Those who challenged her would die.
Those who dared be small were marked to die. Those who were small, and dared come near her, were already dead.
Her worldview was not clouded; it had purity. It was unadulterated.
She cared nothing of movies, nothing of gossip.
Friends, love, compassion, kindness — all weak, offensively petty notions.
Mercy, merely a roadblock to her brutal whims.
Patience, only to prolong death, a luxury that came at the time of her choosing.
Where violence necessitates intelligence, she stood above all others. Where mercy demands judgment, she was jury and executioner.
Within the chaos, she brought purpose. …
If I ever rent a Lamborghini, remind me to take a picture in front of it and sell a get rich quick course.
It’s always the same formula, isn’t it? A guy standing in a posh house (he rented) or in front of a library full of sports cars. He’s either totally blinged out in his suit or he’s wearing pajamas to reinforce the prize of his efforts.
This could be you, hombre. X-Men pajamas at noon on a Tuesday.
He’ll often be standing in his living room with a funny chart and graphs with generic platitudes as the variables.
X-Axis: Your potential. …
I wanted to challenge myself: can I write a self-improvement article about a random animal?
It seemed like a good way to break out of the repetitive content I see.
So I spun the wheel and it landed on the octopus. Then I did a lot of research and here we are.
What can we learn from the octopus? You’d be surprised.
It’s a known fact that octopi (plural for octopus) need a very secure tank, particularly in pet stores.
Without one, they’ll wait until the store closes and sneak into other tanks that are full of yummy fish. …
To my knowledge, my mother is not a man. But she’s a very strong woman.
My grandfathers were both World War II fighter pilots. My dad was a special forces soldier.
The phrases “be a man” and “toughen up” were introduced at an early age. My desire for validation, my need to adapt, were all viewed through a very male prism.
This approach brought a few obvious challenges. But what good, positive laws of living can be drawn from masculinity?
Most of these will apply to women as well.
The Naval Academy is quite competitive and for good reason. It’s prestigious. There’s no tuition. You’ll receive an excellent education and spending money. But you’ll be required to serve five years in the military after graduation. …
It isn’t groundbreaking news that dolphins are smart. ‘How smart’ has always the question. After all, it’s not like we can give them a written test.
Their cognitive abilities are part of ongoing research. For example, a recent study by Georgetown University revealed that dolphins have the longest lasting memory of any non-human species, including elephants.
They use sound pitches to recognize each other and can remember the whistles of acquaintances from decades earlier.
We should also remember that dolphins aren’t newly smart. They’ve been clever for, at least, thousands of years.
Combine this with their affable, curious nature, high energy, and the result is many historic interactions with humans. …
I sometimes imagine a panic-stricken phone call to my younger self, “It’s me. I’m from the future. We need to talk.”
Before younger-me can respond, I interject, “No, shutup! We only have 30 seconds.”
Then, I rush to compress more than a decade of learning into a few bullet points. Would I even be able to help? Or are some trains meant to crash?
Putting aside the obvious, pedantic repercussions of the butterfly effect, this thought exercise is a great way to surface wisdom. What have I learned, without a doubt?
I’m a 37-year-old divorced man and will tell you firsthand, there’s never full closure. There’s always a feeling of unfinished business, which is fine; we were never guaranteed a lock and key to the past. …
The fall of 2010 was not a good time for the cast of Two and a Half Men.
Some days, filming went smoothly. Other days, the show’s star, Charlie Sheen, arrived late, disheveled, forgetting lines, smelling of alcohol.¹ He was pale and dangerously thin. During one scene, he asked directors if he could lean on the couch rather than walk around during his part. Making matters worse, all of the awkward starts, stops, and redos happened in front of a live audience.
The show’s meteoric ratings made the situation all the more unfortunate. Teams scrambled to prop Charlie up and get through each shoot. In January of 2011, production was halted after Charlie was hospitalized following a 36-hour cocaine-fueled bender. Things came to a head with Sheen’s termination in March of that year. His $1.8-million-per-episode …
You can gain followers by tweeting quotes, pictures of puppies, and random memes, yes.
My best tip?
Talk mad crap. But don’t worry. It won’t mandate being hateful or hurting people.
Think of Twitter like professional wrestling. There’s a lot of noise that’s separate from reality.
Smack talk and banter will explode your metrics.
I’ll give you a simple personal example.
I don’t really delve into politics much. However, my patience is completely sapped with Trump’s tweets. We’re weeks after November 3rd and he’s still refusing to concede an election he’s clearly lost. …
On a fateful Saturday morning, Marge Selbee walked into the kitchen to fire up a pot of coffee.
Her husband, Jerry, was drawing on a notepad. Numbers and formulas danced across his page like a stiff-armed ballerina. This wasn’t unusual for him.
Sipping on coffee, Marge turned to him, “What are you working on?”
He looked up, “I think I’ve cracked the Michigan State Lottery.”
Marge laughed and didn’t think much of it. Yet as she finished her coffee, her husband sat beside her with a $26-million-dollar secret.
The Lottery has a well-earned mystique. It’s a mountain of cash, shrouded in impossible math, with the subtle promise of bliss and freedom. …
Imagine being in a trench. Gunfire is zipping over your head. You are pinned down. You can’t escape.
You peer up over the edge of the dirt, across the blackened flat plane of destruction. You hear German shouting in the distance.
Then, you see a giant cloud, a wall of gas standing twice as high as you are tall. It is hundreds of meters wide. It’s moving towards you. You try to crawl out and run but dirt sprays up in your face as bullets hit the ground next to you.
You dive back into the trench. You peer up over the trench again. The cloud moves closer. Bugs and small animals dive out of holes and run for their lives. As the gas overcomes them, the bugs immediately turn upside down and begin spasming. …