I mean, ATP would be more like the batteries, yeah. The mitochondria would be the whole power plant, and the little spinny generators would be the big spinny generators.

It varies. I didn’t get the phrase parroted at me until in college, when the professor was making fun of the phrase. I bet it was some slide that was created by a teaching board or textbook maker, and just copied ad nauseam.

I think my favorite couch coop game was Resistance on playstation 3. Some friends had it and we spent an entire week blasting through the game. It had a lot of potential for fun, like when I meleed the enemy in the face, then my friend with a sniper rifle slowed time, aimed between my character’s arms for the recoiling head of the enemy and got the headshot.

The problem with the first (I haven’t played the second), was that it felt like a story game where you play through the story in one go, when it ultimately turned out to be an instance grinding game to get gear to progress.

I went in expecting dark souls with guns, but got the weird love child of world of warcraft and dark souls with a reset button to progress.

I love doing this, because two/three days later when I do laundry I find what I’ve been doing for the last few days as if I had kept a journal.

/cries_when_forgetting_to_check_pockets_prior_to_laundering

Those people don’t even care about that. If it massed up in a pile outside their house, but not in an area they used, they’d walk right past it every morning. Plus (to them, anyway), that wrapper won’t be there, because of wind/rain/wildlife. It’s out of sight, out of mind for them, and fuck anyone who has it end up in their area.

Squid. They’re much more social than octopodes. I for one welcome our new TEN tentacled overlords. Everyone knows ten tentacles is better than eight.

If there’s a jesus with powers in the first place, he could do the holy spirit thing that happened after his death where the apostles proselytized by speaking in languages they (previously) couldn’t to people who couldn’t understand the native tongue.

I mean, shirt off and she’s coming my way. If it works, it works!

Hello, 911? I need an ambulance, somebody has just stabbed me in the heart and posted it on social media.

Sailboat, Caribbean, and all the food and sunsets in between as long as I can make it last. Maybe I’ll end it by heading straight at a hurricane, or maybe I’ll just try my luck at getting to Europe. It would be amazing to get to Gibraltar under sail from the Caribbean.