Who did make it? What is its source?
Wayne & Garth are showing that Cassandra wasn't necessary for their swordplay to schwing.
Not being able to rewatch the first season/series of The Terror (wikipedia entry) is one of the few things I miss about my cancelled Amazon Prime subscription. There was a second season which, in the same anthology vein as True Detective, is unrelated to the first. I found the second season to be forgettable -- in fact do not remember anything about it -- and assuming the planned third season comes out as I've read about, will never get to see that one. First season though, loved it.
In line with the tenor of other comments so far, and as can reasonably be supposed to be supported by the experience of the millions of people in the entirety of medicine's history who have ever undergone the creation of an X-ray image (most of which, one assumes, were made in a non-emergency situation without requiring the forcible and invasive disrobing of the subject), I think the true bullshit of this post can be found in the claims of this alleged "xray tech".
Absent present context, that sentence suggests a degree and quality of corporate self-awareness that one can only dream of.
Red and white stripes should stand out so easily here, but I can't seem to find them.
This one is frustrating because the solution, while correct, seems also to be flawed.
spoiler
In any source I can find for Auld Lang Syne lyrics, the ending of the line goes "and never brought to mind?" That lines up just fine with the prompts:
Plus
When Pigs Fly!
Ruminated
But in the reveal, they give the solution for Ruminated as "Thought Upon".
What, why? That's not the lyric given in any source I can find, and what's more, doesn't even fit the rhyme scheme of the entire poem, in which the first line of each stanza/verse ends with a rhyme for "syne". Confusing.
Has anyone got a link to a source that can corroborate/justify this "alternate" lyric?
This is a wonderful capture, rife with story-telling opportunity via framing. The off-kilter original is a very fortunate opportunity to find new ideas in the image.
I've been playing with it for only an hour or so, and there are so many different narratives this image can convey from how its contents are composed.
Eric Cartman in old coffee
If I hadn't taken the photo myself, I mightn't believe it to be true.
As it decayed, the bit of cream in this cup's last sip of coffee had some life to yet support, and spawned an hilarious caricature.
This was left in an out-of-the way corner of a kitchen I worked at a few years ago. Genuinely impressed by nature's ways, my first comment was, "Hey guys, check it out, this goop looks like Cartman."
Tactfully I withheld my second comment, an inquiry: "Why couldn't whichever one of you thoughtless degenerate stoners that left it there a week ago just've thrown it out?"
Mould moves in mysterious ways, its wonders to perform. It performs at quick-time in a restaurant kitchen, and I'll never work in one again, so help me God.
On a bus-stop shelter's window
It may be old-fashioned of me, but I like to be able to trust that of all the rooms in an accommodation I may consider inhabiting, my prospective bedroom will be the most intact of review and upstanding of reputation.