If someone makes the offer, you would be foolish to refuse it – after all, coffee is the fourth most delicious beverage on all planets that I have experienced, beaten only by water, tea, and beer, in that order. But remember that ‘Closing Down Sale’ may appear on the front window in the very near future should you take advantage of the Darryls of the world. So, the cliche is true, as cliches, though boring, usually are: Do please be careful what you wish for, friends, because you may end up rather thirsty.
Never been a big fan of noughts and crosses, or other things to do with requiring opposable thumbs and forefingers. Foreclaws, now they’re a different and far more interesting proposition. Also, the posterior variety. Just ask my younger sibling, Scarface, he’ll tell you all you need to know. Just kiddin’. Really.
We all find perspective in our own dubious ways, usually involving confirmation and cognitive bias. Who knows, maybe those two things are one and the same – I shall search for research that confirms my cognitions on this conundrum. Meanwhile, bias away, chaps, or bike away, and make it quick. That arch looks temporary to me.
Yes, ants are both small and annoying, and annoying and small, though somehow rather cute as well when they are not terrifying. Furthermore, they are one of the species that keep everything running on the third rock, and without them, there would be disasters such as we have not seen before. And let me tell you, here on Mars we can do without an influx of terrified terra formers as it were, it is hard enough to grow an edible patch of catnip. So, keep the ants close to your hearts, humans, and others, they are good, though annoying, yes.
PS. I would not recommend Rodney Countemfast for your tax return, although you are a grown-up (maybe you are), so make your own decision, dude.
I’d like to be able to say that there are relaxing oceans on Mars, but to tell you the truth, I’m just not certain. There is so much more to explore, and melt. But right now, I’m about to find a delightful deck chair, a tuna martini, and a couple of cubist friends with whom to jibber-jabber until the stars emerge. Goodnight.