The T-shaped brick from Tetris. It always appeared in the worst moments and usually I didn't have a coherent idea where to put it.

Usually I don't even feel like Oppenheimer. More like Fermi playing with scraps of paper in the background.

Of course I'd have a look. I'd decline anyway but I wouldn't want to miss out on an opportunity to look for bullshit and point it out, if present. Perhaps that way I'd have my fun and the mysterious organisation would get a chance to improve by removing the bullshit from their manifesto. And I think I've identified the first symptom: Bothering random people on the street by showing them brochures hardly contributes to secrecy of the secret organisation, no? Also, in my experience, all those secret organisations and elite societies are usually clubs for weirdos who try to shit higher than their arses are. So, thank you, stranger, for the offer, now go be weird and mysterious somwhere else.

I'd say it's more useful than important, if that makes sense. I do try to enjoy life and make the most of it, although not consistently. Sometimes I embrace the moment and appreciate the little things; other times, I distance myself from it all and become more of an observer than a participant. I don't necessarily see either approach as inherently wrong. There are things worth experiencing directly and things worth taking a step back from. Besides, I think there's something to be said for paying attention to the little things. Not just because they're nice, but because the more you pay attention, the more absurd life becomes. You start noticing all sorts of peculiarities you would otherwise overlook, and I find that rather entertaining. There's something amusing about being able to appreciate a moment while simultaneously wondering how we ended up there and whether any of this makes sense. Or doesn't, as the case may be. I suppose that's why I find it useful to enjoy life rather than treat enjoyment as a goal in itself. It's not about chasing fulfilment or making sure every experience is worthwhile. It's about being curious enough to engage with what's around me, appreciate what I can, and occasionally stop to marvel at the sheer ridiculousness of it all. I don't think I need to be happy with everything to find something worthwhile in it.

I've been receiving so many nice things recently. But to pick something tangible, it was a very beautiful and personal gift I got on my birthday.

ANDRZEJ FUCKING PONIEDZIELSKI Probably one of the most phlegmatic comedians out there. Which isn't an obvious metric to measure comedy.

I haven't seen a nay pasta in my life. Generally it would fall between yay or meh, depending on the particular dish. However, from the standpoint of cooking it, I have to ask: How does one objectively measure yayness or nayness?

An assumption that everyone is pretending to like you until proven otherwise isn't that wild, to be honest, which makes the ability look significantly less useful on paper than it would appear at first glance. Can I have something else?

I'd hop for the one with the greatest probability of having post-apocalyptic bunnies. Seriously though, zombies are relatively boring. Nuclear is rather sterile in multiple ways. Aliens... which ones? There's a lot of them, and not all make a pleasant apocalyptic experience. I wouldn't want anything otherworldly to burst out of my chest, perform surgeries or experiment on me, or violate my dignity in any other way. Honestly, whatever happened in Metro 2033 would be interesting. It wasn't just nuclear, there was some mad scientist bulshittery there. And before anyone points it out: Yes, I know what the metro in Warsaw looks like.

Why are you ruling out them fun ones right away? Also, hallucinogenic and poisonous often come together as a bundle. I am aware of mushroom teas and coffees, but I've never tried any. I'm also aware of kopi luwak. Not that I'd drink this shit (sic!). I do cook with mushrooms. All kinds I come across that happen to be edible. Champignons for example. Or various mushrooms that can be found in the woods: porcinis, boletes, chanterelles and so on. Also, when I decide to butcher Asian dishes sometimes, I often use shiitake or wood ear mushrooms. However let's be honest, real fun starts with the poisonous ones, including death cap, which probably has my favourite taxonomical name of them all: Amanita phalloides. I wonder how it's not named muchomor chujowaty in my beautiful native tongue.

Checkmate, I don't have a phone.

I know what you did.

Who in their right mind sleeps with socks on?

I heard dragonfruit don't grow on dragons. Which might actually be a good thing because that Daenerys girl can't monopolise the market.

Tak. Bardzo szerokim łukiem. Jak okazało się przedwczoraj, całkiem nawet słusznie.

I'm not the type who refuses transfusions, so I'm probably leaning more towards science. I don't think there are some mystical mysteries to it. Also, I'm indifferent to the sight of blood or contact with it. On the other hand, I'm Polish. We make soup and sausage out of blood. I'm not really a fan of the soup but I always fancy some kaszanka.

I've seen some of his films, and I liked them. If you're asking what do I think of Christopher Nolan himself, then I'll disappoint you: I hardly think of him at all. I haven't read reviews, though, and I know very little about the hype.