They fall in love.
They fall in love.
I'd imagine technological advancement and societal change will fry your wires well enough by that point that you'll be grateful to roll over and find a familiar face, however grotesque it may be.
And yes, also you'll be impotent.
Microwaves will be more intense in the future so you won't need a unit. You'll just have to take things out of their protective sleeves and put them outside for a few seconds, then rush back in to your microwave resistant shelter before your food (or green plastic army man) combusts.
A clever combination of taser technology and conductive dental fillings will render preprandial application of heat or particulate agitation obsolete.
Sweaters such as those knit from alpaca or other hollow fibers will be prominent in a form somewhat close to their current one and used primarily for insulating the mechanical innerworkings of animalian housebots. It's also likely that the future will see a surge in sweaters more akin to those worn by adolescents in the mid-twentieth century as technology for mechanical humanoid sidekicks and their inevitable large aluminum breastplates becomes more readily available.
I suspect based upon our current consumption trajectory and imminent need to amplify our creative re-use lest we run out of resources and landfill space that Fauntleroy will probably have a nice pair of cans cleanly manufactured from a pair of nice cans.
Doubtful. I've never known me to be crude.
She's certainly not fantastic because of a persistent tongue-in-cheek-i-ness style sarcasm. Only the crudeness.
I sincerely, honestly, earnestly, and openly love the Kiss album by Carly Rae Jepsen. I am also considering making a music video to the track "Curiosity" starring my cats.
I walked into work and tried to put my house keys into my office door.
2 oz blended whiskey
Juice of 1/2 lemon
1/2 tsp powdered sugar
1/2 slice lemon
Shake blended whiskey, juice of lemon, and powdered sugar with ice and strain into a whiskey sour glass. Decorate with the half-slice of lemon, top with the cherry, and serve.
I did laundry on Monday and dumped my clothes onto one side of my bed put then never really folded them so all week I've just been getting dressed in bed in an effort to sleep in a little longer.
8/7/16 - Sufjan Stevens @ Hollywood Bowl // 8/8/16 - Radiohead @ Shrine // 8/8/16 - Boris @ Regent
9/14/16 - Wilco @ Theatre at Ace Hotel // 9/18/16 - Kraftwerk @ Hollywood Bowl
I drank two bottles of wine last night and smoked a pack of cigs. I woke up at 4 AM feeling like TOTAL SHIT and thought this lifestyle must stop. so I got out of bed and shaved my beard off, then I got on the treadmill and ran, then I took a shower and at about 6 AM I checked the board and read FB's confession about his keys at work and fell back asleep and had a dream about FB and his cousin. They were both Moroccan scumbags who ran some kind of a shady supply store.
Stephanie came home late last night and mentioned when she walked in that there were a lot of bunnies on our front lawn. This morning, as I was backing out, I noticed a dead bunny on her side of the driveway.
I used my kid as an excuse to leave work at noon today so I can go to an interview. My kids are grown ups now, I don't think I will be able to use them as an excuse much longer. I might have to get an imaginary pet.