It has to be Mad Men, which I’ve watched all the way through three or four times, definitely three at least.

THE BRIAN
NAMED ITSELF
THE BRIAN
(and he would have gotten away with it, too,
if it hadn’t it been for you meddling kids)

Beavis? Certainly not… but maybe The Great Cornholio can pull it off.

bOtH pArTiEs ArE tHe SaMe LoL aMiRiTe, WhY bOtHeR vOTiNg

Then chalk this item up with the million-and-one things that are completely ignored by the spiritually purified lazy mediocre idiots who passively let all this happen, this death by a million-and-one cuts, since Reagan.

But boy oh boy by golly, they sure do feel they are doing their part by chuckling at political zingers online, after the damage is done, because they let the mouth-breathers through the front door and gave them the goddamned keys to the house and car in the first place.

You can go read the Wikipedia article if you want to understand “that” part… I guess, idk, go fuck yourself!!!

Some YouTube math video about lambda calculus, the asshole casually said “you can check the Wikipedia article” on an aspect that didn’t fit inside his 10-minute video. As if Wikipedia didn’t frustrate even professional mathematicians themselves, with the obtuse exposition and a thousand notations and citations.

Fortunately, there are other math educators on YouTube.
On the topic of lambda calculus, search for this title:
PLUS times PLUS

It’s wild stuff! It’s as if like math is like a shirt, and lambda calculus pulls one arm inside out, there are some weird logical seams in math when you use different tools with the same numbers.

Ooh ooh look at me! I can break statistical mechanics and CPT symmetries inside my mind!

Well… since most of the big ones are taken, I’ll throw in:
“Tu madre era una hamster, y tu padre olía a saúco.”

EDIT: Actually, now that I remember, the Spanish from Spain have some breathtaking insults, such as:
“Me cago en la leche de tu madre” - “I shit in your mother’s milk”.

…and the rest, as they say, is history.

Good

The yellow “low tire pressure” light.

Picture taken by his friend Alexander “Sasha” Shulgin.

True, I am aware that OMNI was an entertainment magazine, I just wanted to drift towards a general science direction aiming at the “blackjack and hookers” punchline, and “bars” was the nearest I could stick the landing.

Remember that 80s magazine OMNI?
Science, tech, sci-fi, Mensa-caliber games… by the very same Bob Guccione who published Penthouse!

Every issue had an in-depth interview with a prominent and interesting scientist, figures like Alan Guth or Luc Montagnier or Morris Berman.
One issue was a little more off-beat, the interview was with an anthropologist, whose student life and career went like this:

Attending the University Of Montana in Missoula, this student loved drinking every day, so he asked the question - “What’s a relatively easy major with little math, that will interfere the least with my drinking?” - and landed on Anthropology.

After graduation, the next question became - “What will I do my thesis about?” - a friend gave him the vague advice to do it on something he knew or was passionate about, and like a “eureka” moment, it hit him: “I’m gonna research drinking culture, bars!”

And so, he became one of the rarefied few for whom drinking on the job was basically a requirement!

Monke brane and senses, well adapted to survive in the savannas of Africa, encounters math and gets baffled.

EDIT: Visualize the apes at the beginning of 2001: A Space Odyssey, scared but touching the monolith. Now imagine that the monolith is the square root of minus one.

“I’ve never seen anyone sad in a Ferrari. In fact, I’ve never seen anyone in a Ferrari, I’ve only seen the Ferrari as I pass by the dealership showroom.”

Lamborghinis, on the other hand… I once saw a farmer driving his Lambo tractor truck! And while I didn’t get a good look at his face, it was still awesome.

Tiger.
Champ.

Or go British!
Guv’nor or just plain Guv.

The Jeopardy! question to the answer “42”.

TS Eliot would be proud.
So would Edgar Alan Poe, for that matter.

Aw hell… Dante, too.
The techbrahs and enshittifiers deserve the 9th circle, they are inch by inch savoring their betrayal of humanity.

The mad lads did it!
Somewhere between 6:13 and 6:15pm.
“Shave & A Haircut” honk, perhaps?

A Doritos ad!
So you can drift asleep thinking - “Boy, do I feel refreshed!”