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...that we'd quietly moved into separate bedrooms. If we'd had the energy, we might have signed divorce papers. Nonetheless, every few years, the Franchise put on a new outfit and twirled around hopefully. This usually won it some new admirers, although those of us who remembered the deep past most fondly were less enamored of its new permutations. We wished the Franchise no ill will, but at the same time we occasionally thought: Give it a rest, darling, you're showing your...
...begin, we go back to the womb, to the day of James T. Kirk's birth in deep space, when his father makes a noble sacrifice to save the lives of others, including that of his infant son precisely as he makes his way down the birth canal. The next time we see young Jim - in an energetic Spielberg-influenced sequence - he's a bratty Iowa farm boy of about 11, stealing a car and fulfilling every stereotype of a kid lacking a proper father-figure (his mother is "off-planet"). Flash forward another decade and Kirk (Chris Pine...
Vaginas next to things that look like/symbolize vaginas. Deep. Moving...
...inability to see a future when unemployment will be no better than 7% may be born of the deep pessimism that has seized the thinking of many analysts as they are in the midst of this dismantling of what it took the business community three decades to create. The reason that their forecasts may be wrong is that they are born of despair more than logic, just as the forecasts of permanent prosperity that were prevalent five years ago were born out of the mania caused by a historic inflation of real estate, unprecedented leverage, and ballooning stock markets...
...talk about it. Attempts at introspection, on the other hand, are where the problem kicks in. Public Twitter user jquaglia, for example, writes, “Do you ever have one of those days when you feel like every wishbone you pull breaks the wrong way?” Deep, man, just deep. Such self-indulgence has always existed on angsty teenage blogs like Livejournal, but now it is condensed and made absurd by its brevity. Speaking to no one in particular, about nothing in particular, in a space so short that nothing possibly meaningful can be said reeks...