on his verbal communication skills to get paid appearance fees and land roles.

COLLEGE PARK, MD—In what is being hailed as the first empirical evidence in support of a hypothesis that has gained popularity in recent years, top scientists speculated Friday that the universe may indeed be a simulation controlled by an unseen entity after the words “trial version expired” appeared in the sky.
 
“When we can look overhead and see what appears to be an error message from a computer operating system, it certainly lends new credence to the argument that we’re living in an artificial reality,” said University of Maryland physicist Harold M. Cramer, adding that from what he and his colleagues could glean from the airborne phenomenon, human consciousness would be terminated in five days if no further action was taken.
 
“Though it’s possible we are witnessing an optical illusion caused by some kind of atmospheric distortion, the request for a verification code that keeps popping up suggests that our reality may indeed have a specific, singular subscriber, and that this entity must upgrade to a premium subscription in order to avoid any interruption to our experience of consciousness. We can only hope this cosmic account holder can guide us though the two-factor authentication process so that our simulacrum of life remains operational.”
 
At press time, a team of leading cosmologists announced it had successfully renewed the free trial period for another 14 billion years by simply signing up again with a different email address.
 
https://www.theonion.com/scientists-speculate-universe-may-be-simulation-after-1848673336

Garry Kasperov put out something on social media a few days ago...
 
 
One Russian to another:
 
- What's the news?
 
- We're at war with NATO!
 
- How's it going?
 
- We've lost 15,000 soldiers, 100 aircraft, and 600 tanks.
 
- How about NATO?
 
- Oh, they haven't started fighting yet.
 
 

As long as it has RC Cola and Moon Pies in it, I'll be satisfied.

Garry Kasperov put out something on social media a few days ago...
 
 
One Russian to another:
 
- What's the news?
 
- We're at war with NATO!
 
- How's it going?
 
- We've lost 15,000 soldiers, 100 aircraft, and 600 tanks.
 
- How about NATO?
 
- Oh, they haven't started fighting yet.
 
 

I resent that! My orange coming on screen is the best part of the meeting!

People who cheat on their taxes disgust me.
 
This is not the kind of world I want to raise my 23 dependents in.

To teach my kids about democracy, I let them vote on dinner.
 
They picked pizza.
 
Then I made tacos because they don't live in a swing state.

To all the people out there suffering from paranoia just remember:
 
you're not alone....

You like Bohemian Rhapsody? And Star Wars?
 
 

Activation roll suck if you're perpetually unlucky and are great if the god of the dice smiles in your favor.
 
And I know all the math theory that there's no such thing as luck when rolling dice. But I've seen far too many die rolls to believe that.

All contestants must produce official ticket in person at our main office on the planet Mongo in order to receive prizes.

RIP to a sci-fi cornerstone.
 
Dr. Mid-Nite, you're pretty photogenic.

This is something of a hot-button issue for me, so ... depending upon the age of the unseen character there ... with the given context of it being spring break ... exactly why does the mother's irrational need to micromanage her children override the other person's desire to sleep?

I cannot say that I knew Scott well, or over a lifetime, but we were members of the University of British Columbia Wargamers Society together in our youth, and I was introduced to Champions by playing in his campaign. He graduated in timely fashion well before me in 1986, and I never saw him in the flesh again after leaving town for graduate studies. 
 
Let's talk about flesh. Scott suffered from some kind of congenital physical condition, about the specifics of which he was very private then, and, evidently, throughout his life. His symptoms, when I knew him, were for the most part not so obviously abnormal that one could not convince oneself that he was simply the victim of outrageously bad lifestyle or grooming choices. Because he did not advertise his condition, I am sure that he suffered ridicule and abuse during his earlier life. In later years, I suspect that they progressed to mobility impairments and other isolating lifestyle challenges, although I cannot speak to that from personal acquaintance. 
 
We have, as a society, persuaded ourselves that because caring about appearances is superficial, we should resolve never to do it consciously. I think that is a mistake, that we are human, and have a right to own the loss of simple physical attractiveness as a legitimate injury done by disease. It is okay to be bitter, to be conflicted, to be hurt, when illness makes us ugly, and victims have a claim on medical help! I say that in the light of world events yesterday, but also as a reflection on Scott's life. Scott suffered, and yet, and unlike many victims, sought a public life in teaching, and, later in life, preaching. (He was no proselytiser when I knew him.) He also was a creative game designer with a particular interest in the superhero genre, taking a puckish pleasure in writing about the adventures of his alter-ego, Thundrax. 
 
I cannot offer a eulogy of Scott Bennie here, but I can offer one for Thundrax.  Like all superhuman alter-egos, Thundrax represented the person that Scott fantasised about being. Scott was a good man, a patriot, a religious man, and a fan of the Champions system. So was Thundrax. But there is one more thing about Thundrax that is important here. Thundrax was a bit of a himbo. From which I take away that this was part of Scott's fantasy. Having known Scott, as I said, as a teacher, a creator, and a man of genuine insight into the human condition, I want to take this as Scott's last lesson. That kind of fantasy is okay. It is okay, acceptable --no, more than acceptable, normal-- to have fantasies about being more physically attractive! Elsewhere, we can talk about body dysphoria. Here, the issue is a particular kind of illness, the kind that deforms us physically just enough to limit our lives, and not quite enough to make us acceptable victims. We  need to accept that this kind of Illness is real, and acknowledge that the longing to be Thundrax is legitimate. 
 
RIP, Scott

That post may have sounded like “poor pitiful me” but I’m alive when experts thought I’d be well into my next reincarnation by now.   John Wayne only had one lung, and just like my hero the Duke I’m gonna tell Death to F-off until I’m good and ready.  If all else fails I’m gonna grow gills and breathe like a fish.
   This is only about how much these tests suck and how someday I’ll have my swift and righteous revenge on those who conspire against me.  Mine enemies should start quaking in their boots and wetting themselves now and avoid the rush.

I'll be optimistic and say 47.99%.
 
If it's any comfort when my wife was around 47 years old, she did such testing and was told that she had the lungs of someone who was in her late 80's. She's never smoked or done anything which would have deliberately been destructive of her lungs.
 
Anyway, she's still alive. Hasn't been able to work in years but she has hobbies which keep her busy. For example, she's learned to paint. 

"It's a trap!"

Scientists are talking about different plans to try to find water on Mars. I've got the perfect solution: send me up there with a set of golf clubs.

Good luck,Tjack