Saying anything in particular makes you open to fact-based criticism — I mean, it is object-level and bad, instead of meta-level and good.
My condolences.
weird flex but OK
... maybe not OK, at that
You can just do this really simple exercise: Go to any standard evolutionary biology textbook and ask, is Gould buried? Is he gone? Has he been discarded? Tossed into the dustbin of hist—no, he hasn't.
Too long? Not long enough? Either way, every day is somehow worse than the one before.
I am having an iced coffee with oat milk — a café oat lait, if you will.
Quoth Yud:
Algae are tiny microns-wide solar-powered fully self-replicating factories that run on general assemblers, "ribosomes", that can replicate most other products of biology given digital instructions.
Ribosomes ... make proteins.
It is always somehow worse than one remembers.
Having met Gene "the Time Cube guy" Ray and found him to be a simmering cauldron of rage just waiting to boil over, that's oddly fitting.
"Epistemic status:" is such a pompous thing to say that it is automatically a head start on a joke setup. Possible completions include but are not limited to the following:
- I picked the wrong week to quit sniffing glue
- Jackin' at the speed of light (sung to the tune of Queen's "Don't Stop Me Now")
- Yippie ki yay, Mister Falcon
... the EAristocrats!