the existence of combinational explosions is a fucking bitch. was it even combinational explosion, or some other explosion of immaterial stuff? :set colorcolumn=0 not only a singular train of thought (choo choo motherfucker), but a whole tree, an unending one unless one is a meditation master – and the ancient texts forbid tgirls from becoming meditation masters – and perfectly good branches of the tree die off and are forgotten in the imperfect kludge of the brain before they get fully processed. who the fuck invented cheese anyway. maybe it evolved like so much other stuff evolved: a feature begets the possibility of other features. yoghurt et al seems pretty obvious tho: a vat of milk was contaminated by a bacteria that happened to make milk different but in a good way, because beforetimes didn't have sterile vats or pastørized milk. i find animal milk pretty yucky now anyway, it leaves a sticky feeling in my mouth. sometimes tho when the cafeteria runs out of plant milks – another subtree of thought: why are oat milk and soy milk haram terms in the union but peanut butter is perfectly kosher? – i take buttermilk instead, it's sour and thicker and i guess a bit yucky but i got used to it as a kid, my mummi drank it and i was curious, and most importantly it didn't leave the same yuckiness as milk milk did. also, the leftover residue on the glass looks cool. i used to have such an aversion to drinking from glass glasses and porcelain or stoneware cups, they felt too heavy and too smooth and slippery on my lips compared to the pure lightweight unshattering plastic cups of early childhood, with their mcdonalds decorations and embedded glitter. the non-childish glassware had, in addition to the unpleasant lipfeel, a horrible smell that isn't bad per se but it was the smell of recently washed glass or (even worse) porcelain and i couldn't stand it fuck i hate that fucking smell and i hate sticking my nose in a cup with that smell. then i grew out of it, for the most part, but now and then i do find a cup somewhere, recently washed and probably still warm to the touch, that i feel unpleasant sticking my nose into. i wonder what a dog would think of that smell. i wish they could talk. i read a story of the early ibm computing days, when punch cards were just for business and computers were just for business, about how they started recording first the twenty-six letters (because twenty-six is a beautiful number and those are the only good letters anywhere (can you smell the sarcasm?)), and then their customers also wanted a hyphen and ampersand (what could be sillier?) because many names have hyphens and many companies have ampersands: bengt-holmberg & hammarstroem ab. then, for legitimate business purposes, they introduced the octothorpe, whichmst is gaining a new name i dislike, and the capital s with the line and the slash and the percent sign. also, because their equipment was semi-mechanical and early, they needed nonsense characters that nobody would want to use (they chose the lozenge that still oddly lives on on european keyboard layouts above 4 as the currency symbol ¤), but the problem with weird graphemes that are made readily available is that they'll end up getting used anyway. were computers a mistake? anyway, the point was that the dollar signs and octothorpes and slashes ended up getting replaced with åäö etc when sold to northern europe, because the europeans have no need for dollars and octothorpes, which are mostly an english-language thing anyway, and the printer chains just couldn't be made longer, and actually i think that was a rather sensible choice given the circumstances. fulfil is a weird word. abcadc. 012032. bacbec.