The sex is kind of weird, but I didn’t see any contraindications for it in your kink manifesto.

Now with Mel Gordon’s new tome, “Voluptuous Panic: The Erotic World of Weimar Berlin,” connoisseurs of carnal excess have the next best thing to a time machine with which to visit that era of blissfully morbid hedonism.

The first author must state that his coauthor and close friend, Tom Trobaugh, quite intelligent, singularly original, and inordinately generous, killed himself consequent to endogenous depression. Ninety-four days later, in my dream, Tom’s simulacrum remarked, “The direct limit characterization of perfect complexes shows that they extend, just as one extends a coherent sheaf.” Awaking with a start, I knew this idea had to be wrong, since some perfect complexes have a non-vanishing K0 obstruction to extension. I had worked on this problem for 3 years, and saw this approach to be hopeless. But Tom’s simulacrum had been so insistent, I knew he wouldn’t let me sleep undisturbed until I had worked out the argument and could point to the gap. This work quickly led to the key results of this paper. To Tom, I could have explained why he must be listed as a coauthor.

By the way, if I were Rick Deckard sitting in a bar in Blade Runner and I heard the person next to me say “I certainly do not claim that the notion of a set is objectively clearer than that of an ∞-groupoid” then I would begin to get nervous.

If Chapter 3 needs a villain, it’s the Powerful Beings, or at least those among them that exist spatiotemporally.

It’s this: eyes, though spherical, should never be replaced by orbs.

Society would become some metamorphic superorganism with local fluctuations that would rapidly turn into divergent groups when existential risk increases, only to merge again whenever the risk lowers.

A survey of registered Republicans by Public Policy Polling in May 2015,^[12] found that 32% thought that “the Government is trying to take over Texas”, and that half of all Tea Party supporters are concerned with an imminent Texas invasion.^[13]

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In March 1991 he held a press conference to announce that he was a “Son of the Godhead” – a phrase he said later the media had misunderstood.

Though the pork steaks are indeed quite plain, they have been fried in fat that was rendered down from the exorcised ghosts of black Welsh pigs that wander through the hills of Wales at night terrifying the inhabitants of that deplorable country!  The ghostliness and ferocity of the pigs lends the steaks a wonderful flavor which is quite unlike any other!