I ' ve decided I ' m just going to continue to drink my wine and not say anything . <| sep |> I still get these dreams every now and then . I ' ve learned to stop mid stream thought so i only end up spurting a tiny bit before I realize it ' s a dream . <| sep |> If you need a sky fairy to tell you not to be an asshole , then you must be a psychopath and we need to isolate you away in a padded cell . <| sep |> What we found was our intuition and our gut told us was that no one ' s really going to use their smartphone strapped to their head for VR . I think this guy is really going to regret saying that in a year or two . <| sep |> No war , no kkk , no facist usa edit GqUsvv 3 gSRo <| sep |> Use a horse <| sep |># Matilda MathesonTo Matilda , charms were the real part of magic , the incantations and movements that summon water , that summon fire , to command things to levitate or come to you . In her books , it was just that . A flick of the wrist , a word spoken , and reality bent to her favorite characters ' fingertips . However , Matilda just could not get the hang of it . She stared at her egg at contempt , as if it was the object of her doom . She tried her three P ' s The first P , picturing it , was the easiest It was , well , an egg . Pale brown , eggshaped , small . The third P , position , was easy as well There it was . On the other side of the desk . Silently gloating . Accio ! She said , flicking her wrist as demonstrated . And . nothing . Green sparks flew from her wand 11 inches , hawthorne wood , phoenix feather core , rigid yet bendable , which was something , but the egg didn ' t fly into her hand as it was supposed to . Maybe she was sorted into the wrong house . Matilda scooted over to the Slytherin on the other side of the bench , the small boy staring at his wand . Hello ? She said , voice lilting . Do you understand this ? I can ' t get it to work .