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Loken expresses his surprise at the ideas you have presented, as he had never even considered such possibilities before.

Yes, the theories are absolutely amazing.

No big deal, sometimes we just don't realize how much we need simple, yet important things. Some might find it obvious and commonplace, while others might not... Who knows!

And here is the opinion of a pessimist ;)

I was already starting to think that this topic was dead forever, but then I overheard something and decided to make a small sketch.
In this sketch, there will be some details that I will deliberately change.
So, today I was riding in an electric train, and a young woman of very pleasant appearance was standing nearby, having a business conversation on the phone. Okay, I won't drag it out; I'll just say that this conversation subsequently became very long, took a certain turn, and was filled with so many details that I soon almost completely knew the entire biography of this young woman, including her name, the name of her business subordinate, the name of her husband, the name of their child, the name and patronymic of her mother-in-law, and even the name of their pet poodle, the address of their apartment and country house, and even a couple of her husband's friends. In short, I could go to Wikipedia and write her biography there.
At first, nothing seemed out of the ordinary. The woman was talking to her husband, consulting with him on a business matter. In the process, she revealed to everyone in the carriage where she worked, what they did there, and what her education was. And she also swore terribly at the staff, even using profanity, although she remained calm all the time. But it was this profanity-laced calmness that especially drew my attention to this conversation, which had already ceased to be a business call and now concerned a hat. The fact is that the woman was already fed up with her husband, who wears a summer hat in winter. She will simply throw this hat in the trash next time if she sees him wearing it again. Let her husband show her at least one normal person on the street who wears a summer hat in winter! She is not going to visit him in the hospital when he freezes his toes because of wearing a summer hat in winter and may even suffer something worse! She is not going to argue with him; she has already said that it is impossible to wear a summer hat in winter, simply impossible. She will now call his mother (:eek:) and tell her everything, about how her son wears a summer hat in winter.
And she really did call her mother-in-law and complained to her about her husband, and then she called her husband again and said that in the evening they would go to his mother's house... In an ultimatum form, of course.
Then the conversation turned to a domestic topic. She has been going to work for four days now (note that today is Wednesday... That's strange!), and he has been lying on the couch watching hockey all this time. And he didn't even bother to fix the wardrobe during all this time! How can he not find the tools? He can't find the tools and fix the wardrobe for four days? (A short pause, the husband says something to her...) Actually, they are called SCREWS! Don't you still know what SCREWS are? (Okay, the last phrases somewhat justified her in my eyes, although, of course, not completely)
Well, I'll skip the threats of eviction to the forest as a result of this review and other promises. What is the moral of this sketch? Turn off your phones when you watch hockey on TV, guys!

I soon knew almost the entire biography of this young woman, including her name, the name of her business subordinate, the name of her husband, the name of their child, the first and last name of her mother-in-law, as well as the name of their pet poodle, the address of her apartment and country house, and even a couple of her husband's friends. In short, I could go to Wikipedia and write her biography there.

What is the moral of this story?

Sesame Street's moral is better.

Added 28 minutes later
Menti, with his story, reminded me of a similar one, and I think he won't if I tell it.
So, I was riding in a cozy bus, and I didn't have a player with me, so I was just observing what was happening. Then, two schoolgirls (about 13-15 years old) got on the bus (one looked like some kind of tomboy, and the other like a small club slut) and sat across from me (there were no more free seats, at least not in pairs), and they started discussing all sorts of nonsense.
I don't really remember what they started their conversation with (I was looking out the window and thinking about my own things), I just remember someone telling how they had a great time drinking with someone the other day (I don't even remember if one of them was drinking or both). Then, the club slut started telling a story about how the tomboy's ex-boyfriend had recently gone on a date with another tomboy, who looked very much like our heroine (well, yes, they are so different, how could he even find someone similar?), and he might have even slept with her (if you believe the club slut's reasoning). As a result, the slut told the tomboy that her ex can't forget her and dreams that she will come back to him, so he is looking for a replacement everywhere he can (well, yes, I think so too), and the tomboy replied that she will never come back to him, he is not worthy of her.
Then, the tomboy put on her headphones, and the blonde fell silent, and I already thought that everything was over and the rest of the trip would be in silence. But no, the club slut's phone rang. Some girlfriend (acquaintance, friend, I don't know who) called to ask what time the slut would be at the park today, and she replied that she would be there in half an hour (let's just say, we were going in the opposite direction, and she couldn't physically get there in less than an hour, unless she got off the bus and immediately got on another bus going in the opposite direction, although I wouldn't be surprised by such a turn of events). When the tomboy asked the slut how she would get to the park in half an hour, the slut replied with a smirk that she wouldn't go there, but instead would go drinking with some guy (just don't tell her boyfriend, he'll be offended), and the unworthy one who called her can wait in the park as long as she wants.
That's where my bus ride ended, and I went home with slightly wide eyes. Conclusion: don't be like the slut, don't shout all over the bus about yourself and your life.

Cop, take Nera as an example, otherwise you won't get married before you turn 40.

I hope I never get married at all. I really hope so.
But I wouldn't mind getting married, of course.

Mortulus, welcome back.

summer hat

Just recently, we were talking about Alaska, and… who would have thought! I’m riding along when a boisterous group starts bothering a young guy in the vestibule (fortunately, not me, although I could have been in his place; I also don't know how to deal with drunk people).
– And do you know that Catherine [insert the correct word here!] bought Alaska?
My face must have looked something like this at that moment:


– Well done! Few people know that Catherine bought Alaska!
Nothing special, but it just amused me, given the recent political discussion.

So, Alaska was annexed by Alexander II, not Catherine, right?

Didn't cheat, just sold it!

That's not the point. The point is that this group didn't know the history!

And by the way, I once came across a person who claimed that Gorbachev was the one who sold Alaska.

And who the hell is Nibiru?