I hate clicking on anybody's links, but I'm such a curious puss myself that I wanted to see why K-Ket-Kitty was making a bright green queasy face. And now I'm feeling sorry for myself that I ever wanted to know!!!
That link's no green quease! That link is a total bummertime projectile puke party, all the way to San Jose
Many, many sadfaces, even though none of them will ever make any of this right for me, ever again.
My 2018 scientific invention and personal contribution to the dynamic world of AI is going to be a little mini-robot the size of a flea, which you can gently place on the outer side of your earlobe, and then he will quickly run in with some little mini aural-earasers, (earasers, instead of erasers, geddit?) and then he will mini-rewind and he will mini-scrub away and he will mini-scrub really hard, all of the grossness and all of the badness that people repeatedly try to sneak into my ear canals and dump there. Like landfill! My little ears are prime retail space, yo. No landfill, no dumping.!
Landfill Dumpers Will Be Prosecuted.
Ages ago, before all the signs in London town everywhere started to say "Bill Posters Will Be Prosecuted", they actually used to all say "Bill Stickers Will Be Prosecuted." I was walking along with one evening chatting, having bumped into a drag queen named Hollywood, who I had known for a few years and who was good friends with someone else I used to know. Suddenly Hollywood stops and turns to us and blurts out, "I DON'T KNOW WHO THIS BILL STICKERS IS, BUT YOU WOULD THINK THEY WOULD HAVE CAUGHT HIM ALREADY BY NOW! WHAT WITH ALL THE SIGNS UP EVERYWHERE!!!!"
But sometimes when someone says something like that to you, all you can do is to hold their gaze while you digest that that's actually what they really
did just say. And then you just keep on walking.
Or, you pick up your mini-earasers, and put them in.