A sunless Sunday
Mmmm... so enjoyed this.
Since I started playing off others' verbiage, the postibilities have seemed endless.
Regulation is to gazillions of mostly unconscious actions (e.g. clicks, views) summed instant to instant what voting every four years is to continuous lobbying.
How you gonna do that when sheep couldn't possibly have any idea what you're talking about?
Methinks the more appropriate hashtag is #FindTheMagicWandThatWhenWavedTransformsSheepIntoIntelligentHumanBeingsAtMassScale.
> My weekends have boozy eyelids that open and close > to the tune of the English rain. Now they're heavy to > crackling spa waters and chilly feet. It's not ideal, > but post-post-coitus is thoughts about the washing up gone > piled. There's simply no forks left.
And, of course, for older timers like me, it's going to take a bit of time for the song “I Am The Walrus” invoked by the phrase “the English rain” to stop playing in our heads.