“O Deep Thought computer,” he said, “the task we have designed you to perform is this. We want you to tell us…” he paused, “The Answer.”
“The Answer?” said Deep Thought. “The Answer to what?”
“Life!” urged Fook.
“The Universe!” said Lunkwill.
“Everything!” they said in chorus.
Deep Thought paused for a moment’s reflection. “Tricky,” he said finally.
“But can you do it?”
Again, a significant pause.
“Yes,” said Deep Thought, “I can do it.”
“There is an answer?” said Fook with breathless excitement.
“Yes,” said Deep Thought. “Life, the Universe, and Everything. There is an answer. But, I’ll have to think about it.”
… Fook glanced impatiently at his watch. “How long?” he said.
“Seven and a half million years,” said Deep Thought.
Lunkwill and Fook blinked at each other. “Seven and a half million years…!” they cried in chorus.
“Yes,” declaimed Deep Thought, “I said I’d have to think about it, didn’t I?"

[Seven and a half million years later… Fook and Lunkwill are long gone, but their descendents continue what they started]

“We are the ones who will hear,” said Phouchg, “the answer to the great question of Life…!”
“The Universe…!” said Loonquawl.
“And Everything…!”
“Shhh,” said Loonquawl with a slight gesture. “I think Deep Thought is preparing to speak!”
There was a moment’s expectant pause while panels slowly came to life on the front of the console. Lights flashed on and off experimentally and settled down into a businesslike pattern. A soft low hum came from the communication channel.

“Good Morning,” said Deep Thought at last.
“Er…good morning, O Deep Thought” said Loonquawl nervously, “do you have…er, that is…”
“An Answer for you?” interrupted Deep Thought majestically. “Yes, I have.”
The two men shivered with expectancy. Their waiting had not been in vain.
“There really is one?” breathed Phouchg.
“There really is one,” confirmed Deep Thought.
“To Everything? To the great Question of Life, the Universe and everything?”
“Yes.”
Both of the men had been trained for this moment, their lives had been a preparation for it, they had been selected at birth as those who would witness the answer, but even so they found themselves gasping and squirming like excited children.
“And you’re ready to give it to us?” urged Loonsuawl.
“I am.”
“Now?”
“Now,” said Deep Thought.
They both licked their dry lips.
“Though I don’t think,” added Deep Thought. “that you’re going to like it.”
“Doesn’t matter!” said Phouchg. “We must know it! Now!”
“Now?” inquired Deep Thought.
“Yes! Now…”
“All right,” said the computer, and settled into silence again. The two men fidgeted. The tension was unbearable.
“You’re really not going to like it,” observed Deep Thought.
“Tell us!”
“All right,” said Deep Thought. “The Answer to the Great Question…”
“Yes…!”
“Of Life, the Universe and Everything…” said Deep Thought.
“Yes…!”
“Is…” said Deep Thought, and paused.
“Yes…!”
“Is…”
“Yes…!!!..?”
“Forty-two,” said Deep Thought, with infinite majesty and calm.

What do you get if you multiply six by nine?

it took me 6 years working abroad to realise that I could speak more freely with a random stranger from my homeland, than I ever could with my (now ex-)girlfriend.

Yes, but I used the term individualism on purpose.

I think that a mostly individualist culture leads to more isolation, and we, as a society, should be encouraging more collectivism.

Isolation is a symptom of a bigger problem for most IMO

how dare you create a child. Everybody come downvote and shun this lemmy

Nailed it

S’not.

And it isn’t what it isn’t.

They don’t think it be like it is, but it do.

Well then good for you! Can you compromise on those 10%?

Yellow snow implies it’s been peed on. Don’t eat the piss snow.

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Peanut butter is the opposite of jelly

“WAKE UP! RUNAHAUNANANAHUNA MAKEUP YOUWANTEDTO”

Half of a bottlescrew or turnbuckle.

What did I miss?

Anything where the nut will regularly be in a counter-clockwise rotation. Ideally you want the nut spinning toward tightening, so that it doesn’t back out over time. So, for some application “left-handed” threads make more sense.