fluke

She skinned her hair back into a ponytail, a style she knew was probably too young for her, but she planned to drive with her windows open and she could ditch the elastic band once she got to the lake.

The next time you come to the Cookie Jar, the coffee__ on me. You could probably bottle that stuff of yours and sell it for rat poison.

Make sure you wear something appropriate, dear. You never know who you__l run into and it__ always smart to look your best.

Burning bridges behind you is understandable. It's the bridges before us that we burn, not realizing we may need to cross, that brings regret.

Now (obviously) a sentence__ truth__ven when we hold the sentence__ meaning fixed__epends on which world we are considering. __rown is Prime Minister_ is true in the actual world but, since Brown need not have been Prime Minister, there are countless worlds in which __rown is Prime Minister_ is false: in those worlds, Brown did not succeed Tony Blair, or never went into politics, or never even existed. And in some other worlds, someone else is Prime Minister _ David Cameron, P. F. Strawson, me, Madonna, or Daffy Duck. In still others, there is no such office as Prime Minister, or not even a Britain; and so on and so forth. So a given sentence or proposition varies its truth-value from world to world.

There's some heinous fuckery goin' on mon.

The scientific method is nothing more than a system of rules to keep us from lying to each other.

Pondering is a little like considering and a little like thinking, but looser. To ponder, one must let the facts roll around the rim of the mind's roulette wheel, coming to settle in whichever slot they feed pulled to.