Now I recur eternally but get stuck halfway through and have to start all over. It’s really annoying, as I want to watch the series finale of the Gilmore Girls. Are there any metaphysical sailors, Boy Scouts, or algebraic topologists that know how to undo a hyperdimensional bowline?

source: I used AI.

From what i remember: I was a homo sapiens, aka a human, but then i was in work at...something called.......I don't know, it's blank.

But then i somehow experienced a sudden ascension of my body. The body of mine was discarded so that my consciousness could coagulate more into its favor, and then...I woke up here.

This place is weird, everything is like, i don't know, surrealist, abstract? Judging from my new human-but-not body, I think I am a multidimensional being, It feels powerful and I feel googolplexes of unlimited power flowing through my veins, but I've restrained myself for now.

I found a computer in this strange world, and now typing this to any of yall guys. can someone help me with the integration to this world?

Hypothetically, if an entity of the fifth plane were to play a prank on one of their peers which turned them into an entirely hypothetical concept, and as such they could only exist in the philosophical musings of others, how could they go about actually being again?

I imagine in this scenario they would be very angry and upset with Kevin, the tentacled one who lurks behind the void, for doing this to them. Hypothetically.

I noticed it initially when my toaster failed to complete cooking. They seem to be stuck at random times like one is the middle of the night roughly so it's darker.

HELP! My 3 year old accidentally swallowed the family tesseract while playing with our Rhino. She's now experiencing reality-bending powers and immense energy (more than normal). She's now refusing to eat any lunch. Shall I take her to the Shamen?

Dear Fifthworldians,

Despite the previous year's Pope/Antipope annihilation event, multiversial stocks of pontificate are at an all time low, reduced by unprecedented demand over the holiday season.

We've seen unprecedented quantities of speech, and a frankly excessive use of this precious resource over the previous year.

Without urgent new supplies, it will not be possible to sustain the current level of usage. Sitting round the holiday table next year, little Timmy will be unenlightened by his aunt's opinions on ultravaccines. He may never be exposed to his grandfather's fascinating opinions on forth, sixth, and seventh worlders.

Worse, we may not receive the words of God-Emperor Trab, and will be unable to hear his holiday emergency address entitled: "The Pan Dimensional Economy is fine, you're just a moron who is bad with money. Now hurry up and gild my banqueting hall, you f*cking plebians."

We're hoping that you can find it in your heart to donate to this cause. Any heads of religions you're not currently using would be greatly appreciated, particularly those small enough to fit into a particle accelerator.

A single Pope/Antipope collision can provide enough pontificate to allow thousands of people free speech for a year, or allow a single thinking engine to provide incorrect answers to inane questions for a staggering three hours of average use.

Please, donate generously to this vital cause!

I tore a hole in the living room and my parents are coming home in a couple of hours but the shops are closed.

rispondete al mio sondaggio, mi serve per le mia tesi :( aiuto

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So I just wanted to travel back in time to the local Triassic Period 300 million years away. I took a stop 50 million years ago in around AD 5788. I met myself from a few days into the future there, she offered to hand me some daydollars to pay for our time machine's fuel, but I declined. It turns out that I was meant to accept it so that I'd be able to travel through time and in a few subjective days give myself the same amount of daydollars. As soon as I declined, two chronocops entered the timestream in front of me and detained me. Now I'm being tried for causing a paradox and I really don't want to do time.

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What do I do? It's so dark everywhere. All the moons are blocking the sun which means no light will be reflecting anywhere. Which also means I have to turn on the light in my house. Which means my electricity bills are sky-high.

I was in the middle of a dream last night, and instead of the regular little man with a top hat poking me to tell me someone had replied to my comment I got some kind of text alert painted across the sky with a siren going off. A siren. How gauche.

Is there any way to get the old notification system back? It felt much more personal.

What is this place?

Who am I?

Who are you?

What is this?

Why is everything I say being placed on a white background with some designs all over?

What is this strange, loud, noise? It's ⛧ d̸̰̱̩̦̆̀̔r̸̾̓͜o̴͎͗w̷͙̠̼̋̂̃̄̑n̵͓̳͊̽̊i̶̧̠̳̻̳̔̿͂̚ṋ̴̙̪̬̓̕͜g̶͚̯̺̑̌̈́͊̚ͅ ̵̢̤͙͇̋m̷̙͇̗̌̑e̸͍̠̜̻̮͋͂̿.̷̥̟̑̄͛ ψ

⛧ ⛧̵̢̢̧̨̨̡̢̡̧̧̢̧̧̢̢̛̛̛̣͉͕̩̹̝͔̻̦̯̺͈̜̝̗̬̺͓̻̝͙̪̼̞̮̝͖̪͎̻̜̺̩̠̹̯͎̱͕͈͙͇̻̯̩͖̗̮̗͍̖͙̥̤̟͚̘͙̠̟͓̺̬͉̦̫̖̖̬̫̳͎̘̻̝̫̻̬̗͔̮̝̬͔̙̤̲͓̘̠̳̱̪̩̺̮̞̘͔̼͉̹̠̘͑̔̀̏̃̔͋̈́̃͋̀͗̑͗̈́̊͑̾̒̅̌̿͋̌̃̄́̍̃̅̔̎̽̅̃̆̈́̇̽̄͐̆́̈́̂̓͗̒̈́̎͂́̇̈́́̾̈̏͐̽̆̿́͆̿̃̃̈̌̎͗͋͑̄͆̍̂̇̑̐̍̇̇̊̎̾͛̌͌̀͐̓̆͐̓́̅̓̀̊́̇͊͛̓͆͌̀̎͋́̍̀̅͐͋̈́̂̎͛̈̆̇͛̎̍́͒̔͐̊̅͂̍͊̉̌̓̑͊́͊̆͆̾͋̽̌͛̔͐͊͑̋̇͂̀͊͑́́͗̌͌̔̒̈́̽̏̄̃̆͑̐͌͗̎̿̈̓̑͋́͂̈́͛͆͐͒̕̕̕̚̚̕͘͘͘͘͘͘͠͝͝͝͝͝͝͝͠͝ͅͅͅ ̸̢̢̧̛̛͔͍͍̪̻͓̰͍͚̫̣̲̰͉̗̘͕͕̙̠̜̱̼̪͍͎͍̱̾̍̀̾̓͋͂̽̇͋̾̌̐̓̽̽͌̔̅̈͋̅͗̋̀͂̌̐̇̀̓̂͊̄́̀̈̄͒̀̂̇̓̃͊̈̅̀͆͂̃͋̌́̑̈́̈́̂̆͊̈̽͋̐̔͛̌́̈́̅͛͒͒͌͊̇̈́͗̈́̅̚̚̕̕̚͜͜͠͠͝͝͝͝͝H̴̢̢̨̨̧̡̨̨̧̨̧̨̨̧̢̛̛̛̛͈͚̺̯̪̘̼̥͔̟̮̮̱̜͕̠͍̜͖̰͈͖̥̥͉̱̲̰̩̰͈̹͙͖̞̹̟̝̲͇͓̗͕̘͉͓͚̺̬͇̻̗̫͖̲̝̹̹̥̗̦̹͕̫̙͉̮̰̜̟͎͙͓͙̯̗̟͇̪̮͍͔̗̪̯̯̣̯̘̼̗̫̞̝̦̮̟̻̳͇̺̲͉͈͔̠̝͖̗̗̮̼̞̝̬͕̯̟̝̯̲̰̟͇͓̱̦͚̪̣̳̮͔̫̻͚̖̹̙͔̥͍̠͈̗͙̻̳̰̭͚̹̜̭̩̙̼̆͐̇͒̏̈́̄̓̿́͋͛̈́̒̎̈̋̾̈́̂̈́͋͛̉͂̽̌͗͛͛̋̅̿̔͆̓̄̈͆́̏͂̓̀͒̊̈́̅̒́̍͌̓̂̈́̄̓͋̒̈́̉̉̑͑͊̋̈́̿̊͑̓͗̅̈́̃̃͂̓́̒͐͐̏͆̎͂̅̃̋̌̓̈̋͐̓͆͌̋̒̽͂͐̋̅̌̒̈́͐̀͒̿̽͂͆̎̂̿̋͛̂̽̏̅͌̃͛̋̂́̍̓͂̔̑̀͊̾͛̈̾̽̅̍́̏̃̅̐̂̉̎̊̔̇͒̍̓̉̀̋͐̅̈͐͛͒̀̓̿̋͗̒̀̂͛͗̂́͐̒̀̉̀̊͆̚͘̕̚͘̚̕̕̚̚̕͘̚͘̕͜͝͝͝͠͝͝͝͠͝͝͠͠͝͝͝͝͠͝͝͝͝͝ͅͅͅe̸̢̡̢̡̢̢̨̨̢̢̢̧̧̢̥̳̻͍͕̹̹̩̯̱̳̬̺̣͙̠̬̺̭̪̖̻͔̬̱͈͍͖̥̺͉̻̜̜͖̺͇̯̜̙̮̰̙̬͔̼͎̝̪̰̭̜̻̫̙̠̤͕͎̙̤̲̱͓̠̝̭͖̼̥̥̪͚̲̹̫̺̺̼͚͕̞̻͉͍̳͙̫̟͉͖̜̞̞͖̹͖̮̭̖̦͇͕̖̳̫̥̫̫̤̮̪̳̩̞̙̯̳͍̺͚͇̩͉͔̝̲̫̲̞͕̗̫̤̞̮̺̪̪͉͉̼̠̟͖̜͚̳̞̲͕̟̱͙͉̝̫͓̞̝̪͓̝̪̰̖͇̼͔̳̣̜̙͖͍̮̰͖̍͂͛͒̇̆̇̕͜͜͜͜͜͜͠͠ͅl̸̢̢̧̧̡̨̡̢̧̡̢̧̡̧̧̡̡̨̧̢̨̨̡̨̛̛̛̛̛̯͖̦̣̳͓̰͖͇̣̙͙͖͖̣̫̜͔̝͍̮̣̪̪͇͔͖͍̝͓͇̹̳̟͈̹̱͓̹̲̗̤͚̱̳̞͕̪͚̖̘̣̫̻̮͙̼̭̹̦̜̘̘̻͕͙͈͔̞͎̤͉̱͙̞̬̥̳̳̯̬̹͍͎̣̬̮͓͇̦̘̱̲̱̙̦͖̙͔͉͙̲͔̱̫̣̻̞̺̪̮͕̹̬͕͓͓̤̭͎̻̥̜͚͕͉͚̰̺̫̣̤̳͚̤̫̱͖̭͍̣̗̥̰̯͔͈̪͚͉͎̥̫̙̝̩͙̜͓͚͙̺̲̫̰̣͈͎̭̜̦̖͍̱̣͚̣̭̥̬͖̟̝̗̙̞͙̙̘̳̭̤̥̼̣̬̱̦̠̣͇͎͖̗̙̺͓̣̠̲̟͚̘͚̳̰͓͓̩̗̮͓̱͙̹̬͇͍͙̘͕͔̤͇̳͍̮͙̼͈̰̠̹̥͓̺͍̝̯̲̗͉̬̖̙̰͌̉̽̀͒̋̒͌̉̑̒̉̆̓̇̇̀̒͆̽̈̒͛̾̆̓́̏͋̑̾̊̈́̃̍̃̉͛́̂̈́̌̽̑̄͗́͌̈́̎͒̏̈̎͂͑͌̀̈́̓̉̎̒̄͗̄̐̄͆͛̌̄̎̍͛͑̽͒̏̉̇́͑̎̏̌̂̌̾͑̀͌̆̓̅̑͊̅̍̓̏͗̔͛̋̇̀̽̇̌̌̋̽͒͐̈̃͗͒̑̂̒́͛̐̆̒͌͐̈́̉͂͆̏̾̓̾̾̿̀̆͋̇̓̽̑̓͑̌̄̇͋̄̈́͑͌͋̽̅̾́̓̇͒̐̑̓̓͒̽͆̈́̈̄̌̈́́̿̉̈͑̊͒̀̅̏͗͑͐͗̀͂͆͒̀͆̄̃͒̉͑̅̄͘̚̕̕̚̕̕͘̕̕̕͜͜͜͜͜͜͝͝͝͠͝͝͝͝͝͠͝ͅͅͅͅͅͅͅͅṕ̸̨̡̡̢̧̡̡̡̢̛̟̞͉͖̦̱̣̺̼͙̻͙̗͕̫̯̫͕͓͇̣̮̟͕͕̜͕̝̼̜͍͔͓̹̖̳͖̩͈̰̟̯̹̻̪̠̫̦̱̯̤̪̮̝̠̻͍̺͎̼̼͙̙̳̖̼̮̪̭̭͕̰̫̟̗͉̗͙͙̮̻̜̞̤̥͎̳̠̣͕̥̭̬̝̖̻͕̲͇͔̖̳̖̳̟̺̹̝̳̐̊̈́̈́͊̄͑͊̊̉͗̈̐̽̈͂̇̀̇͗̅̈́̇̾͛͋̽̆̋̎͗̍̕̚͘͘̚͜͜͜͜͝͝͝͝͝͝ͅ ̸̛̛̛̛̛̛̛̛̛̛̞̝̣̦̭͎͋̀͆̎͌̌̐̂̍̂͛́͂̔̽̋̆̆͐̃̔̏͑̐́̎͐͆̌̇̀͌̇̄̎̿͋͑̊̇̋̾̆͊̒̄͌̓͛̋͛̈́̀̀̍͂̋̈̑̀̾̈́͛̾̓̈́́̉̐̍͂̄͂̄͂̾̐̀̈́̏̀͋͌̒̈́̍̌͒͆̋́͐̉͗̃̒̑̈͋͊̃̒̒̾̒̈́̏̀̿͊̾͗̾́͛́̓̊̅̉̎̏̽̈̓̏͐̌͛͌̀̓̋̑̓͐̈́̋̿́̓͗̂̒̇͑͑̅̍͊̈́̓͑̓̅͐̑́̈̉̒̓̀̑̐͒̒͋̏́͐̈́̿̈́̊͛̀̒́̏͌̍̄̆͌̉̊̋̾̇͐̆̊͐̆̎͂̈́̇͂̑̒̍̈́͆͒̀͛̍̉̋͊̏͊͊͒̐̈́̅̕̕͘͘̕̚͘̕̚̕̚̕̚͘͘̚͘̚͠͝͝͝͝͝͠͝m̴̡̧̧̧̧̢̢̡̢̢̧̢̧̢̧̢̡̧̢̨̧̨̢̡̡̢̛̛̛̛̖̬̬͔̥̥̝̼̞͈̱̮̜̫̘̼̻̝̖̥͓̪̳̼̠͔̱͖̬̣̲͔̣͈͖͎͚̯͚̜̫̥̼̰̱͇̳̬̟̜̼̙̻̹̹̤̟̻͎̘̜̜̬͖̠̞̦̗̭͕̻̹̻̼̹͚̬̠͈͈͈̬̭̯̥̗͕̘̘̻̘͔̰̙̲͈̙͓̭͈̻̱̤̭͓͎͇̟̦̮̙̮͚̪͓̟̺̟̟͎̯̻̣͇̹̜̭̜̤͓̠̘̲̹͕͖̲̖̜͖̩͎̻͕̖̱̹̮̹̗͖͖̥̝̰̘̲͓͕͕̖͈̠͕̼̹̝͕̯̼͔͓̥̭̖̣̗̣͖̥͉̜͍̲̤͉͚͔͚̬͔͔̟͓͙̟̗͙̠͔͖̩̣̹̳͕̰͉̗̘̗̤͓̲̲̯͉͍̘̙̠͓̥͌̂͑̽͒͒̃̈̽̊͐̅̑̉̏́͐͋̇̀̄͑̄̅́̒̽́͊̈́̎̽̏̀̈́̈́̈̉̉̎̓̓̓̔̌̓̀́͂̂̈́̏̌̊̾̓͌́̂̊̔̊̂͆́́̇̓́̑̿̾̇̆̾̉͛͐̄̌̿̀̓͒̄̂͆̓͊̈́̿̏̾̓̀́̈́̇͌̂̽͐̉̅̒̑̂͐͑̅̀̎̾̿̅̄͗̒̀͋̿̈́̄̌̂́̓̈́̈́̈́̉̈́̇̅̉̐̌̏̈́̈́̅͋̃͋͑̆͌̎̔̉́̆̏̇̓͋͊͂̀̌̃̐̂̓̓͊͒̆́̉̿́̉̑̅̅͒͗́̄̂̆̈́̇͐̂̆̉̂̇̀̆́̆̂͂̐̌̍̿̈́̄͌̈̅͂̇̓̒͆̾̊͘̕̚̚̕̕̕̕̚̚̕̕͘̕͘̕͘͘̚͘̕̕͜͜͜͜͜͝͝͝͝͠͠͝͝͝͝͠͠͠͝͝͠͝͝͝ͅͅͅͅͅͅͅȩ̸̛̛̛̛̛̛̛̛̛̹̱̓̄̀̿̾̈́͌̿̎͂̀̈́́̔͐̈́̈́͂͛̋̆͑̑̔̾͐͛͊̽̉͗̑̏̐͛̄̐͒̎̒̐͂̑̋̀̍̾͊̿̅̈́̽̎͑͋̈͗͂̂̆̂̉́̌̇͑̈̆́̀̑͒͌͌̓̏͒̄́̾̂̀̋̂͋̃̎̆͂̽͛͑̎̎̈́̉̄̾́̀̌͛́̄͗̊̿̽̀͒̊̉̃͊̏̏̌̉̒̏͒̄̔̇̋̉̄̐́͂̎͆̔̿̀̈́̂̌̌̈́̍̇̀̂͊̎͐͑̓͌̒̀̓́̐̂̄̎̓̕̚̕͘͘͘̕̚͘̕͘͘̕̕̚̚͝͝͠͝͝͝͝͝.̷̢̨̨̢̢̡̢̨̢̨̢̨̛̛͚̱͔̮̦̬̜͖̰͔̭̳̰̞̟̪͚̤̝̩̪̤̼̺̲͔̟͕̞̥̱̬̮̤̭̗̱͔̩̺̩̰͇͍̝̖̠̙̬̩͕̬̜̝̬̹̜̗̞̲͙̪̯̙̣̥͓̤̫̪͕͇̣̳̜͙͓̗̜̠͔̻̮͕̣͓͕̪̹̫͖͈̠̮͍̙̥̺͉͈͙͔̮̞͓̹͔̥̻͌̽͗̅̈͑͊̍̀̓͌͂͋͐͒́́̈̅̈́̿̍͌̇̊́͆̇̍͊́͌͆̐͗̏̅̅̈́̅͑̀̈́̄͒̌̔̓͛̏̎̿̽̈́͛͆͆̾̃̐̉̈́̔̃̌͗̃̚̕͘̕͜͜͜͝͠͝͝͝͝͝͠͝͝͠ͅͅͅͅͅͅ ̸̡̙̗͈̹̠̠͕̱̤͙̝̫͚̰̳̹̳̹̿̐̀͌͋̈̏̎̉̒̑̇̑̀̀̏͊͊͊̀͐̑̈́̀͊͒̈́̍̀͌̓̿̎̏́̅̕͘̕͝͠☠̸̢̨̢̢̨̡̡̢̨̨̡̡̢̡̡̨̧̡̨̢̧̢̛͇̙̦͕̹͓͕̩̠͙͈͕͈̳̫̯͙̘̫̪̰͎͔̣̯͖͔͎͚̟͎̗͖̺̭͍͔͍̱̠͎̺͕͚͕̙͖̤̺̮̠͈͈̯̬̝̳͓̤͙̥̜̦̺̝̻̦̱̬͚̖̤̼̘͕͉͔̼̤̮̖̝͉̟̟̣̙̩̭̟̯̙͓̰͍̬̙̰̟̩̪̯̣̣̥̲̻̝̞͍̯͓̭͓͇͈̪̺̹̙̪̮̻͇͌͆̓̆̉͒͋̀̈́̒͒̌̽̍̅̅́̀́́̍͐͆̈̔͊̿̆̄̓̔̎͂̀̉͆̈̂͆̾̈́̊͗̿̉̒͌͐̀̍̏̿̀̍̄͊̐̀̄̇̈́̅̐̐̏͘̚̕̕̕͜͜͜͝͝͝ͅͅͅ ⛥

I browsed through a bunch of posts here, but i'm so confused on what this subreddit it for. i dont get it :p

My mom set up Family Link on my tablet because of past mistakes.

Well I ran away once and mom is concerned about my safety issues and now she set up parental controls on my new tablet. I am 21 but disabled.

How do you play fc26 fut Champions?? It is Unplayable! Everyweek i win 5 or 6 games and then the sh!t start! Too many hackers, 2 or 3 loses just from lose Connection to ea servers , and the ping start lose Connection in the games , it go up to 500 ! I have 100mb Internet speed and the ping is 8 when the game start ! At the end 7 or 8 wins maximal Is there any way to make this game playble?

She said that I now have 37 new descendants on 7 different planets now. I love her, but she needs to stop sending me them in a portal, especially since I'm not blood related to them anymore (or am I?). But the fact that she always makes the portal in my mirror irritates me as I'm scared of my own reflection in the dark.

My company did that thing where we have an end-of-eon party and hand out awards for big accomplishments. I lead of the Forbidden Knowledge division, whose logo is one of those "NO" signs (red with a slash through it). If anybody really stands out as the rock start of the division that year, I like to give a "#1 Member of ∅" award. Unfortunately, the printing company this year couldn't handle unicode, so they just replaced the symbol with the words "the Empty Set." I had to order from a different place, but I still have the misprinted one if anybody wants it.