Saturday Morning Breakfast Cereal by Zach Weinersmith for January 07, 2015
January 06, 2015
January 08, 2015
Transcript:
It's on a collision course and it's a thousand billion billion times larger than us. Let's evacuate! No time. Even if we built a few ships in time, they couldn't escape the collision zone fast enough. Then... What now? Tell your loved ones everything they mean to you, make peace with your maker and try to remember there will be no sadness, since no one will be around to remember. Daddy look! A shooting star! Ooooh!
Ida No almost 10 years ago
I blinked. Can we get another one? I promise not to blink this time.
Olddog1 almost 10 years ago
empct12. From yesterday. Nietzsche, sure, bring him on any time.
emptc12 almost 10 years ago
And every falling leaf has a story: Their songs are ended, but the mulch melodies linger on. So tread lightly in the Autumn. A novel once famous among Leaf Life: “Let No Man Rake My Epitaph.”
emptc12 almost 10 years ago
I wallowed in his books years ago in college. I think too much Nietzsche gives one mental caries. For kicks, to shake off like a wet dog such overwrought writing, I re-write serious business reports into parodies as written by famous authors. Then I email them to similarly warped friends in the company (one day I will accidentally press COPY ALL and get in trouble). .Nietzsche’s writings are ripe for parody, nicht wahr? I picture something like this blurb on the cover of the Nietzschean-themed murder mystery, A FINE DAY FOR DEICIDE:.FRIEDRICH NIETZSCHE – what did those walrus bristles hide? The dripping fangs by which he savaged God? And what a revenge the dying deity inflicted in his death throes – FRENCH DISEASES OF THE SOUL and resulting MADNESS. Gods have a wicked sense of humor. Mad they are themselves — but AN IMMORTAL, GOLDEN MADNESS!
Paige Turner over 5 years ago
WOW!