The goldfish slogan 'The snack that smiles back' implies that the goldfish cracker is sentient enough to not only understand that I am smiling, but it also has the facial muscles to copy and return the facial expression to me, all the while aware of it's impending fate of being eaten. Furthermore, this slogan implies that the people who create the goldfish crackers have dominion over artificial life and the ability to create it, all the while granting the sentient cracker edibility. Does this mean the people who make goldfish crackers are hinting that they have the key to life? And good nutritious Edible Yellow Fish?

If you're blindfolded and getting your ♥♥♥♥♥♥♥♥♥♥♥, you're in a superposition of it being simultaneously gay and not gay, since you don't know if it's a guy sucking your ♥♥♥♥ or a girl. Therefore it would be logical to assume that both cases are true, and that the quantum system (you getting sucked off) is in multiple states (gay and not gay) at once: the very definition of a superposition. The moment you remove the blindfold, this system collapses, as you are making a measurement as to whether or not a guy or a girl is sucking you off; whether or not it's gay. This irreversibly destroys the superposition, as even if you put the blindfold back on, the uncertainty is no longer present.

Say it's 2am and I'm walking down a dark alley, happily playing my adult themed visual novels on my Deck, when someone tries to mug me. At 1.5 pounds the Deck is heavy enough to cause some damage if chucked into your face, or at the very least disorient the attacker and give me a chance to escape. There would only be one chance to throw the Deck, which is why I'm thinking I would tie some rope around it and carry it attached to the rope. That way if I miss my first throw, I can reel the Deck back in for another throw at the attacker. Or I could even swing it around at them like a flail.

stay at 127.0.0.1
wear a 255.0.0.0

A dubious little creature getting up to mischief, this is no good. Ugh, the beast is demonic in nature, very icky, no good.

I sleep, but my heart awakes.
Hark, my Beloved is knocking, saying;
Open to me, my sister, my beloved, my dove, my undefiled, for my head is filled with the dew and my locks with the drops of the night.
I have taken off my coat; how shall I put it on?
I have washed my feet, how shall I soil them?
My Beloved put in His hand, by the latch of the door, and my heart thrilled for Him.
I rose up to open to my Beloved;
and my hands were dripping with myrrh and my fingers with flowing myrrh upon the handles of the lock.
I opened to my Beloved, but He had turned away and was gone.
My soul failed when He spoke.
I sought Him, but could not find Him.
I called Him, but He gave no answer.
The watchmen of the city found me and struck me. They took my veil from me.
O, I adjure you, o daughters ofJerusalem,
If you find my Beloved, tell Him
that I am sick with Love.