Oh, sure – it’s all eggs and face-huggers until somebody gets impregnated…

I must quote a post by my friend Mirren today…

“Just when you think you’re not in Kansas anymore…you back in Kansas.”

Concerns over coronavirus on cash have led some establishments to spray down the bills with alcohol. Clearly this is a time in which our national experience in money laundering has become even more useful.

Here’s a meme I tooled together a few years ago:

To which my friend posted the following, leading to my alternating responses with his:

CliffoRD

Matthew 6: 1-8

Comments

Melanie:

Amen. I did not say this; I was not here

Clifford:

Go ye forth, my daughter, and sin some more…

Melanie:

Woo Hoo! (Did I say that or just think it?)

Melanie:

Seriously, though, I fear your underlying message will never grace the cortical folds of the Great Orange Void, assuming that spongy amorphous mass possesses any.

Clifford:

Speaking as an anatomist, brain, being mostly fat (the insulation- the wiring itself is mostly protein), floats. Do with that what you will….

Melanie:

They all float down here… Still, one of my fondest memories when I returned to college after many years away, was the chance to touch an actual human brain – but it wasn’t too spongy as it had been in formaldehyde for freaking ever. I brought my daughter to class that one day, just for a fun lark, and she got touch it too. Years later, my father left his body to science, and so (my ganglia conclude through both temporal and spatial summation) the great circle of life remains unbroken. Spongy.

Came up with a new character name: Kitty Bidet

And that’s not nearly all….

Is it more altruistic to:

A: Selflessly help someone in need because of guilt.

B: Selfishly help someone in need because of the joy it brings you.