There Lived A Certain Man In Russia Long Ago

Let me tell you story about Russian people:
There is man running through forest
He is chased by Siberian tiger
Tiger fast and man tired
Man look back but keep running
Ahead of man is cliff edge
Man fall but catch himself on vine
Tiger come to edge but cannot reach man
Below man is big fall, certain death
Above death, below death
Man see a berry growing off cliffside
Man eats berry
Berry taste terrible, worst taste in life
Man let's go of vine, rather die than taste berry any longer

Musing

It occurred to me, after seeing a guy read some Dr. Who book at a bus stop, that the British love it when different people assume the same title. I.e. Dr. Who, James Bond, Sherlock Holmes, The Queen.

A chewy, candy bar named Jesus, King of the Chews.

Words with Franz: a lesser-known word game about about political assassination. Many letter tiles are redacted and blacked out, worth an estimated "cannot confirm or deny" amount of points.

M: "I met this girl from Iceland."
G: "Has she ever seen Bobby Fischer?"

A thought: can a Buddhist monk meditate for so long as to get root-level access to his brain? Using his admin privileges he could control his chemical flow and adjust emotions as necessary.

There are two kinds of people in this world: those who want to be abducted by aliens and those who don't.

Chopinhauer, the renowned philosoposer.

"Danger rising. I'm so dangry right now!"